After listening to what Yan Luo said, Tang Mang was shocked and said: "So strong! But why is it a Buddhist secret? Also, aren't you an ancient demon sage? How can there be a Buddhist secret, and it is still a secret that has not been passed down!?"
Yama laughed strangely and said: "Hey, you only know one, but not the other. Back then, in addition to being a demon saint, I also had a resounding name."
"What's your name?" Tang Mang became curious.
"Gah, how about the Thief Saint Yama, are you domineering?" Yama said proudly.
Tang Mang's mouth twitched slightly, and he said funnyly: "The Saint of Thieves? Isn't this just a thief?"
"F*ck, you actually compare me to someone as lowly as a thief?"
Yama was obviously angry.
Tang Mang hurriedly apologized: "Okay, I was wrong. You are a thief, a hundred times, a thousand times more powerful than a thief."
After speaking, he asked: "By the way, was ancient Buddhism very powerful?"
"Of course it's awesome! To tell you the truth, ancient Buddhism is just a collective name for countless Buddhist sects. Each Buddhist sect is very powerful. Some super sects have hundreds of millions of disciples, and their incense is burning all over the world!"
Yama Luo sighed.
Tang Mang was dazzled when he heard this, and suddenly said: "I always hear you talking about the heavens and the worlds? What exactly are the heavens and the worlds?"
Yama explained: "Let's put it this way, there are countless other worlds like yours in Longyuan Continent in heaven and earth. Together, these worlds are collectively referred to as the heavens and the worlds."
"What!" Tang Mang was shocked all over.
Yan Luo said contemptuously: "You are really ignorant, why are you so surprised? To be honest, your Longyuan Continent is nothing more than a small world. Moreover, your world seems to have been sealed by great masters with great magical powers, so that the vitality of the world is thin.
So pitiful."
After speaking, he continued: "Boy, your cultivation level is too low now, so don't ask more questions. Listening too much will be detrimental to your cultivation."
Tang Mang understood that the more he knew, the more insignificant he felt. This undoubtedly hurt people's confidence, so he didn't ask any more questions and urged: "Then teach me Fu Ming Wang Fist quickly."
"good."
Yama said solemnly: "Relax now and don't resist. I will teach you the secret technique of projection of the Fudo Mingou Fist."
Tang Mang didn't answer, but just relaxed as he was told. Then he felt a strange energy enter his mind, and then a picture of a villain boxing appeared in his mind.
The villain is wearing a tattered cassock, less than five feet tall, but extremely strong. He has a bald head, his left eye is narrowly closed, and his lower teeth bite his upper lip. His appearance is extremely fierce and makes people shudder.
Bang bang bang...
Suddenly, the villain sank slightly, then walked around and began to punch.
Each punch was not very fast, but it could produce explosive force. One punch after another, the speed became faster and faster, and the continuous high-speed strikes caused the terrifying power to surge out, and Tang Mang couldn't help but hold his breath.
In his own consciousness space, Tang Mang is the absolute master. His mind wanders around and he can watch the villain boxing from various angles.
The more he watched, the more shocked Tang Mang was, and he said secretly: "This Fudo Mingwang Fist is really magical! With my understanding, I can't see the artistic conception contained in it at all!"
As the villain's speed became faster and faster, Tang Mang had to concentrate to remember the villain's boxing moves.
…
After drinking tea, the villain disappeared. Tang Mang retreated from the conscious space and frowned: "Yam Luo, this Fudo Mingwang Fist seems to be incomplete."
"Of course it's incomplete. Do you think I can really steal the untold secrets of Buddhism?"
Yan Luo snorted and continued: "The complete Fudo Myoyo Fist has a total of seven, seven and forty-nine styles. It is said that if you practice it to the extreme, you can develop the golden body of Fudo Myoou. When the time comes, your physical body will be tyrannical and powerful, and you can punch at will
, with the power of millions, a punch with full strength can weigh over tens of millions of pounds."
"So terrifying!" Tang Mang was stunned.
