Chapter 39 Breaking the Yellow List

Chapter 39 Breakthrough of the Yellow List

"Old man, I finally saw you again. So you're still alive." The smile on Zhou Yisheng's face is getting stronger and thicker, as if it is stained with honey, but the smile will never make people feel comfortable, but a little bitterness. It is this bitterness that makes the smile feel very strange.

The door of the house was opened, and a middle-aged man with nine scars on his bare head and jade-like bone beads hanging on his wrists were gently twisting. This man's black face does not need to have a firm face. His big eyes have the vast vicissitudes of life like emptiness. His eyes are the doorway to the heart. From his eyes, you can see how vast he is.

On the light face of the big man, he saw Zhou Yisheng, but nodded slightly, half of his body, and let Zhou Yisheng into the house.

After Zhou Yisheng entered the house, what hit his nose was the refreshing medicinal fragrance. He took a few deep breaths of it. Looking at his layout, it was very simple and simple and mysterious. There was a three-legged bronze tripod in the room, and a grass mat was arranged on the side of the tripod, embroidered with nine turns. There is no bed, only a few short on the side, and there is a set of purple sand tea sets on several cases, and there is nothing else.

"Where to sit!" Zhou Yisheng pointed to the simple and empty room and said.

"Amitabha! Little friend! You have a good look." Turning the warm jade-like bone beads, the middle-aged man shouted the Buddha's name and said solemnly.

"Old stuff! You are just looking. Look, your room is strange. Taoist health, Buddhist heart nourishment, this alchemy, and this tea are all Taoist things! You are still a monk. If you don't live a good life of your monk, you have actually raised your life. Zhou Yisheng looked at him with contemptuous face, and his name changed casually, which was very kind.

"Insurable Heaven! Buddha is the Tao. I nourish the Buddha's nature and the Taoist body. The combination of the two is the most simple. This middle-aged man made a check with Buddha beads. How strange it is, how strange it is.

"I don't want to argue with you anymore." Zhou Yisheng waved his hand and sat on the only grass mat.

The big man went to the short side and sat down directly and opened the purple sand cover. The middle-aged man took it directly to the void. A piece of tea flew out, like gold casting. The texture was clear and mysterious, like the picture of mountains and rivers. The smell of tea was extremely restrained and floated once, and the breath was released, like the clouds of heaven and earth. There was no fierceness, but the breath. The air gradually moistened, and drops of water condensed and dripped from the air. Every drop of water lit up colorful treasures, like a gift from God, dripping into the purple sand pot.

"Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not Taiwan. There is nothing to provoke dust." The big man made tea, said to himself, as if whispering, and continued, "Your foundation is solid. This is Yunwu fairy tea. How much mystery you can feel is up to you."

Zhou Yisheng quickly stood up and took the teacup with both hands. The surging smell of the mountains and rivers was gone. This glass of water was colorless and tasteless, and there was nothing surprising. Zhou Yisheng didn't drink it, but quietly looked at the water. For a long time, he smelled it again. He still didn't drink it and began to close his eyes and meditate.

Thinking of the gold- poured tea, the texture of the mountains and rivers, and the colorful water droplets, Zhou Yisheng seemed to touch the mystery of that layer, and the qi and blood in his body began to surge, and the vigorous qi and blood, like a coiled dragon, hot air rushed straight to the sky.

But he has never figured out what the middle-aged man said about the Buddhist language. If it is not coherent, it means that he has planted a seed without vitality in his heart.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Zhou Yisheng's heart beats, like a huge cowhide drum beating on the battlefield. The beating sound of his heart was too strong, suppressing the shouts of thousands of troops and horses. This heart is the shadow that has spent countless years to improve. Blood shuttled and rolled in his body, like the Yellow River rushing and roaring. At this time, his body is the sky, his bones and flesh are the earth, and the blood is the river, which is derived from heaven and earth.

The middle-aged man looked at his body so powerful that he was not happy but sad, and said to himself, "Alas! The vision is full of brilliance and infinite vitality, but the disaster star is lonely, and each of them is extraordinary. Is it really an unsolveable death situation? After all, do we still have to embark on antagonistic situation?

The papyrus mat on which Zhou Yisheng sat has long had no vitality, but now it has sprouted. The papyrus grows out one by one. The vitality spreads in the king's house. A huge papyrus in the middle grows like a giant tree on Zhou Yisheng's back and wraps his body.

Hahaha! From the cocoon wrapped in the grass, there was a pleasant laugh, and Zhou Yisheng understood the words of the middle-aged man.

"The word is not the word, the Tao is the Tao, and it is not the Tao, and the reason is reasonable, and it is not reasonable. Hahaha! You have to pick it up and put it down. Cloud and fog fairy tea, it is not the Tao, but the heart. Zhou Yisheng was extremely happy at this time, and everything was settled.

"Pick it up now." Qi and blood flow rapidly in the body, getting faster and faster. Finally, the fused qi and blood separated, and the blood flow slowed down. Zhou Yisheng's breathing accelerated, isolated a layer of papyrus, and the incoming breath was fresh and strong vitality. The qi in the body gradually mixed and strengthened, but moistened silently, moistening his blood vessels and widening the road.

Boom! Boom! The atmosphere was infinite, brutal bombardment, softly moistened, and Zhou Yisheng's body swelled. Bang! Suddenly contracted, and all the air bombarded into the Dantian, so back and forth that the papyrus that wrapped him also expanded and shrank.

Zhou Yisheng is so circular, and his breath is getting stronger and stronger. For example, a volcano that will erupt at any time must have the power of destruction, but if it erupts, it does not mean that it will erupt immediately and continues to accumulate energy. That critical point has never been reached.

A middle-aged man, the bone beads rotated quickly and recited a heart spell to help Zhou Yisheng stabilize his mind and not be too impatient.

"Drink the cloud fairy tea, understand the heart and wash the body, break the shackles, reach the flesh and blood, the water flows into the canal, and the gas erupts."

Zhou Yisheng listened to the familiar fresh spell, the ethereal mirror, and drank all the cloud fairy tea in his arms. As soon as the tea was in the mouth, it turned into a cloud and fog, melted into the mouth and teeth, and the mind was more empty, as if it could see everything in Dantian.

"Well!" The middle-aged man's eyes were open, his throat knot rolled, and the breath of his chest and lungs spewed out, forming the sound of Buddhism. The room shook, like a yellow bell, and the dusk drum sounded. Put it down now."

Zhou Yisheng's heart is surging. It's time to control his body and let the air spray thin. Boom! The wind roared and scattered the grass that wrapped him. The strong wind soared up, and the thatched roof was overturned in an instant. The air in Dantian keeps rushing out. Now he is like a storm eye. The tornado keeps rolling, as if to tear everything around, rolling the sky, and black clouds rolling to cover the sky and block the moon.

No matter how the tornado rolls, it is always around Zhou Yisheng's body. There is no fluctuation in other places in the house, even if it is just a breeze.

"Break the shackles all over your body! This world is imprisoned by the Kowloon array. Don't worry about the disaster.

When Zhou Yisheng heard the words, the last trace of fear was thrown away, allowing the dragon roll to rage and tear through the void. The black clouds gathered more and more, as if the sky was about to step down.

Chapter 2, the last chapter before 12 p.m., 3,000 words, 7,000 today.