Inside, Wu Yunlong and Liu Mubai were shocked when they heard the shaking sound between heaven and earth. They jumped out of the room, looked up at the sky, and exclaimed in surprise.

"The nine-character mantra of Taoism, Mahamudra!"

Both of them had heard that Li Daoqing, without showing up, used a set of nine-character mantras to shatter the Dragon and Tiger Golden Pill of the Little Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain into pieces, displaying earth-shattering supernatural powers. This was the first time they had truly seen him.

Until Li Daoqing used this method.

The energy and blood in Wu Yunlong and Liu Mubai's bodies were boiling endlessly. Knowing that this was the aftermath of the vibration of Tianyin, which caused their own energy and blood to resonate, they couldn't help but look at each other, their eyes filled with horror, their expressions changed dramatically, their bodies exploded, and they rushed outside.

, they wanted to see what happened, and Li Daoqing actually took action!

Yan Yuanyi was wearing a white training suit, with a red ribbon tied around her waist, a cinnabar mark between her eyebrows, and rosy skin. She was lying quietly on the ground, surrounded by a mess, as if she had been run over by a steamroller. Her beautiful face was covered with

A touch of regret, a little tear stain at the corner of the eye, but a faint smile on the lips, extremely peaceful, like the Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale, stunningly beautiful and graceful, a golden sun shines down, covering this female general,

Xia Yi is so holy and bright that people can't bear to look away.

Wu Yunlong and Liu Mubai looked at this beautiful scene in disbelief, their eyes widened with a bit of sadness in their expressions, and their hearts were horrified that Yan Yuanyi was actually beaten to death outside the palace. They had keen senses.

Without even looking closely, you can tell that Yan Yuanyi's six meridians are silent and life is cut off. At this moment, the sky is broken. Yan Shoujing, the old man, only has such a daughter. If he knows that his daughter is dead, he will definitely be furious.

Wu Yunlong and Liu Mubai looked at the car that was stuck on the spot, their evil spirits rising, they gritted their teeth and cursed in a low voice.

"Wang Chao, he deserves to die! He actually dared to attack Yuan Yi!"

As the three top masters in the army, Wu Yunlong, Liu Mubai and Yan Yuanyi had a deep friendship with each other and often discussed martial arts knowledge together. Now that Yan Yuanyi was actually beaten to death by Wang Chao in the street, how could they not hate it? Their hearts were full of murderous intent and they suppressed it.

"Let's send Yuan Yi back to the Yan family first!"

"If I take action, I can still awaken Yan Yuanyi's spiritual consciousness and bring him back to life!"

In order to hold the World Martial Arts Conference, Wang Chao traveled to various parts of the world, fought hard and forced out all the masters. As a descendant of ancient Indian yoga, Chiloya naturally knew what Wang Chao was capable of.

Tang Zichen was slightly startled, Yan Yuanyi was dead, her eyebrows were lightly frowned, and she was charming and a little bit sad. Tang Zichen and Yan Yuanyi had known each other at the Hongmen Association when they were young. They grew up together, and they fought endlessly, but there was no

When it comes to life and death, Tang Zichen feels a little more emotional now that his old friend has passed away.

Wu Yunlong followed Liu Mubai, and a ray of golden sunshine seemed to be locked on Yan Yuanyi. It kept moving, covering Yan Yuanyi, and moved towards the Yan family step by step.

Yan Shoujing paused slightly with his palms, his mind moved slightly, he shook his head and said softly.

Liu Mubai and Wu Yunlong looked at each other, but they didn't think anything of it. They were both alchemy masters, and they thought Qi Luoya's pronunciation of the mantra was normal. However, the two of them were good at killing and fighting skills, but they were far from able to use the mantra to cure illnesses and save lives.

Far from being as proficient as this monk.

To understand one's mind is to discover one's true heart; to see one's nature is to see one's original true nature. Once one sees one's original true nature, one can directly point to one's original mind. To understand one's original mind, one can see the nature that is neither born nor destroyed. This is Zen enlightenment.

The state of the mind. The speech and path are cut off, and the mind and conduct are destroyed.

"Wang Chao is too presumptuous. He dared to kill Yan Yuanyi in China. This is treating the mainland as an overseas country and allowing him to cause havoc in heaven. It is lawless!"

"What do you mean?"

After saying this, Yan Shojing looked even older. For the sake of his daughter, his belief was shaken. He lost support in his heart and breathed a sigh of relief.

The old woman wiped her tears and her voice was a little louder. People who are trapped in the abyss of darkness, even if they only have one billionth of hope, may want to seize the possible bright hope and are never willing to give up.

