First Cause Of All Realms

First Cause Of All Realms Chapter 327

2022-01-08

Chapter 327 Martial Arts cultivation is like a mountain view, eight land immovable big Vajra (First Update)
Seeing the old monk with gray robe before the meeting, Yang Yu almost burst into flames. It took 12 minutes of strength to forcibly hold down the throbbing in his heart.

Dharma!

Yang Yu clenched his fingers tightly and broke out in a cold sweat. The realm of the old monk in front of him was as deep and unmeasurable as the ocean. Even if he didn't have the slightest malice, it made his mind tense and couldn't relax.

But if an ordinary person sees it, this is just an unremarkable old monk.

He is very short, dry and has no flesh, and his eyes are very small with wrinkles and squeezing, but his eyes are very clear, like a child.

both of his hands folded together, a look of curiosity and wonder appeared in his eyes, and he immediately calmed down.

"Hui Ding, do you understand something?"

"A little understanding."

Yang Yu's heart tightened.

Although the person in front of him is just the spirit left by the ancestor of Zen Sect more than 2,000 years ago in an illusion, he always felt that the old monk seemed to see something.

"It's good to have understanding."

The old monk nodded.

"Great Grandmaster taught well."

Yang Yu lowered his head slightly, guessing the old monk's intention in his heart.

"The old man's teachings are nothing but sixteen characters, 'there is no stronghold one cannot overcome, Myriad Poisons Immunity, Indestructible Vajra, extremely firm and fierce'. How far you can achieve depends on your own temperament."

The old monk shook his head.

Air volume?

Cumbling the old monk's words in his heart, Yang Yu's heart moved slightly. As he said, this Indestructible Vajra Body is not a martial arts in the ordinary sense.

Thousands of people learn, there are thousands of ways.

"The most staunch Buddhism is Vajra, the martial arts, which is not at all about Qi, Gang, or fleshy body, but the word of the heart."

The old monk said slowly:

"If you don't know your own heart, you don't know Vajra's heart, no matter how thick the inner breath is, no matter how dense the True Aura is, if the heart does not reach the state of 'immobility', it will be far away. It can't be called 'not bad'."

"The heart of Vajra does not move in eight places..."

Yang Yu expresses the meaning of the old monk's words.

In fact, he knows a lot about the principles of cultivation. There are too many such claims in the Six Doors filing room.

However, easier said than done.

To completely eliminate afflictions, obstacles of knowledge, and all attachments, all things are added together and remain unmoved, for the unmoved ground, the eight grounds remain unmoved, this is the Bodhisattva mind.

Yang Yu understands this truth. There is a gap as far as Heaven and Earth between understanding and doing.

He gets angry when he sees injustice, rejoices when he sees a woman he loves, kills when his relatives and friends get hurt, encounters great changes, and may even become decadent and downright devastated.

It's not easy to understand.

"Your mind is good, your innate talent is not bad, your perception is also higher than ordinary people, and you can't talk about Buddha's mind, but you have several points of fierce appearance."

Old The monk commented, and without waiting for the latter to think deeply, he said again:
"Let the old man see your understanding."

"en?"

Yang Yu raised Mei, seeing the old monk standing with a smile, became interested.

He is very curious about this Zen Sect Great Grandmaster. Hearing this, he naturally won't make hypocritical excuses. There are golden rays of light overflowing between the five fingers he squeezed, without the slightest Hesitation's punch.

Whoosh!
When the fist falls, the wind moves.

With Yang Yu's physical strength and martial arts at this time, this fist was provoked, and the sudden strong wind was enough to shake the meditation room into powder. However, as soon as the breeze started, it disappeared.

It seems to be completely engulfed by a black hole, without the slightest ripple.

A dry palm opened, An Ren was as immobile as the earth, easily dispelling all the agitation of strength, and came back, wrapping Yang Yu's punch.

Slow and steady.

"Come again!"

Yang Yu's eyes lit up, and the fighting intent that appeared in his heart dispelled all the fears in his heart.

I missed a single blow, pulled my arm back, squeezed the fist marks together, bursting into breath, and punched again!
Due to the scruples of revealing his identity, he never urged Tyrant Fist, but this fist was played, blood energy and True Aura were intertwined, and Nine Bulls and Two Tigers urged him to spare no effort.

With one punch, even if the invisible energy spreads all around, the entire meditation room and the small courtyard outside it also made a buzzing sound, as if it was about to jump up.

The fine dust and sporadic snow are all shaken off the ground.

"Not bad!"

Seeing this fist, the old monk's eyes seemed to have a flash of light. Immediately, his palm bloomed like a lotus, and he accepted the fist again.

Bang!
The muffled sound that seemed to be high and low exploded, and disappeared immediately after a flash.

It is still clay ox entering the sea, this fist hits, there is clearly a collision, but it seems to be empty and unforced, which is even more uncomfortable than hitting the sky.

"This..."

This time, Yang Yu finally moved.

He was not surprised that the ancestor of the Zen Sect could take his own fist. What shocked him was that all the strength of his fist was accepted by him, and his clothes were not swollen.

It didn't even take off!
This is not only the high martial arts, but the physique and strength of this old monk, even more than his current self!

"Not bad."

The old monk slightly applauded.

bang!
With a single click, Yang Yu's pupils shrank, and in a trance, he could only feel a wave surging in front of him, a reed floating in the middle, and the old monk holding his hand on it.

