Chapter 169: The skill of heaven and man, the foundation building of dispersed merit (two in one, six thousand words!)

"I'm here Zhang Jun, I'm here to ask for a visit when I learned that my senior was in Shaolin." A sound full of true energy resounded throughout the Sutra Pavilion. The echoed sounds made the eighteen arhats guarding the outside world look at each other and quickly used their skills to fight each other. Here, the eighteen of them have been in great trouble for eight lifetimes. They have to come every morning, noon and evening every day, and they have to take turns guarding the Sutra Pavilion to monitor Zhang Jun day and night, regardless of wind and rain, so as not to steal books and learn martial arts secretly.

Zhang Jun felt the silent movements around him in the Sutra Pavilion, but sighed softly. The world would not change and move because of a person's thoughts; time would not stagnate because of a person's dissatisfaction; the nameless old monk would not do it because of Zhang Jun's wishful thinking. On the fifth day of Zhang Jun's visit to this Sutra Pavilion, he asked for a meeting every day, but the nameless old monk still disappeared. In the end, Zhang Jun couldn't help but search around in the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion, but he just didn't see anyone, as if he was looking for an old monk who was sweeping the floor.

As for asking the others of Shaolin Temple, they all said they had never seen this old monk, which made Zhang Jun confused. However, after thinking about it, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo in the Sutra Pavilion have regarded this place as their back garden for decades, and in this case, they did not find the Shaolin Sweeping Monk. It can be imagined that his strength is so strong that if it does not appear, Zhang Jun would not be able to find it.

Seeing that the seven-day period was about to come, Zhang Jun was embarrassed to say that he would use it again. Thinking of this, Zhang Jun sighed and took a book from the classical sandalwood bookshelf on the side. The Lotus Sutra should be read as a novel. Anyway, the martial arts books here are not very useful to him, and secondly, Zhang Jun also agreed to those in Shaolin Temple not to read martial arts books, so he could only find some Buddhist scriptures to read, which is considered to be a passing time.

"Abbot, he has been in the Sutra Library these days, but he keeps his promise and has not read any martial arts secrets." Outside the Sutra Library, Xuan Ji said to Xuan Ci who came beside him.

"Well! It seems that this person is indeed not a traitor and evil person. What this person said may be true that a master and senior hiding in the Sutra Library Pavilion in our temple." Xuan Ci glanced at the Sutra Library at the attic in front of him, and continued to say to Xuan Ji: "Today, Master Jiumozhi, the King of the Dalun Temple in Tubo, handed us a letter to this temple. Ten days later, I will tell you about it. How do you think of it?"

"Tubo Dalun Temple has no connection with my Shaolin Temple. I am afraid that the visitor will be unkind. However, the person who sent the post is Wutai Mountain. I am afraid that it is going to join forces with the Dalun Ming King to attack my Shaolin Temple." Xuan Ji explained calmly.

"Well! But now my Shaolin Temple has already attracted a lot of wind. Although it has a high status in the world, it is contrary to my Buddha's original intention of spreading the Dharma and preaching. Not only that, the arrival of this donor also shows that the lack of masters in my Shaolin Temple. If there are really masters coming, it is still unknown whether my Shaolin can stop me. Alas! Amitabha, I only hope that what this person said is true. I, Shaolin, really has a monk who can hide in the Sutra Pavilion. If so, my Shaolin will be safer." After Xuan Ci finished speaking, he thought of what Zhang Jun said at the beginning, and the Shaolin Yijin Jing was the basis. So after returning, he worked hard to learn about the Yijin Jing, hoping to further respond to the uninvited guests that will be coming in a few days.

Seven days passed in a blink of an eye, and Zhang Jun still couldn't wait for the nameless old monk to appear, so he could only sigh: "Hey! I'm really wishful thinking. I originally thought about visiting this old Shaolin monk, but I don't know if the other party agrees. Now it's the seventh day, and it seems that this trip can only be returned without success." Just as it is impossible for us to do everything in the world, maybe you will be prepared for a few days for work cases, but in the end, the boss rejected it. Although this is not as good as you wish, it cannot be forced.