Chiloya looked at the stubborn Yan Shoujing and understood that this was a barrier of knowledge. People's first reaction to something they had never seen before was doubt. It was not surprising that it was fake. He shook his head and explained.

principle.

Wu Yunlong, as the number one expert in Ouchi, is well-informed and knows many secrets that others don't know. He sighed and said to Chiloa.

Chiloya was not proficient in martial arts and only knew how to practice but not how to fight. He was an ascetic. Although his realm was advanced, he was not targeted by Wang Chao.

Liu Mubai looked at Qiloya, with a bit of disappointment. Wang Chao's cultivation level was indeed better than theirs. This was an undoubted fact. Even if the other party killed Yan Yuanyi, he was powerless and could only place his hope on the situation in front of him.

This eminent monk really has great supernatural powers and can save Yan Yuanyi's life.

The eminent monk Chiloya is very interesting. He doesn’t have much respect for the Buddha Sakyamuni. He just discusses things and doesn’t believe in them. He understands that Sakyamuni is also a mortal, but he is very wise and does not really become a Buddha or an ancestor.

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In just one day, Wu Wenhui, Wu Yunlong, and Liu Mubai all gathered in the Yan family compound.

"I'm going to ask Wu Yunlong and the others to go to the Shaolin Temple and ask the eminent monk to come and take a look at Yi'er!"

Qiluoya saw Yan Yuanyi from a distance, with a look of surprise on his face. He could see that Yan Yuanyi had entered the elixir energy. In other words, it was the cultivation state of the physical Bodhisattva, with all vitality and six meridians.

Dead silence has long since fallen.

The Yan family in the capital was solemn and solemn, filled with sadness, which made people feel depressed.

"Bodhisattva of the physical body, you also believe in the Bodhisattva of the physical body! Now there is a glimmer of hope for Yi'er. The monk Qiluoya who recently came to the Shaolin Temple is not a liar. I seem to have heard Wu Yunlong say that he is an authentic descendant of ancient yoga and has profound spiritual practice.

, has reached the realm of a living Buddha, if you invite him here, there might really be a glimmer of hope."

Li Daoqing looked at Tang Zichen with soft eyes, stretched out his hand to smooth her frown, his movements were gentle and full of tenderness, he shook his head, his expression was a bit strange, and he explained.

"You have been restless and depressed recently, and the blood has accumulated in your liver. My voice has dispersed the blood congestion in your liver. You can stand up and see if you feel better physically."

"I asked Wu Yunlong. Yi'er's martial arts has reached the level of a physical Bodhisattva. After death, he will be like those physical Bodhisattvas. His body will be the same as that of a living one. He will gradually become dehydrated after a few decades."

"This female Bodhisattva has passed away. She is not sick. How can we save her?"

"Is this Chiloa?"

The old woman wiped her tears and argued that if a person dies, his body will become stiff, cold, and his face will be pale. Yan Yuanyi did not have these changes, so the old woman thought there was no death.

"What's wrong?"

Yan Shojing looked at his wife, who had turned gray in the day, and understood the sadness and despair in her heart. He sighed, made a compromise, nodded, and said.

"Then why is Yi'er's body still soft and warm, and her face is always rosy? Maybe she just fell asleep, not dead!"

After all, Yan Shoujing was still a staunch materialist. He was full of doubts about some mysterious things. He looked at Chiloya with sharp eyes. He almost printed the word "liar" on Chiloya's face. He thought that the other party

They are just pretending to be gods and ghosts, no different from those warlocks in ancient times.

Li Daoqing looked a little unhappy and looked into the void. A figure appeared in front of him, shrinking to an inch, growing lotuses every step of the way. He had great magical powers. It was Wang Chao who had left the place. The murderous intent in his eyes was cold and he snorted softly.

After a sound, he looked back and said softly.

"Don't be stupid, Yi'er is already dead. Didn't the doctor test it? The brain waves and electrocardiogram are gone. What eminent monk, just chanting sutras will make you better. You are also a highly educated intellectual, how can you believe in these superstitious things!"

Wu Yunlong didn't want to argue between Yan Shojing and Chiloya, so he urged.

Chiloya was not a liar. He was very advanced and wise. He had practiced to the level of a Living Buddha. He never deceived Yan Shoujing with falsehoods and answered the truth, which gave Yan Shoujing some confidence.

