Qian Yiqun's body was cool when he heard this, and he felt quite enlightened. It turned out that his talent was so good that he had been covered in dust for so long!

But after thinking again, do you have to recite the mantra aloud in the future to increase your attack power? Isn’t your moves exposed to others’ eyes?

——Khan, I only know one spell when I go back and forth, and I worry that this is really unnecessary. However, I always feel a little embarrassed when I shout out moves like a silly Saint Seiya.

Qian Yiqun's heart was entangled like a ball of twine.

"Generally speaking, mantras cannot be shouted loudly." Monk Liu tilted his body and raised one leg, just like a lazy man waiting for someone to start work. He said: "There are some specialties in reciting mantras. It hurts the energy and silently recites silently. But for you, just shout it loudly, because you are strong wood with five elements, and you are angry, and shouting it can be used to vent it, which is beneficial to the body."

Qian Yiqun couldn't help but put his legs together and sat up straight. He couldn't change his habit of being careless, but he also knew that he should respect his teachers.

Monk Liu didn't care and continued, "There is your curse, which is the "Little Thunder Curse"?"

"Uncle, do you know each other?" Qian Yiqun was a little surprised.

"I have seen it before reading ancient books." Monk Liu said, "In the past, many people used it. Later, the Shenxiao Sect deleted the spell and changed it to a name called "Palm Thunder". Now it has been widely watched by Xuan cultivators from all over the country." After that, Monk Liu slowly verbally dictated the spell of the Shenxiao Sect's palm thunder so that Qian Yiqun could remember it.

When Qian Yiqun saw that the 61-character mantra was simplified into just sixteen characters, he felt in his heart that the times were progressing after all. He wanted to worship the fox as his teacher, but now it seems that he was lucky enough to not be able to worship him. Otherwise, he had learned a lot of knowledge that had been behind hundreds of years and how to compete with others.

"In fact, all techniques have the word "Ka"." Monk Liu was very happy to see Qian Yiqun having a good memory, "The trick of the mantra lies in one word: 'Like God'!"

Qian Yiqun thought that the word "is quite long", but his face was very respectful, and bowed and asked, "Master, what should I do if I understand this like a god?"

Monk Liu touched his head and said, "Look at the Xuanmen, there is a homosexuality in almost all the powerful spells, which are borrowing divine objects. To put it bluntly, it is to pull the tiger skin to make a big banner. The ones borrowed are Beidou Star Lord, Santai Star Official, Jade Emperor, Thunder God Heavenly Venerable... and so on. If you want the power of the spell to be maximized, you must regard yourself as a god!"

Qian Yiqun silently passed the eight magical mantras that he had to recite in the morning and evening classes, and agreed with them. He just thought of the fox's explanation of the mantra, and it seemed a little confused.

He himself had a very good understanding. He turned his eyes and thought it through and said to himself: Yes, the ancients had not yet formed a god in the philosophical sense, so for them, words that could communicate nature are mantras. Nowadays, people are thousands of miles apart from the ancient natural world and cannot be confident, so they have to worship God to preserve God, and mantras become gods. Could the gods mentioned by the master be their own mind?

Seeing Qian Yiqun frowning slightly, Monk Liu thought he didn't understand, so he further explained: "What I mean is that you must truly understand what the mantra you are reciting and believe deeply that this mantra can be effective! People often say that faith is effective, which is what it means. Do you understand?"

"Master, I'm thinking of another question." Qian Yiqun asked for advice seriously, "What is a god?"

Monk Liu's eyes flashed and looked at his daughter. When he saw his daughter, he looked quite curious. He scratched his scalp heavily and said, "What do you want me to say this? Alas, I can't say it, I can't say it!"

——So this is the key to the problem!

"Master Xie's advice." Qian Yiqun knelt on the cushion and kowtowed with one head.

After receiving this gift, Monk Liu said helplessly: "I say it's a harm to you now. Only when you understand it yourself in the future can you confirm it."

"Master's thrust me like this, I seem to have a hint of inspiration, but I can't catch it." Qian Yiqun said.

Monk Liu was secretly shocked: This kid doesn’t know what origins, and just a few words led him to the threshold. If he continued to talk about it, it would be really bad to destroy his Taoist foundation. It’s a blessing that the old Taoist priest was able to accept him, so he was so kind!

"Master." Qian Yiqun didn't know that Monk Liu was confused. Today, he finally met someone who was willing to give him advice and asked him happily. He said, "When I was fighting with the evil Huang Yuanba just now, he said that I had not yet condensed my soul. What is this?"

Monk Liu pointed to the roof, his eyelids rolled up and he didn't dare to speak anymore.

Qian Yiqun then looked at the roof and saw that spider webs were everywhere, and there was no mystery. He suddenly realized that this was the "topic as above". He had to frown and smile, touch his nose, and then said, "Master, why did that Taoist walk around in circles when using mysterious techniques?"

Monk Liu finally breathed a sigh of relief: "That is the Gang Dou method, which is what ordinary people call the Gang Bu Dou. This is a magic method that has only emerged in the Song and Yuan dynasties and even this dynasty. Some say it is a magic method, and some say it is a formation. I think it is more like a formation."

"What's the principle?" Qian Yiqun asked with a gaze.

"There are many types of Gang Fighting. After all, it is because the spiritual aggregate in the body is not good, or the opportunity of heaven and earth is difficult to grasp, so this method is used to make up for the shortcomings." Monk Liu seemed not to want to talk more about it, and said to change the topic, "When it comes to this, I think you are less stubborn when fighting."

