Chapter 140: .Buddha from the inside to the outside, Wu from the outside to the inside (third, ask for a monthly pass!)

In the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun rubbed his brows.
No blame for his accident with Shen Herong.
According to the memory left by the evil emperor, or the inherent impression of their brothers and sisters being righteous, Ao Kong, the "Ape Dragon King", would never get involved with raising children.
Across the blue sky, Zhang Dongyun is pretty good here.
Over there, Shen Herong rarely fell into a dull state, his eyes straightened, and he didn't know how to answer the other party's words for a while.
The purple-clothed girl held her hand anxiously.
Shen Herong came back to his senses: "Are you the daughter of the Yuanlong King?"
"Yes, my name is Ao Ying." The purple-clothed girl replied, "I was separated from my father before, and I am looking for him."
Shen Herong asked: "He is here in Xinyuan County?"
"We are lost here, I'm not sure where he is now, I can only look for it first." Ao Ying replied.
At this time, there was a loud noise above the two of them.
When I looked up, I saw Yun Mo, the owner of Qingxia Villa above, had already made real fire with Little Monk Huiming.
Yun Mo no longer had his bare hands. The Qingxia spear, which was famous in the Eastern Tang Dynasty, reached his hand. As soon as he pierced it, a blue light flashed, as if he was about to pierce the entire Xiaoshan Mountain.
His cultivation is higher than the level of Huiming, and his marksmanship is sharp, and the green light gathered at the gunner's point as if it was invincible.
Although Huiming condensed the Golden Mountain of Sumi, it was still difficult for Huiming to only defend without attacking this shot with the strength of the seventh stage.
"Donor Yun, the poor monk is offended."
After the young monk said, his palms were finally opened, and then he made a fist.
The seventh realm of Buddhism, the name is Xumi, the will of Xumi Mountain, infinite thought, there is infinite power.
It can condense and manifest Mount Xumi's defensive body, or take the initiative to attack and propagate the magic.
Huiming's thin body, at this moment, exploded with a huge power that the martial arts experts would not dare to underestimate.
With a punch, it was as if Xumi Jinshan smashed into the cloud desert.
Yun Mo's eyes were cold, and a little blue light appeared on the gun, becoming more and more cold.
He was confident that if Huiming really dared to take his shot with his fist, he would pierce Mount Xumi with this shot.
However, in addition to internal training, Master Huiming teaches the magical powers of Buddhism, as well as external training.
The subtlety of the fist style is even more above the Yunmo Qingxia Spear.
Huiming's fist was soft and graceful, just avoiding the front of the gun, and then from the side, falling down like Mount Xumi, hitting the barrel of Qingxia gun.
The gunman was shaken by Huiming.
Yun Mo missed a shot and suddenly closed it, with an unprecedented dignity, staring at the young monk in front of him.
Although other cultivation paths are very different from martial arts, most of them have their own practice methods.
It's just that martial arts is driven by physical energy and blood, while other paths of practice each pass through their own methods.
Like the Taoist view of forgetting the truth, there is a poke of the dragon's hand, helping the disciples in the view to fight close to others.
But for other cultivation paths except martial arts, external training is not the mainstream.
If only this trick is used to fight against the dragon's hand that seems to be forgotten, Yun Mo is confident that if the person who is the master of the forgotten truth is used to make it, he will also be stabbed to death by him.
But at the moment this little monk actually took over his Qingxia spear based on physical martial arts?
This monk's cultivation realm is even lower than him!
"Master is good for cultivation."
Yun Mo said slowly: "But that witch, Yun is determined to win!"
After he said that, the Qingxia spear in his hand turned into a green light and pierced the little monk Huiming.
Before Yun Mo was still guarding whether there were more enemies around, but now he put aside other distracting thoughts and went all out.
In front of him is an enemy who needs his best efforts.
Yun Mo in the eighth realm made an all-out effort, and his momentum was different from just now.
