Romance of Dragons and Snakes

“Flesh Bodhisattva, you also believe in flesh Bodhisattva, there is at least a glimmer of hope now, and Shaolin Temple's recent monk, Shanqiloa, is not a liar, as if I heard Wu Yunlong say that he is an authentic tradition of ancient Indian yoga, practicing highly, has reached the realm of living Buddha, you may really have a glimmer of hope or not. ”

Yan Yuanyi's mother wept and nagged.

The mirror looked at his daughter since her death, her hair was white and many heartbroken wives sighed, “That's all we have left. Now we really have no choice but to pray to God that Buddha grab the last straw. ”

Originally, as a longevity mirror army boss and old cadre, he did not despise prayer for God. He spread the joke without telling it, and he did not believe in any Buddhist god ghost. But for her own daughter, she had to grab the last straw, which amounted to a sudden infirmity, a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

“I will invite Wuyunlong to visit Shaolin Temple. ”

Strict life mirrors are also much older.

Southern Ocean, Indonesia.

Since Yokohama's return from martial arts, Wang Chao's entire life has fallen into a brief tranquillity. It is still too early from the martial arts convention. While the world's major forces are heavily arranged, he sits idly on the beach looking at several books.

Ho Linger, Tan Wendong, on the beach on the beach sometimes punched his feet, while the disc knee sat on the beach and sat on the beach, observing the various points of his body, sometimes walking, the divine state is also very relaxed.

Both of them practiced differently, practicing differently, not the same routine, and behaved very differently. Obviously, there was a different understanding of their boxing exercises.

Wang Chao did not care how the two people practiced kung fu. Instead, he looked at several books with all his heart. Apart from several ancient medical books, such as the "Huang Di inner scripture” and the "Herbal scripture”, it is some translation stories of Buddhism, and there is no literature of martial arts.

Just as Wang Chao read the book, all of a sudden, Huo Linger came over and looked like he had stopped talking.

“Why? What's wrong? Is there something you want to ask me?” Wang Chao raised his head and looked at Ho Linger.

“Master, what is Dantian?” Huo Linger suddenly asked a question only asked by a martial arts beginner. Hearing this question, even Tan Wendong, not far away, stopped, and a look of difference appeared in his eyes.

“Sister, how can you smell such a shallow question?” Tan Wendong walked over.

“This is not a shallow question.” Wang Chao understands, "Linger, how did your boxing move so fast? So you're just starting to microscopically? ”

“Mm-hmm.” Holly nodded. “When I recently moved my blood under my belly, I felt a lot of sensitive places, like that part of Dantian, a big patch of slap, not dozens of sensitive caves. I don't even know what the trick is to concentrate blood on, but if something goes wrong, I doubt it will go wrong, hold Dan in the crotch, but so many sensitivities, what exactly is that? ”

Originally, the reason why Holly asked Wang Chao such a simple question was that now the sensitivity has broken through the internal vision of the five dirty realms, beginning to feel the subtle sensitivities of various parts of the body.

When she was practicing, she put it on the small belly of Dantian field. When she moved the blood toward that area, she found a lot of small sensitivities, not knowing exactly where the blood was going to be concentrated.

“Dantian, when first practicing martial arts, was recognized as a large piece of slap three inches below his belly. But when the martial arts began to wander slowly, many deeper things would be discovered. All parties and even everyone had their own understanding. Even if Shaolin Temple was a sect of martial arts, the boxing masters had their own opinions. At that time, the famous Qigong master Chunji Monk in Shaolin East Hospital believed that the real Dantian was an inch under the belly button and five points inside the skin. In the south courtyard, the Qigong master, Sadao, thinks that Dantian cave is three inches below the belly button, three points below the skin. In the west courtyard, the Qigong master, De Zen, thinks it's different. He thinks it's the three inches below the belly button, while the Suxi monk thinks it's three inches below the belly button, one point below the skin, five points. Shaolin's faction has so much to say, besides other martial arts? ”

After Wang Chao finished his speech, he sighed carefully.

“Where is our party Dantian? How do we get the blood there? When will it disperse?” Holly asked about the idea.

