The night became darker, and towering peaks exposed sharp tops in the dark. Wan Lin looked at the quiet mountains and explained in a low voice: "Internal strength emphasizes yin and yang, true energy is too yin and cold and too masculine,
It will affect the physical health of the practitioner and must maintain balance. Senior Changtian has a profound skill, so he should have long realized the disadvantages of being too masculine in his true qi."
As he said, he looked at the bright moon on the top of the mountain in the distance and continued, "The conditions of the Supernatural Temple are so difficult, but Master Changtian and others just don't leave the temple. Now it seems that they are reluctant to leave this temple.
Second, because they must stay away from the world and maintain a peaceful mind, use Buddha nature to suppress the violent qi in the true qi, and avoid being unable to control the true qi in their bodies due to emotional fluctuations."
Wan Lin said, looking at the two of them and said, "Master Changtian has such high skills but rarely appears in the world. I guess he has long realized the disadvantages of the internal skills of the Supernatural Temple. He is worried about encountering unfair things in the outside world.
, in the rage, he could not control his true energy, so he rarely came out of the mountain."
He then looked at Feng Dao again and said with some fear: "Old Feng, when you and I first entered the Spiritual Temple, the old senior was in a misunderstanding and had already raised his internal strength with all his strength. At that time, his breath was already in disorder.
, I almost got into a devil, now I feel a little scared when I think about it."
In the darkness, Feng Dao and Cheng Ru looked at each other when Wan Lin's explanation. Cheng Ru whispered: "Our knowledge of Chinese internal skills is too profound. If grandpa had not been able to understand the secrets, we would have broken our heads.
I can't figure it out."
Feng Dao also whispered: "The old senior was indeed in danger at that time. Fortunately, you had the cold martial arts of Xuanxu Temple. Alas, martial arts are endless. Compared with you, the skill between me and Lao Cheng is too far behind.
!” Cheng Ru also nodded deeply.
Seeing the two of them depressed, Wan Lin raised his hand and patted them on the shoulders and said, "Don't be too rude. Although martial arts are endless, your current kung fu is enough to kill any powerful enemy! As long as we
If you persist, your skills will definitely reach the depths of grandpa and Master Changtian. I went back to sleep. I was really sleepy. I chatted with Master Changtian all night last night."
The next morning, Wan Lin suddenly heard a low muffled groan in his sleep. He opened his eyes suddenly, turned over and jumped off the bed. He grabbed the sniper rifle leaning against the head of the bed with his right hand.
He stood in the dark, his eyes shining brightly, and he quickly glanced at Cheng Ru and Feng Dao who were still sleeping on the side bed. He leaned against the wall and looked out the window calmly.
Although he had returned home, this long battle and the profound skills he possessed kept him still in a combat state, and a little movement would wake him up from his sleep.
A series of thick breathing sounds were sounding from the dim courtyard, and grandpa's low voice also came from the dim: "Don't move, concentrate and calm your energy, and use your true energy to follow my true energy."
Wan Lin laughed when he heard his grandfather's voice. He bent down and gently put down the sniper rifle in his hand, walked out of the house with a slight foot, and then stood under the dim eaves and looked into the courtyard.
The sky in the east was slightly white, and there were only a few remaining stars in the night sky still flashing with faint starlight. The little monk closed his eyes and folded his hands together. He sat cross-legged in the center of the dim courtyard with a flushed face, with his head on his bald head
It was covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans, and it was obvious that it had fully lifted its internal strength.
Grandpa sat cross-legged behind the little monk, his palms pressed against the little monk's back heart. The old man's face looked very solemn, and a faint pink aura had wrapped the two of them.
Wan Lin saw the expressions of his grandfather and the little monk, and he hurried to his grandfather. Grandpa whispered: "Lin'er, I am guiding the true qi in Jingheng's body to flow. The true qi in this kid's body is extremely repulsive to external forces. I
To increase your skills, you can use the cold skills to protect his heart meridians."
"Okay." Wan Lin quickly sat cross-legged beside his grandfather. He took a deep breath, then pressed his right hand on the top of the monk's head, and a cold cold air flowed out of his hand.
In the sudden cold air, the monk shivered suddenly and his eyes opened in shock at the same time. Seeing Wan Lin sitting beside him, the boy quickly closed his eyes again, sat on the ground motionlessly and lifted his body with all his strength.
The true energy.
At this time, the door on the side of the living room also opened quietly, and the two masters appeared at the door. When Master Tianjue saw the three people sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, she quickly grabbed Master Nianci who was about to walk out.
Shaking his head too much, the two walked back to the room lightly. They already understood that the two ancestors and grandchildren of the Wan family were adjusting their inner breath for the little monk, and it was the most taboo to disturb outsiders at this time.
The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the blurry mountains have already appeared around Wanjia courtyard. As a rising sun rises from the top of the Dongfang Mountain, doors in Wanjia courtyard open one after another.
A group of leopard team members who were about to walk out of the room saw Wan Lin and the other three sitting cross-legged in the yard. Everyone stopped and looked at the yard quietly.
At this time, the red expression on the little monk's face had disappeared, and a stream of heat was gushing out of the boy's body. Only the chest and the head pressed by Wan Lin's palm were covered with a vast white mist.
Wan Lin's side was also covered with a cloud of white mist.
Cheng Ru and his group immediately understood when they saw the scene in front of them. The two masters of the Wan family, the old and the young, were cutting off essence and cleaning the marrow for the young monk and re-adjusting the route of the running of the true qi in the boy's body.
Wang Dali saw the white mist above the little monk's head and chest, and he widened his eyes and asked in a low voice: "Zisheng, why is there a ball of white air on the little monk's head and chest? What's going on?"
He has practiced hard skills since he was a child. Although he is practicing the internal skills of the Wan Family now, he is not like Wan Lin and Lin Zisheng, who know very little about the secrets of internal skills.
Lin Zisheng heard Dali's question and replied in a low voice: "I guess grandpa is using internal force to explore the meridians of the real qi in the little monk's body. Grandpa has strong internal force, so he is afraid of hurting the little monk, so he lets ten thousand heads
He mentioned the cold skills of Xuanxu Temple to protect the young monk's heart and assisted his grandfather to use his true energy to carry the young monk's true energy."
When Wang Dali heard Lin Zisheng's answer, he whispered in envy: "What a guy, Grandpa and Wantou two masters of internal skills assist the monk in improving their skills. This little monk has made such a great blessing in his cultivation in the Supernatural Temple!"
"Haha, then you can also go to the Supernatural Temple to be a monk? Grandpa and Wantou can also help you!" Yu Wen Yu, who was in the same room, laughed in a low voice.