Poor monk does not understand love

Chapter 111 Catch up with the pig
Soon, the huge room fell into complete silence.

"Om..." Ripples swayed in a circle, and white air rose in the dark void.

Then, the darkness brightened, and golden Buddha wheels spread out from people's backs, more and more, finally, the whole room was filled with golden light, the gold was very soft and not dazzling, each Buddha wheel was A regular circle formed by the condensed golden mist.

In this way, the void of the entire room is covered with golden dots.

The least four, the most eight, the eight concentric circles spread out, with a diameter of nearly two feet, and the senior was sitting in the center of the concentric circles, looking extremely sacred and gorgeous.

Gradually, a Buddha wheel floated up behind Wang Mu. Although the colorful Buddha wheels were equally soft, they looked thicker and taller than those golden Buddha wheels.

Unfortunately, Wang Mu only has two Buddha wheels.

He wasn't worried that the color of the Buddha wheel would arouse people's suspicion. After all, these lay disciples were also disciples of Kongtian Pavilion, and they wouldn't talk much outside without the order of the abbot master.

With his eyes closed, Wang Mu's heart was like still water, recalling the practice method in the book in his mind, and began to practice.

The mind ran along the meridian path of the broken soul and broken method, and gradually, the dense white air suspended around Wang Mu entered the body along with Wang Mu's breathing, and began to run along with the mind.

After running for a few weeks, the white gas disappeared and turned into a trace of reddish golden spiritual power.

The corner of Wang Mu's mouth twitched into a satisfied smile, there was nothing unusual about this broken soul.

Immediately, he controlled this trace of golden-red spiritual power to move towards the peach blossom seal on his neck. After the peach blossom seal is condensed, the spiritual power will be transformed into a more powerful color.

However, before the spiritual power reached the birthmark, it suddenly trembled and dissipated.

Wang Mu was frightened!

In the state of internal vision, he can clearly see the situation in his body, and his consciousness has been tracking that trace of golden-red spiritual power, but somehow, the spiritual power suddenly trembled as he walked, and then dispersed. There are no root hairs left.

Hallucination?What went wrong?
"It's out of order." Wang Mu muttered, straightened his body, and continued to practice.

Run the aura, condense it, and refine it until it becomes the golden-red spiritual power unique to Duanhun Canfa.

However, the result was still fucked up, and the fuck broke up again. This time, Wang Mu even accelerated the speed of operation, but it was still too late to transport the spiritual power into the peach blossom birthmark before it dissipated.

Opening his eyes, Wang Mu opened his mouth wide. He had never seen such a situation before. How could the tempered spiritual power disappear?Where did you go?

Feeling the situation in the body, it is exactly the same as not practicing, the spiritual power seems to have disappeared out of thin air.

"My mother!" Taking a deep breath, Wang Mu took out the book from his arms and started to read it. Could it be that this exercise is really a pit?

"Wang Mu, you only have two Buddha wheels? Why are they still colored? How different?" At this time, a man with long hair also quit his practice, looking at the two Buddha wheels slowly dissipating behind Wang Mu , staring at his eyes, said in astonishment.

That look is like seeing an alien.

"Hehe, junior brother, I am stupid, not as talented as senior brother." Wang Mu just gave a dry laugh and continued to read the books.

"My God," the junior brother shook his head, sighing in disbelief, "my four Buddha wheels are already the least among the masters, I didn't expect you to have only two. Haha... now I'm not the bottom one. Ha ha……"

The guy suddenly laughed, and rolled down on the bed, which made him happy.

Wang Mu rolled his eyes and didn't care about him!What happened to the two Buddha wheels?Have you heard the truth that hard work can make up for one's weakness?
The laughter of the long-haired and white-faced brother startled others, all the seniors present woke up one by one, and then all looked at Wang Mu in astonishment.

"Wuxin, you're not mistaken, right? Wang Mu really only has two Buddha wheels?" A hedgehog-haired buddy who was about the same age as Wang Mu asked excitedly, his flickering eyes were about to boil, and he looked straight at Wang Mu is like discovering a new continent.

"Haha... yes... there are only two... haha..." The long-haired brother named Wuxin laughed again.

"My God..." Another senior brother sighed, shaking his head and looking at Wang Mu, he couldn't bear to look directly at him and said, "Wang Mu, you are really good, your talent is as good as a pig's!"

"Haha..." People roared with laughter.

Wang Mu didn't look back, and responded to everyone's teasing with a dumbfounded expression.

"Don't laugh anymore, it's nothing strange." A deep voice came, and the senior brother in the room woke up.

He is the first one to go up the mountain in this house, he is also the oldest, he has the highest level of cultivation, and he has the most eight Buddha wheels.

Opening his eyes, his slender willow-like eyes looked at Wang Mu, and said indifferently: "Wang Mu is from the mortal realm. I heard that people in the mortal realm can achieve two Buddha wheels. Together."

