Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 29: Preaching immortality under the moon at midnight!
The moon is bright and the dew is cold.

Birds nest in deep trees.

It's time to visit Daozhen in the middle of the night.

At the waist of the cliff, the hero Mo Yu looked up at the bright moon in the sky through the branches and mist.

Although sufficient time has been reserved in advance.

But this is a matter of lifelong ambition, how can I not be anxious when the time comes?
The cold mountain wind blew the clouds and mist. Even though he had internal energy to protect his body, he could still clearly feel his body temperature slowly dissipating.

For a moment, the group hero Mo Yu actually thought about summoning Mo Yu to come over, because of his use of internal energy.

Even without the skill of climbing the Tiyunzong ladder, it is still easy to climb over such a cliff.

"Gudu."

The hero Mo Yu swallowed his saliva to calm his mind and suppress all the distracting thoughts in his mind.

If everything depends on Mo Yu, what is the need for him, the hero Mo Yu, to exist?

If I rely on Mo Yu to help me overcome all the difficulties, who can I rely on for my future practice?
Using his inner strength to strengthen his grip, holding on tightly to the rocks wet by the waterfall, Mo Yu, the hero, slowly and firmly climbed up the mountain.

Mo Yu's fighting talent is indeed amazing, but when it comes to cultivation talent, ten Mo Yus tied together are not as good as him.

For some difficulties, you can ask Mo Yu to help you overcome them. This is wisdom.

But there are some hurdles that I cannot let Mo Yu help me overcome. This is wisdom!

"As someone who is really good at being lazy, I know best where I can be lazy and where I can't be lazy."

The hero Mo Yu supported himself on the flat ground at the top of the mountain with one hand, with a wry smile on his face.

He took a few deep breaths to even out his breathing.

The hands holding onto the flat ground at the top of the mountain suddenly exerted force and pulled him up.

Looking up, I saw Taoist Sanfeng, wearing a tattered Taoist robe, lying on a huge rock and sleeping.

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, looked up at the sky and found that the reserve he had left was a bit too much, as there was still half an hour until the third watch.

He shook his head, not daring to disturb the master, but walked slowly to the front and knelt down, quietly waiting for time to pass.

It was now the time between autumn and winter. The night wind was already noisy, and beside the waterfall, thick mist turned into playful clouds that came to play with him.

The hero Mo Yu knelt in front of the huge rock, closed his eyes and looked inward, continuing to construct the unfinished Wudang Nine Yang Gong in his body.

The original internal force circulates around the body and transforms into strands of pure internal energy.

Despite the bitterly cold winter wind and the fact that his clothes were soaked by the waterfall while he was climbing the mountain, Mo Yu did not feel cold at all. Instead, he felt warm all over and very comfortable.

Even the passage of time is gradually forgotten.

midnight.

The ancestor Sanfeng, who was lying on the huge rock, moved a little. Mo Yu, the hero, suddenly opened his eyes, but saw that the ancestor had just turned over and was not awake.

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, looked up at the position of Mingyue, and a little anxiety rose in his heart. He stretched out his hand and pinched the base of his left hand to force himself to calm down, then closed his eyes and continued to build his Wudang Nine Yang Gong internal energy circulation.

Another half hour passed.

Suddenly, I heard the Taoist muttering:
"Difficult! Difficult! Difficult! The most mysterious way, don't wait for the golden core. If you don't pass the magic formula, you will be sleepy and dry with empty talk!"

Mo Yu, the hero of the group, suddenly opened his eyes again, bowed his head and knelt, and called out, "Disciple Mo Yu, I have been kneeling here waiting for a long time!"

Zhang Sanfeng, who was lying on the boulder, cracked his eyes and asked with a smile, "You are quite an interesting boy. During the day, I taught you the Dharma, but you refused to learn. At night, you don't go to sleep, but come to disturb my sweet dreams. What's the reason?"

"I, your disciple, am devoted to the Dao. I beg you, Grand Master, to guide me into the Dao and teach me the secret of immortality."

The heroes Mo Yu bowed his head again, his tone sincere and eager.

Patriarch Sanfeng smiled, shook his head and said, "The Tao cannot be passed on lightly, and the Dharma cannot be taught lightly!"

When the hero Mo Yu heard this, the first thing that came to his mind was the story of the second patriarch of Zen Buddhism, Bodhidharma, who went to Shaoshi Peak to seek the truth.

