Flower Stealing Master Chapter 183: tantric exercises (part 1)

"Big Brother Song, why is your face so ugly?" Seeing his gloomy expression on the side, Zhong Ling asked with concern.

"It's nothing, just thinking of something unhappy." Song Qingshu grinned.

"I want to unite with Mingjiao. It seems that I have to notify the teacher as soon as possible...Master." Qu Feiyan was taken aback for a while, she had always admired her master, but she did not expect that the other party would give her to another man. Although the man didn't seem to know it, he subconsciously glanced at Song Qingshu's face, Qu Feiyan was sad and blushed: He is not an elm-headed man when he gets along with each other on weekdays, why is he so obscure about this matter? Feel...

"They won't be able to unite for a while. The top priority is to go to Tantric Buddhism first. If I can regain my skills and combine with your leader, Zhang Wuji will not matter what Zhang Wuji is." Song Qingshu said in a deep voice.

Listening to him, Qu Feiyan felt very depressed: "My son, I said before to get to Ningma Temple as soon as possible, but you just want to visit Mount Emei."

"On the way, Mount Emei has a special meaning to me..." Song Qingshu sighed, and before the two girls asked questions, he pulled them down the mountain.

"Brother Song, that woman has disappeared, why are you still taking advantage of us."

"My son, your hand...please don't put it on my waist."

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Leaving Emei Mountain, the three came to nearby Ya'an City. After adequate preparation, they crossed Erlang Mountain to the west, and crossed the Dadu River, Yalong River, and Jinsha River in turn. They entered Tibet at Batang City, and then on the road. After a day of rest in Cannes, he crossed the Lancang River, over the towering Ta Nian Ta Weng Mountain Range, and came to Zuogong City near the Nu River. With the help of local residents, he crossed the Tanggula Mountain Range and passed Basu, Bomi, Linzhi, Mozhugongka, and Dazi finally arrived at Ningma Temple.

"Hey, hey! The danger is high! The difficulty of the Shu Road is difficult to go to the blue sky... Niang Xipi, Li Taibai, he must have never been to Tibet." Da Jiang, Song Qingshu still had lingering fears in retrospect.

Zhong Ling's small face was also a little pale, and he regretted that he shouldn't have followed him several times on the road. No matter how terrible the Blue Phoenix is, it is nothing compared to the power of nature.

Qu Feiyan felt the same way, and finally understood why the master sent her to **** Song Qingshu over. With his lost martial arts body, he must have died on the road, and he must not be able to survive now, "My son, I'm afraid Li Taibai I have been to Tibet. According to legend in martial arts, Li Bai called himself the Three Immortals, Jiu Xian ranked first, Shixian ranked second, and Jianxian ranked third. Of course, for those of us in the martial arts, Jiuxian Shixian did not matter, but the sword fairy. It can arouse people's interest. It is said that he once went to Kunlun and fought a battle with Nine Heavens Profound Girl in Kunlun Wonderland. As for whether it is true or not, it is not known."

"Nine Heavens Profound Girl?" Song Qingshu was taken aback, and laughed blankly, "Do you believe this thing too?"

Qu Feiyan did not laugh, but rather solemnly said: "At first I didn't believe it, but a few years ago, Master Heimiya asked me to organize the notes of the martial arts predecessors. By chance, I found several martial arts. The records of the predecessors all vowed to have seen this nine-day mysterious girl. They lived in hundreds of years, and it was impossible to ventilate each other, but their descriptions of the nine-day mysterious girl were quite the same."

"Is there such a miracle?" Song Qingshu suddenly became interested. Since crossing this world, he has always been atheistic, and he has a little awe of ghosts and gods, and quickly asked, "Then they recorded the nine heavens. What is a woman like?"

"He holds a green bamboo stick in his hand and a seat of green clothes. The look is innocent and romantic like a girl, but martial arts is terrifying like a ghost. You must know that the martial arts seniors are all the best masters in the world, which can make everyone feel ashamed. Give birth to a sense of despair, who else can be except gods?" Qu Feiyan could still feel the shock of seeing these notes that day.

"The story of the Nine Heavens Profound Girl is too vain. The poor monk went to Kunlun several times in his early years and did not see any Nine Heaven Profound Girl." A Buddha's name came, and Kumozhi came over with a smile.

"For more than a few days, how good is the national teacher?" Song Qingshu will inevitably feel a little cordial when he meets his old friend in a foreign country.

"Last time I received Song Gongzi's words, the little monk was like a divine enlightenment. After he returned, he devoted himself to studying the Dharma, and finally healed the devil in his body." Kumo's wisdom is restrained, his skill is obviously improved, and he looks at Song Qingshu's face. Can't help but worry: "The little monk heard from a distance that the son's breathing was quite uncomfortable, and thought he was worried. Now, the injury on the son's body is not trivial. I don't know why your son has fallen to the present situation?"

"This is a long story," Song Qingshu said with a wry smile, "In short, I was greedy for a while and practiced two types of martial arts, one yin and one yang at the same time, but I was invaded by a superb master's infuriating zhenqi. In the body, the balance of yin and yang in the body is broken, resulting in the loss of internal strength, and there is also the risk of body explosion and death at any time."