"You brat, the Fudo Myoou Fist I passed on to you was stolen from a Buddhist disciple. Although it is incomplete, it still has ten moves. If you can master the ten moves, no matter how strong your body is, this power will
It can definitely exceed 100,000 jins!”
After Yan Luo finished speaking, he suddenly smiled: "But if you want to practice these ten postures of Fudo Mingwang Fist, you need super understanding. Well, in the words of the bald people in ancient Buddhism, you must have the root of wisdom. Without this thing, you
If you can practice the seventh and eighth poses, you’ll be done.”
"No matter how difficult it is, I will never give up."
Tang Mang gritted his teeth and said.
After secretly observing Tang Mang for half a year, Yan Luo knew Tang Mang's stubborn temper and did not attack him. He smiled and said: "I wish you success."
"I will definitely succeed."
Tang Mang nodded, and then asked: "By the way, Yama, have you practiced Fumo Mingwang Fist?"
"I, ahem, I practice cultivation, but..."
When Yama said this, he stopped talking.
"Just what?" Tang Mang asked.
Yama was silent for a moment and hummed: "It's nothing, it's just that this Fudo Mingwang Fist is not suitable for me."
Tang Mang smiled and said nothing, knowing that Yama probably hadn't practiced a few moves of Fudo Mingwang Fist, so it was hard for him to say anything.
Yan Luo seemed to have guessed Tang Mang's thoughts, and said angrily: "You brat, when you start practicing Fu Ming Wang Fist, I'm afraid you won't be able to laugh anymore."
After that, he told Tang Mang some of his experiences in practicing Fudo Mingwang Fist.
After Tang Mang listened, he began to think deeply.
Gradually, he gained a better understanding of Fudo Myoōken.
Tang Mang was deep in thought, but Yama Luo seemed to be in some danger and cursed: "Damn it, the magic bead has started to cause trouble again."
Tang Mang recovered his thoughts and hurriedly asked: "What happened?"
For a long time, Yama Luo didn't respond at all.
Tang Mang understood that Yama was probably resisting the devouring of the magic bead. After shouting a few more times but getting no response, he sat down cross-legged and kept recalling the villain's boxing moves in his mind.
In fact, there was no need for Tang Mang to remember, he only needed to move his mind, and the next moment the villain from before would clearly appear in his consciousness and start to punch the Fudo Mingou Fist.
Keep watching, just like Yama said, this incomplete set of Fudo Mingou Fist only has ten postures, and the villain will disappear on its own after completing the tenth posture.
Tang Mang tried one after another, and it was always like this.
"It seems there are really only ten moves!"
Tang Mang sighed and didn't think much about it. He watched the villain boxing and made deductions.
However, the moves of the Fudo Mingou Fist became more complex as they progressed, and contained more mysterious artistic conceptions. Even though Tang Mang was extremely talented, he had no clue after watching it for a long time.
"No matter, let me practice first."
Tang Mang shook his head, stood up, and immediately began to perform the first move of Fudo Mingwang Fist.
The first form is very simple, just step and punch.
However, Tang Mang got into a good stance, stepped forward and punched, but it was no different from an ordinary punch, nothing special.
"what happened?"
Tang Mang frowned slightly, and then thought of something: "By the way, Yama said that to practice Fufu Mingwang Fist, you must have an empty mind and no distracting thoughts."
Thinking of this, Tang Mang stood where he was and recited the Great Freedom and Pure Heart Mantra.
The Great Self-Pure Heart Mantra can not only erase pain, but also bring people into a state of transcendent peace.
Not long after, Tang Mang stopped reciting the Great Freedom Pure Heart Mantra. Maintaining this state of peace, with no distracting thoughts in his heart, he punched out according to the first form of the Fudo Mingwang Fist.
It was also a step forward punch, but it was completely different from before. Tang Mang's face suddenly changed wildly after he punched, and he felt that there were many hallucinations in his mind, and four huge and ferocious demons were constantly biting his soul.
Suddenly, indescribable pain came, and Tang Mang almost screamed, but soon he concentrated his attention and recited the Great Freedom and Pure Heart Mantra.