Chapter 239 Swallowing Moon Gas

Buzz............

The sixteen-finger-long King Kong pestle actually flew out of the air, as light and elegant as a sword fairy flying sword. The two sides easily tore the air and emitted bursts of Sanskrit sounds, like countless monks sitting around the void, reciting scriptures, filling the whole void.

Xu Changchun stretched out his hand and made a gentle move, and the diamond pestle automatically fell into his hand, stretching across his wrists. His hands were closed in front of his chest, and his fingers turned one by step, as if the lotus flower was in full bloom, and the Buddha knelt down.

A big man with a turtle-shaped crane back, holding a small diamond pestle less than two feet long in his hands, with an expression as if holding the most precious treasure in the world, to dedicate it to the supreme Buddha's seat. Although Xu Changchun did not become a monk, he had a Buddha's heart. At this time, he was full of golden light flowing on the surface of his skin, with a pious manner and a solemn appearance. He looked like a real protective king in front of the Buddha.

Just looking at the appearance, I can't help but let ordinary people worship!

"Wo!"

Holding the King Kong pestle, Xu Changchun suddenly had a huge sound from the depths of his throat. His eyes were like copper bells, and his eyes were like King Kong's angry eyes. His muscles trembled all over his body. He crawled all over his body like a blue-legginge python. He turned his hands and pinched a treasure bottle seal. Ten fingers rotated, and the void moved, and he didn't see the King Kong. When the pestle touched his hands, he flew in the air for a while, around the front of him, and slowly turned around. Xu Changchun was practicing the magic of Zen seal. His hands constantly formed various fingerprints, driving the diamond pestle through the air, flowing freely, and the ten toes under his feet were also grasping the marks. One by one, his hands and feet, following. He went back and forth, spinning and twisting away. Although the movement was slow, he saw the Zen magic weapon Vajra pestle rotating faster and faster around him.

Buddhism calls the Dharma a weapon, and the Taoist chants the Dharma a treasure. Although the names are different, the essence is not much different. The scene of Xu Changchun's Zen seal is like a Taoist sword fairy flying in the sky, controlling the sword artifacts in the air. If you are moved and thinking, you can make infinite changes in one thought. You can fight in close combat and far, and each change is infinitely powerful.

In the past, although Xu Changchun was powerful, he could not fully control this diamond pestle. He could only hold it in his hand and use it as a close weapon. But at this time, he had a pestle in his hand, attacked from afar and fought near, and was only driven by the fingerprints of Zen Buddhism, which could play a role like a sword fairy flying sword. Obviously, this was also what he experienced yesterday. After the attack of the sky, he also had a new understanding like Wang Chan.

The secret method of Zen has become more powerful.

In a short time, Xu Changchun put his hands together and suddenly stopped. He was shocked all over. The King Kong pestle fell into the palm of his hand. The golden light on the surface of his skin slowly dissipated, and his face was full of vitality. It seemed that after a night of sitting, his whole mental state had been improved to another level.

"Good Wang Chan, he actually realized the method of one of the five elements, but this punch was not in vain. Unexpectedly, he broke my Vajra magic power into the threshold of the Vajra Buddha magic power. Hahaha... I'm afraid he can't even think of this!"

After stopping, he dissipated his whole body. Xu Changchun pulled a black bear skin in the tree hole and wrapped it around him, but he was no longer afraid of the cold weather. He only felt sorry for the black bear who was hibernating here and sat at home with a closed doors. The disaster came from the sky. It turned out that he was killed by Xu Changchun in his sleep and peeled off his fur. It's death without closing your eyes.

"I am the most important epiphany in the Zen sect. In history, many senior monks have realized the Taoism overnight and achieved such a great reputation. I didn't expect that I, Xu Changchun, also have such a day. No wonder my father admires the old man of the king of Kanto most in his life. Wang Chan, as his disciple, is really fierce. It's a mess. However, then again, the three of us fought a hard battle. Since I can get such benefits from it, the two of them will naturally not be confused and make no progress at all..."

When he opened his mouth, Xu Changchun suddenly stretched out his hand and wiped it on the top of his head. Suddenly, he was full of black hair and went with the wind. In a blink of an eye, he became the big bald head of Niu Shan Zhuo. However, after his epiphany, he not only improved a lot of boxing skills, but also had a refreshing mood immersed in the officialdom for many years. It feels like that.

Hair is also called "worry silk" in Buddhism, which refers to the "worry" of the secular world. The monk shaves and shaves three thousand troubles, that is, it is, insulated from all the world in the world, was ordained and became a monk. He now has a pure original appearance and devoted himself to cultivation. From then on, the green lamp and the ancient Buddha has been in this life.

When Xu Changchun came to this, it was obvious that his mind was unobstructed, and he had the meaning of retreating and staying away from the world.

However, before he was far away from the world, he still had to finish the last thing before he was willing to return to Zen Shaolin.