Without hesitation, he immediately mobilized his right hand with all his strength, transforming his palm into a knife and stabbing it towards his left shoulder socket. His fingertips pierced through his Taoist robe and penetrated more than an inch beneath the skin, unable to advance any further.

But Zhang Sanfeng stood up at some point and grabbed his right elbow with one hand.

Drops of hot blood formed a string, soaked the Taoist robe, and slid down the shoulder sockets to the ground.

If Zhang Sanfeng hadn't stopped him, this idiot would have really torn off his left arm!

"I say, you are really not easy to tease. I am not a barbarian like Bodhidharma. Why do I need your arm? Do you understand that the Dharma cannot be passed on to the sixth ear? Just come closer and listen."

"What a fool, what a fool, how could he be so cruel to himself?"

Zhang Sanfeng pulled out the right arm of Mo Yu, the hero, and tapped his shoulder several times, so that the pure Qi reconnected his broken artery and blocked his wound with the innate Qi.

"If you had stopped me a second earlier, Master, I would have believed you."

The hero Mo Yu rolled his eyes and rubbed his blood-stained right palm on his Taoist robe.

"Alas, that's not the way to say it. You were too quick and too ruthless. Master, I'm also a human being, and I'm over a hundred years old. I'm blurry-eyed and slow-witted. It was already a great relief for me to finally react."

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and sat back on the boulder.

The hero Mo Yu had an expression on his face that said, "I believe it."

What he was thinking was, "I don't believe you, you old man are very fast. Even if I were ten times faster, you, Zhang Sanfeng, would not be able to react in time!"

A few years ago, before the sword of the Heavenly Sword was even drawn, Master Miejue, whose face was covered with black hair after being fought by Zhang Sanfeng and a few other idiots, expressed her approval.

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand, and the heroes Mo Yu came closer, listened attentively, and put their ears close to him.

"In the past, when I was cultivating the Dao, I was fortunate enough to meet the True Man Huolong, from whom I was taught the 'Sleeping Dragon Pill Technique'. This technique was created by the Patriarch Chen Tuan and later passed down to True Man Huolong. I am now passing it on to you. Remember, this technique should not be passed on lightly unless you are a master. If you meet a master, you must teach it to him, otherwise you will be punished by heaven!"

The hero Mo Yu nodded, indicating that he had remembered it in mind.

Patriarch Sanfeng stroked his beard and smiled, using his internal energy to condense the sound into a line that was transmitted to the ears of the hero Mo Yu. It came out of one mouth and entered his ears, and no third person knew about it.

A complete set of exercises.

Regardless of whether the heroes Mo Yu remembered or understood what he said, the Patriarch Sanfeng had disappeared without a trace.

Only the long chant echoed in the air.

"A tree without roots, with beautiful flowers, who would be willing to stop being obsessed with splendor?

The affairs of life are like a boat in the sea of ​​suffering, drifting freely.

There is no border and no shore, and it is difficult to moor, and often swim in the dangerous places of fish and dragons.

If you are willing to look back, you will find the shore. Don’t wait until the storm destroys your boat.

The hero Mo Yu closed his eyes slightly and stood still.

When the morning light of the sun shone on his face, Mo Yu suddenly came to his senses. It was already the next morning.

He raised his hand and rubbed his temples, which were a little sore from overworking his brain. He could no longer remember the original words of Master Sanfeng.

What remained in his mind was his own understanding of the Sleeping Dragon Dan Gong.

In fact, the Sleeping Dragon Pill Technique passed down by Master Sanfeng may not be the same as the one originally created by Master Chen Tuan. Even when Master Huolong taught it to Zhang Sanfeng, it was no longer the original one.

Pass it on from mouth to mouth and from heart to heart.

This is how Taoist and Zen masters teach their teachings. They just throw everything at you all at once, and how much you can comprehend depends on your understanding.

This is like pointing at the moon with the left hand. Some people see the moon's brilliance, some see the moon's shape, and some see the ancestor's finger.

The key to the treasure house has been given to you. How much you can take away from the treasure house depends entirely on your personal ability.

If one does not have the talent of a sage, even if he is lucky enough to receive the teachings of the Taoist master, all the fear will remain in his mind.

I don't know how many inheritances were cut off because of this.
Taoism is ruthless and has no pity for mediocre people!
Buddhism is compassionate and will not save those who have no affinity with it!
　The monthly ticket is 50 plus more chapters, my nose is stuffy and my head feels cute...

　　
　
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