And just as Zhang Jun himself said, there are so many unexpected things in the world. Just when Zhang Jun made up his mind and almost gave up, a sigh shocked Zhang Jun.

"So... you are waiting for the old monk!" Although the sigh was extremely dull, it seemed to be close to your ears but far away in the sky. The melodious sound made Zhang Jun sweat all over his body at this time, and his pores seemed to be frightened by cats, and his hair all over his body exploded.

"Who!" Zhang Jun suddenly turned around, and an old monk appeared in Zhang Jun's eyes with a broom. The old monk looked vicissitudes and withered, looking like he was about to be dead, at least in his eighties or nineties. A pair of thin and withered hands held the broom in his hand, sweeping the dust on the ground bit by bit. As he swept it one by one, the accumulated dust on the silent ground completely turned into nothingness, as if it had never appeared before.

After looking so carefully, Zhang Jun found that he did not let the dust disappear. Instead, he used true energy to roll up the dust from the ground and wrapped it up with true energy. When his true energy dissipated, the moment when the dust fell, it happened that he swept up the dust again. The true energy continued to roll up the dust that was about to hit the ground. This cycle was the most common iron broom skill in Shaolin. But the old monk was so light and used the most ordinary iron broom skill, so skillful, and so easy to lift the heavy weight, it also showed that his skills and martial arts are so profound.

Seeing this, Zhang Jun's coldness was deeper, without any sense, no murderous aura, no qi, no true qi or any sound. If he hadn't really seen this old monk, Zhang Jun even thought that his eyes were just his own illusion, and the other party seemed to have no existence at all, no! The other party was simply fused with the entire world and the entire void, and if it became a part of the entire Sutra Pavilion.

Although Zhang Jun has a very strong sense of sensing, it is impossible to sense nothing to every book and every place in the Sutra Pavilion. After all, the old monk in front of him has already been in harmony with the heaven and has reached the state of unity between man and nature.

"Senior, junior Zhang Jun takes the liberty to disturb senior cultivation, please forgive me!" After Zhang Jun finished speaking, he looked up at the old monk.

The nameless old monk still did not stop and swept over the monk's robe in his hand. The books that fell to the ground suddenly flew onto the bookshelf under the influence of true energy, just in a pile, showing his extremely clever control. How could Zhang Jun not recognize this unique skill? The corners of his mouth were twitched.

"Hey! The old monk is just a monk who swept the floor in Shaolin. He is not a senior. If the donor wants to read a book, I can still help me!" The old monk's eyes were extremely clear, just like the infant and young child who knew the unknown world was extremely pure. This is the manifestation of the cultivation of Zen skills to a certain level. Xuanci and Xuanji were both like this. It was this look that made Zhang Jun feel extremely deep pressure.

"Senior, I'm here, but I hope to meet you. Please point out the road to heaven for you." Zhang Jun said respectfully.

Looking at the entire plot of Tianlong, the status and martial arts of Shaolin Sweeping Monk are undoubtedly an invincible example. It is equivalent to Dugu Qiubai among the Divine Condor Heroes. Those who can compare with him may only be the peak Tianshan Tonglao and his master Xiaoyaozi. As for Li Qiushui, according to Li Qiushui himself, it can only be regarded as the innate perfection. In the hands of the senior sister of Tianshan Tonglao, who is at the peak, he can only barely protect himself.

Therefore, based on Zhang Jun's own realm and strength division, Li Qiushui should be at the peak of C level, and he is one step away from entering the B-level silver level. The unknown old monk and Li Qiushui at the peak state are at the strength of the B-level silver level. If he doesn't want to appear, no one can find out.

