I heard that in my next life I will be the World Destroyer

Chapter 34 Three Phases
Lin Bujia was taken aback, and quickly turned around and said, "I already have..."

Although Li Shoumen is his adoptive father, in fact, he has already been his master.

In this life, he will no longer regard others as his master.

Zhenxing shook his head, but said: "You don't need to be my apprentice, I have already accepted a disciple, and you don't want to be a monk even if you think about it."

"However, my disciple has a high spirit, and he doesn't want to learn my techniques, but only wants to learn my Buddhism."

He looked at Lin Bujia: "What about you, would you like it?"

"As long as you are willing to learn, I will teach you everything, without reservation."

"Although you are not my predestined person, you are the predestined person for this picture scroll. If I teach you, there will be no loss or loss."

The other party said so, and Lin Bujiao naturally couldn't refuse.

Otherwise it would be too ignorant.

"The junior must live up to the trust of the senior."

Lin Bujia's tone was firm, and he bowed to the truth, which was regarded as a half-teacher's gift.

The old monk stroked his long beard: "Hehe, good, good."

"I'll teach you the virtual secret technique first!"

Lin Buhua hurriedly concentrated on listening to the authenticity lecture.

Zhen Xing said: "This is simple based on the virtual secret technique, the most important thing is the word 'Qi'."

gas?
Lin Bujia was taken aback for a moment, and immediately thought of the Six Qi Sword that his adoptive father taught him.

The so-called six qi, in addition to the six changes of yin, yang, wind, rain, darkness, and brightness, also represent the six natural qi of heaven and earth that circulate between day and night, cold and heat.

But for Lin Bujia, he has never felt the existence of these so-called "Qi".

The wind is hot in summer and the wind is cold in winter.

Is there any reason in it that can't be figured out?

"The reason why the ancient immortal cultivators were called Qi refiners is because they found a way to use these emptiness."

Zhenxing pointed to Lin Bujia's dantian: "Get rid of the miscellaneous qi, leave the essence, and enrich yourself. This is cultivation."

"The reason why the heaven and the earth can be good is because Qi is flowing all the time."

"When the clear air rises, it becomes the sky; when the turbid air descends, it becomes the earth; when cold and heat meet, it becomes the wind; when the emptiness becomes reality, it becomes the cloud."

"Everything in this world is driven by Qi, and naturally, it also includes the spells of immortal practitioners."

The old monk's eyes flickered, and he drew circles with his arms: "If one day, you can take the energy of this world for yourself, as if commanded by your arms, then you will be this world!"

Lin Bujia seemed to understand but half understood: "But now I can only use the qi refined by myself, and cannot use the qi that exists naturally outside."

"And the secret technique of the senior is to allow me to use these qi, so that I can use my emptiness to control the wind?"

Zhen Xing smiled slightly, nodded and said: "A child can be taught."

Lin Bujia had a big headache: "Senior, isn't this too difficult? How can I feel this invisible energy?"

Zhen Xing said: "What's so difficult about this?"

"You forget that you are not in the outside world, but in the painting."

"Although it looks like the real thing, it's just a painting after all."

"The air outside is invisible, but the air in the painting may not be..."

The old monk stretched out his hand to hold it, and a whirlwind naturally condensed on the palm of his hand: "These flaws left by the brush strokes can just be borrowed to observe the flow of Qi."

"Look carefully, and come to me when you see the brush strokes."

Afterwards, Lin Bujia was sent to stand at the entrance of the cave to observe Qi.

He sat blankly at the entrance of the cave, looking at the turbulent clouds and lake water below, and fell into deep thought for a while.

strokes?

So there are still strokes in this world?
The young man worked hard, staring at all the places he could see, trying to find some clues.

He watched sitting, standing, lying down.

Run to the top of the mountain and stare at the sky, and stick to the ground and stare at the dirt.

At first, he felt dizzy watching it, but gradually, he became so mesmerized that he even forgot his original purpose in his heart.

Every slight change in those plants and trees made him feel extremely novel.

Time seems to become extremely slow in it.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Bujia looked at the mist floating on the lake.

