Maoshan Taoist priests practice falsehood and become reality

Chapter 68 Feeling at ease
  At 14:36, under the canopy of the banyan tree, cicadas were chirping and birds were chirping, and the sunlight was dappled.

Su Heng was wearing a Taoist robe and sitting cross-legged, with green smoke from the incense burner in front of him.

Wang Zhiyuan also sat cross-legged behind Su Heng, with his palms against his disciple's back, and murmured something: "Get up and raise your sword to the sky, which contains more mysteries than the mountains; the rules are all derived from the three-body posture, the lower part combines with the earth's energy and the upper reaches the sky; the purple sky Sweeping in the middle of the cloud wheel, the thunder in the south rock stirs the imagination; the moves are as fast as meteors, and the moves are as close as watching flowers; the first way is to use a whip, and the second way is to cross with ghosts and diamonds..."

This formula is a mixture of familiar martial arts such as Tai Chi Sword, Five Elements Boxing, Xuanwu Staff, Wing Chun, Shaolin Twelve Way Tan Kung, Iron Cloth Shirt, etc., as well as the tips for using eighteen traditional martial arts.

Reciting it from beginning to end actually consumes a whole stick of incense, which can be said to be a blessing.

"All right."

Wang Zhiyuan removed his palm, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and breathed a long sigh of relief, with a complicated look on his face and an indescribable strange feeling in his heart.

It stands to reason that this Maoshan Divine Fist is indeed part of Maoshan culture. But when it comes to actually teaching the skills, it feels extremely ridiculous.

Even though you know it's fake, you still want to act like it's real.

Weird, so weird.

Thinking of Su Heng's seriousness in learning Maoshan Taoism in the past, Wang Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel a little more worried.

"This apprentice doesn't think that Maoshan Taoism is real, right?"

Su Heng was completely unaware of the master's inner worries. At this time, he was concentrating, and faint small words appeared in his eyes.

Name: Su Heng

Identity: Maoshan Taoist priest (true and passed on)

Techniques: Purify Heaven and Earth Divine Mantra (true), Purify Mind Mantra (true), Cleanse Mouth Divine Mantra (true), Bless Incense Mantra (true), Golden Light Divine Mantra (true), Clear Water Mantra (true)...Maoshan Divine Fist (Fake)…

Mind Dharma: Gu Yi’s Mind Dharma (True·Three Levels), San Mao Zhenjun’s Thought Dharma (True)

Origin: 11.7 (0.4 daily increase)

Become!

Next, use the source point to transform the Maoshan boxing method into reality.

These days, Su Heng practices behind closed doors, and his source point growth depends entirely on passivity. After learning the spell, there are only 11.7 source points left.

I don’t know if these source points are enough.

Su Heng helped his master, whose legs were numb, up, and thanked him from the bottom of his heart: "Thank you, master, for teaching me the magic boxing. I will never have nightmares again."

"Okay, Master, let's go and rest first."

After sending Master back to his room to rest, Su Heng returned to the banyan tree alone, sat cross-legged and concentrated.

Consuming 10 source points can transform Maoshan Divine Fist (fake) into Maoshan Divine Fist (real). Do you want to transform?

Fortunately, only 10 source points are needed.

"Yes!"

After consuming 10 source points, Maoshan Divine Fist changes.

At the moment of confirmation, Su Heng felt his consciousness explode, and his whole body was spinning, as if countless information was pouring into his mind instantly.

In a daze, he was in a place shrouded in clouds and mist again.

Only this time, there was a faceless man transformed from eighteen mists in front of him, standing quietly.

Perhaps sensing Su Heng's gaze, the eighteen faceless fog men clasped their fists and began to perform martial arts.

In an instant, Su Heng was dazzled by the flash of swords, the roar of tigers and the roar of dragons, and the interlacing of fists and feet.

As time passed, the speed of the Eighteen Mists became slower and slower in his eyes, and each move became extremely clear.

Unknowingly, Su Heng was standing in front of the first fog man, and the two sides began to spar.

The first fog man used the Five Elements Fist. At first, Su Heng was unable to parry, but after being hit many times, he had room to fight back.

When it was hard to tell the difference between the two in Five Elements Fist, Wu Ren suddenly changed his moves and introduced a brand new set of boxing techniques.