"What kind of master can actually hurt the son like this?" Kumazhi is very clear about Song Qingshu's martial arts. Although there are still shortcomings in the fire, there are only a handful of people who can beat him.

"Mingjiao teaches Wuji." Speaking of this name, Song Qingshu's expression gradually turned cold.

"It turned out to be him," Kumachi relieved him a few words, and then asked, "The son is seriously injured, but he came to Tubo not far away. I don't know why?"

"The Eastern Master also checked Lai Xia's injuries. She said that in addition to the Shaolin Temple's Marrow Washing Sutra, only a special practice of Tantric Buddhism can save Xia Xia's life." Song Qingshu still had nothing to do with that practice at this time. Knowing, can't help but feel apprehensive.

"The Shaolin Washing Marrow Sutra is naturally an excellent way to reconcile Yin and Yang. It's just that no one has really seen the "Marrow Washing Sutra" for thousands of years. Whether it exists or not is still the number of five to five," Kumozhi lowered his head and pondered. For a moment, he said, "As for the tantric exercise...The Eastern leader once stated that it was the name of that exercise. The little monk was dull, and he couldn't think of any other exercises in tantra that could solve the problems in the son's body."

"The Eastern Leader has never told me, just that I will know when I get here." Song Qingshu spread his hands helplessly.

"Huh?" Kumo once again filtered the tantric martial arts classics in his mind. He was an inexperienced genius of tantric martial arts. He was well versed in martial arts in the Central Plains, and he was naturally familiar with the martial arts of his martial arts, and he was finally forgotten His name came into his mind, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Did you think of the national teacher?" Song Qingshu asked with joy when he saw his expression.

"The little monk probably knows what the technique of the Eastern leader said, but it is not convenient for the little monk to say, everything waits until the son arrives at Nyingma Temple to see the chance." Kumozhi smiled.

"What the **** are you people doing," Song Qingshu was immediately depressed, "This is the case with the East, and the same is true for you, Guoshi."

Kuma wisely smiled without saying a word. He looked at the two girls beside Song Qingshu. The smile on their faces became stronger: "Since the last time we left, although the martial arts of the son is not as good as before, the peach blossom luck seems to be better. On the first floor, the little monk admires him."

Song Qingshu laughed and said: "Guo Shi, you are a monk. You are so obsessed with peach blossom luck, but the Buddha will blame it."

Chi Kumo smiled slightly: "The writing is based on what you said in the Central Plains Zen Buddhism. I practiced the Tantric "Great Nikkei" and "Vajra Sutra", and I have no related concerns."

"The Buddhist Dharma of the national teacher is profound, so I really shouldn't be arrogant. Nyingma Temple and his party also hope the national teacher will recommend me." Song Qingshu knew that he was a half-hearted person, but he didn't have the intention to sit down and talk with Ku Mazhi and stopped the topic wisely .

"Three, please come with me." Kumachi led the three to the gate of the temple.

Different from the Central Plains monasteries, the tantric temple layout was slightly cramped, but the appearance was more magnificent. When they came to the gate of the temple, both Zhong Ling and Qu Feiyan stopped.

"Why did the two stand still?" Kumachi paused and glanced at both of them suspiciously.

"Aren't the temples generally rejecting female visitors?" Zhong Ling thought of the many Buddhist temples in Dali, and every time he wanted to go to play, he was stopped by those smelly monks...

Qu Feiyan nodded. She walks in the rivers and lakes all the year round, and naturally knows that Shaolin Temple and other places do not allow female guests to enter.

Kumara understood it, and suddenly laughed: "Our tantric sect does not have those stinky rules. The two female benefactors should come in together, and you may need your help later on Song Song's injury."

"Can we also help?" Zhong Ling knows herself and knows that her martial arts are not in the world. If she can help Song Qingshu's internal injuries, she herself does not believe it.

Qu Feiyan also had the same idea. She absolutely couldn't do anything with master's martial arts, so how could she be able to help?

"Of course!" Kumachi didn't want to say more, took the three to a quiet room, and said, "Master Song, please wait a moment, the little monk will tell the elders of the temple about your situation. "

"Troubled the national teacher~IndoMTL.com~Song Qingshu replied, feeling uneasy. His heart is too big and he has loaded too many things, but if his martial arts is lost, all of this will be in vain. Naturally, he will be a little bit worried about gains and losses.

Song Qingshu and the three people waited boredly for about three sticks of incense. Kumozhi walked in with a weird expression. When he spoke, he was startled: "Song son, Master Lotus wants to see you."

"Master Lotus?" Song Qingshu was not calm at once, "Isn't it because your Ningma Temple has been in retreat for dozens or hundreds of years, and you don't know which generation of master lotus masters is the national teacher?"

"Not bad!" Kumazhi sighed. "The son is really lucky. He was received by the master as soon as he came. The little monk has only seen his old man once or twice in the past few decades."

"May I also have the protagonist's luck?"

Song Qing followed Kumazhi's quirky writing around the temple, and came to a secluded courtyard. Kumazhi made a gesture of asking: "Song son, the master is inside, and the little monk is Not going in."

"There is a teacher of Lao Guo." Song Qingshu walked over slowly after replying.