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Part Two: Yitian Chapter 236: Hand Seal

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    Chapter 236 Handprints

    " Xiao Yuesheng turned his head and glanced at Zhao Min, and then glanced at the eight monks. They had fair complexions and seemed to have been pampered and had not suffered from wind and rain.

    He noticed that the palms of these people were much larger than ordinary people's hands, about the size of cattail leaf fans, but not rough. All the martial arts in their bodies were probably in these hands, and they were the work of a concubine.

    The Mahamudra of Tantric Buddhism has unpredictable power. If it can be practiced to the state of transformation, it can transcend the level of martial arts. Xiao Yuesheng has studied it carefully and is proficient in this technique.

    Just by looking at the appearance of their palms, it was obvious that the skill of Mahamudra was still far behind, and he was almost too lazy to reach out to them.

    But Wang Baobao¡¯s eyes were sharp and he looked like he wanted to teach him a lesson, which made Xiao Yuesheng quite unhappy, so he nodded and played with them.

    "It's good, I haven't done anything with anyone for a long time. Today I got to meet a few masters from outside the region. I'm quite excited about my skills and want to learn from them." Xiao Yuesheng stretched out his hand to stroke his black mustache and chuckled.

    Wang Baobao was overjoyed and hurriedly clasped his fists, turned around and said to the eight people: "Masters, please make a few gestures with me."

    The eight red-robed monks stood together, nodding, saying nothing, with a calm attitude, neither humble nor arrogant.

    They turned around and looked at Xiao Yuesheng, still silent, their figures moved suddenly, like eight red clouds, quickly surrounding Xiao Yuesheng, standing around the stone table.

    "Sister, let's go out and watch. Don't hinder them here." Wang Baobao smiled and turned to Zhao Min with a smile.

    Zhao Min glared at him fiercely and said angrily: "Brother, you are really!"

    "Don't worry, I have my own plans for my brother!" Wang Baobao patted his chest and said with a smile. He did not dare to neglect this extremely smart girl.

    Zhao Min took two steps back, leaned against the red railing, turned around and looked at Xiao Yuesheng, and Wang Baobao had no choice but to follow her.

    Xiao Yuesheng glanced at the two people in front of him. The formation formed by these eight people was quite simple. It was just to be able to attack from all directions. There was nothing mysterious about it.

    He slowly lifted the skirt of his clothes and pinned it to his waist, showing a bit of ability. He stretched out his right hand, and the palm of his hand gradually changed color, from warm and shiny white to red.

    It was a light pink at first, and gradually deepened as he pushed out his palm. When he straightened his arm, it turned into a bright red like blood, which was extremely bright and looked a bit weird.

    Then, he slowly retracted his right palm, and the color of his palm changed again, slowly turning from dark red to lighter, which was exactly the opposite of what it was just now.

    "Big hand seal!" Monk Fan across from Xiao Yuesheng exclaimed, his face as calm as water suddenly changed, and his eyes were extremely surprised.

    The reason why Tantra is called Tantra is the secret of its inheritance. It is transmitted from heart to heart and the Dharma is not transmitted to the six ears. This is the principle followed by Tantra.

    " Moreover, the martial arts of Tantric Buddhism are contrary to orthodox theories. Even if outsiders steal the martial arts of Tantric Buddhism, it will be difficult for them to practice it. They must obtain the initiation from a master to establish the foundation.

    How could they not be surprised when they saw Xiao Yuesheng actually using this powerful and unknown hand seal?

    "Is this gentleman a member of Tantric Buddhism?" the fat and white monk asked leisurely, showing great Buddhist dignity.

    Xiao Yuesheng clasped his hands together, raised his right palm in front of his chest, concentrating without speaking, and smiled faintly: "I am not a disciple of Tantric Buddhism, but I am only slightly involved in the teachings of Tantric Buddhism, and I will use this big mudra to learn the tricks of all the great lamas.  Bar!"

    After saying that, he no longer gave them a chance to speak, and in a flash, he walked up to the big lama, gently pushed out his right palm, with a slight smile on his face, like a smile with a flower in his hands, with the unique compassion of Buddhism, without any trace of it.  No murderous intent.

    The fat lama had a solemn expression. Seeing the abnormality of Xiao Yuesheng's palm just now, he knew that the intensity of his own Mahamudra could not be compared with it. Although he was surprised in his heart, how did he practice it and whether it was a real Mahamudra.

    But at this time, there was no time to think too much. He quickly took out the golden cymbal from his back and drew a golden light, which was extremely fast and slashed towards Xiao Yuesheng's wrist.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled faintly, and made a strange gesture with his fingers upright or together, spreading or spreading, which was half of the Buddhist mudra. He turned his wrist to meet the golden cymbal.

    When the great lama saw this, he couldn't help but smile to himself. The golden cymbal in his hand was faster. Although the Mahamudra of Tantric Buddhism was powerful, it was not invulnerable to swords.

    The sound of "dang" was like the sound of gold and iron. Xiao Yuesheng's middle finger and index finger hit the side of the golden cymbal, narrowly avoiding the sharp edge of the golden cymbal.

    The fat lama in red swayed and took a step back. His fair face flushed. He took another step back and stood firm. The hand holding the golden cymbal trembled slightly. The golden cymbal seemed to be  It will fall to the ground at any time.

      "You all go up together." Xiao Yuesheng slowly retracted his right hand, put it upright in front of his chest, and said with a slight smile.

    The big lama in red closed his eyes slightly, and his chest and abdomen were rising and falling violently, whistling like the sound of strong wind passing through the woods.

