Chapter 82 Buddha's Taoist Sutra

As soon as Yang Jing was taught, he practiced in accordance with the law without stopping. Seeing that he could practice hard, Su Qianyang smiled and said, "If you practice Buddhism and Taoism, it will be a thousand times easier for you to practice any kung fu than others in the future. Of course, is it so easy to practice? At various coincidences, the foundation of internal power is good, and it will be a great success in 12 years. Brother Yang, it is very important to practice martial arts diligently, but if you want to hurry up, you have to make progress step by step. You must be calm and have no distractions. Please remember these words from me. But you are different. Maybe you will be different.

Su Qianyang called Yang Jing the "big brother" at this time. Yang Jing actually regarded him as the "master" in his heart, and he listened to whatever he said. But the hatred in my chest is surging like waves, how can I be calm?

In this hour, Yang Jing only worked hard according to the formula taught by Su Qianyang. This method of "Buddhist and Taoism" is very simple, but it is extremely difficult to have no delusion in mind. Yang Jing suddenly thought of his sister, the hateful and vicious brother Yang Pan, and suddenly thought of his father Yang Yun. After practicing for half an hour, his mind was slightly restrained. Suddenly, his chest and back were hit hard at the same time.

These two beats are like two big hammers colliding back and forth. Yang Jing's eyes were dark, and he almost fainted. He waited for a little pain. When he opened his eyes, he saw a bald man standing in front of him. When he turned his head, he saw three people behind him and on both sides, a total of five people, surrounding him in the middle.

Yang Jingxin said, "Who is this person? I have to reluctantly support him and can't show his flaws."

I only heard Su Qianyang laugh and said, "Five people, what can I do with Su Qianyang?"

The bald man with the left head said, "Hand over the 'Buddhist Sutra'! Well, you...you...you..." Suddenly, he patted on the back and hit a similar punch. He shook his body a few times and almost fell down. Then the second killer was punched again and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Yang Jing Daqi couldn't help looking at Su Qianyang. He suddenly jumped close and waved his hand. He didn't know what it was silent and fast, and he was right in the chest of the third man. The monk shouted "ah" and stepped back a few steps and hit the wall.

The other two bald men followed Yang Jing's eyes and looked at Su Qianyang, who was curled up in the black corner, and shouted in unison: "Send the speechless sword!" The extremely tall man pulled an injured man with both hands, escaped from the already opened iron fence and went over the wall. Another killer who stopped his waist and vomited blood, slapped him back and hit Su Qianyang. Su Qianyang used his fist and grabbed his fist to slam. The man took a punch from him, took a step back, took another punch, took another step back, received the third punch, and withdrew from the iron fence.

The bald man staggered a few steps and took another step back. His body shook and seemed to be drunk. He let go of his blood-spitting companion on the ground, as if he wanted to escape for his life alone, but with each step, he seemed to drag a thousand pounds of boulder under his feet. His footsteps were extremely heavy. After struggling to take six or seven steps, he gasped, both His legs gradually bent, fell to the ground, and he could no longer stand up. The two twisted a few times in the ground and did not move.

When Yang Jing saw Su Qianyang solve his opponent three or two times, he also sincerely admired him: "Master, you are really great... Why don't you go out with me like this?

"Oh, even if I go out, I will never rest. It's better to know about this life in this dungeon!" Su Qianyang said with a sigh.

"But it's not necessarily better for you to face the torture of prisoners in this dungeon than to face the killers coming everywhere?" Yang Jing asked.

Su Qianyang still wanted to speak, his expression moved and said, "They are coming."

After a while, the prison door opened, and Yang Jing was brought into the execution room again.

The prisoner with a copper face smiled and said, "Little brother! I didn't expect you to be such a tough guy." He talked to Yang Jing in the tone of Jianghu, which showed the pattern of courtesy before soldiers.

Yang Jing followed Su Qianyang's teaching and sighed first before saying, "Although the boy is ignorant, he is not a stubborn person. At this moment, when you see your deputy coming here, you can immediately die. What do you call me?"

The copper oil face was very surprised. Unexpectedly, he was so old and transparent at a young age.

Yang Jing said, "The boy has no relatives and no reason, life and death, and there is no concern, but there is a request before death. I hope Mr. Wu will be kind to him."

In his life, Wu Yang has experienced countless kinds of wailing and begging for mercy before the temporary period, but he has never met a person who is so indifferent to life and death. It is not surprising if it appears in an old man who is full of worldly feelings, but at the age of love with life like Yang Jing, he can have such a bad heart, which can be said to be unheard of, and he is uncomfortable at this moment. He said in a low voice, "Say it! As long as Wu can do it, he will definitely complete it for you.

This is not a lie. You should know the circle of cause and effect, which is deeply rooted in people's hearts. That is, after Guan Wuyang and others kill Yang Jing, they will also sacrifice. I hope Yang Jing's wronged soul will not find them.

Yang Jing said, "I just want to have a good meal, sleep, and leave a whole body after death, that's it."

Wu Yang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Little brother, don't worry, Wu promises to do what you want."

At present, he was sent back to the cell. After a while, the delicious food was delivered. Yang Jing chewed hard according to Su Qianyang's words and just put down the bowls and chopsticks and said, "Senior Su Qianyang is really not wrong. They did not poison the food. This does not mean that they are good-hearted, but they are afraid of being found out by the people of Yang's family afterwards. I just don't know how they will kill me?"

Su Qianyang looked at the long burning oil lamp at the end of the room and said disdainfully, "These death cells are all black cells without lights. This is the only one that has an oil lamp, and it is strange."

Yang Jing said, "Are they poisoned in the oil lamp?"

Su Qianyang shook his head and said, "If it is poisoned, how can you hide it from the Changbai faction? This oil lamp is just an indicator tool. When it goes out, it is also the moment of your life."

Yang Jing is very puzzled.

Su Qianyang explained, "As long as they close the vent of this cell and stuff the door gap with cotton cloth, they will not be able to suffocate you to death, and they will not be afraid of being detected that you have been killed afterwards. Do you think this method is wonderful!"

Yang Jing trembled and said in a trembling voice, "What should I do?"

Su Qianyang sighed and said, "If there is still another way, do I want to die?" The reason why no one dares to try this method is that no one is willing to make the greatest sacrifice. I have no way out, and I see that you are a good material. It's better than sitting and waiting for death. If you are mother-in-law again, I will let you die.

Yang Jing was speechless.