Chapter 77 Bodhisattva Temple Becomes Shura Field

The basic diagram of the Green Snake Spear is very different from that of the White Ape Hammer, and the effect is almost the same.

Li Yuan, who has tasted the benefits of root bone modification, is somewhat eager to try it.

The importance of the root bone is self-evident. With the same martial arts and the same level of cultivation, a good root bone will have much better blood quality, blood recovery, and total blood volume.

Not only has this advantage not diminished after the promotion of internal strength, it has even increased.

The basis of internal energy is blood. Strong blood can nourish more pure internal energy. After the internal energy is exploded and consumed, the recovery speed will also be accelerated.

Li Yuan felt that this was probably the reason why Gen Gu was changed.

In his previous life, he suffered from spinal disease and lumbar disc herniation due to improper sitting posture all year round. Doesn't this also count as a bone change?

Li Yuan felt that his guess was correct, and he also knew why it was rare to hear of anyone changing their root bones.

In any martial arts, the time from Dacheng to Dzogchen is far longer than the time from beginner to Dacheng.

Zhang Ben is nearly seventy years old, and his hammering skills are only perfect. This is already quite diligent.

Li Yuan felt a little restless. No matter whether it was successful or not, he would definitely give it a try.

There is no threshold and no control conditions. You can bless a spear that is proficient in marksmanship. Then based on this, you can control a spear that is blessed with great achievements.

After that, you can naturally control the fundamental diagram of the Green Snake.

Li Yuan found this condition not difficult. There was no shortage of spears in the forging shop. He remembered that Wang Gong had one.

The hard part is...

Thinking about it in his mind, Li Yuan looked over.

This wooden plaque depicts the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva. On the other side, there are some fine words the size of a pinhole. The opening line is three slightly larger words:

The method of worshiping gods on the wooden sign was even more fragmentary than the fragments. Li Yuan even did not see the true method of practicing the exercises.

After just reading this sentence, Li Yuan couldn't help but frown.

There were no pile skills, no training techniques, just some methods of meditating and adjusting breathing, which looked quite strange and different from the martial arts he knew.

Li Yuan is very cautious.

Not only because of this fragment, but also because of the crazy and twisted appearance of Yu Zhen that I saw at the end.

He very much suspected that the reason why Yu Zhen became like that was related to this incomplete method of worshiping gods.

Li Yuan carefully threw the wooden sign into the incense burner, thinking about it in his heart, and gradually fell asleep.

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Thousand Eyes Bodhisattva Temple.

The strong smell of blood was not completely washed away by the heavy rain.

More than a dozen monks were picking up the corpses in the rainy night. Some were angry, some were sobbing. Suddenly, someone screamed and fell to the ground due to poisoning.

A big monk with a sinister face shouted loudly:

awful!

The great monk looked miserable.

That night, fifteen of their brothers died, most of them killed by the poison master, but he managed to escape!

His face twitched, and he looked fiercely at Wang Ding, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead in the rain.

The great monk turned around, looked at the empty hall, and rubbed his eyes:

The monks were furious and started searching.

After a while, several great monks hurried over from outside the courtyard gate, picked up Wang Ding, and dragged him to the backyard.

The empty-headed old monk was horrified, and a thought suddenly came to his mind:

In the rainy night, he exchanged dozens of moves with the poison master, and even though he had the upper hand, he still killed several disciples.

That man has already tempered his body, and he is only missing one middle-level martial arts skill from being strong.

Kill this person with a hammer?

Gaoliu County has no such hammer master!

The empty-top old monk frowned and waved his hands, carrying Wang Ding and walking into the backyard.

Under the eaves, Lu Yunqing stood with his hands behind his hands, looking out at the rain curtain. At this moment, he slowly lowered his eyes with cold eyes:

Thinking about the cruelty of the man in the rumors, the old monk Kongding felt a little frightened.

Lu Yunqing's face gradually darkened:

The empty-headed old monk was trembling:

Lu Yunqing paced, then suddenly looked back with a solemn expression:

The old monk Kongding hesitated.

Lu Yunqing slowly closed his eyes:

The old monk Kongding relaxed his frown:

Lu Yunqing's long breathing made even the old monk Kongding feel his body go cold:

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On a rainy night, corpses of men in black lay on the street. Han Chuijun slowly walked in circles, stroking the few beards on his chin and muttering to himself:

Han Chuijun seemed to have noticed something. He carefully looked at the injuries on the dead body and marveled:

Fighting with the Killing Hammer!

The first way to fight is to attack with soldiers!

Click!

In the night, there was thunder.

Under the bamboo hat, there seemed to be a flickering will-o'-the-wisp, and then, a strange laughter like a night owl sounded in the wind and rain.

On the long street, there seemed to be a strong wind blowing away the rain.