There was clearly a hint of disdain in the understated tone, as if Wang Mu was inferior to a pair of underpants in his eyes.

"One? Haha..." People laughed more violently, "Isn't that almost like a beast? I've seen a snake with three Buddha wheels! Haha..."

The senior brother shook his head, ready to continue his practice with his eyes closed, but from the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw the book in Wang Mu's hand.

"Break the soul and cripple the law?" His pupils shrank, and the elder brother screamed out loud. In the next second, there was a sound of wind in the room, and the elder brother with long hair tied behind his head appeared in front of Wang Mu.

Without Wang Mu's consent, he snatched the book from Wang Mu's hand.

Wang Mu raised his head, squinted at the elder brother, and said word by word: "Senior brother Wuhen, this book is mine. Please return it to me."

Wuhen ignored it, staring at the book in his hand, his eyes were full of greed, and his face was flushed with excitement.

This person was wearing the same white and yellow robe as Wang Mu, but this Wuhen was taller than Wang Mu, his figure was almost skinny, and his skin was dark, like those drug addicts in Mortal Realm.

But his eyes are shining brightly, and he can switch between calm and sharp at will, obviously he is a person with extremely quick thinking.

Looking at his slender fingers like black claws, Wang Mu rolled his eyes, "Senior Brother Wuhen, let me remind you that if Master finds you casually flipping through the exercises of other juniors, he may not be happy."

"Wow!" Wuhen was startled, and immediately closed the book.

"You said that Master asked you to practice this soul-breaking method?" Turning around, Wuhen squinted at Wang Mu, his tone more threatening.

Wang Mu shrugged his shoulders, grabbed the book and pulled it out from Wuhen's loose hand, and patted the crumpled book lightly, then said leisurely: "Of course, can I still Can't you steal it from that secret room?"

"Impossible!" Wuhen shook his head, "You only have two Buddha wheels, how could the master let you practice this broken soul? The Arabian Nights, isn't it? Although this broken soul is extremely strange, it has been practiced to death Many people, but as far as I know, it is also the most exquisite exercise in our Kongtian Pavilion, the master never gave it to anyone, why did he give it to you?"

"Hehe," Wang Mu laughed, rolled his eyelids and looked at Wuhen, jokingly said: "Brother, don't be angry, sometimes a good character is far more useful than a good talent."

Wuhen's complexion changed, and there was a threatening look in Wang Mu's eyes, but he didn't say anything, turned around and left with his hands behind his back.

"Master is too eccentric. Our senior brother Wuhen has eight Buddha wheels, and there are many people with more Buddha wheels in the master's school. Why did he give him the best thing? Only two Buddha wheels Wheel, with this kind of innate comprehension, not to mention cultivation, whether you can understand this kind of advanced exercises is a problem." Na Wuxin said sadly.

"I think, Master has other intentions." Said a brother next to Wu Xin, he cast a sly look at Wuhen who was somewhat displeased, then looked at Wang Mu sarcastically and said, "Maybe Master just wants to use this exercise. What about training Wang Mu to death? After all, he only has two Buddha wheels, which is a disgrace to our master, presumably the master doesn't want to keep a disciple like him."

"What nonsense are you talking about? People in the Buddhist sect are merciful, how could they have such insidious schemes?" Wuhen turned around and scolded the junior, but the corner of his mouth curled into a faint smile.

Looking at the faces of these people, Wang Mu sighed. Lay disciples are lay disciples. Compared with Wuwei's ordained monks, they are too unqualified.

The so-called people who are close to red and those who are close to ink are black. Wang Mu got up, took the books and went to the yard to practice. He didn't want to waste time with these people.

It was the day of the full moon again, and the air was extremely fresh and cool. Under the watery moonlight, the sky and the earth were hazy, with green mountains in the distance and fragrant flowers and plants nearby. It was an excellent place for cultivation.

Sitting down on the flat ground paved with bluestone outside the door, Wang Mu entered the cultivation again.

When the consciousness is integrated into the practice, it is difficult to feel the passage of time. Wang Mu refined the spiritual power over and over again, and then watched the spiritual power disappear in the meridians inexplicably again and again.

I have to say that Brother Wang's ability to resist blows is really good enough, and most people have given up a long time ago.

The important thing is that Wang Mu didn't understand this exercise like those brothers said. On the contrary, he felt that although this exercise was profound, he could easily understand the logic of its cultivation, and he didn't find any missing contradictions. .

Since there is no mistake, it means that this exercise can be practiced, but...why did this spiritual power disappear?
Could it be that there is something wrong with his body?Then why can he practice other exercises normally?

There must be something wrong with it, some details that I have overlooked, so Wang Mu read the book carefully again, thoroughly understood every word, engraved it in his mind, and practiced again.

(End of this chapter)