Yang God

"The Spirit Turtle Breathing Law, this is a kind of high-spirited Taoist kungfu, but it is a long-term internal training. The Daomen's vomiting effort is higher than that of the Dachan Temple. This is made in the martial arts. For a detailed comparison, you should be able to believe it. However, the great demon of the Great Zen Temple, the tiger magic and the bone boxing of these two sets of bones and muscles, but they are more sophisticated than the Taoist majority of the boxing method. Na, both sides have their own strengths."

Hong Yi’s eyes fell on the desk, “The Spirit Turtle Breathing”, and the heart naturally remembered the truth of practicing martial arts.

"Unfortunately, I don't know what the highest martial arts secret of the Great Zen Temple is."

Hung Yi remembered the Amitabha, which he had obtained from the martial arts. He searched the martial arts again these months, but he never found anything else.

Obviously, only the volume of the Amitabha is hidden in the entire martial art. As for the other two volumes, "The World is like the Bible", "The Future without the Classics" does not know where it is hidden.

While sighing, I walked over to the desk and picked up the book "The Turtle Breathing".

This book is not thick, only a thin eighteen pages, the first nine pages are a humanoid pattern, painted on the short length of breathing and the corresponding internal organs of the internal organs.

Next to the painting is a small gaze. When Hong Yi looks at it, he feels that the words are beautiful and the words are accurate. You can understand the meaning when you let people know.

The last nine pages are the prescriptions for the prescriptions, which are to clean up the stomach, kill the nine insects, and discharge the filth.

"This is a rare cheat..."

Hong Yi immediately confirmed the value of this "spiritual tortoise".

Because the pictures on the book are also clear, the human body is sketched out in a few strokes, and the human body is seen in the painting. Hongyi has an immersive feeling that is clearly contrasted with his own organs.

The brilliant martial arts, the written people, the books, the inaccurate words, the illustrations are blurred, people can not understand, so the practice will be ruined. For example, many of the boxing techniques recorded in the martial arts are all texts, and the pictures are simple and cannot be practiced.

The author's remarks are beautiful, the pictures are vivid, and the person practicing will get twice the result with half the effort, and will not make a fork.

A large part of the value of the boxing cheats is determined by this.

"But the human figure is vivid and immersive, but it is still a thousand miles away from the Amitabha. There is no such charm."

Hong Yi also compared the cheats and the illustrations of the Amitabha, but it was a gap.

"Hey! This picture."

When the Amitabha in the comparison of the Amitabha and the "Turtle and Breathing Method" were compared, the eyes also turned to a painting on the wall.

This painting is a painting of plum.

Ice and snow, a few plum blossoms between the snow and ice, jade bone ice muscles, vivid and lovely.

Hong Yi looked at the plum in the snow and ice. I didn't think it was first. I only felt very vivid, but the more I saw it, the more I felt chilly, and the mouth and nose seemed to smell the fragrance of Ao Xue.

"Whose painting is this, so the charm? Is it a fairy?" Hong Yi went forward and found that the following is the "big dry forty years of the first month, the road to the mysterious brother, dream ice cloud."

"It turned out to be a painting of the holy road. The mysterious machine is obviously the father, who is the dream ice cloud? It seems to be a woman. This painting....... proudly in the snow, the jade bone ice muscle... is not a painting of the holy, but, The taste is still not comparable to the Amitabha."

Not afraid of not knowing the goods, I am afraid of goods than goods.

When Hong Yi observed the painting, he remembered the Buddha statue on the Amitabha.

The artistic conception of the Buddha statue on the Amitabha: the vastness of the void, the boundlessness, I sit in the center, never move, sit and watch the thousands of worlds, and all the past are illusory.

Compared with the paintings of the paintings, this figure has some true meanings, and the understanding of Buddhism contained in the portraits on the scrolls is more profound.

A feeling that can only be expressed, not words can be described in Hong Yi's heart.

Zen is the heart of the heart, the word is the heart, the soul is the mind.

The natural view of Hong Yi’s head came up with a picture of a Buddha statue. He seemed to gradually merge with the Buddha. He felt that the void was vast and boundless. He sat alone in the center, and he did not move. Thousands of time lapses as a moment, all experiences are illusory, such as the dream bubble flashes, leaving no trace.

