The best fighter in the world taught himself how to fight. What else could Chen Yi be dissatisfied with? He finally felt that this world was actually very interesting. Although he was often shocked, there were always unexpected gains.
Wukong took a breath and punched out. Sound.
Chen Yi asked strangely: "What are you doing? Can you beat someone so lightly?"
Wukong raised an index finger and shook it in front of his face. He looked at Chen Yi with some compassion, then pointed his index finger forward and said, "Look over there."
Chen Yi followed Wukong's finger and looked forward. In front of him was a huge stone. There was nothing surprising about this. As soon as Chen Yi finished thinking about it, the stone collapsed, as if the stone was made of flour. It collapsed to the ground.
It turned into powder. Chen Yi's eyes immediately straightened.[
Wukong clapped his hands and said casually: "Why are you making so much noise when fighting? Dogs that can bite can't bark. Oh, I'm a monkey, and monkeys that can bite can't make a sound either.
Remember, the more casual an attack is, the more concealed it is and the more powerful it is. When others think your attack is powerless, your attack is more likely to be effective."
"Haha, this is just a black stick."
"It's very vivid. What I'm good at is fighting black sticks. When it comes to fighting, I don't care if I win. I don't care about those flashy things." Wukong said.
"But how do you send out your strength? I don't know how to do that," Chen Yi said embarrassedly.
"Oh, right, how could I forget that you don't even know the basics?" Wukong suddenly realized.
Chen Yi had black hair and felt ashamed of being looked down upon by others.
Wukong didn't mean to despise him, and said quickly: "It's actually very simple to generate power. You usually guide the vitality of heaven and earth into your body. Now you only need to guide the vitality of heaven and earth out of your body, and then you will have power."
"How to guide?"
"Be careful. What do you do with such a powerful consciousness?"
Chen Yi breathed in calmly, and the energy of heaven and earth merged into his body, and he punched out, making a sound. He imitated Wukong, raised a finger, pointed forward, and pointed at a intact boulder. Wukong had a calm face and hummed: "You
Go and see for yourself.”
Chen Yi ran towards the boulder and patted it, thinking that the stone would collapse. However, his expectations were in vain. The boulder was still in good shape when he patted it again. Chen Yi was so angry that he kicked it over.
The Buddha's body was born without any damage, but pain is unavoidable.
Chen Yi walked back dejectedly, lowering his gaze, not daring to look at Wukong.
Wukong said: "You can't do it like this. You have to block and compress the vitality first, and then release it all at once. The more you suppress it, the greater the power."
Chen Yi's eyes lit up, and he really blamed Wukong in his heart.
Chen Yi inhaled, poured in the vitality of heaven and earth, and then used his spiritual consciousness to compress the vitality of heaven and earth into the veins of his palms. His Buddha body was different from ordinary people and could hold much more vitality than others. This compression made him feel
My hands felt a little heavy.
Chen Yi punched, and his consciousness suddenly relaxed, as if a hole was opened in a balloon, and the compressed vitality rushed out. The outgoing vitality moved the air, and a strong wind immediately blew up. However, the wind was strong, but it blew out all at once.
Let's go. The huge boulder on the opposite side is standing there, and there is no movement at all.
Chen Yi was worried, but he didn't dare to walk over rashly, let alone imitate Wukong's finger arrogantly.
Wukong sighed, feeling like he hated iron for not being able to become steel, and said: "It's still not right. The vitality spurts out from the hand, but there is no control. It's like an arrow, you don't know where it will fly after it is sent out. I don't know where it will go.
The reason why I can hit the boulder with one punch is because I put my spiritual consciousness on my vitality, and after the vitality is released, I can still control it."
Chen Yi looked at Wukong and finally couldn't help but said: "You monkey head, can't you finish what you have to say? How did you become such a teacher?" [
Wukong laughed and said, "You are angry. Now you look like you are fighting. If you lower your eyebrows and obey your eyes, why are you fighting? Come again."
Chen Yi punched out angrily, splitting half of his spiritual consciousness and attached it to the vitality of heaven and earth. With his spiritual consciousness, he easily controlled the flying vitality of heaven and earth, so the punch hit naturally.
Wukong shouted happily: "Yes, that's it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the stone collapsed and turned into a pile of powder.
Chen Yi waited for the flying consciousness to come back, then he jumped up happily and shouted: "That's right, that's right. Wukong, you are such a good teacher."
