At dusk three days later, in a forest dozens of miles north of Dali City, Ji Ning blocked the way for the two of them.

One of them was wearing a yellow monk's robe, under fifty years old, with cloth clothes and slim shoes on his face, and seemed to be flowing with precious light, and it was like jewels and jade, which naturally shone brightly.

This man was carrying a handsome and young man in his hand, Duan Yu, the prince of the Nanwang of Dali Kingdom.

"This donor blocks my monk's way, I wonder what advice is?"

The Tubo national teacher, Dalun Ming Wang, was single-handed and polite. Although he was engaged in accusation at this moment, he still had the style of a great monk.

Ji Ning bowed his hand and said, "The descendant of Xiaoyao is here to take back the 'Little Wuxianggong', please don't blame the master."

After hearing this, Jiumozhi was shocked, but his expression remained unchanged and calmed as usual. He gently tapped Duan Yu's "sleeping hole" with his left index finger, and then sent the person aside and said, "Please, donor!"

Before he finished speaking, Jiu Mozhi's body was slightly tilted, and his palms came out from the bottom of his sleeve, slashing towards Ji Ning like a knife.

His palm power is called the "fire sword". Although it is illusory and unpredictable, it can kill people invisibly, which is really amazing.

Ji Ning stepped on Lingbo's slight steps, and when he moved his body, he had already walked behind Jiumozhi, pointed out his right sword, and attacked forward with a sharp airflow as sharp as a sword.

Jiumozhi was calm and fluttered his right robe sleeve and threw it behind him. It was one of Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills, the cassock and demon-suffering technique.

The finger sleeves were fighting each other, and Jiumozhi's sleeves were widely thrust into a broad range of power. Ji Ning's finger was gathered and condensed. Only the "hissing" sound was heard, and the two forces were stirring each other. Suddenly, dozens of gray butterflies seemed to fly up and down in the woods.

"The donor has such profound internal skills." Jiumozhi turned around and exclaimed with his bare arm.

The many gray butterflies were transformed by his sleeves. The two of them were in a state of internal force, how could the sleeves of the monk's robe stand it? They were immediately torn to pieces.

While speaking, Jiumozhi gently clamped his thumb and index finger, as if he was holding a flower, with a smile on his face and his left hand flicked his five fingers.

I saw him pointing out his fingers very gently. Every time his left hand pops up, it seems like he wants to remove the dewdrops on the flowers on his right hand, but he is afraid that the petals will fall off. His face is always kind and smiling, and he looks very understanding.

This is one of Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills, picking the flower finger.

According to legends from Zen Buddhism, Sakyamuni preached at the Lingshan Conference, picking up golden maria flowers and showing them to the crowd. Everyone was silent, and only the Venerable Kashyapa smiled.

When Shakyamuni knew that Kashyapa had understood the mind method, he said, "I have the eyes of the Dharma, the Dharma of Nirvana, the true form and the subtle method, and there is no text, and it is different from the teachings. He asked Mahakasyapa."

Zen Buddhism regards the transmission of the mind as its most important thing. Shaolin Temple belongs to Zen Buddhism, so it should have a unique study on this "flying finger".

In the woods, sword energy is erected and finger force breaks through the air.

Ji Ning used the mysterious skills and the sea of ​​clouds in the Dantian were turbulent. Every move contained a thousand pounds of power, which was difficult to bear.

What makes Jiumozhi feel even more uncomfortable is the general trend contained in the Sky God’s sword technique, covering the sky and the earth, and there is no way to escape and no way to avoid it!

Ji Ning became more and more courageous as he fought. Many of the Swordsmanship in the Sky God who had originally understood half of them were suddenly understood in the fierce battle.

Jiumozhi is a perfect whetstone. His strength is stronger than Ji Ning and has rich experience, but his light skills are not as good as Lingbo Weibu, the flame sword or the 72 Shaolin skills, if he can't hit the opponent, everything is empty.

As time went by, darkness gradually enveloped the earth, and Ji Ning also lost the intention to continue fighting.

At this time, Jiumozhi slashed with a sharp "fire sword". Ji Ning did not dodge like before, but instead advanced. He blocked the knife with his protective energy. He took the opportunity to grab Jiumozhi's arms with both hands and then used all his strength to activate the Beiming Divine Art.

Jiumozhi was caught off guard and immediately felt his internal strength flowing like a river, pouring down thousands of miles. Especially the internal strength he cultivated with the "Little Wuxiang Gong" was like a slut meeting a strong man, and he rushed over.

After a few breaths, Jiumozhi fell to the ground with soreness and staring at Ji Ning with empty eyes and said, "This is not the magic method of the old monster Xingsu Haiding. I hope the donor can tell me that even though I die, I will have no regrets."

"Xiaoyao Authentic, Beiming Divine Art." Ji Ning replied.

Jiumozhi remained silent. After a while, he sighed and said, "Although I am in Buddhism, my competitive spirit is more powerful than ordinary people. Today's fruits are the cause of yesterday.

Alas, the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance are all avoided, but they also regard themselves as a monk, and are arrogant and arrogant, without shame and shame. After death, they enter the hell of the Avici, and will never be reborn."

He sat on the ground and suddenly recalled: "The Tathagata taught the Buddhist son that the first thing he wanted to do was to greed, love, take, and entangle, so that he could have the hope of liberation. But I could not do anything, and I was bound to fame and fortune, and I was tightly tied to me.

Today, all martial arts are lost. How could I know that it was not the Buddha who enlightened me to turn from evil to justice and be able to be pure and liberated?"

Jiumozhi looked back on his actions over the past decades, and his forehead was filled with sweat, feeling ashamed and sad.

He was originally a man of great wisdom and wisdom, and his Buddhist cultivation was also very profound. He only practiced martial arts and became more competitive in his heart, and became less and less aware of it.

"Thank you for your guidance, donor." Jiumozhi struggled to stand up, folded his head and said.

Ji Ning returned the favor and said, "Congratulations, is the master preparing to go back to the Tubo Kingdom next?"

Jiumozhi said, "I want to go back wherever I come from, but it is not necessarily the Tubo Kingdom. I will be calm in the future and follow the situation. The place where my heart is happy is the place where my body is happy."

In this way, Jiumozhi achieved great enlightenment and finally became a generation of eminent monks. Since then, he has translated the Buddhist sutras and treatises in India to Tibetan, promoted Buddhism, and saved countless people.

Later, the Buddhist Buddhism in India declined, and the three treasures of the sutras, law and theory were all lost and lost. However, many were still preserved in Tibet. During this period, Jiumozhi actually made great achievements.

After Ji Ning watched Jiumozhi leave, he started to use the Beiming Divine Art to harmonize and transform the internal energy in the "Tanzhong Tianchi". Jiumozhi's skill is similar to Duan Yanqing, but it is much inferior in terms of essence.

After removing the drought and retaining the essence through the whirlpool of bitter sea, I finally had nearly thirty years of pure skills, which turned into clouds and merged into the sea of ​​clouds.

The water comes naturally, and the second layer of clouds is formed smoothly.

Ji Ning looked inside the Dantian and saw that the third sea of ​​clouds had already taken shape over the sea of ​​suffering. The cloud energy transformed by the pure power for nearly twenty years was unstable and ever-changing.

Then, he opened his eyes and turned his head to see Duan Yu in a coma.

Ji Ning walked over, helped Duan Yu up, and then tentatively injected a stream of true energy into his body.
Chapter completed!