"Please tell the master." Qian Yiqun's face turned red. He was very brave and fierce, but his practical experience was indeed too weak.

"You either hold a sword or cast a spell, but don't know how to merge them and execute them alternately." When the monk Liu said that he was fighting, he suddenly felt energetic, "You always like to send flying swords to the extreme, but don't know the reason why you will be old if you try your best?"

"I want to defend the enemy outside the country..." Qian Yiqun smiled embarrassedly.

Monk Liu laughed and said, "The sword control technique has extremely high requirements for physical skills. They are all famous masters who have reached the extreme sword technique and will only use it in order to take a step forward. You don't even know how to sword technique, and the sword is just a hammer in the air. Next time you fight with someone, the sword cannot be three feet away from your body. Only when the person breathes with the sword can he maintain power."

Qian Yiqun nodded repeatedly, but thought to himself: How should I find someone to practice? Senior brother? It seems a bit dangerous... His stupid attack was not light or heavy. Thinking of A Niu stabbing Tang with a stick, Qian Yiqun felt pain for no reason.

"Besides, you have a deep spiritual essence and can use magic spells continuously. This is because of your talent. If you shouldn't give up the best, you will be inferior." Mr. Liu said, "Practice your fingers more often, and be extremely skillful. All joints must be connected without any hindrance. Once your mind comes, the handprints will be formed. This is the only way."

Qian Yiqun nodded repeatedly.

Monk Liu was so thirsty that he reached out to the coffee table and grabbed it. It turned out that Liu Dingding was also fascinated by listening and forgot to make tea.

"Dad, I want to learn too." Liu Dingding was glared by his father, and quickly brought the tea cup, poured water, and picked up the tea leaves. She kept talking in her hands and mouth, and only stared at the tea cup, for fear of being scolded by her father.

Monk Liu grinned and knocked his head, saying dissatisfied: "Every girl's family, why are you learning these things?"

Qian Yiqun was surprised.

Monk Liu is not a person of etiquette and Dharma, and he may not even take Buddhism to heart. He can give advice to an outsider, why is he unwilling to teach his daughter? As for excuses such as not suitable for girls’ homes, it is impossible to listen to them. Is it suitable for girls to live in a temple?

"Don't bother me and go back to find your mother." Monk Liu picked up the teacup, took a sip, and was deeply intoxicated by the fragrance of tea.

Qian Yiqun also picked up the teacup and took a sip. His eyes lit up. The fragrance of tea is refreshing, and no matter how much worries you have, they will melt in this fragrance. Looking at the teacup again, the thin body and fine glaze seem to become crushed with a little force. The emerald green tea buds stand in the water like needles.

"Master, it's almost winter now. Where did you find this good tea?" Qian Yiqun asked in confusion.

"It's just preserved." Monk Liu laughed.

Qian Yiqun asked how to save it, but Monk Liu refused to say much. Seeing that Monk Liu also wanted to serve tea and see the guests, but no one shouted for him. Qian Yiqun said consciously: "Master, I still have something to worry about, so I will go back first."

"No hurry, such a good tea, drink two brews of tea before leaving." Monk Liu held Qian Yiqun and was very sincere.

Qian Yiqun had no choice but to sit down and taste the tea slowly. He thought of Qian Wei's injuries and wanted to go back alone to appreciate what he had today. Naturally, the tea became hotter and hotter the more he drank it.

"Master, I heard you have a senior brother?" Qian Yiqun simply put down the teacup and started gossiping.

"That's right." Monk Liu also put down the teacup and smiled, "He went to the county to see his wife and children."

"Why didn't he bring his wife and children to live in the mountain?" Qian Yiqun looked at the Ningbang Temple. It was not small, and the houses were well-renovated. Compared with the Maopuwu, it was simply magnificent.

"Hi," said Mr. Liu, "He is a monk and needs to care about his reputation."

"Hey, the master is also a monk, why..."

"Hehe, I am a monk, why do you care about reputation?" Monk Liu looked at Qian Yiqun with a smile.

Qian Yiqun laughed twice, and his muscles gradually solidified. He thought to himself: This is quite a sharp point, as if he was hitting me! But I just couldn't understand where the hit was. It was so tickled that I felt itchy.

Seeing Qian Yiqun's face solemn and stagnant, Monk Liu laughed and stood up, said "self-indulgent", and moved to the backyard, not knowing what he was doing.

Qian Yiqun drank tea, thanked Liu Dingding, went straight out of the temple gate, went up the horse and went down the mountain, and thought about what Monk Liu said over and over again. Fortunately, this old horse, although he was not running fast, was very docile. Even though Qian Yiqun did not control the bridle, he still obediently walked back to the hut dock.

A Niu had already dealt with the body and threw it into the forest in the back mountain. Crows and rats were eaten clean. Seeing Qian Yiqun lost, he stepped forward and said, "Junior brother, where have you been?"

Qian Yiqun walked with his head down and replied casually: "Your Taishan is welcome to have tea."

A Niu scratched his head and thought to himself: Is Mount Tai not from the emperor? Besides, how could the mountain invite people to have tea? Besides, if someone else wants to invite tea here, it is also Qionglong Mountain.

He grew up on the mountain since he was a child, and the people he came into contact with were Taoist priests. He was unwilling to talk to him because he was stupid, so he did not know what "Shan Tai" meant.

Qian Yiqun stepped into the room and heard Qian Wei staying like a nightmare and shouted: "Young Master!"
Chapter completed!