From NPC To Overlord

For the next month, Gu Chong's life was very regular. During the day, he cleaned the floor in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion and studied Buddhist scriptures at night.

In his spare time during the day, he would also go to Chuan Gongtang to learn the Tiger Demon Bone Refinement in Dachan Temple.

This is the most detailed bone-refining technique in the world, with a total of 206 hands, training 206 bones in the whole body.

There are two hundred and six bones in a human body, and other martial arts cannot be practiced one by one. Only Dachan Temple's "Tiger Demon Bone Refinement Boxing" can be practiced.

This set of kung fu is hard to find in the outside world.

It only took Gu Chong a week to learn a set of "Tiger Demon Refining Bone Fist".

After all, he only took a little time every day to go, otherwise he would be able to finish in one day.

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After cleaning the courtyard of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion as usual, Gu Chong wiped the sweat off his body and came to the dining hall.

"Junior Brother, your dinner!"

A huge monk with a fat head and big ears handed a wooden tray to Gu Chong.

"Thank you, brother!"

Gu Chong saluted.

There was very little food on the wooden plate, only one porridge and one dish.

Gu Chong seemed to be unaware, gulping down the food.

The first level of martial arts is to polish the flesh, pull out the tendons and long bones, and maintain the essence.

But no matter what, how did the spirit come from?

Gu Chong's incarnation of him and me has just started, and before it's time to drink dew, he naturally needs to take it from his meals.

And Dachan Temple prohibits eating meat, so what should we do?

Two words!

Medicated meal!

The monks who want to learn martial arts must take the herbal meal prepared by the pharmacists and monks of the Pharmacist King Buddha Hall every day in the first 100 days of foundation building to make up for the loss of their bodies. Instead, beat yourself up first.

Is it just the taste of this herbal meal... tsk tsk, just look at the expressions on most of the monks in the cafeteria.

After dinner, Gu Chong returned to the meditation room. He was a little novice. Of course, he was not living in a single room, but in a large shop. However, his companions had already known each other well, so he knew that he was going to meditate and practice, and no one came to disturb him.

Gu Chong sat cross-legged, his eyebrows lowered, like those old monks who meditated and recited sutras, and there was a hint of majesty on his face.

A trace of nasal vibrations emanated from his nostrils, which in turn drove the body's qi and blood to be transported and circulated endlessly.

In fact, this is also a kind of cultivation method in Dachan Temple. It adjusts the inner breath and activates the qi and blood by meditating.

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At Dawu Dachan Temple, Gu Chong lived a regular life of practicing martial arts during the day, cleaning the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, and studying Buddhist scriptures at night.

But now it's harder than ever.

In the past, he slept for two hours a day, that is, four hours.

Now he only sleeps one hour a day, plus a nap at noon.

Staying up all night to cultivate immortals every day, Gu Chong felt that he was about to have boundless mana.

If he has hair, it is estimated that the hairline is above his forehead.

His behavior of "devoting one's heart to Buddha" also deeply shocked the old monk Dezheng in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

In layman's terms, he has never seen such a hard worker!

It's just that the intensity is a bit high, and many old monks may not be able to bear it, let alone Gu Chong, a little novice.

He also persuaded Gu Chong to combine work and rest many times, but after a few times, seeing no effect, he gave up.

When Gu Chong's body can't stand it anymore, it is estimated that he will adjust his work and rest.

Ten days, one month, two months, three months, until after half a year, Gu Chong actually read nearly a thousand Buddhist scriptures. Basically, he has read some famous Buddhist scriptures in Buddhism, plus some less famous Buddhist scriptures. His Buddhist knowledge is comparable to those of the eminent monks who have been in the monastery for decades.

At this time, his every move carried a peculiar aura, which made people feel a sense of peace of mind, a kind of temperament of a Buddhist monk, if he put a few more ring scars on his head, put on a cassock and pretended to be a monk Absolutely no problem.

Gu Chong knew that his actions were all seen by De Zheng.

This old monk, Dezheng, has been paying more and more attention to him secretly recently, and he might be tempted to accept his disciples.

As one of the few outstanding monks of the Virtue generation in Dachan Temple, Dezheng has a high status. If he can become his disciple, he will undoubtedly be able to directly enter the core of Dachan Temple and get in touch with Dachan Temple's unique scriptures more quickly.

Although Gu Chong had this purpose in his heart, he was still calm on the surface, just doing his own thing, never trying to please anyone, but it alluded to "big wisdom is stupid", which made Dezheng even more impressive.

At four o'clock in the middle of the night, when he put the "Ksitigarbha Sutra" that he had just finished studying on the bookshelf, Gu Chong picked up a book that had accumulated dust in the corner for a long time.

Now most of the Buddhist scriptures on the first floor have been read by Gu Chong over and over again, and he did not swallow the dates wholeheartedly, but carefully and intensively read them word by word. The only remaining ones were the little-known scriptures that were eating ashes in these corners.

Gu Chong patted the dust on it, and saw that the cover was rotten and the words on the cover had turned into a black smudge. When he opened the book, the contents inside were only some ordinary Buddhist scriptures, which seemed to be no surprise. color.

However, when he picked up this book, Gu Chong always felt a little strange. The powerful innate spiritual sense told him that this book was not as simple as it seemed.

Gu Chong pondered for a while, and then misappropriated a trace of his spiritual sense into it.

Under the subtle observation of divine consciousness like electricity, the strands of divine power are like the most precise knife. What they see is not the surface text of the book, but the layers of space in the book are dissected.

Immediately, I saw a big Buddha on a page of a Buddha picture. The big Buddha just needs to look at it, and it reveals a rare artistic conception in the world, like the original face of all sentient beings in their previous lives.

kaka~

Under Gu Chong's gaze ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the giant Buddha instantly flew to ashes.

After the big Buddha shattered, the Buddhist book made a terrifying cracking sound, and immediately flowed out billowing scriptures:

"Vajra Prajna, the emptiness of all dharmas, neither arising nor perishing, neither filthy nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing, it is an empty dharma. It is not the past, nor the future, nor the present, and it goes straight to the other shore..."

After a long while, Gu Chong accepted these verses before he came back to his senses, and there was still shock in his eyes:

"This is the supreme heart method of the Great Zen Temple, the way of Mahavajra Prajnaparamita, the supreme secret leading to the other shore!"

Maha is infinity, Vajra is power, Prajna is wisdom, Parami is to the other shore...

Vajra Prajna Paramita means using infinite wisdom and power as a boat, which can transport all beings from this shore of life and death to the other shore of eternity and immortality.

Every 129,600 years in the Sun God World, the world will be destroyed and reborn.

Only by reaching the other side can we escape the fate of the world's extinction in the sea of ​​suffering.