“The boxing technique of this party of mine thinks that man stands, facing the sun, three inches directly north under the belly button, under the skin, is the location of the true god of martial arts, every day from 7: 00 to 9: 00 am, belongs to the dragon. That blood was transported there. There's still time between 9: 00 and 11: 00 to beat hard, but at this point, blood slows down, like snakes. In fact, the show belongs to Wudang's martial arts. In fact, it is also a tortoise snake tray. A tortoise is a dragon, and a dragon has nine sons, among them a tortoise. It is also the air-blood handling method of dragon snake hitting. Before, you didn't see the sensitivity of the true god of martial arts, so I won't tell you, lest you try blindly, and if you make a mistake, you die instantly. This thing, countless people in your predecessors, went through countless human life exploration experiences. No mistake at all. ”

Wang Chao told Ho Linger the original Qi and Blood Handling method of this door, then sighed: “The human body is too precise, more precise than any machine, no mistake can be made. Since I broke through the void, my whole body is like glass, I can see all the hidden points, see those dense and numb caves, like stars in the sky. All my life, I can't penetrate the relationship between man and earth and time. ”

“Why did you achieve different things when you practiced purple dust as a doorman? ”

Huo Linger's eyes were pure, her mind became more and more silent, and her name of Tang Zidu gradually changed, becoming a senior.

“I later broke away from the shackles of this punching technique and studied the cultivation of the yoga handprint, which transported blood, in the west of Dantian, in an inch of skin beneath the belly button, where the Amitabha Buddha lived. And the yoga practice, when transporting blood, was accompanied by pronunciation, my Buddhist Qi Kung, which experienced a lot of peril of life and death, eventually turned over the plate and broke the void. ”

Wang Chaodao, his words are simple, but they reveal a light of life and death, a bright light of great wisdom.

I understand. ”

Huo Linger said. If in this world, besides Tang Zidu knows Wang Super well, the other woman, is her.

“Master, what are you looking at? ”

Ho Linger looked at a book in Wang Super's hand, a commonly used brochure documenting some of the divine tales in Buddhism.

“It's a story book.” Wang Chuao laughed: “The story is that when Buddha preached, he read the Book to a dead man for seven days, bringing the dead back to life. ”

“There are many stories like Buddhism that bring the dead back to life, and there's no such thing as that.” Holly shook her head.

“Not necessarily. Sound to wash the medulla has a powerful power. If a boxing technique reaches the outer realm, people who exhale like thunder will read it. Long lasting, it can shake the bone marrow blood regeneration machine. But the odds are too small. And that person didn't completely cut off his life. Actually, like a man whose heart stops beating, electric shock restores him. Buddhism still has some real talent. Otherwise, with one mouth, it's a cult. ”

Wang Chao played the book page with his nails.

Just as Master Wang was discussing boxing, the Mirror had met Chiloa, an Indian yoga master.

At the same time, Liu Mubai, two Danjin masters of Wuyunlong. All gathered at Yan's house.

“Is this the monk?” Sitting in his seat, he looked at Ziloa standing in a red monk's coat, all suspicious in his eyes, with four words on his face, pretending to be a ghost.

Naturally, he would not believe that these monks could cure the disease without medication, just a few scriptures would be fine.

Ziloa looked at the strict life mirror, a bitter face, but did not speak. She just glistened in her eyes and looked at the strict life mirror. Suddenly, her hands held their forefingers together and her lips trembled. She made a “cum”. This sound was like a bell ringing in the temple, the air vibrated, and the strict life mirror was shaken by the sound and her teeth were numb, and she jumped.

The man stood in front of the temple bell, violently ringing the bell, and the sound shook the bone marrow of the whole body numbness, which is the feeling of a life mirror.

“You've been feeling restless lately and the blood has accumulated in your liver. My voice shook up the blood in your liver. You stand up and see if you're feeling much better. ”

Chiloa Road.

Strong life mirrors stood up, frowned, turned around and found themselves feeling much more comfortable.

“It's a psychological cue, right?” After the strict life mirror activity, he still didn't believe it in his eyes. Looking at Ziloa, he did see some Qigong master liars, saying that [* * *] healing is actually a psychological suggestion trick.

“No, it's a sound shock, not a psychological cue. It's true power. No, no, we should change the word. Just call it speech therapy.” Chiloa shook his head.

“Why two statements?” Strict life mirror.

“Where civilizations are uncultivated, say magic, persuade them in the name of ghosts, but now that I'm in a civilized and cultured society, explain it in civilized terms. I'm not pretending to be a ghost. In front of people who understand, they don't pretend to be ghosts. Besides, I have two flesh bodhisattvas in front of me who are familiar with these things. Leaving me as a practitioner, I'm just a doctor now.” Chiloa said honestly.

“Interesting.” After hearing the words of Ziloa, this monk was very interesting.