The blue light flashed in a series, and it seemed to cover the entire top of the mountain for a while.
Huiming didn't even have the time to speak this time, so he concentrated on resisting Yun Mo's attack.
The Xumi Fu Demon Fist was used to the extreme by him, as if moving a Xumi Mountain to fly back and forth.
The front of the Qingxia Spear was repeatedly missed by him, but Qingguang became more and more urgent and faster, which made Huiming's pressure continue to increase.
There is a way to stay for a long time and you will lose. If you continue for a long time, there will eventually be loopholes.
At this time, the owner of Qingxia Villa, Yun Mo, was like a patient hunter, constantly oppressing Huiming and capturing Huiming's flaws.
However, the resilience of the opposite young monk far exceeded his expectations.
Since I have to concentrate fully and focus on a little green light on the opponent's gun, then I simply don't want to think about anything.
It seemed dangerous, but Huiming's expression became more peaceful and peaceful.
His mind is full of emptiness.
Yun Mo was going all out, but he was still worried about the escape of Huan Tianlong.
At this moment, Huiming left the Magic Dragon, Chang'an City, Shen Herong, and even himself all behind. There was only a little clarity on the spirit stage, illuminating the trajectory of the opponent's gun.
Fortunately, Shen Herong did not forget him, and when he took Ao Ying to escape, let the cloud group under his feet separate a cloud of air, which was wrapped around Huiming's waist like a rope, and pulled him away.
Although Yunmo had the upper hand, Huiming was like a reef standing on the seashore. No matter how the waves beat, he would not fall.
Yun Mo intends to bypass Huiming, but Huiming's fist keeps chasing his gun.
The owner of Yun Zhuang was furious, and simply stabbed the cloud that dragged Huiming with a single shot.
But at this moment, a little thick ink suddenly dispersed in the air.
The air, like a pool of water, rippling and spreading.
The flash of the cyan light pierced into the thick ink, and the evil spirit disappeared.
Yun Mo was suddenly startled.
Besides Huiming, there is a Confucian master on the other side?
Yun Mo, who had just focused on Huiming, was taken aback, and hurriedly got up on guard.
But there were no Confucian masters in the surroundings.
Yun Mo watched and listened attentively, but still couldn't find the other party.
Could it be that the opponent's strength is too much higher than him?
Yun Mo was uncertain.
In Chang'an City, Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun laughed when he saw all this through his blue eyes.
That little ink is naturally Shen Herong's handwriting.
But she didn't take the shot now, but when she was close to Xiaoshan earlier, she secretly left ink marks in the air and laid ambush in advance.
Huiming didn't notice, and Yun Mo couldn't notice either.
But now, everyone left Qishan together, Shen Herong deliberately chose this side, Yun Mo chased him, and stepped on thunder one after another.
Under the influence of her spell, the cloud Qi rope pulled Huiming down onto the Yunluohua cover, and then flew out far away.
The other Qingxia Villa warriors who had the intention to stop were all blocked by ink.
Yun Mo didn't know what was going on, but anxiously, he speeded up to chase Shen and Rong.
Helplessly, a large ink stain suddenly appeared halfway, covering more than one acre in the air.
Yun Mo almost slammed his head into Moli.
He stopped in time, but the ink stains swept at him in turn.
Yun Mo can only use his own gun to crack the ink.
When the ink was removed, Shen Herong and others had already flown away.
"...Chasing!" Yun Mo hesitated for a while, but still led people to chase them: "Before they return to Chang'an, they must be stopped!"
Shen Herong glanced back and said, "There are not many places left in Xinyuan County, let's find it anyway."
Ao Ying was a little surprised. Yun Mo and others were chasing after him. She thought Shen Herong would propose to return to Chang'an first.
Shen Herong didn't explain much, just controlled the clouds under his feet and flew to the last few state capitals of Xinyuan County.