    When the other monks saw it, they were shocked. This is the secret Pana breathing method. It is extremely difficult to practice. It is extremely strong and domineering. It can activate the potential in the body, suppress injuries, and double the power. However, you need to meditate afterwards.  Restoration can take several days or several months.

    Since the senior brother has activated this secret technique, he must have suffered serious internal injuries, or the opponent is really powerful and it is difficult for the eight of him to deal with it.

    The remaining seven people all focused on the senior brother, watching the red-clothed lama in front of Xiao Yuesheng breathing heavily and remaining silent.

    " Xiao Yuesheng has only heard about this secret method, but has never seen it. Now that he has the opportunity to see it, he will not let it go. He concentrates on the movement and feels the route of its movement.

    The wonderful skills of Tantric Buddhism are truly extraordinary. Xiao Yuesheng sighed secretly and was quite happy. He didn't expect that he could gain such a harvest by planting flowers unintentionally.

    "Brother, what is he doing?" Zhao Min saw that they were all staring at the big lama in a daze, breathing like a cow's breath. Out of curiosity, he pointed at the big lama in red and asked Wang Baobao.

    "I don't know, even as a brother." Wang Baobao shook his head. Although he was proficient in the art of war, he did not attach much importance to martial arts. He was only able to fight against one person.

    ¡°These people are so weird and their martial arts skills are far behind, why bother looking for them?!¡± Zhao Min snorted lightly and glanced at Wang Baobao.

    "Sister, do you think masters are so easy to find?!" Wang Baobao glared at her angrily, shook his head and sighed: "You are lucky to be able to recruit those top masters. Most of today's martial arts masters are  He is very stubborn and rarely serves the imperial court!"

    Zhao Min was silent. The imperial court was unpopular. She had vaguely felt the signs of the collapse of the country, and she couldn't help but feel sad.

    The sound of breathing gradually subsided, and the great lama in red slowly opened his eyes. Two electric lights burst out, so bright that it was difficult to look directly.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled softly, feeling quite happy that he had figured out this secret method. The more powerful it was, the more he liked it. After he improved it, Shuiyun Sect also gained a life-saving miraculous skill.

    "Great Lama, let's get started!" Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly and raised his right palm in front of his chest. His eyes were warm and his face was full of compassion, just like the Buddha's light covering his body.

    "Please¡ª!" The great lama in red shouted loudly, like a thunderbolt exploding in everyone's ears, making Zhao Min and Wang Baobao tremble and their blood boil.

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    He slowly pushed it out with one palm, still using the Tantric Mahamudra.

    The red-clothed lama's eyes widened, and his brilliant light flashed. He put the golden cymbal back behind his back and slowly pushed out his right palm. The color of his palm quickly changed, quickly turning into bright red, as if it had been dyed by cinnabar, but it was  Authentic Mahamudra Kung Fu.

    The two palms seemed to be slowing down, but they met in the blink of an eye.

    The sound of "bang" was like the collision of defeats. The sound was dull, but it carried a strange power that shocked the mind.

    " Xiao Yuesheng spun his feet and took a step back. He was secretly surprised and nodded. The internal power of Tantric Buddhism is really different. It is different from ordinary internal power. You need to use your own power to resolve it.

    The great lama in red clothes remained motionless, his expression as usual, as if his inner strength was even better than Xiao Yuesheng's, which made all the monks very happy.

    But they were quite majestic and did not say anything. They just raised their eyebrows and looked at the senior brother with joy in their eyes.

    "The great lama has great skills!" Xiao Yuesheng praised, smiled kindly, and slowly pushed out his right palm, pressing it without any hurry or delay.

    The great lama's expression was solemn, without any joy. Seeing the slowly pressing palm, he stretched out his hand again and took out the golden cymbal from his back. He flicked his wrist slightly and shot out a golden light. The golden cymbal was already out of his hand, shooting like a hidden weapon.  Towards Xiao Yuesheng.

    At this time, the distance between the two people was only one step, and the speed of the golden cymbal was extremely fast, which was extremely sinister and sinister. It obviously violated the upright rules of the Central Plains Wulin.

    "Xiao Yuesheng's body swayed, and two figures suddenly appeared. The golden light hit a figure and passed by without any hindrance.

    His figure reappeared, still in place, unscathed.

    Not far away, the golden light suddenly whistled, drew an arc in mid-air, turned around, and shot back again.

    This time, the distance was not close. Xiao Yuesheng slowly stretched out his right hand and spread his fingers. When the golden light approached, he suddenly shook and slapped it with the back of his palm.

    With a "ding" sound, the golden cymbal hit the back of the palm, and a golden light suddenly turned into eight rays and shot out in all directions, extremely fast."Uh" A few moans sounded, and the eight monks around Xiao Yuesheng all trembled and covered their chests, looking shocked and as if they didn't believe it.

    "Several lamas, I'm rude and disrespectful." Xiao Yuesheng clasped his fists, turned around, and apologized.

    "You" Zhao Min could see it clearly and couldn't help but screamed, running over and pointing at Xiao Yuesheng, with a charming face and full of anger.

    The eight golden rays of light had already shot into the bodies of the eight lamas. Although Zhao Min could not see clearly, he knew that the golden cymbals must have been shattered and the fragments hit the eight people.

    Xiao Yuesheng reached out to wrap his arms around Zhao Min, who had fallen into a trap, and held her waist with his big hands, making her unable to move. He smiled slightly at Wang Baobao: "Brother Wang, if we save them quickly, there is still a glimmer of hope."

    After saying that, his body flashed and he disappeared together with Zhao Min.
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