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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of Tianlong Chapter 333: Not Bad

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    Chapter 333 Not bad

    He checked silently and laughed, but it turned out to be an old monk, old and weak, as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind. He was the sweeping monk of Shaolin.

    Now that his golden elixir has been formed, when he looks at the sweeping monk, he no longer has that terrifying feeling. However, the aura on the sweeping monk's body is misty, and if it is there or not, it seems that his inner strength has almost returned to the state of formlessness.

    With such a level of cultivation, it would be difficult for the current masters to hurt him. Buddhism indeed has incredible power, allowing a person to cultivate to such a state.

    Seeing that the sweeping monk was not bothering him, he paid no attention to him. Masters like them would make a move, which would shake the world, and they would not do it unless it was absolutely necessary.

    After searching around, I found that the cabinets in the Sutra Pavilion stood tall as high as the wall. They were lined up in rows, giving people great pressure, as if they were solemn, tall and towering Buddha statues.

    Xiao Yuesheng didn¡¯t need to search carefully. The ball of soul in his mind was spinning and clearly presented. After magnifying it, all the Buddhist experiences were vividly visible.

    His eyes suddenly lit up, his figure swayed, he floated flatly, and he pulled out a yellow silk booklet from the top shelf of the cabinet, which was as high as the roof.

    He lowered his head and glanced at it, showing a hint of joy, and then did not leave. Instead, he sat down directly and sat cross-legged on the ground.

    The ground is made of thick wooden boards, smooth and clean, and has been cleaned by dedicated monks. There are also futons dotted on the ground, where people can sit and read Buddhist scriptures.

    Xiao Yuesheng sat on a futon, and his mind suddenly became quiet. Everything around him was completely isolated, he cut off the worldly ties and gave up distracting thoughts.

    Immediately, he opened the yellow silk in his hand and read page by page, looking at it very carefully, with a look of approval on his face and nodding his head.

    There were thirty-six pages in the yellow silk booklet. Although he read it carefully, he read it very quickly. He finished it in a short time, covering the book with a look of admiration on his face.

    The predecessors had great wisdom, but I am still far behind!  He couldn't help but sigh, Shaolin's unique skills are really good, and the indestructible magic power of Shaolin is well-deserved.

    However, although this magical power of indestructibility is exquisite, it is also extremely difficult to practice. First of all, it requires strong internal strength.

    No matter what kind of magical skill, internal strength is the foundation, such as the Six Meridians Divine Sword, the number one sword technique in the martial arts world. If the internal strength is not enough, forcing yourself to practice it will be useless but harmful, and you can train yourself to death.

    And this magical power of indestructibility, no wonder it is placed in such a high place, hidden in it, and difficult to detect. Even if the light power is extremely high, this book cannot be seen.

    From this point of view, it is very possible that there are not even one person in Shaolin Temple who can practice this skill.

    He fluttered, put the yellow silk book back, and then suddenly disappeared into the Sutra Pavilion, coming and going invisible, as if he had never appeared before.

    He suddenly disappeared, and a figure slowly came over. He was thin and had an old face, as if a gust of wind could blow him away. He was an old monk.

    If Xiao Yuesheng were here, he would recognize him at a glance as the old sweeping monk of Shaolin. His cultivation level was extremely high, and he was unrivaled in Shaolin.

    The old monk came slowly, his steps were sluggish, as if he didn't know any martial arts, he stopped in front of the bookcase, slowly raised his head, and looked at where Xiao Yuesheng put the yellow silk back.

    He suddenly moved and jumped up, like a crane soaring into the sky, graceful and calm, without a trace of anger, which was completely different from his old and thin appearance.

    He took out the yellow silk book and dropped it to the ground. He looked at it a few times, his eyes flashed, he sighed, jumped up again, and put the yellow silk book back again.

    With a flash of green shirt, Xiao Yuesheng appeared in his bedroom and suddenly raised his voice: "Xue Qing, come here!"

    Now, it is already midnight. This soft voice came clearly into Fang Xueqing's house, and no one else heard it.

    He used the technique of sound transmission from a thousand miles to bundle his inner energy into a line and pass it straight through the obstacles to Fang Xueqing's ears.

    The ball of soul in his mind swirled, and he saw Fang Xueqing. He positioned it accurately without making a mistake and woke her up instantly.

    Fang Xueqing was dreaming when she saw Xiao Yuesheng holding herself in his arms with a smile on his face. In the warm and safe embrace, she seemed to melt.

    "Xueqing, come here." He murmured softly in his ear, and the hot breath touched his ears and spread to his heart, making his whole body feel even softer.

    "Xueqing, come here!" The voice suddenly became louder. She was startled, woke up, sat up suddenly, lifted the brocade quilt, revealing a snow-white middle coat.