The soul is so eager to move, and it is growing rapidly, and there is a feeling of embarrassment.

I don't know how long it has been.

Crash!

Hong Yi did not move, but he even drilled out from the top door, looking around, there was no trace of discomfort.

This is the big day.

There is nothing wrong with the shelling of the soul.

The realm of the day trip!

Since the night tour, Hong Yi has been practicing for more than a month in accordance with the cultivation of the Amitabha. There is no breakthrough, only some subtle progress, but now he has realized the breakthrough.

After Hong Yi’s soul came out of the shell, he did not go out to wander, but returned to the shell and looked at the books in his hand.

The last time I shelled the night tour, I hurt the soul. He didn't dare to go out indiscriminately.

Between the flipping, even after the image of the deputy and auxiliary images was swept, it seemed to be engraved in general, and it was deeply left in the head, and there was actually an unforgettable taste.

“After reaching the realm of the day trip, I can actually remember it?” Hong Yi discovered his own changes and quickly flipped through the book.

"Although I know the cow magic and the boxing, the skill of the muscles is also quite hot. When I arrived at the realm of the martial arts, I also had the tiger magic to practice the bone boxing. I can always practice the realm of the martial arts without having to bother with the exercises, but I have to step on it. Into the innate realm is the need to breathe, and the training can also be repaired together with the bones and bones." Hong Yi looked at it while remembering, and at the same time gladly: "Today, I fortunately entered the trend of Zhennan Princess I was able to enter my father’s study room and I was able to see it quickly. Now I have broken through, just to remember these cheats."

Hong Yi did not doubt why there were such deep secrets in his father's study.

Hong Xuanji is Wu Sheng, if there is no boxing cheats in the study, then it is strange.

Just when Hong Yi finished reading this "Turtle Breathing Method", when he was looking for the second boxing cheats, he suddenly felt wrong:

"Oh, my father won't let me practice martial arts. I secretly practised it. I also used the strength of Zhennan Princess to go to the study to turn over his book. Isn't this touching his scale?"

Hong Yi thought of this, but it was a small one, and there was a cold sweat on his back.

"Princess, it’s dark, Grandma invites you to go out for dinner." Just when Hong Yi was shocked, he came in with a big girl with four prostitutes.

"Is it dark?"

Hung Yi looked up at the window and it was already dark.

"I didn't expect to read the book so fast? Princess? Princess..."

Hong Yi discovered that Luo Yun was still fascinated with a book in the corner of the other side of the bookshelf. He even opened his legs and sat on the ground without any scruples. There was no princess.

After hearing Hung Yi’s repeated screams, Luo Yun just raised his head and gave a “ah” and stood up.

"The princess is good martial arts." Hong Yi secretly admired, sitting for a long time to read ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Luoyun stood up and did not have the slightest discomfort.

"Oh, it’s dark." Luo Yun called, put the book on the shelf, patted the leg, and smiled at Hong Yi. "Hong Yi, haven’t you talked to me just now?"

"We are all fascinated by reading books, have time to talk again." Hong Yi smiled reluctantly, and thought about the consequences of angering Hong Xuanji.

"Yeah, we are all fascinated." Luo Yun suddenly stared at Hong Yi and laughed again. "You are a good man."

Hong Yi was so laughed by Luo Yun, and his fears were diluted a lot. Anyway, things were done, the soldiers came to block, the water came to the bandits, and when they faced Hong Xuanji, they tried again.

Hearing that Luo Yun said that he is a good man, Hong Yi suddenly has a feeling that the two have drawn a lot of distance.

This time I came to the Shushu House. Although the two did not say anything in half a word, they all read silently, but they seemed to be closer than a thousand words.

"I want to enter the palace, but unfortunately I didn't say anything today. If you don't live in the mansion, I can always go to you. Otherwise, I will come to the house and there are too many etiquettes. It doesn't mean anything." Cloud Road.

"Right, have you bought blood-stained steel inside the Taoist temple?" Hong Yi asked.

"No, Yujing is so big, I turned my head and I was dizzy, but after asking for a long time, no Taoist knew the blood-stained steel."

"What happened to the Lantern Goddess you just mentioned?"

"This is the case.........."

Between the two men, they went out.