Although Ao Ying was uneasy, she thanked Shen Herong, and then pointed her to her father.
"What if there is none in Xinyuan County?" Shen Herong asked.
Ao Ying sighed: "In two months, it will be my birthday. If Dad remembers, he should meet at the place agreed with me."
Shen Herong nodded, without asking where the other party was.
She turned her head and glanced at Huiming again.
The other party is still frozen, in a state of unimaginable emptiness, and it will take a while to recover.
If anyone moved him easily at this time, he would immediately provoke his automatic counterattack.
The little monk didn't hear about foreign affairs, so Shen Herong didn't hesitate to talk to Ao Ying.
"The inheritance is good, there is the shadow of Zhongyue Temple, but it is a little different." She seemed to mutter to herself.
Through his blue eyes, Zhang Dongyun listened, but his eyebrows raised slightly.
In the memory of the evil emperor, there is no such name as Zhongyue Temple.
But he also felt familiar with Huiming's boxing technique.
However, it did not originate from Zhongyue Temple, but Leiyin Temple which was destroyed by the twelve Yamas in the past.
"I heard that after Leiyin Temple was destroyed, the monks who fled later built the Zhongyue, Bodhi and Lingguang three temples." Shen Herong muttered.
Ao Ying in front of her listened and shook her head: "I don't know."
Zhang Dongyun on the other side of the blue sky was thoughtful.
It's no wonder that Little Monk Huiming's boxing skills are so clever.
Generally speaking, in addition to martial arts practitioners, Buddhism is the best at practicing outside the discipline. This is related to their practice.
From the inside out, the spiritual power blesses the physical body. The stronger the soul, the stronger the physical body, even in comparison with strength and strength, which is better than martial arts masters in the same realm.
On the contrary, the martial art is from the outside to the inside. Strong physical qi and blood will strengthen the spirit and will. The stronger the physical body, the stronger the spirit will be. The evil will not invade, and it will not be afraid of other practitioners' attacks against the spirit.
From another point of view, the two breaking powers are also facing each other.
The martial artist is injured, weak in qi and weak, and the spirit becomes weak.
If a Buddhist master has a mental breakdown, the undamaged body of the King Kong will also quickly disintegrate.
In terms of physical body, Buddhist practitioners can barely compete with martial arts practitioners, but when it comes to moves and strains and so on, it is always better than martial arts masters.
Huiming's ability to use the Buddhist cultivation of the seventh realm to resist the clouds of the eighth realm is not only because he has stepped into a state of clarity of mind, but also the qualities he has learned. It is also in the Qingxia Villa where he was born in Yunde. on.
In the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun smiled slightly.
Huiming's appearance made Shen Herong expose something.
Of course, she could also take the initiative to confess.
Monk Huiming withdrew from the empty state of Lingtai, wondering why Shen Herong and Ao Ying did not return to Chang'an.
"Sister Ao Ying is separated from her father. She is looking for her father in Xinyuan County." Shen Herong explained.
When Huiming heard the words, he said nothing.
He pays more attention to Yun Mo and others who are chasing them behind him.
And from time to time in mid-air, the thick ink that blocks Yun Mo and others.
"A Confucian master can help us?" Huiming asked.
Shen Herong didn't change his face: "It may be Mr. He in the city, you have seen the bald brother."
Thinking of the scholar in white, Huiming suddenly got cold in his vest.
The three quickly visited the remaining state capitals of Xinyuan County.
However, the "Ape Dragon King" Ao Kong has not been found.
"Let's go back to Chang'an first and look for it later." Shen Herong comforted Ao Ying.
They set off on their way home, but Yun Mo and others still refused to give up.
It's not just the people in Qingxia Villa following them.
In the distance in the air, another figure appeared: "Did it fall into the hands of Chang'an?"
Among the three consecrations of the Dark Pavilion of the Eastern Tang Dynasty, Mu Hongyuan, the only remaining martial arts master, fell into deep thought.