Flower Stealing Master - Chapter 183

[Chapter 183 Esoteric Practice (Part 1)]

“Brother Song, why is your face so ugly?” Zhong Ling asked with concern when he saw his gloomy expression.

“It’s nothing, I just thought of some unhappy things.” Song Qingshu grinned.

“The Huibu wants to join forces with the Ming Sect, so it seems that the teacher should be notified as soon as possible…Master.” Qu Feiyan was stunned after saying that, she has always admired her master, but she did not expect that the other man would actually give her to another man, although this man It seemed that he didn’t know it yet, so he subconsciously looked at Song Qingshu, and Qu Feiyan blushed a little while he was sad: When we get along with each other on weekdays, it seems that he is not an elm head, so why is this matter so latent…

“They won’t be able to unite for a while. The most urgent task is to go to the Tantric Sect first. If I can restore my skills and combine my swords with your sect master, then Zhang Wuji will not be a problem at all.” Song Qingshu said in a deep voice.

Hearing him say this, Qu Feiyan felt extremely depressed: “Sir, I said before to get to Ningma Temple as soon as possible, but you want to visit Mount Emei.

” Meaning…” Song Qingshu sighed and dragged them down the mountain without waiting for the two women to ask questions.

“Brother Song, that woman has disappeared, why are you still taking advantage of us?”

“Young Master, your hand… Please don’t put your hand on my waist.”

…

Leaving Mount Emei, the three came to the nearby Ya’an City, After full preparation, we will go west over Erlang Mountain, cross the Dadu River, Yalong River, Jinsha River in turn, enter Tibet in Batang City, and then take a rest day at Mangkang City on the way, cross the Lancang River, and climb into the sky. He came to Zuogong City near the Nujiang River. With the help of local residents, he climbed over the Tanggula Mountains, and passed through Basu, Bomi, Nyingchi, Mozhugongka, and Dazi on the way, and finally arrived at Ningma Temple.

“Hey hoo! The danger is so high! The difficulty of the Shu Road is difficult to climb to the sky… Niang Xipi, Li Taibai, he must have never been to Tibet.” Looking back at this moment, I still have lingering fears.

Zhong Ling’s small face was also a little pale. He regretted that he should not have followed him several times on the road. No matter how terrible the blue phoenix was, it was nothing compared to the power of nature.

Qu Feiyan felt the same way, and finally understood why Master sent her to escort Song Qingshu over. With his body that had lost all martial arts, he would definitely die on the way, and he would definitely not be able to survive now, “Master, Li Taibai probably came here before. Tibet. According to legend in the martial arts, Li Bai claimed to be the three immortals, the wine immortal was the first, the poetry immortal was the second, and the sword immortal was the third. Interested, it is said that he once went deep into Kunlun and fought a battle with Jiutian Xuannv in Kunlun Wonderland.

As for whether it is true or not, it is unknown.”

“Jiutian Xuannv?” Do you believe it?”

Qu Feiyan didn’t smile, but said with a dignified expression: “I didn’t believe it at first, but a few years ago, Master Heimiya asked me to sort out the notes of the martial arts predecessors. By chance, I found a few The records of the martial arts seniors are all vowed to have seen this Jiutian Xuannv. The ages of their existence are hundreds of years apart, and it is impossible to communicate with each other, but their descriptions of Jiutian Xuannv are similar.”

“Is there such a strange thing?” Song Qingshu asked.

Zi Lai became interested. Since crossing into this world, he has always been atheist with a little more awe of ghosts and gods. He quickly asked, “Then what is the Nine Heavens Xuannv recorded by them?”

“Holding a green bamboo stick, In a green dress, her expression is innocent and romantic like a girl, but martial arts is terrifying like ghosts and gods. You must know that those martial arts seniors are all the best masters in the world. They can make everyone’s heart ashes and give birth to a sense of despair. Who is it?” Qu Feiyan can still feel the shock of seeing these notes that day.

“The story of Jiutian Xuannv is too illusory. The poor monk went deep into Kunlun several times in the early years, and he didn’t see any Jiutian Xuannv.” A Buddha’s name came, and Jiu Mozhi came over with a smile on his face.

“Have you been away for a long time, how is the national teacher?” Song Qingshu inevitably felt a little cordial when he met his old friend in a foreign land.

“Last time I received a word from Young Master Song, the little monk was like a dick. After he came back, he devoted himself to the study of Buddhism, and finally eliminated the demons in his body.” Jiuma’s wisdom and light were restrained, and his skills were obviously improved. Looking at Song Qingshu’s face, he couldn’t help but worry. “The little monk heard from a distance that the young master’s breathing was not smooth, and thought he was worrying too much. Now, looking at the injury on the son’s body, I don’t know why you have fallen into the situation you are now?”

“It’s a long story .

,” Song Qingshu said with a wry smile, “In short, I was greedy and practiced two kinds of martial arts, one yin and one yang at the same time, but I was invaded by the infuriating energy of a master who reached the limit of yang, breaking the balance of yin and yang in the body, resulting in internal energy. If you lose everything, there is a risk of exploding your body at any time.”

