Vol 3 Chapter 1941: Buddhism

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Tomb Island?
The tomb is in the center of the sea. There are several mysterious islands. The island is full of graves, hence the name.
The tomb on the island is mysterious, no one knows, who is the tomb, and what grave left in the age.
That sea area is the forbidden place of the entire grave.
Entering it, nine died.
There are few people who come out of life.
Even on the grave island, there are many outside treasures, and few people will go to the top.
Knowing that it is dead, whoever will not even have a life, will rush to kill.
If Xiao Chen thinks thoughtfully, Luo Nanfeier and others will never kill the sea of ​​the grave island for no reason.
There must be a demon when things go wrong.
You have to find out what is the reason, if you let him know, there are other hidden things inside.
No matter who it is, it will never let go.
Xiao Chen said: "Ding Ding, help me check, the ins and outs of this matter, I have to know why they go to the grave."
"Reassured, wrapped in me, within three days, will give you the answer."
Ding Yuan's face is heavy, and it is rare for Xiao Chen to ask for him, and he can do what he can.
Better with Xiao Chen, obviously in the future, there will be more benefits.
This kind of thing, as a businessman, he still looks very thorough.
In a courtyard rented in the pirate hall, Xiao Chen stayed for a while and waited for news.
While waiting, Xiao Chen was not idle.
Take out the master of mysteriousness and hand it to him.
Start up.
Any knife has a starting style, there is no starting style, there is an incomplete knife method, and the incompleteness is very large.
Even if Xiao Chen has created a knife-free method, there is also a starting-up existence.
It's just because he made his own, the starting hand, has been in the heart, no need to learn, because it is his own.
But if it is someone else's knife, then the starting style must be mastered.
In particular, this kind of practice is directly understood from the ancestor-level exercises.
From a certain point of view, this is only a trick of the starting style, which is more than the three strokes that Xiao Chen has mastered.
Xiao Chen watched it carefully, above the picture.
A monk, holding a knife, makes a start-up look.
Holding the knife in the right, pointing to the sky, the left hand is a very special Buddha handprint.
In the following main event, the handprint is explained as seven kills.
It represents the seven kinds of killings in the world. This handprint is not original to Buddhism, but it is absorbed from paganism.
In Buddhism, it is now a ban, and ordinary people can cultivate.
There are also seven kinds of killings?
If Xiao Chen’s heart is thoughtful, this is unheard of and unseen.
Looking at the notes on the scrolls carefully, I realized that there are seven different situations in my heart.
There is an instinct to kill, just like stepping on an ant, don't care.
There is a gentle water-like killing, as calm as a stream, when the murder is calm, with a touch of joy.
There are earth-shattering killings, fighting for strong enemies, and forgetting to die.
There is hate to the ultimate killing, anger and heart attack, a anger.
There is an unbearable killing, not wanting to kill, but can't bear it.
......
Savouring, Xiao Chen found his own killing, but really can not do without these seven kinds, always find the corresponding.
After the seven seals are condensed, the hand-held knives will be lifted seven times, and they will be free to control and freely.
Seeing this sentence, Xiao Chen is not stunned by the creeps. It is no wonder that this seal is considered a ban.
If the average person cultivates, do not go to the fire, and break into the magic road to blame.
Only the virtues of Gao De, with their own great compassion, can resolve the aftermath of this seal.
Keep watching.
Xiao Chen discovered that the key to this hand-made style is not the seven kills.
It is the understanding of the entire Moyer Broken Knife. This method is vast and profound.
Everyone can get different opinions from them, and even each stroke can be dismantled. According to his own character, the creation of the knife method is equally powerful and terrible.
One stroke and one style can be dismantled into a deep knife.
Interesting, it seems that the real far is from the hell, to understand the Shura purgatory knife.
This person is proficient in Dharma, and he is indeed better than himself.
If Xiao Chen does not see this hand-style, he will certainly not think of it. It can be dismantled and cultivated.