    She listened attentively, pressed her pounding heart, and did not go out immediately. She said softly: "Master, I'm coming!"

    She touched her face. It was very hot and must have been very red.

    After a while, she took a long breath, adjusted her mood, and then opened the door.Go and come to Xiao Yuesheng's house.

    "Sir?" She opened the door, raised the curtain and entered the inner room. She saw Xiao Yuesheng sitting in front of the xuan desk, his green shirt neat, obviously not on the bed.

    "Xueqing, I'll wait for you with pen and ink!" Xiao Yuesheng raised his head to look at her, then lowered his eyes, meditating on the indestructible power of the Vajra.

    Fang Xueqing was struck by his warm gaze and felt guilty. She nodded hurriedly, and her jade-like face suddenly turned red, as if she had been smeared with a layer of rouge.

    She hurriedly lowered her head, spread out the plain paper quickly with her hands and feet, pressed down on Yuzhen, then poured some tea into the inkstone, and grinded it gently.

    In the blink of an eye, the ink was ready, and he said softly to Xiao Yuesheng, whose eyes were slightly closed: "Young master, it's done."

    "Hmm" Xiao Yuesheng said, and suddenly a golden light flashed on his body, and then disappeared again. Fang Xueqing was shaken for a moment and looked at him in surprise.

    At this moment, Xiao Yuesheng has realized something, gained some insights for the first time, and entered the first level.

    This skill is extremely profound and is a unique Buddhist teaching. If you practice it to the highest level, your body will become a saint, the vajra will be indestructible, and you will reach the other shore.

    Xiao Yuesheng studied Taoism. Although the Taiqing Yuxia Ziying Contemplation Sutra is similar to the Buddhist contemplation method, it is an authentic Taoist method.

    The profoundness of Buddhism and the subtlety of Taoism are quite similar. They both pursue the existence of Tao, but their purposes are different. One is to transcend the sea of ??suffering and reach the other shore, and the other is to live forever and stay in the world forever.

    There are one hundred and eighty thousand gates in Buddhism, and each gate leads to the great road. Both the buddha and emptiness branches exist. The Vajra is indestructible, so it belongs to the buddha school, which is somewhat similar to Taoism.

    Xiao Yuesheng picked up the pen, calmly and calmly, and the pen moved quickly. In the blink of an eye, a map appeared in front of Fang Xueqing.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Out of the sky is a person sitting cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, his hands forming seals in the Dantian, and a solemn and solemn aura blowing towards his face.

    There are four formulas written under the picture, written in small regular script. Each sentence has twelve characters. They are elegant and simple, and the meanings of the characters are mysterious and difficult to figure out at the moment.

    She frowned slightly, picked up the paper weight, lifted up the piece of plain paper, blew on it gently, and dried it while pondering these four formulas.

    She knew in her heart that being able to be copied down by the young master with such solemnity must be an extraordinary martial arts skill, which is rare for ordinary people to see.

    Xiao Yuesheng raised his head to look at her and smiled, noncommittal.

    Seeing him like this, Fang Xueqing understood in her heart that the young master acquiesced in her viewing, then looked at the next picture, and quickly finished writing.

    Xiao Yuesheng drew the pictures and then wrote the formulas very quickly, and the characters were lifelike, as if real people were practicing in them.

    In a short time, after finishing thirty-six pictures, Xiao Yuesheng put down his pen, took the white jade cup from Fang Xueqing, and took a sip.

    "You go to Princess Danyang tomorrow and take this with you." Xiao Yuesheng pointed to the stacked diagrams and said warmly: "This is the Shaolin Vajra Indestructible Magic Skill. Depending on your internal strength, you can try to practice it."

    "This is the Shaolin Vajra Indestructibility Magic?!" Fang Xueqing was surprised, looked at the stack of diagrams on the case, her bright eyes flashed: "How can the young master have this?"

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said: "You are too lenient,this Kung Fu is very difficult to practice. If you really can't do it, there is no need to force it!"

    "Yes, Young Master." Fang Xueqing put away the atlas, her bright eyes twinkling, and said, "How long should I stay at the Princess' place?"

    Xiao Yuesheng pondered for a moment: "It depends on the situationyou stay for a day to get familiar with it, and then let Xiaoyin and the others take turns to go there."

    "Yes." Fang Xueqing's eyebrows were slightly raised, showing joy.

    "Okay, let's go." Xiao Yuesheng smiled and waved his hand.

    Fang Xueqing took the map into her arms, stepped forward and spread the quilt for him, then helped him take off his green shirt, revealing his middle coat, and then withdrew.

    Xiao Yuesheng's expression was natural, and he allowed her to serve him meticulously. He lay down on the couch and fell asleep quickly, no longer meditating all night as before.
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