The "Sitting and Forgotten Heart Sutra" is so easy to practice?

Fang Ming, who was once worried that he would be possessed by the devil, looked inside several times and found that the true energy of the Arhat magical power in his body not only did not go into the fork, but seemed more pure and concise. He finally completely let go and came to a conclusion:

"I am indeed a genius who practices the "Sitting and Forget Heart Sutra"!"

"Did you have a fate with Xuan Zhendao?" After traveling through such a magical thing, Fang Ming also felt a little awe of the so-called fate in the dark.

However, the subsequent facts interrupted Fang Ming's imagination.

Although he was unstoppable in the two levels before the forgetting meditation, he could not break through the third level of concentration in any case, as if he had encountered a bottleneck in the legend.

After several efforts, Fang Ming immediately gave up his plan to make a breakthrough in the near future. He was still very clear about the principle that haste would not be achieved.

"Why not go out for a walk!"

At this time, Fang Ming's mind and nature also recovered slightly, and he had a little bit of a young man's personality.

As Fang Ming got up and sat in the flow of Forgetful Sutra, his temperament changed. The original brilliance of his eyes was completely locked, like an ordinary person who knew how to do martial arts.

"While walking, sitting and lying down, the meridians are automatically transmitted, preserving essence, blood and vitality..." Fang Ming looked lightly at the head: "Although the amplitude is very small, water drips through the stone, and a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Xuan Zhendao has this technique. Over time, the gap with others will naturally gradually widen..."

Pushing open the yard door, a warm sunlight shone in, which made Lei Lin's mood suddenly active, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his indifferent expression quickly returned to his face.

"Seventeenth Brother! Come quickly, haha!"

Outside the courtyard gate, Fang Ming was impressed with "squatting with his head" Murong junior sister wearing a garland on her head. She was having fun with Cui Ling, and she used her tender white and gentle hands to Fang Ming.

"Tenth Senior Brother! Junior Sister!"

Fang Ming walked over and said hello.

By the way, in the entire Huanzhen Taoist Temple, only Nangong Qingcheng and Senior Brother Liu, who is currently not present, are the true disciples, while others are all miscellaneous disciples who became monks halfway and were recruited by the other party as their disciples.

Fang Ming was extremely depressed and gained the nickname of Little Seventeen.

Little Murong is the daughter of Nangong's brother and sister, but she has not yet entered the door and is young, so everyone calls her junior sister.

“Huh?”

After seeing Fang Ming, Cui Ling, who was nicknamed "Little Abacus", suddenly flashed a look of surprise in his eyes: "The vitality is restrained and his eyes are gentle. Could it be that the seventeenth junior brother has achieved success in practicing the "Sitting and Forget Heart Sutra"?"

"I got the advice of Senior Sister Nangong, and I was lucky enough to gain some gains!" Fang Ming touched his nose and was a little surprised by Cui Ling's eyes.

"My junior brother is indeed destined to be with me!"

Cui Ling nodded, his surprised expression quickly calmed down, and turned to tease Xiao Murong, making him squat in his head and giggle.

‘Well? Shouldn’t it be that everyone was so impressed that they were shocked, and then there were a lot of scenes of crying and shouting to hug their thighs and being jealous and handsome and rich?’

Fang Ming felt a little depressed.

He practiced the "Sitting and Forgotten Heart Sutra" in one go, and it was too late to stop.

Moreover, even if he could hide it from Cui Ling, a group of miscellaneous disciples, he could never hide it from Nangong Qingcheng, so he simply faced it calmly.

When you are not able to achieve strength, it may not be beneficial to behave in a gloomy way of being unpredictable. On the contrary, being wise and humble is the way to protect yourself.

However, it seems that this shock is nothing to Cui Ling and others.

Fang Ming endured for a long time and finally asked: "This... Brother Cui, why did my younger brother enter the country very quickly? Is there no problem?"

Cui Ling looked at Fang Ming's uneasy face and finally couldn't help laughing: "Young brother can endure it until now to ask questions, and his concentration is pretty good..."

Before Fang Ming got angry, Cui Ling finally put away the meaning of laughter and explained to Fang Ming seriously:

"The "Sitting and Forget Heart Sutra" is profound and pays more attention to fate in the dark. The first few layers are easy to learn but difficult to master. As long as you have experience and have enough internal skills, it is easy to break several layers in one day, but then you seem to encounter a huge bottleneck. Senior Sister Eighth and Junior Brother Fifteen once broke two levels in a day, but now they are stuck at the third level of concentration and cannot make progress..."

"What else!" Xiao Murong nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice: "I heard from my father that there was a genius in this sect who had practiced the fifth level of the Forgetful Sutra in one day. However, after that, he was trapped in this level and eventually died of depression..."

In terms of experience and insight, this little Murong, who is obviously the daughter of the elder, may be more than many senior brothers and sisters due to his family background and influence.

Fang Ming heard it and said to himself: "Okay, it turns out that I'm not a genius. Fortunately, I didn't show off too much before, otherwise I would have to be so embarrassed...'

