To keep it simple, profound martial arts principles are often contained in a few sentences.
In just two hours, after experiencing the enlightenment, the barrier between the two of them suddenly opened, and they took a big step forward towards the door of martial arts.
The initiation of Tibetan secrets is a very sacred and solemn matter. Burigude only chose Fang Ming and Fang Wenqiang because their abilities were worthy of cultivation.
The two returned to the main hall, sighing and sighing. Zhu Xiaoyao was aggrieved by this: "Am I so unbearable?"
Fang Ming deliberately angered him, pretending to be profound and said: "The King of Dharma said that the Dharma should not be passed lightly. Little Demon Sister, please give me your condolences!"
"Hmph!" Zhu Xiaoyao raised her eyebrows. If she hadn't been afraid of the old bald donkey's magical powers, she would definitely break the statue of the Great Sun Tathagata in front of the temple.
Fang Ming passed her and walked to Zhihai. This guy was still confused.
The Dharma King Burigude used the supreme inner strength of Tantra and the magical power of Buddhism to interfere with Zhihai's mind. Fang Ming opened the chakra near Zhihai's Dantian according to the Mahamudra method legendary by the Dharma King, and Zhihai suddenly woke up.
"Wow!" Zhihai turned over and sat up, highlighting the congestion on his chest: "What an awesome bald guy!"
"You still call someone a thief and a bald man?" Fang Ming rolled his eyes at Zhihai angrily and said, "Zen Buddhism and Tantric Buddhism are both from the same lineage of Buddhism, why do you need to separate them from each other?"
"No, no!" Zhihai shook his head and said, "Tantrism is simply a heretic, and our Mahayana Buddhism is the truth of Buddhism."
What an arrogant monk. Fang Ming glanced at him and said, "He is a heretic, but I want to see how you subjugate demons!"
Thinking back to the horrific scene just now, Zhihai felt the cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
The opponent didn't even move his hands, but made himself unable to move. This guy Burigude's magical powers are amazing.
Zhihai became discouraged, but still refused to admit defeat: "Our Buddhism emphasizes convincing others with virtue, and convincing others with virtue!"
This guy is really good at blowing. He is obviously a dead duck, but his mouth is still hard.
Zhu Xiaoyao responded: "Then release your virtue as soon as possible, and let the Buddha's light shine everywhere."
Zhihai muttered something and walked out tiredly, as if all the bones in his body were falling apart.
The four of them returned to the yurt where they stayed. The weather on the grassland was sunny today, and it was a good day for horseback riding.
The four of them got excited and raced on the grassland, enjoying the sunshine of the grassland.
"Herodus!" Zhu Xiaoyao's horse suddenly neighed, its front hooves fell down, and Zhu Xiaoyao jumped out.
The nervous martial arts master rolled in the air at the critical moment and landed firmly on the ground. When he looked back, his horse's hoof sank into a pit.
This is a marmot hole. There are a lot of marmots on the grassland. You can see marmot holes everywhere, and you will fall into them if you are not careful.
Zhu Xiaoyao's horse could no longer be ridden. She laughed and suddenly rushed towards Zhihai.
Zhihai reined in the horse, raised its front hooves, and said in a panic, "What are you going to do?"
"Monk, lend me your horse."
"No!" Zhihai answered simply.
"Monk, monks are so compassionate. Where has your compassion gone?" Zhu Xiaoyao was reluctant. She stood in front of the horse's head and seemed to have eaten Dingzhihai.
Zhihai composed himself and said: "It is better to save others than to save yourself. The donor can do it for himself!"
Zhu Xiaoyao was deliberately trying to carry Zhi Hai up, so she flew up and sat right behind Zhi Hai.
The arms were wrapped around him, and the fragrance was secretly sent to him. Zhihai trembled like chaff, and his face was as red as a monkey's butt.
"Haha---" Fang Wenqiang laughed loudly and said: "Zhihai, you also have time to eat."
Zhihai's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted in a victim's voice: "No---no--!"
This is a typical line in a rape scene. Zhu Xiaoyao, no matter how thick-skinned, couldn't handle such an ambiguous line when it came from a monk's mouth.
"Little demon, don't embarrass the monk, come up!" Fang Wenqiang stretched out his hand, Zhu Xiaoyao took his hand, and with a little force, he jumped over.
Putting his arms around Fang Wenqiang, Zhu Xiaoyao smiled as brightly as a flower, more beautiful than the wild flowers on the grassland.
The three of them rode wildly, roaring and singing, enjoying the rare and pleasant time.
After riding for ten miles, we came to a hill.
