Chapter 29 Beginner's Practice of Taoism

Before An Bochen could think much about it, he saw Simajin hanging her head and saying words in her mouth, and her hand in front of her chest kept changing her gestures with the spell. The ten fingers danced lightly, which seemed to be irregular, but An Bochen calmed down and looked carefully, but faintly noticed a little unusual.

The movement of each finger is different, and every change will not be repeated. The light dance of the ten fingers is like antelope's horns, but it is natural. It follows the rhythm of the spell in Simajin's mouth. At first, it is very slow, but later it is faster and faster.

An Bochen was absorbed and stared at it. He only felt that the air around him trembled suddenly. Although it was very slight, it was clearly caught by him.

"Wo!"

At this moment, Sima Jin raised her head, and a strange light flashed in her eyes. She scolded in a low voice, and her fingers drew a circle in mid-air.

"Roar..."

When the sound of dragon singing came, An Bochen only felt a chill in his back. He subconsciously turned around and saw a fire dragon winding behind him with a ferocious face.

"Is this the fire dragon change?"

Scratching his head, An Bochen looked up and down at the little fire dragon with only thick index fingers, looking strange.

It's not so much a fire dragon as a thin snake with four legs, without dragon claws and dragon scales. Although it is hissing at An Bochen with flames all over its body, but... No matter how you look at it, you can't see where it looks like a dragon.

"What's the matter, look down on my fire dragon change?"

Seeing that An Bochen wanted to laugh but endured it, Simajin curled her lips, snorted coldly, and flicked her jade fingers.

The next moment, the fire dragon suddenly burst out. As far as An Bochen could see, he could only catch a shadow. In a blink of an eye, he circled around the Tibetan jade hall, and wherever it went, both gold dishes and copper basins turned into ashes.

Seeing this, An Bochen was slightly shocked. Looking at Simajin, who pretended to be calm, couldn't help but be awed, but it wasn't long before he frowned again.

"But Hongfu, it took you half a column of incense to sacrifice this method. If an enemy attacks..."

"It's not so that you can see clearly."

An Bochen was interrupted by Simajin before he finished speaking.

"Well, as I said before, it takes talent to learn Taoism. The so-called talent is actually understanding. For the understanding of spells and handprints, you can try to see how much you can imitate.

After saying that, Sima Jin sat back on the bed, picked up an osmanthus cake and threw it into his mouth, so that he looked at An Bochen leisurely.

Being in the dangerous place of Liujing and acting in such a dangerous and dangerous play, I don't know how long it will take to play, so when An Bochen proposed to learn Taoism, Simajin did not hesitate to respond. The two are closely related. In the same boat, if An Bochen learns several hand skills to protect herself, it will save her a lot of thought. But that method... Although she promised An Bochen to teach him Taoism and demonstrated it herself, she just wanted An Bochen to retreat.

Taoism is not as good as Taoist skills. It is not easy for any practitioner to learn. It requires not only Taoism, but also opportunity, but also talent...

Half of the osmanthus cake has not been swallowed, but Simajin's mouth is big. She looked at An Bochen in disbelief, and her mind was blank.

The young man in green clothes stood with his head down, his eyes focused on his hands, his hands were close to his chest, and his ten fingers danced gently. Each finger contained a trace of change. The ten fingers danced continuously, just like the fingerprints pinched by Sima Jin. Before long, An Bochen has pinched it into more than half, but further down, the change of each finger needs to be thought about for a long time. It took a lot of incense. An Bochen imitated 80%. Although the remaining twenty is in his mind, it seems to have encountered a huge resistance in his hand, and he can't pinch it.

After wiping the sweat on his forehead, An Bochen was depressed and shook his head secretly. He only said that his talent was not good enough to imitate all of them.

He didn't know that the girl opposite could not close her mouth at this time, and there was an uproar in her heart, one after another, and it was difficult to calm down.

Is it that this little servant I picked up casually is really a once-in-a-century genius?

looking at An Bochen, Simajin's mood was inexplicable.

She is the top talented son of the Simamen valve. She went to visit her ancestors before the age of nine and had this trial. At that time, she imitated 70% of her kung fu with less than a column of incense, which shocked the audience. The ancestors had green eyes, and the people in the door valve praised her. There was a successor of the Sima female master.

But the teenager in front of him seems to be a little more talented than himself. The trial just now seems simple, but it is just an imitation of finger changes, but in fact it is not. No matter how shallow the fingerprints are, there are at least more than 90 changes. Each finger has nine changes, and the ten fingers are ninety. And they advance layer by layer, superimposed and evolve with each other. Together, there are at least 300 changes in one move. If you don't master the laws and Taoism, how can you pinch them exactly the same?

He hasn't even seen the spell. An Bochen obviously doesn't understand the meaning of each finger change, so there is only one possibility - he only took a look at nearly 300 changes and remembered it.