Of course, the so-called "cutting off the dust" will not be an empty word. Only by "cutting" it first can it be "broken". Although Xu Changchun practiced Zen magic and practiced Buddhism, he practiced the way of King Kong. He usually calmed his heart and worshiped the Buddha. Once he was angry, he never taboo killing. Otherwise, he would not have stayed in the National Security Bureau for more than ten or twenty years.

And I don't know how many agents from various countries who died directly or indirectly in his hands.

Other worshipers believe in compassion, sweeping the floor without hurting the lives of ants, and cherishing the flying moth gauze lamp, but Xu Changchun believes in the use of violence to control violence, to stop war with martial arts, and the iron blood of the heart is actually seven or eight similarities with Wang Chan himself.

"I don't know, how is the old monster of the Dragon Taoist now?"

Just when Xu Changchun collected his achievements and thought about Wang Chan and the Dragon Taoist in his heart.

Also in this Siberian primitive forest, the dragon Taoist is standing high on a stone peak at this time, facing the sad north wind, breathing to Na, regardless of a Taoist robe being blown by the strong wind on the top of the mountain, flying like a flag, holding his hands on the lower abdomen of Dantian, and his head slightly forward. Stretch out, inhale and exhale again and again.

And this time he inhaled, the momentum was also extremely domineering and violent and incredible. He took a long breath, and the airflow sneered, as if there was no end, five or six minutes, as if to swallow all the airflow flowing through the top of the mountain.

At the same time, in the process of inhaling, his body was also undergoing a series of drastic changes. There seemed to be a big ball rolling up and down between his chest and abdomen. Every time he rolled, he could hear a clear sound of mercury, lead and mercury flowing rapidly in the roaring cold wind, just like he is now. The air in the stomach is not the air that has just been inhaled, but the thick and heavy mercury.

Standing on the stone peak, the dragon Taoist half squatted, the sound of breathing and swallowing almost overwhelmed the wind of the atmosphere and cold current. In the chest and abdomen, the dragon roared and the tiger roared, and it was a divine dragon coiled in the mountain and swallowed the clouds.

Wow! Whoo-hoo!

Lala! Howla! huh?

As he inhaled, a huge sound like the tide gradually came out of the body of the dragon Taoist, rumbling, like thousands of troops and horses, turbulent, but the sound was mixed with a sword trembling, as if the ancient gods were singing at night, only in the sound of the sea tide, It mesed and swam straight up to the sky.

Later, after taking a full breath, he spit out casually, and the inside immediately made a huge roar like a thunder roar. A large amount of white gas directly dispersed the cold wind raging in front of him, exhaling the clouds and surging.

It's like a huge waterfall flying straight down. It suddenly rolled upside down. The airflow was rushing and powerful. It sprayed dozens of steps away, tearing the air and showing a white passage like a speedboat after surfing. It made people think that it was the legendary monster practicing here. After swallowing the moonlight, it came out. Such a big momentum.

Because of such a huge airflow, the wind and clouds on the top of the mountain are rolled up, and the weather is like a typhoon passing through, which can rush houses and break the cliffs.

Indeed, with the power of the dragon Taoist now, even a high wall made of steel and cement was sucked in by him. If he blew like this, he would definitely not be able to resist and be directly blown down and collapsed.

This is the best Tuna breathing method in the secret swordsmanship of Longmen Wudang. The "Inside of the Moon Swallowing Moon Qi" in the "Yanyue Magic" is the supreme means of truly swallowing the moonlight in Taoism. The dragon Taoist practices like this. He first swallows the big toad gas in the strength of the toad, shocks the blood veins, and then runs the sword fairy golden toad gas, mobilizes the sword spirit in the body, and warms the sword body. Finally, it can run this door to swallow the moon gas, quench all the sword gas all over the body, remove the impurities in the body, and enhance the vitality of qi and blood.

At this time, the dragon Taoist's eyelids drooped, he stood quietly, and all his thoughts all over his body tried his best to converge at one point. At this time, his body stood on the top of the mountain, and his standing posture was like a pile. He squatted forward and backward. It was not the pile skill of any family in martial arts, and it didn't seem to have any rules. If it falls on the eyesight of some boxers and martial artists in China, they will definitely sneer and criticize them vigorously, because his standing posture is so unpleasant that there is no flaws on his body.

However, what kind of person is the Dragon Taoist? The sword fairy in his realm usually has a deep meaning in every move. He sits, sleeps and walks, and does all kinds of luck. His swordsmanship magic has long been beyond any imagination.

His swordsmanship boxing is essentially a circle. The starting point is integrated at the end, and it is integrated. As long as you stand with your heart, you can immediately calm down, and then learn wisdom from the silence and give birth to great wisdom.

People who practice boxing have to stand on a pile. They pay attention to the quietness in the movement and the movement in the movement. Over time, they can increase their kung fu. Many boxing principles that they usually can't understand will be unconsciously integrated after standing on the pile. This is because the human body has born wisdom in silence.

(to be continued)