Start all over again.

I don't know how many punches he changed. It wasn't until Wu Ren took out his palm that Su Heng was shocked to realize that Wu Ren's method had changed again.

The fierce boxing attack was completely neutralized by the gentle palm skills, and Su Heng was at a disadvantage again.

However, Su Heng, who knew the routine, continued to learn the opponent's palm skills during the fight, and gradually became able to compete with him.

After all the fist and kick skills were performed, the first fog man cupped his fists and returned to the queue.

The second fog man came out and threw a sharp long sword to Su Heng. The battle begins in an instant!
  Yunlong Sword, Bagua Sword, Tai Chi Sword, Mantis Sword, Tongbei Sword, Drunken Sword, Dragon-shaped Sword... In the confrontation and counterattack, Su Heng gradually mastered the swordsmanship of multiple schools.

After all the sword skills were performed, the second fog man put away his sword and returned to the queue.

The third fog man came out and handed Su Heng a serial sword.

"Again?"

The fog man didn't respond, he just slashed at him with his sword.

Bow, crossbow, spear, knife, sword, spear, shield, axe, axe, halberd, whip, mace, pickaxe, pike, fork, palladium head, cotton rope lasso, white fight.

The eighteen fog people correspond to the eighteen martial arts.

I don't know how much time passed, but Su Heng used a divine whip to scatter the eighteenth fog man.

When he came back to his senses, the surroundings were completely white, and the eighteen shadows of fog people were missing.

At this time, the clouds and mist in front gathered into a terrifying whirlpool, with lightning and thunder in the middle, and a familiar figure was rising slowly.

Unlike the previous faceless fog men, the new fog men appear to have noses and eyes.

When the man came closer, Su Heng realized that except for his indifferent expression, the man actually looked exactly like himself.

"So I'm so handsome."

Su Heng sighed sincerely.

Perhaps because he had insight into Su Heng's unreasonable thoughts, Wuren frowned and shot through the air with his left hand.

Su Heng quickly raised his hand to block, thinking it was another fight with fists and kicks. Unexpectedly, the opponent did not follow martial ethics and conjured a long sword in his right hand.

"Here comes the sword!"

Su Heng held a sword in his right hand to compete with him.

The real trial officially begins. Both of them are masters of eighteen kinds of martial arts. They show off each other's tricks and fight to the bitter end.

However, the Fog Man version of Su Heng was always slightly better and firmly grasped the initiative in the battle.

No matter how Su Heng tried to counterattack, the opponent always seemed to be able to predict the situation and immediately use restrained moves.

"Am I too strong?"

Complaints are complaints, Su Heng remembered that Wang Zhiyuan had such a sentence in his explanation of Maoshan Divine Fist before he taught the martial arts.

"After practicing the Divine Fist to the end, you don't need to deliberately control it, and your body can automatically perform martial arts. This is the state of freedom."

"No need to deliberately manipulate."

If Su Heng, who has gained some enlightenment, looks at Wu Ren again, he will see that every move is done without any worries and with ease.

In comparison, he seemed much more rigid and reserved.

After understanding the key points, Su Heng breathed a long sigh of relief, tried to give up control, and returned the body to his subconscious.

Gradually, Su Heng began to fight back and forth with Wu Ren.

In the end, Su Heng's mind went blank, as if he was staying out of the incident, and even developed a magical third perspective.

And from the third perspective, where is the Fog Man?
  In the vast white sky, only one person was performing martial arts with his eyes closed.

that person

It's him!
  At this moment, Su Heng was extremely happy as he watched the flowing clouds and flowing water, the dripping water penetrating the rocks, and the spring warmth and flowers blooming.

"Su Heng, Su Heng!"

In a daze, Su Heng heard someone calling.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Wang Zhiyuan's anxious expression and a leaf falling from the crown of the banyan tree.

The fallen leaves are erratic, their paths are unpredictable and unpredictable.

But just as he was about to hit the ground, Su Heng unconsciously stretched out his fingers and clamped them accurately.

Su Heng stood up, looked at the leaves between his fingers, then raised his head to look up at the moon hanging high in the sky, and asked slightly confused:

"Master, how long have I been asleep?"

(End of this chapter)