As for this mysterious old monk, Zhang Jun did not want to explore his identity in depth. Although his identity is indeed a mystery and his martial arts are also outrageous. In the real world, many people speculate that the identity of this unknown old monk has gone from an undercover agent in the Xiaoyao Sect in Shaolin Temple to an abandoned disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect. Some people even speculate that the Shaolin sweeping monk is the junior sister of the three elders of Xiaoyao, the one who Wuyazi secretly loves. In order to judge his identity, countless research and investigation party has continuously discovered materials to prove his point of view.

However, Zhang Jun only wants to know how the other party can reach the realm of heaven and man, that is, the strength of B-level silver. Now only this person has reached the realm of heaven and man. Zhang Jun must know the secret of entering the realm of heaven and man. Only those who reach Zhang Jun's current level can understand how difficult it is to reach the realm of heaven and man. Li Qiushui has been trapped in the innate realm for decades because of the Beiming magic skill. He has no choice but to practice Baihong's palm power, but he is still no match for Tong Lao at his peak. It can be seen that the difficulty of promotion is.

Although Zhang Jun is not practicing the Beiming Divine Art, even so, according to Li Qiushui's guess, if you want to go further, if you don't have a shocking opportunity, you will have to practice for at least decades. Of course, as a dream demon, Zhang Jun can also try to kill a B-level master directly, then get a B-level dream magic gem, and finally use this to strengthen it to become a master of the realm of the heavenly realm. However, the result of this is that he can only become the bottom of the realm of the heavenly realm. Even if he reaches the heavenly realm, he can only be more short of the ascetic master of the innate Great Perfection.

That's why I made my arrogant move to enter Shaolin this time, just to ask this nameless old monk how to advance to the heavenly beings.

"Hey! The donor is too far-fetched. Well, I see that the donor has a profound skill, the four acupoints of the Divine Court, the Corner, the Skylight, and the Qishe, are faintly surrounded by purple clouds, but they are the Yijin Sutra and the Golden Bell Cover in this temple that they are practicing? But when the Yijin Sutra and the Golden Bell Cover have reached such a profound state, the donor's face should not appear." The old monk looked at Zhang Jun, frowned, and said in confusion.

"Did the donor use the treasures of the earth to enhance his skills?" The old monk continued to say himself, and then suddenly realized, "So that's the case, no wonder, the martial arts of this temple focuses on the foundation, divided into the body, and use both. The Golden Bell Cover and the Yijin Jing are both unique skills for cultivating the body. However, the donor obviously used the treasures of heaven to enhance his skills with the treasures of heaven to enhance his skills, and there was less polishing. Although there were some remedies later, it still failed to remedy much."

"Oh! Forget it, meeting is fate, let the little monk help the donor with his arm!" After the words came, the old monk put down the broom in his hand, closed his hands and walked straight towards Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun was indeed a little surprised now. This old monk was so powerful. He just understood what he had experienced from some changes in his expression. Yes, he did use his dream power to improve his skills after reaching the innate level. He originally thought that this was very fast, but later he lacked time to temper his skills. In just a few months, Zhang Jun was not enough to completely absorb decades of powerful skills.

It seems that in the past, I used to strengthen my physical strength with the power of Dream Yuan, and it took me at least a week to control it with the exercise of national martial arts. Now I have reached the innate level. Because of the thoughts needed in the true qi, my beliefs seem to be a little insufficient and it is difficult to control the true qi in a subtle way.

Facing the sweeping monk who was walking towards him, Zhang Jun naturally burst out his true energy. The Yijin Jing was one step short of reaching the white level and the full burst of skill. A tangible and substantial aura spread to Zhang Jun three feet. Because he had already understood the strength of the nameless old monk, Zhang Jun concentrated his true energy within three feet to achieve the maximum power. The white true energy was like a layer of clouds covering Zhang Jun.

"Yijin Jing's white level? No! It has not reached the white level yet, which is just right." After the old monk finished speaking, he immediately slapped Zhang Jun's true energy without any strength. The white true energy that condensed into the essence outside Zhang Jun's body could not stop him.