Closed the picture, Xiao Chen fell into meditation.
I learned two tricks, Moyer's knives and knives, and one stroke broke the red dust.
I thought that the true meaning of the repair, the integration, and the discovery of the starting style found that the original is just the beginning.
Buddhism, one flower and one world, one leaf and one bodhi.
When you break the red dust, you can make a self-contained faction, open branches and leaves, from simple to complex. The true meaning of breaking the red dust will continue to evolve, and the knife in the hand will be more comprehensive interpretation.
So what is the end?
Suddenly, Xiao Chen suddenly realized something and thought about the cultivation of his own knife.
However, it is repeating the two processes, from simple to complex, and then from simple to simple, repeated and repeated. Every repetition, the second repetition, will be even more difficult.
Just like he was in the Kunlun world, he learned the simplest basic knife method at the beginning, and then began to learn all kinds of complicated and deep knife methods.
This is from the simple to the complex, and then to the end, to realize the lack of a knife, half-life to learn, in the seven strokes without a knife.
This is because of the complexity.
After waiting for the world, the eyes of the world have widened, and on the basis of the lack of a knife, there is a simple and complicated.
In the morning of Xiao Chen’s mind, I couldn’t help but suddenly understand that the understanding of the knife was a realm.
Invisible, his power of the knife road, go further.
Watching the Moyer's knives and kicking the knife, let him give one another and benefit a lot.
Close your eyes and deepen this sentiment.
Two days later, Xiao Chen opened his eyes and began to cultivate seven kills with his heart.
Although he is not a Buddhist monk, he can experience his past events, and his temperament is not worse than the Buddha’s high.
Moreover, he is not a Buddhist man, jumping out of the Buddhist commandments.
If you cultivate, you will have less scruples, but it will be harder to produce a demons.
Xiao Chen, who is amazingly savvy, has a clear explanation for this practice, and the seven prints of the scroll reference are quite smooth.
It took only three days to get a little bit of understanding.
With the left hand handprint, constantly changing, the heart moves with it. The key to the success of the seven killings is the variety of killings in the heart, which must change according to the changes in the fingerprints.
There should be no dents, otherwise it will fail.
Gradually, Xiao Chen felt that his killings were like water, and he was inexplicably connected with his left hand.
With the change, and kneading into a variety of shapes, into a rather wonderful state.
The dexterous hands changed all kinds of fingerprints, and the mood was killing, and then moved.
At the end of the day, Xiao Chen found that his own killings were not intentional, but he had his own left hand in control.
The heart, on the other hand, becomes a bystander and enters a certain ethereal state.
It’s like a lotus flower doesn’t have water, just like the sun and the moon.
The so-called killing is simply killing, has nothing to do with my heart, and has nothing to do with Xiao Chen.
Directly killing the intention, and stripping it out from the heart.
A little bit, but I don't know when, the seven killings have quietly condensed successfully. Throughout the practice room, it was shrouded in a huge and heavy killing, and Xiao Chen did not feel anything.
Scattered!
The left hand moved slightly, infinitely killing, disappeared.
Rubbing!
Like a bright moon falling into the water, sputtering a crisp splash of water, Xiao Chen's heart also fell with the moon.
It’s over, that kind of ethereal state.
Xiao Chen, who woke up, his eyes were bright and thorough, and his heart was washed like it.
The eyes are exceptionally clear and bright, free of dirt and dust, just like a gem.
Exuded from the body, a light and elegant taste, combined with the delicate and temperament of the cultivation of the ice feather god, is even more remarkable.
The Buddhist practice is really wonderful.
Xiao Chen heart sighs, although these seven kills seem to be overbearing, unlike the Buddhist practice.
But it is internal, but it is real, it is the practice of Buddhism.
"Xiao Gongzi, found it."
At this time, the sound of Ding Yuanding’s general manager sounded outside the house.
Xiao Chen woke up, has it been seven days?
I really didn't feel it.