Subconsciously, he put two fingers together on his hand, and gestured for the move of Yin Zhijian.

It turns out that those fogs gather and disperse at times, just like the gathering and dispersing of form and spirit.

Sometimes it breaks down but doesn't disperse, sometimes it condenses but doesn't gather together, which made him suddenly comprehend the essence of Yin Sword.

Kill its god, but preserve its form.

"laugh!"

Lin Bujia pointed and swiped, and a blade of grass next to him suddenly shook.

Immediately, it was as if the spine had been taken away, and the whole spine collapsed to the ground.

If you look closely, you will find that some of the main meridians that are hollow inside this grass have broken out of thin air!

Without support, naturally he can only fall to the ground!

But Lin Bujia was still immersed in his own world. After a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up, pointing to the mist in it.

"I found it! Senior, I found it! I saw it!"

He stood up abruptly.

Like a baby seeing the world for the first time, he opened his eyes wide and looked at every corner and detail.

This time, Lin Bujia really saw the countless strokes in his field of vision!
He realizes so clearly that the world is in the painting!

Lin Bujia stretched out his hand, and he could see the subtle gasification style passing through his palm.

Zhenxing came over and said in surprise: "Did you see it?"

He was really surprised this time, this kid's talent is not very good.

But comprehension, I am afraid that there is indeed something...

I'm afraid, even his unfilial disciple, who can be called a monster, can only bow down!
Lin Bujia nodded: "I saw it, senior, the world in this painting is really amazing!"

He murmured: "I don't know which great power it is that can create such a magical magic weapon."

Zhen Xing's expression suddenly subtly softened, and he said with a smile:
"In that case, I will teach you the formula."

After Lin Bujia wrote it down, he tried several times, and felt a soft warm wind suddenly gathered around him, and slowly lifted himself up!
The young man cautiously looked down, and saw that his feet were three inches above the ground, and he was overjoyed.

"Successful! This is the art of controlling the wind with emptiness!"

Lin Buhua really realized the real difference of this secret technique, it does not consume one's own true energy!

However, when Lin Bujia perceives the existence of those brushstrokes for a long time, he will feel dizzy and still have great limitations.

Only fly up about a cup of tea time.

According to the truth, this duration is related to the strength of the soul.

But even so, Lin Bujia was already very satisfied.

You know, Pingxu Yufeng is a spell that can only be mastered at the golden core stage, and now he has jumped three major realms and mastered it in advance.

Lin Bufu bowed to Zhenxing from the bottom of his heart: "Thank you, senior!"

Zhenxing smiled and said: "I see that you are full of energy and blood, most likely you are training your body now."

Lin Bujia nodded: "Yes."

Zhen Xing said: "In this way, I will teach you a body training exercise first, which will be very beneficial to your current practice."

He waved out a book of exercises with a dark yellow cover.

"This is the "Miaofa Heart Forging Vajra Repelling Demon Sutra". If you practice it to the extreme, you can be as incorruptible as a vajra, but the process is a little painful."

"As long as you can persevere, you must be the best in physical training."

As Zhen Xing said, he suddenly let out a loud shout, demonstrating the effect of this exercise.

"Drink-"

I saw that the thin old monk suddenly swelled by nearly half a foot, the muscles all over his body were knotted and bulging, his skin and flesh were faintly blackened like steel, and the energy and blood in his body roared, making the sound of tigers and leopards.

He was wearing cassock, staring angrily, and even the air was slightly distorted with his gaze.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

What's even more frightening is that behind the true nature, two smaller heads have grown out of the trapezius muscle!

One has a round face with extremely long earlobes like the face of a Buddha, the other has a green face with long fangs and red eyes like a demon!

Put it together with the head of the old monk himself.

Impressively, there is a merciful Buddha image, an angry Vajra image, and an extremely evil demon image.

"boom!"

The old monk punched casually and hit the nearby stone wall, creating a huge hole.

The entire cave was shaken, and powder rustled down.

Lin Bujiao was dumbfounded, and subconsciously took half a step back.

He looked at the monster-like old monk with three heads growing out in front of him, and his brain turned half a beat slower.

This exercise... is there something wrong?
(End of this chapter)