In Zhang Jun's feelings, one of the old monk's hands seemed to merge with the surrounding space, reaching a state of entering into formlessness with form and tangible invisibility. At this moment, the nameless old monk's hand turned into void. His true energy could block tangible and qualitative matter, but could it block space and nothingness?

Of course the answer is no! Not only can it not be blocked, but it cannot be done even if you want to dodge. When the old monk grabbed the palm of his hand, the air suddenly turned like mercury and could not be used even if he had any movement. Zhang Jun looked at the palm in front of him slapped his golden bell cover true energy.

The true qi shield of the golden bell cover in the ninth level could not stop this person's palm. The substantial bell-shaped qi shield suddenly cracked, and the true qi overflowed. He pressed on Zhang Jun's dantian with one hand. Then a surge of true qi rushed into his limbs like a river breaking a dam. There was no time to say a word. The golden bell cover and the true qi of the Yijin Jing were completely dispersed. In the body of the spirit, it seemed that at this moment, thousands of small knives suddenly appeared, and his spiritual body was cut into pieces.

"Ah!" I wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound, and I could only feel the endless pain in my body. At this moment, Zhang Jun used the Bing Xin Jue to restrain these pains in the endless torture. Countless thoughts suddenly impacted his true qi from the external true qi. In every meridian and every acupoint, all the true qi structures were suddenly broken by the impact. Only the most pure part of them remained, and the complete flow of true qi could be maintained.

"Concentrate your mind and calm your energy and condense the skills that I have dispersed, based on the Yijin Sutra and the Golden Bell Cover to lay the foundation again." The old monk's voice suddenly appeared.

When Zhang Jun heard this, he also knew that the nameless old monk was indeed trying to help him. He immediately forced the Bing Xin Jue to stabilize his mind and concentrate all his attention on the purest internal force of the Yijin Meridian as the center, slowly converging the dispersed true energy in the surrounding meridians.

However, the nameless old monk was still constantly instilling his skills into Zhang Jun's body. The powerful skills not only brought pain that pierced hearts, but also made Zhang Jun feel a stream of pressure coming from all over his body. His true qi continued to condense, and the structural skeleton formed by the thoughts in the true qi also changed under this pressure, turning it into a stronger structure, making the true qi condensed more purely.

Under the palm of the unknown old monk, all Zhang Jun's skills were completely dispersed and recast the foundation. The originally deep foundation was once again deep. After an hour, the golden bell cover around Zhang Jun's body appeared again. However, unlike the pure gold qi that had only outlines, the faint golden qi qi shield that appeared outside Zhang Jun's body turned into a complete bell shape, and the light golden qi qi qi appears more rounded, and the color is also transparent, showing a clear and transparent color as clear as water.

The Golden Bell Cover was actually influenced by the Bing Xin Jue, which made the Golden Bell Cover's skill reach the primary level of the ninth level, but the real quality of the true qi and protection quality were higher than before, and the true qi of the Yijin Jing also became deeper. The characteristics of the Five Elements Earth that were understood outside the gate of Shaolin Temple were also shown in it, showing that the thick blue true qi brought people a mountain-like momentum.

"I can only do this. As for the road to heaven, it is only in everyone's hearts, and it is not something you can get by asking others for advice. The donor is well aware of the two unique martial arts of my Shaolin Temple and has a connection with my Buddha. I hope to take the right path and exert my Buddha's compassion, Amitabha!"

A faint Buddha's name also disappeared in Zhang Jun's ears. Zhang Jun, who had originally closed his eyes, shook for a moment, but seemed to have no movement. Zhang Jun was still meditating in the strange posture on the Yijin Jing in place.