Suddenly, a huge wave surged, a huge monster appeared underwater, rolled up the undercurrent, stormy sea, and was about to hit the old monk, with a huge momentum.

Just in time, the old monk pressed down with one hand, and his dry fingers seemed to spread like jade pillars.

Just a ride, a mention, a fling.

The huge monster, which was blue-grey in color, was thrown into the sky at a stroke!
Until the reeds floated away, it was invisible from a distance, and the giant fish weighing tens of thousands of catties fell heavily, splashing thousands of waves, and chirping without injury.

This is, Buddha throwing an elephant? !
No, it's Bodhidharma throwing the whale!
Phew!
It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like an instant, Yang Yu stepped back and landed, the light and shadow in front of him disappeared, and at the same time, there was no silhouette of the old monk.

As it came, it disappeared.

"The Buddha threw the elephant..."

Yang Yu recovered, but the emotion in his heart could not calm down for a long time.

Suddenly I understood what Martial Arts cultivation is like watching a mountain.

Thousands of miles away, it is as majestic as a flat mountain. It doesn't seem to be very high, but the closer you get, the more majestic you feel.

You can't see the majesty of the mountains unless you go to the foot of the mountain.

Once, when he first became a Martial Arts, when he saw Henry Zhang in the fantasy realm of Liujishan, he only felt that he was strong, but he seemed to think that he was not so unattainable, but that was because he was too far from the mountain. .

And at this moment, he has already reached the Martial Arts Juyue, and has a foundation. Looking at it again at this moment, the old monk in front of him is unbelievably tall.

"Great Grandmaster? Or Martial Saint..."

It took a long while for Yang Yu to digest the throbbing in his heart and perceive his own changes.

In one day, he learned the Indestructible Vajra Body and the Buddha's Elephant Throwing one after another. Even though the time was too short to study deeply, Yang Yu was still aware of the great changes in himself.

This martial arts, a secret technique, is not a martial arts in the ordinary sense. Physical use.

The two are superimposed, and even the most obtuse person can perceive their own changes, not to mention Yang Yu.

"Power!"

Slightly closed eye, Yang Yu could only feel the surging power in his body rushing like a big river.

His strength has not been greatly improved, but it has become more condensed, like a piece of ore that has been forged into pig iron.

The total amount does not seem to increase but decreases, but in his personal use and urging, he has become more and more do as one pleases, more solid.

It's just...

Opening his eyes and looking outside the empty house, Yang Yu's eyes are full of solemnity and doubts:

"Why did he pass on me?" Buddha threw an elephant'?"

Thinking deeply.

This secret technique is very useful to Yang Yu, but what he shows at this time is the wisdom that he has learned this secret technique for a long time...

 …

Sleepless nights.

Yang Yu spent the whole night digesting the two new stunts he had learned, until the morning class bell rang and the sky was getting brighter, and then he walked out of the meditation room.

Symbolically carry a burden.

As soon as I went out, I ran into the master and disciple of Daoist Yun, who were approaching.

“Master.”

Seeing Yang Yu, the two of them looked at their noses and hearts with their eyes, and clenched their back molars and gave a big gift.

These days, they are really envious. The two of them are like cows and horses. Every day they fall asleep when they are tired.

But the person in front of me is either meditating in the meditation room every day, or going to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion to read Buddhist scriptures and martial arts.

This treatment is simply the difference between Heaven and Earth, and this salute really makes them uncomfortable.

Yang Yu's thoughts were clear as a flame, but he didn't care much, smiled slightly, and asked:

"How have you been these days?"

Daoist Yun had a dark face and reluctantly replied 'it's okay', so he was a little speechless.

On the other hand, Mu Shaoyou put his hands together and replied to the Buddha's name in a dignified manner, saying, "Master Huiding, when will we leave?"

Yang Yu saw this, The two of them seemed to have packed up some items, and couldn't help being surprised:
"I didn't seem to say that I would take you down the mountain..."

"en?"

Daoist Yun raised his head in astonishment: "Didn't you ask the two of us to accompany you by name?"

Mu Shaoyou was also a little confused.

"...I forgot."

Yang Yu's tone paused before returning to his senses, and said, "Let's go, let's go down the mountain..."

Ripples in his heart.

Of course he had the heart to lead Daoist Yun down the mountain. After all, the old Daoist seemed to know a lot of secrets about this fairyland, but he didn't have time to say it.

And who arranged them?

Spat out one mouthful of impure air lightly.

The terrain of Great Buddha Mountain is rugged and the mountain road is difficult to travel. It took three people's feet to go down the mountain in more than half an hour.

Suddenly, Yang Yu turned around and was separated by mountains. He seemed to have seen the top of the Great Buddha Mountain. An old monk was watching with a smile, his heart tightened, and he turned and left.

“Amitabha.”

On the top of the Great Buddha Mountain, the old monk Yang Yu 'Senior Brother' chanted a Buddha's name lightly, saying: "Why not the Great Grandmaster? ?Senior Brother is here..."

"I've seen it!"

The old monk turned around.

He looked at the busy, but only rudimentary Great Buddha Mountain, with an indescribable smile:
"The weather is turbulent, and my Dao is prosperous. Not bad, very good, very good.好啊！”

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