Liu Mubai, Wu Yunlong glanced at him, but he didn't feel anything. They are all Dandao masters. It seems normal to pronounce the true words of Ziloa, but the boxing technique of the two men is a killing technique, the fighting method is long, but the monk is far less proficient in true words to heal people.

“Let's go see Yuanyi, but Yuanyi's life has been cut off, and this monk is the last straw.” Wu Yunlong sighed.

This Dando master also has no illusions about Ziloa, but there is always a better chance than not doing it.

“Master Ziloa, Yuanyi was killed by Wang Chao. You know very well Wang Chao's boxing skills. Are you sure?” Liu Mubai asked.

“Wang Chao's realm has clearly seen his surname, as can be seen. That's him. That's him. His divinity, was the highest achievement.” Chiloa Road.

“What do you mean? Wang Chao, I've seen him kill countless people, can you do it? What's he like?” Strict life mirror listened and shook his head.

“Everyone comes, just can't recognize themselves. There is no good or evil, but a satisfactory land.” Chiloa smiled bitterly.

“Let's go.” Wuyunlong hastened a sentence.

Several people came to a large bedroom, Yuanyi dressed neatly, lying in bed, blushing, as if she had slept well, but her body breathed a little, her heart beat, her pulse was gone.

“This Buddha is all alone, not sick. How can we save her?” Qiloa saw Yan Yuanyi far away and showed surprise on his face, because he could see that Yan Yuanyi had entered the Danjin, in other words, the practice of the Bodhisattva.

“I heard that in Buddhism, in addition to washing the medulla scriptures, there were also great sad spells, and some secret true pronunciations of soul spells that shook the blood circulation of the human body and revived the machine, so try it.” Wuyun sighed on his face and shook his head.

“It is true that the Buddha recorded that the Buddha used to recite the soul curse and bring people back to life, but these things, they are all documented, can no longer be tested, it may be paranoid, it may be deceptive, I know the pronunciation secret of the soul curse, but I am not sure, and it takes seven days to read it, I cannot stop, otherwise, once the voice stops, the blood stagnates, it has no effect, my physical support cannot be sustained, I will most likely die from weakness. ”

Chiloa said honestly.

Between the words of this monk, directly saying that what is recorded in the Buddha is untested, it may be a lie, you can see that the practice is coming.

I heard Ziloa say that there was no certainty, and the people present were silent.

“Hey, Buddha has cut the meat to feed the eagle, instead of feeding the tiger's mercy, I save people, abandon this skin bag, what's the big deal? ”

Qiloa suddenly sat down. To Wuyunlong, Liu Mubai said: “Would you two great bodhisattva please help me protect the law so that no one can disturb me, I will start reading the truth now. ”

Liu Mubai, Wu Yunlong heard the words of Ziloa, raised his respects and nodded. He also sat on his knees at the door.

Boom!

After Ziloa sat down, the mirror retreated consciously and suddenly sounded and shook around the walls.

Subsequently, a series of syllables came out of Ziloa's mouth, seemingly in a large dojo, where thousands of monks read neatly, trembling in the air.

Wuyunlong focused his attention on Yan Yuanyi, who was lying in the distance, and suddenly discovered that as the syllable of Ziloa vibrated, Yan Yuanyi's skin was shaking gradually, and the blood, which had been silent for a long time, seemed to have a momentum of silly desire.

One day and one night later, Ziloa's mouth was still in the air, uninterrupted, and still so magnificent and rigid. The sound shook some of the items in the house, shuddering and dropping to the ground.

Wu Yunlong, Liu Mubai also secretly admired the monk's strength, it was too amazing.

At the same time, they gradually discovered that the vibrations of the sound, the blood in the seismic element meter had regular, stupid movements, and seemed to flow again.

But they knew that it was just a resonance of sound shock, not a precursor to a resurrection.

“This true pronunciation, it turns out, has some doorways, and the blood in my body is shaking slowly.” Wu Yunlong, Liu Mubai darkly experienced the pronunciation of Ziloa.

Two days and two nights later, Ziloa began to lose her support, her mouth bleeding like foam, and her voice slowly subsided.

Liu Mubai, Wu Yunlong obviously felt that the monk's life had been overspent a lot. His breath seemed to be the light in the wind, and he was going to extinguish it at any time.

At this time, Yin Yuanyi's heart suddenly beat slightly.

Wu Yunlong, Liu Mubai felt it clearly, my heart trembled!

But at this moment, Ziloa seemed to have been sucked with a stick, and the sound stopped and a puff of blood sprayed out.

“After all, I didn't come... ”

The monk sighed and drowned his head.

He's breathless and tired.

(To be continued)