"The true qi of the Yijin Jing retreated to the blue level, but its power was indeed twice as strong; as for the Golden Bell Cover, it was still in the ninth level, but it retreated from the peak of the Ninth level to the primary state of the Ninth level, and its protection ability was greatly enhanced. However, the most advantageous thing is that the foundation of the ice true qi he had originally practiced was completely broken. Now, with the Yijin Jing as the foundation, the martial arts foundation formed is most suitable for the cultivation of the Yijin Jing and the Golden Bell Cover. From this point of view, he gained more than lost." Zhang Jun looked inside his meridians, and the true qi flowed slowly in the meridians, which penetrated out of the body to enhance his own system. These true qi were like the arm and fingers. Even if the true qi was only one thousandth of the thickness of the hair, he could easily command it properly.

"Okay! In this way, I can at least exert the power of several times the previous one with the amount of true qi, and the utilization rate of true qi is more than doubled." Zhang Jun then felt that he had ignored the defect of easily obtaining power. Meng Yuanli is suitable for nourishing mental power, but the nourishing mental power is ultimately not his own, but it is more suitable for absorption. In other words, the best use of Meng Yuanli is as a currency equivalent to the law of the world's void and a nutrient solution to nourish his spiritual origin, and cannot be directly composed of his own spiritual structure. It is so simple to absorb.

This is also the reason why it is difficult for a god to form a tribe in a tribe of nightmare for hundreds of millions of years. No matter how powerful the dream power is, it can only be used as a tool and cannot be used as a support for becoming a god. Because no matter how much this dream power is, it is still an external thing, and once it becomes a god with this, it can only become that kind of faith in God. Even further, the ancient god is just the effort of heaven and earth. Gods who can truly reach the level of God and enlightenment will always be inseparable from it.

Zhang Jun sighed, and then realized how deeply he was affected by nightmare. It was the information obtained from the information of the Nightmare God's God that made him misjudgment the influence of the pure dream essence on himself. At the same time, from this information, Zhang Jun also completely realized that the nightmare space cast by this divine character and the pirated main god space cannot form the kind of eternal and immortal god transcendent world god space, but can only produce the kind of gods that feed on the power of the heaven and earth faith of all living beings. Unless someone can face the countless strengthening abilities, they are not moved at all, relying entirely on their own power system, and constantly learn from their strengths and weaknesses to comprehensively forge their own ladder to become a god. But who in this world can escape the temptation of reaching the sky in one step?

"Thank you for your help, I will remember it in my heart." After Zhang Jun finished his merits, there was no trace of an unknown old monk in front of him. Zhang Jun also knew that if such a master was unwilling to appear, he would not be able to find the Sutra Pavilion even if he turned it over. So he did not force it. His last sentence undoubtedly said that each person has his own methods for the path of heaven and man, and the experience of other people's methods and experiences are of no help to him at all.

Just as he was about to enter into meditation again, a kind voice suddenly appeared, "Donor Zhang! The seven-day period has arrived. I wonder if the donor has seen that senior?" Xuan Ji's voice came from outside. Zhang Jun realized that he had meditated and practiced unknowingly, it was evening before he knew it. The sun on the last day of the seven days also set. At that time, he had just wanted to borrow seven days. Now that the seven days have arrived, his goal has been achieved and he has fulfilled his wish, so he wanted to leave directly.

"Thank you for your concern. I have seen you. That senior is indeed a master who is good at me. I ask myself that I can't stop you even if I have a palm!" Zhang Jun said the truth himself, but in Xuan Ji's ears, this sentence caused a huge wave. Is there really such a master in this Sutra Pavilion? Xuan Ji glanced at the Sutra Pavilion next to him and looked at it in confusion.

Zhang Jun didn't know Xuan Ji's little thoughts. Now Zhang Jun was in a good mood. This time, there were too many things he had gained from the dream world, and he had to digest a lot. He didn't want to stay in this dream world. After all, he stayed for too long. The more attention he attracted, the more effort he had to leave. It would be better for him to complete the agreement with Li Qiushui now. After killing two people, he would leave this dream world before the Shaolin Temple war began. So when the plot of the entire world reached its peak, the attention of the world was the strongest, and the blockade formed by the dream world was also very large. The dream world would have more money to leave.
Chapter completed!