“How can a master actually hurt the son like this?” Jiu Mozhi knows Song Qingshu’s martial arts very well. His are already numbered.

“Ming Jiaojiao advocates Wuji.” Song Qingshu’s expression gradually turned cold when he mentioned the name.

“It turned out to be him,” Kumozhi reassured him, and then asked, “Young master is seriously injured, but he came to Tibet from a long distance, I don’t know why?

” Apart from the Shaolin Temple’s Sutra for Washing Marrows, only a special practice of Tantric can save the life of the poor.” Song Qingshu still knew nothing about the practice at this time, and could not help but feel apprehensive.

“The Shaolin Temple Sutra is naturally an excellent way to reconcile yin and yang, but no one has really seen the Sutra for thousands of years. Whether it exists or not is still a number of five or five.” , “As for the esoteric practice… Did the sect master of the East explain the name of the practice? The little monk is stupid, and he can’t think of any other esoteric practice that can solve the problems in the son’s body.

” I will naturally know when I get here.” Song Qingshu spread his hands helplessly.

“Huh?” Jiu Mozhi filtered the martial arts books of various sects of Tantric Buddhism again in his mind. He was an unparalleled genius of Tantric Buddhism. He was familiar with the martial arts of the Central Plains. In his mind, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

“Is the national teacher thinking of it?” Seeing his expression, Song Qingshu asked with great joy.

“The little monk probably knows what the exercises that the sect leader of the East is talking about, but it’s not convenient for the little monk to say, everything will wait for the son to come to Ningma Temple and then see the opportunity.” Kumozhi smiled.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” Song Qingshu suddenly became depressed, “Dongfang is like this, so is the national teacher.”

Jiu Mozhi smiled without saying a word, and looked at the two girls beside Song Qingshu with a smile on his face The meaning is even stronger: “Since the last time we parted, although the young master’s martial arts are not as good as before, the peach blossom luck seems to have improved to a higher level, and the monk admires and admires it.”

Song Qingshu teased: “The national teacher, you are a monk, so you are so fond of the peach blossom luck. , Buddha will blame it.”

Kumozhi smiled slightly: “This is the way of your Central Plains Zen Buddhism, I practice the Tantra “Great Nikki” and “Vajra Top Sutra”, and have no related concerns.

” The National Teacher’s Buddhist teachings are profound, and I really shouldn’t be playing an axe. Ningma Temple and his party also want the National Teacher to introduce me.” Song Qingshu knew that he was a half-assed person, but he didn’t have the heart to sit down and talk with Kumozhi, and wisely stopped the topic.

“The three, please come with me.” Kumozhi led the three to the temple gate.

Different from the Central Plains temple, the layout of the Tantric temple is slightly cramped, but the appearance is more splendid. When they came to the temple gate, Zhong Ling and Qu Feiyan both stopped their steps.

“Why didn’t the two of you stop?” Kumozhi stopped and glanced at the two of them suspiciously.

“Don’t temples generally refuse female guests?” Zhong Ling thought of so many Buddhist temples in Dali, and every time he wanted to run to play, he was stopped by those stinky monks…

Qu Feiyan nodded, she walks all year round in Jianghu, naturally knows Shaolin Temple and other places do not allow female guests to enter.

Jiu Mozhi understood, and suddenly laughed dumbly: “Our Tantric sect doesn’t have those stinky rules. The two female benefactors should come in together. After a while, Song Gongzi’s injury may still need your help.”

“Can we help too?” Zhong Ling has self-awareness, knowing that her martial arts are not popular in the arena, and she would not believe it if she could help Song Qingshu’s internal injuries.

Qu Feiyan also had the same idea. She absolutely couldn’t do anything with her master’s high level of martial arts. How could she be able to help?

“Of course!” Jiu Mozhi didn’t want to say more, he took the three to a quiet room, and said, “Young Master Song, please wait for a while, the monk will tell the elders about your situation.”

“Excuse me.

The national teacher. UU reading www.sonicmtl.com “Song Qingshu returned a salute, feeling uneasy in his heart, his heart was too big and he had loaded up too many things, but if he lost his martial arts, all this would be in vain, and naturally he was a little worried about gains and losses.

The three of Song Qingshu waited boredly for about three sticks of incense, and Jiu Mozhi walked in with a strange expression, and when he opened his mouth, he startled him: “Master Song, Master Lianhua wants to see you.”

“Master Lianhua? Song Qingshu immediately became uneasy, “Isn’t it the lotus master of your Ningma Temple who has been in retreat for dozens or hundreds of years, and I don’t know which generation of masters you are?”

“Not bad!” Kumo sighed. He breathed a sigh of relief, “Young master is really lucky, you can get an interview with a sergeant as soon as you arrive, and the little monk has only seen his old man once or twice in the past few decades.”

“Is it possible that I also have the luck of the protagonist?”

Song Qingshu’s expression is strange The ground followed Jiu Mozhi around the temple left and right, and came to a secluded courtyard. Jiu Mozhi made a gesture of invitation: “Master Song, the master is inside, and the monk will not go in.”

“There is Lao Guo .

Teacher.” Song Qingshu walked over slowly after returning the salute.

[End of this Chapter]