Taking a deep look at the dead body on the ground, Han Chuijun's eyes were cold and he didn't know whether he was happy or angry.

He reached out and took off the bamboo hat on his head. In the night rain, a cold light shone on the grimace mask. Han Chuijun was in pain.

He muttered to himself in annoyance:

boom!

There seemed to be thunder falling on the long street, and Han Chuijun's figure disappeared like a ghost, heading straight towards the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva Temple in the night rain with the lights dimmed:

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The sky has just dawned and the light rain has not stopped.

In the small courtyard, Li Yuan felt the wind and rain with his bare hands and feet.

The drizzle was continuous and dense, and when the wind blew, my whole body was soaked. My shorts and long hair were all wet.

Snapped!

Suddenly, Li Yuan's right shoulder shook, and the falling rain seemed to hit an invisible wall of air and exploded into water mist.

Snapped!

With this, Li Yuan's left shoulder also shook, and a piece of rain burst into pieces.

Right shoulder, left shoulder, elbow, neck, lower body, thigh, instep...

There was a clear and crisp sound like exploding beans, rising and falling one after another, forming a loose patch. Looking from a distance, Li Yuan was almost covered in mist.

After a while, the mist dissipated, and Li Yuan's face turned slightly pale, as if he had lost too much blood, but his eyes were bright.

Carrying the hammer back under the eaves, Li Yuan was still recalling the feeling of inner strength bursting out.

The ray of inner energy developed moves with the transportation of blood, and can only explode in places covered by blood.

He has developed a great circulation of Qi and blood, and his internal energy can burst out from anywhere except his head along with the blood Qi!

But if it is a small circulation, then it is only the limbs and waist and abdomen.

After swallowing a blood-accumulating pill, Li Yuan's face had a trace of blood.

He could feel the increase in physical strength, slowly but perceptibly, as if he had taken Baotai Yijin Pills.

After calming down for a while, his blood and internal energy recovered a little, Li Yuan reached out to touch the raindrops flowing down from the eaves.

boom!

The fine raindrops have exploded into mist before they even touch your fingers.

Li Yuan touched his face. It was true that the blood and qi were flowing onto his face, but the circulation of blood and qi did not cover his head and face.

Even if it was covered, he didn't dare to try.

Li Yuan pondered.

For more than half a year, he has been practicing this fighting hammer almost every day, but after getting started, his progress has become slower and slower, and he has achieved twice the result with half the effort.

Li Yuan, who had little knowledge of martial arts, couldn't judge, but there was nothing to practice at the moment, so he could only practice hard.

No matter what, it is much more reliable than the incomplete 'god worshiping method'.

Rubbing his face, Li Yuan felt more and more important that his mastership was important.

There is no systematic martial arts to learn, no one to give guidance, only half-guessing and half-trying, which is too painful.

Bitter.

After muttering, Li Yuan went back to the house and changed his clothes. He picked up a bamboo hat and took it with him when he went out, and walked slowly towards the forging shop.

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The light rain persists, and Gaoliu County is filled with water vapor and hazy fog.

There were few pedestrians on the road, and there were far fewer breakfast stalls. Li Yuan walked around several streets before he found one.

In the small shop, many people looked sideways, but after just a glance, they all lowered their heads, as if they didn't dare to look more.

Only the boss smiled happily and turned to urge the waiter.

Li Yuan was already used to it.

After practicing martial arts for nearly a year, he is no longer as thin as before. Although he is not strong, he is already somewhat capable and capable.

Li Yuan took a pair of chopsticks and was wiping them when he heard the discussion at the next table and couldn't help but glance at them a few times.

The man who spoke nodded to him and then continued:

The customers in the store looked over one after another, many of them surprised.

Thousand Eyes Bodhisattva Temple is an old temple that is older than Gaoliu County. It has always been very popular. There are dozens of monks in the temple, many of whom are successful in martial arts.

Moreover, he has close contacts with various forces in the inner and outer cities, so no one would dare to provoke them.

A customer came over and ordered a bowl of side dishes and a few steamed buns for the man who was talking.

The man took a sip of porridge and lowered his voice:

Many guests came over.

Li Yuan ate the buns and also took a look.

The man was shocked and frightened, and his hand holding the bun was trembling a little:

The man cursed and vomited repeatedly, and the pungent smell forced all the diners to cover their noses and retreat.

Li Yuan, who didn't care much at all, was shocked.

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Li Yuan was shocked by the news and doubtful about it.

He clearly remembered that Yu Zhen was chased by the great monks and fled in embarrassment...

After being stunned for a while, Li Yuan filled his stomach randomly. He was really curious and headed towards the inner city with his bamboo hat in hand.

The rain has not stopped yet, and the inner city is already crowded with people. Several streets outside the Bodhisattva Temple are even blocked.

The cries of many people could be heard from a distance.