Suddenly, the neighing of a strong horse came from above their heads. The three of them reined in their horses and looked up, seeing a woman in a red dress rushing down from the top of the mountain.
The woman has an oval face, long hair shawl, bright eyes, and a pair of huge silver earrings hanging on her ears.
The woman rushed down from the top of the mountain, as fast as an arrow. The three people turned the horses' heads, and the woman passed over, as strong as a prairie eagle.
The horse ran forward a few more steps, and the woman reined in the horse's head. Her big, gleaming eyes were charming. The corners of her mouth were raised high, and the woman looked at Fang Ming coldly and said, "Guests from far away, do you dare to compete with me?"
Fan?"
The women on the grassland are good at riding and shooting, and are tough by nature, but the woman in front of me does not look like a Mongolian.
Fang Wenqiang and Zhu Xiaoyao looked at each other warily. This woman came too suddenly, so they had to be on guard.
The woman laughed loudly, raised the riding crop in her hand and said, "There are so many of you, are you still afraid of a weak woman like me?"
A woman who claims she is a weak woman is not weak, and when she is fierce, she is like a bloodthirsty prairie wolf.
Fang Ming slowly reined in his horse and moved forward. The woman in red blinked her eyelashes at him, turned around and grabbed the reins.
The two of them held their breath and waited for the starting gun to sound.
"Bang!" Green smoke came out from the muzzle of the gun, and the white horse rushed out from the crotch of the woman in red at a speed that was staggering.
However, Fang Ming was a horse's head behind and immediately pursued him. The two started a fierce chase on the grassland and soon disappeared on the horizon.
The woman in red arrived suddenly, and Fang Wenqiang, Zhu Xiaoyao and others also followed behind.
After running about five miles, Fang Ming finally caught up with the woman in red.
"No more competition!" The woman in red slowly reined in the horse and let the horse catch its breath. She looked at Fang Ming with admiration and said, "Yes, you are worthy of being the young master of the Fang family."
Fang Ming raised his eyebrows with a sharp look: "Who are you?"
The woman in red did not speak. She glanced at Fang Wenqiang behind her and said with disdain, "Mr. Fang, are you so worried about me, a weak woman?"
"Weak woman? I don't think so!" Fang Ming smiled faintly. Judging from the skill of the woman in red, she has a certain level of martial arts.
"Here!" the woman in red took out a leather pouch from the back of the horse. Inside the pouch was fine mare's kumiss, which was fragrant.
The woman in red took a sip and threw the bag to Fang Ming.
Fang Ming was about to drink, but Zhu Xiaoyao stopped him.
"Haha---" The woman in red leaned back and laughed wildly: "A group of martial arts masters are facing a formidable enemy. Are they really afraid that a weak woman like me will be poisoned?"
Fang Ming smiled, and then he took a big sip.
The kumiss is as strong as a rushing river. It hits the throat and stomach with a burning sensation. After the strongness, it is followed by a light mellow aroma, which makes people feel refreshed.
"Good wine!" Fang Ming threw the skin bag back, and the woman in red smiled and said: "Mr. Fang's riding skills are good. I just want to see what the man who defeated my father looks like?"
Fang Ming searched hard in his mind, but there was no image of the woman in red. Stopping with silence was Fang Ming's usual method. When dealing with a woman, as long as you don't take the initiative to speak, she will always speak on her own.
Sure enough, the woman in red reined in her horse and moved forward, her graceful body leaning forward, smiling like a delicate spring flower: "Fang Ming, my name is Shi Yuan, and Shi Wenzhong is my father."
Shi Yuan is the only daughter of Shi Wenzhong. She has been strong and independent since she was a child. She went to England to study at Harrow School at the age of sixteen. She has been working in venture capital since she obtained a master's degree in finance from Cambridge University.
"Nice to meet you!" Fang Ming stretched out his hand, and Shi Yuan smiled and shook it with him.
"Miss Shi's equestrian skills are good." Fang Ming complimented.
"No way, Mr. Fang is too generous." As she spoke, Shi Yuan's body leaned forward a lot, and her big eyes shimmered, making people's hearts beat.
Fang Ming gestured backwards, and the three of them stepped back a lot. He and Shi Yuan walked side by side.
There was a slope in front of her. Shi Yuan rode up the hill, then dismounted and sat on the grassy slope.
"Sit!" Shi Yuan pointed to the ground with her left hand, and Fang Ming sat down as instructed.
"Mr. Fang, I think our two families should consider cooperation." Shi Yuan said calmly, as if the two of them were old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.
As expected of a child of a noble family, even very presumptuous words came out of Shi Yuan's mouth so naturally.