"My junior brother and I are both leading the arts and apprenticeships. It's better to have a chance to have a few questions, how about it?"

Cui Lingyuan's little eyes turned around and finally made a suggestion.

"I can't ask for it, please show mercy to my senior brother!" Fang Ming also wanted to see his martial arts level in the main world, and agreed.

"Fighting again, it's so boring!" Xiao Murong yawned and did it freely among the flowers. His little hand unconsciously tore off the petals one by one.

"The judge's skills he passed down to my brother's family are also well-known in Minglun County!"

Cui Ling took out two judging pens made of mature copper from his arms, held them upside down, facing him with a blunt head to show his friendship.

"Yang Weiwu Hall, I have also admired the name of Daqi for a long time!"

Fang Ming vaguely had an impression that it was his memory of the predecessor of being a beggar. He heard that the entire martial arts hall suffered a great disaster later, and the young master disappeared.

After Cui Ling took out the judge's pen, the momentum on his body changed drastically, and his eyes shot out, piercing the acupuncture points in front of Fang Ming. The light was so strong that it even made Fang Ming feel a faint sensation of needle pricking on his face. He suddenly felt a sense of innocence in his heart, knowing that the other party's internal strength was profound and he was still above him.

"I only learned a few basic boxing techniques and superficial qigong. I learned it accidentally and could not get into the elegant hall. I would like to ask my senior brother to show mercy!"

Fang Ming showed the starting posture of Luohan Fist and emphasized Tao again.

"Of course, be careful..."

Cui Ling let out a long roar, and when the last word was still floating, his whole body suddenly pressed forward.

His body is rich and even bloated, but his light skills are extremely amazing, like a catkins and goose feathers swaying in the wind. The two judges took the key points on Fang Ming's chest straight.

"Good come!"

Fang Ming used the Arhat Fist to firmly protect his upper body. This was something he had already mastered. Zen Master Chengzhi had often dealt with him in the past. When he was facing the enemy, he had reached the point of being extremely familiar with him. At this time, the fist was so fierce that Cui Ling could hardly be approached.

"Good kung fu!" Cui Ling exclaimed and stopped holding back. The two judges' pens seemed to have two dragons going out to sea, with great power between dots, tiles, horizontally, vertically, and movements, and obviously they have already obtained the true teachings.

Xiao Murong glanced into the field and saw only a blue shadow stirring with two yellow dragons. The strong wind was forcing people and powerful.

Fang Ming became more and more surprised as he fought: "The other party was just the young master of the martial arts hall in a small county town. He was also in the second level of forgetting the realm. At most, senior sister Nangong and his friends had on-demand broadcasts for more than a year. They were so difficult to deal with. They worked hard in the world, and they really hid dragons and clenched tigers!'

Don’t you know that Cui Ling’s surprise was actually far greater than Fang Ming.

"I originally thought that the seventeenth junior brother was a disciple and had a few years less internal energy cultivation than me, so he should be easily defeated. Unexpectedly, he was so organized when he advanced and retreated. He was just like a famous teacher's teaching, and he could be considered a figure in the county town..."

After dozens of moves dismantled, Fang Ming let out a long roar, and the dragonfly slashed the water and lifted the vertical technique, and the several ups and downs had already retreated for a distance.

"Senior Brother Cui has profound internal skills and the judge's writing is exquisite. I feel ashamed of myself!"

"Where! Where! I'm just a few years older than you, and I have the advantage of internal strength!" The fat man Cui Ling put away the judge's pen, and there was a layer of fat on his round face, which obviously had been consumed lightly before.

"Xiao Shiqi, you have a good destiny. These sets of boxing and martial arts have a very foundation and are extremely solid..."

The two of them made friends and said some admiration to each other. It didn't take long to be as good as their own brothers.

Among them, Cui Ling is not the opponent of Fang Ming, a time-traveling old ghost, and has been trapped in a lot of news.

It was almost the same as he thought. When Cui Ling's martial arts school got into Feng Yu's head, he suffered a great disaster and escaped by chance. He was the same sickness and shared the same hatred of the enemy with Fang Ming. Therefore, his relationship was closer to other brothers at the beginning.

While he was familiar with it, Fang Ming quickly asked his question: "According to the views of his senior brother, how is my current skill in the world?"

"Is this?" Cui Ling touched her chin, as if thinking about how to answer.

"We brothers are actually in the stage of accumulating internal energy. We are considered acquired masters in the big fight. We can only compete with each other to know the best. However, I think my junior brother's martial arts are also considered a figure in Minglun County, especially at this age, which is even more rare..."

Fang Ming then asked, he thought that the great martial arts would be prosperous, and there should be any divisions such as the seventh and eighth levels of the acquired world, but he did not expect Cui Ling to give him this answer directly.

But if you think about it carefully, it is true that real martial arts are divided into the best and the worst in the fight. If you have to divide them by level, it will be very vague and chaotic and easy to make mistakes.

"The senior brother is not very clear about the matter here. However, Senior Sister Nangong knows a lot. You can ask her for advice!"

In the end, Cui Ling was forced to carry Nangong Qingcheng out.
Chapter completed!