"You used half of your consciousness to achieve such an effect, what's so funny about it. Don't be proud, don't be proud." But Wukong became serious.
Chen Yi didn't care about Wukong's suppression and still smiled. Wukong continued: "Actually, this principle is the principle of practicing power control. No matter what kind of magic, it is inseparable from the control of vitality by spiritual consciousness. The greater the control of spiritual consciousness over vitality.
The higher it is, the more spells you can use."
As he spoke, Wukong took out the embroidery needle from his ear, and when he shook it in the wind, the embroidery needle turned into a stick, which was the Ruyi Golden Cudgel. Wukong said: "This golden cudgel can become bigger or smaller.
It is also because this golden cudgel has the ability to control the vitality of heaven and earth and condense the vitality into physical objects."
"The Golden Cudgel also has spiritual consciousness?"
"Why not? The power of the divine consciousness of such heaven and earth divine objects is far beyond our imagination. However, the divine object recognizes its owner, but will not take the initiative to attack people. If I stimulate its divine consciousness, it will also attack."
, Wukong twisted the stick in his hand into a stick flower.
When Chen Yi listened to Wukong's explanation, he thought of the Heavenly Tears Stone on his body, and his spiritual consciousness couldn't help but want to sneak into the Heavenly Tears Stone to find out.
Tianleishi seemed to be awakened by him and cursed: "What are you doing? Just believe what the monkey says. I'm just a rock and won't attack. Don't bother."
"Damn, what can you do? Are you showing weakness like this? It's so embarrassing," Chen Yi said angrily.
"Huh, I know a lot, I don't want to chat with you. I want to sleep. If you have time, why don't you ask the monkey head to ask about the Jue Xing Stone?" After Tian Lei Shi finished speaking, he stopped talking.
Chen Yi estimated that the Heavenly Tears Stone would not pay attention to him today, so he cursed in his heart, and suddenly said to Wukong: "Wukong, why don't you ask your Jue Xing Stone and see what he can do?"
Wukong held the golden hoop in his hand and felt that his image was glorious. When Chen Yi asked, his momentum immediately weakened. Wukong whispered: "This Jue Xing Stone was born with me, but I don't know what it can do.
I don’t dare to ask.”
Chen Yi was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that Great Sage Wukong would have such a moment. Suddenly, several chuckles came from the Sky Tears Stone.
"Brother Chen, you can control your vitality, and you can change it once you get to an advanced level. Do you think?" Following Wukong's words, a pine tree appeared in front of Chen Yi, with green needles, ancient and vigorous. But Wukong disappeared.
Chen Yi immediately realized that this was Wukong's transformation technique. The book said that Sun Wukong had seventy-two transformations, which was indeed true.
I know in my heart that this transformation technique may require a huge amount of spiritual consciousness to control the vitality, and I may not be able to reach that level for the time being. This Wukong is just changing to make myself envious, or to stimulate myself.
Chen Yi had a thought in his mind, and suddenly pointed at the tree and shouted loudly: "You are a monkey, you are showing off, you will cause me many troubles in the future, and bring harm to the master. That's it, just leave."
"Ah?" With an exclamation, the tree shook, but turned back into Wukong's true form. Wukong was extremely surprised and asked, "How do you know this? This is how my master drove me down the mountain."[
Amitabha, Chen Yi secretly recited the Buddha's name, but he didn't expect that his idea struck the same rhythm as what Wukong had experienced. The things written in that book, whether true or false, became more and more mysterious.
Thinking about this, I really don’t know how to tell Wukong about it, and I feel a little embarrassed on my face.
But suddenly a voice said loudly: "That's because this bald man has read Journey to the West." Then a burst of hearty laughter came.
The two of them turned around and saw that it was Erlang Shen Yang Jian.
Chen Yi was surprised and happy. He stepped forward to hold Yang Jian's hand and asked, "Why are you here?"
Yang Jian patted Chen Yi's hand and said: "We have been waiting for you for a long time and have not returned. We thought Samantabhadra had imprisoned you, so we went to Mount Emei together to rescue you."
A group of people came out of the woods behind Yang Jian. Zhang Xuan, Huang Shen, Xue Tao, Luo Lin, and many people they didn't know looked at Chen Yi together, smiling or not.
Wukong put away his stick and came over to pat Yang Jian on the shoulder.
Chen Yi suddenly felt very warm in his heart. What's wrong with having such a good friend in life?