Although rote memorization is the best, it is not a shortcut to practice. Several master-level monks in the world were only scholars before they entered the Taoism. Although they entered the Taoism late, they were diligently fast. Not only because they have strong understanding ability, but also because they have studied hard for more than ten years in the cold window, they have tempered their memory to the extreme. Even if they can't be integrated for a while, they can only Remember it first, and you can get started faster than others.

Looking at An Bochen, Sima Jin's eyes flashed, and a light smile appeared on the corners of his mouth for a long time.

Is the pearl dust mentioned in the West City on that day going to come true so soon? Well, if he is really a pearl, sooner or later there will be a glorious day. If it's just a coincidence, when the play is over, he can also go back to be a rich man.

"Xiao Anzi, this is the spell of the fire dragon change."

An Bochen was frowning when he saw a paper bag of osmanthus cake flying over, with more than ten lines written on it.

"If you want to sacrifice the first method, the fingerprints and the corresponding spells are indispensable. The words in the spell are pearly, and the fingerprints change one finger at a time, correspondingly. If you want to sacrifice the first method, you must first summon the literary and martial fire in your body with a spell, and integrate it with the changes in the fingerprints. When the spell and fingerprints are completed, it will be completed.

After thinking about it, Simajin continued.

"Although it is reliable to remember the handprint and recite the spell, if you can't really master the meaning of the spell and the mystery of this spell, even if you can barely sacrifice the magic, it will only be in vain. In the final analysis, this Dharma needs to be understood. Practice is in the individual. Go and understand this spell.

If you change to other practitioners to teach your disciples to practice, you will definitely hold the ancient books and skills, telling them word by word, which is obscure and boring. This fire dragon transformation alone is more than 20 pages, but it is explained clearly by Simajin in a few words. If it is known by those practitioners, it will definitely be denounced for deviant. But if it is not deviant, it is not Simajin.

Sitting on the bed cross-legged, Sima Jin looked at An Bochen, who was silently chanting the spell. The wind blew, and the young man's hair slowly drifted. He was usually silent and low-key, but at this time, he read the spell and was absorbed, and his whole body exuded an inexplicable temperament, which was hard to say. Yu.

After reading it over and over again, An Bochen can remember most of the lines of difficult and profound words, but he can't understand them.

Those sentences are very strange. They are made up of single words and have no connection with each other, let alone what they mean, but they can take on each other, but the contradictions are reasonable.

After reading it back and forth three or four times, I still didn't know what to say. An Bochen was anxious and fell into Simajin's eyes.

"Xiao Anzi, the spell is not understood in this way. You have to be careful."

Careful...

An Bochen nodded thoughtfully, read the spell twice, and strengthened the spell. Then he closed his eyes. The spell still lingered in his heart. There was no longer any obsession in his mind, and his consciousness gradually slowed down. All he thought was the spell changed by the fire dragon.

When An Bochen opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting cross-legged in a high mountain of running water.

The sky is high, the clouds are light and the wind is light, the surrounding mountains are continuous, the canyons are towering, and the water is vast, going straight to the distant sky.

For no reason, there was a trace of unknown joy in the bottom of An Bochen's heart. It was hazy, but he couldn't help it. It was like the sun hidden in the depths of the clouds, with a faint halo scattered on his cheeks, with a faint warmth.

Looking up, An Bochen saw three big characters engraved with dragons and phoenixes on the opposite cliff - the Fairy House.

"The immortals ask the immortals, and look forward to your arrival day and night. I haven't seen you for a long time, Jushi."

There was a light laughter in his ear. An Bochen looked back, and the graceful woman and a red-haired teenager were walking towards him with a smile.

"You two, I haven't seen you for a long time."

When the old man met, An Bochen was happy and got up to see the salute.

"The scholar has been separated for nearly 20 years, and he has been thinking about it."

The red-haired teenager respectfully saluted An Bochen, and his face was full of unconcealed joy.

"Twenty years..."

An Bochen felt a little strange, but he couldn't say anything strange, so he listened to the beautiful woman's words.

"Twenty years are as short as day and night for the scholars, but for us, it is very long and difficult. What's more, in the past 20 years, the priest has forgotten us cleanly and never used them.

The Water God said with an anger, went straight to An Bochen, looked at it for a long time, and shook his head.

"Don't think that the young man is short. Ten years of success is all in the morning and night. I hope that the resident will live up to our expectations."

Hearing this, An Bochen's heart tightened and couldn't help but say it.

"What the water girl said is very true. In the past 20 years, Bo Chen has been busy with it, but he hasn't thought about you two. It's really a sin."

"Gig..."

He looked at the serious An Bochen. The Water God covered his mouth and smiled, took An Bochen's arm, and held him in his arms intentionally or unintentionally.

"Don't blame the resident. It's just that it's difficult for the resident to come once. Each time, he can only stay for a few days at most. The water misses the scholar, and he is unscrupulous. Hee hee, but the resident can have this opportunity at a young age. Even if he can only stay for a few days every time, in the long run, he will always spend many more time than ordinary people. I hope the resident will cherish it.

The fragrant wind hit his face, and he felt the soft and elastic thing around his arm. An Bochen's face was red.