Although Chiloya is not proficient in martial arts, his physical cultivation is extremely high, and he has practiced ancient yoga to a very high level. Even compared with the masters of Gangjin, his physical strength, energy and blood are not inferior at all, and he can be called a living Buddha.

However, some concepts in Yan Shoujing's mind are deeply ingrained and difficult to change. His eyes flashed with thoughts, and his eyes were still full of doubts, and he said firmly.

"Wang Chao has reached a state where he can clearly see his mind and nature, and can see the Tathagata. He is the Tathagata, and the Tathagata is him. His supernatural power has reached the highest achievement in the world."

Yan Shoujing frowned, stood up, and took two steps. Sure enough, he felt much more relaxed, and his heart seemed to be less depressed.

Yan Shoujing also had a lucky mentality in his heart, so he went to the doctor in a hurry, treating a dead horse as a living horse, trying to grasp the last straw to save his life.

Chilo took a step forward, made a hand seal with his fingers, bent his little finger, clasped his index finger together, trembled his lips, and uttered the word "Hum". The sound was like a big bell ringing in a temple, the air vibrated, and Yan Shouging was shaken by the sound.

My teeth were numb and I jumped up suddenly.

"I heard that an eminent monk named Qiluoya came to the Shaolin Temple and treated many people without using medicine or acupuncture. He just recited a few verses and no matter what kind of disease he was, he would be cured immediately. Lao Yan,

Go and have this eminent monk come over and give Yi'er a look, maybe there will be hope!"

"What kind of Tathagata? I have seen Wang Chao. He killed countless people, but he can also become a Tathagata? What kind of Tathagata is he? He is just a demon!"

A person stands in front of the big bell in the temple and rings the bell so violently that the sound can make the bones of his body tingle. This is how Yan Shoujing felt at this moment.

"Is she dead too?"

Standing next to Yan Shoujing was an old woman wiping away her tears. She was graceful and full of sorrow. She looked at her daughter lying motionless, her body still as alive as a living person. She said to Yan Shoujing with a vague hope.

Chiloya twitched the corners of his mouth and revealed a bitter smile. He is a Buddhist ascetic. India is now dominated by Shivaism. Buddhism is struggling to survive. In order to promote Buddhism, he accepted the invitation from Shaolin Temple and came to teach it.

He lectured on the Dharma, exchanged insights, and because of his compassionate nature, he cured the diseases of some believers. This led to his great fame and spread of legends.

If Chiloya pretends to be a ghost when he comes up, Yan Shoujing will never let him treat Yan Yuanyi and will drive him away directly. Fortunately, Chiloya is really an eminent monk. He sticks to his heart, does not tell lies, and seeks truth from facts, which makes Yan Shojing's impression of him.

Great, I feel that this monk is very interesting.

Yan Shoujing finally couldn't help but feel sad, with a sad look on his face. The most tragic thing in the world is the loss of his father when he was young, the loss of his spouse when he was middle-aged, and the loss of his son when he was old. Yan Shoujing only had a daughter at his knees. How could he not feel sad when a white-haired man gave away a black-haired man?

He was so distraught that all his thoughts disappeared with the death of his daughter. He felt empty in his heart, as if he was a walking corpse.

Qiloa nodded. He once saw Wang Chao defeat a great master from the Middle East, forcing him to participate in the World Martial Arts Conference. He was so powerful and so high that he felt inferior to him.

Qiluoya smiled bitterly. His explanation was similar to that of Zen Buddhism. He could understand his mind and his nature, and he could realize the Tathagata.

Yan Shojing looked at a person in the hall. He was wearing a red monk's robe and had a grimace on his face. His eyes were calm and clear, and his eyes were bright. His face was slightly different from that of Chinese people. His skin color was darker, his eyes were deep, his nose was protruding, and his outline was narrow.

With some European and American characteristics, he stood quietly.

In a small courtyard on the outskirts of Beijing, Tang Zichen turned his head slightly and looked at Li Daoqing with some confusion, wondering why he was pronouncing Tianyin.

Yan Shoujing is a staunch materialist, but at this moment, because of his daughter, he really hopes that the world will really come back to life.

Several people came to a large bedroom. Yan Yuanyi was neatly dressed and lying on the bed. Her face was rosy, as if she was asleep, but her breathing, heartbeat, and pulse were all gone.

Yan Shojing put reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and sat in front of the bed with a calm expression. He gently stroked his daughter's cheek with his old palms. There was a touch of sadness in his eyes. At this time, he seemed to be at least ten years old and felt as if he was dead.

, his daughter was his treasure, but now she is dead, and endless anger fills his heart.
To be continued...