My Past Life Simulator Chapter 517

  One of the highest-standard rooms in Bufa Temple, which belongs to the residence of outstanding disciples. He Zhao held up the three Gabala Spiritual Bone Rosary Beads with one hand, and shouted softly like an evildoer offering sacrifices to evil gods.

"please."

   Just spit out two words, the rest of his words choked in his throat. For the time being, I haven't figured out which one of the seven general skills should be used as the starting point.

  ' "Vajra Chung" is crossed out. Its preconditions are "Vajra Lock" and "Vajra Shrinking", which are two types. "Aquarius Qi" must also be crossed out. Its pre-existing general exercises are: "Forty-six Boxing of Vajrayogini", "Fourteen Tones", "Voice Movement", and "Four Tones Resonance".

  In this case, only "Kundaliya Ding" is left. After all, there is only one kind of pre-work method "Guangyintian". Get it done, you can smoothly enter the practice of "Kundalini". '

   Having made up his mind, he continued.

   ".My "Guangyintian", upgrade to the limit of what you can do."

  After the voice fell, I was stunned for a long time without any reaction, as if the Gabala spiritual bone rosary in my hand was fake.

"what happened?"

  He patted three rosary beads engraved with different Sanskrit characters, with a confused expression on his face.

"Well, I can't even complete one of the seven major universal exercises, thanks to the fact that I didn't directly try the "Grand Vajra Yogini Practice Method." Sitting back on the chair, I stroked my chin and thought about whether I missed something. Causes the Spirit Bone Rosary to fail.

   "The first possibility is to travel through the space-time tunnel, making it impossible to use the power of the rosary. The second possibility is that my wish is too high, so the rosary cannot be done."

  Compared to the first one, the second one is obviously easier to experiment.

   "If it is impossible to improve directly, don't you want me to practice hard every day?"

   "No, change the way of thinking. Since there is no way to improve in one go, can you help me. For example, give me some ideas for practicing "Guangyintian" or something like that."

  Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Snapped!"

  He slapped his palms, and his emotions became excited again.

"Yes!"

  He has the great method of reversing files. As long as he can endure loneliness, one day can be used for 10,000, 100,000, or 1 million years. In addition, the Gabala Spiritual Bone Rosary provides ideas for cultivation, even if it is a pig, after 10,000, 100,000, and 10,000,000 years of repetition, it can still achieve perfection and even surpass the creator.

   "Done."

  Stand up straight, hold up the three rosary beads in your hand.

   "Please provide me with some ideas for practicing "Guangyintian"!"

   "Om—"

  The three Gabala spiritual bone rosary beads suddenly burst into cracks like spider webs, and then a gust of wind blew in the room, smashing them into a puddle of bone powder.

   Then, a large amount of information poured into his mind continuously. Fortunately, he has strong mental power and strong willpower. Hard to resist, as if prying open the skull, stuffing things inside the pain, swelling, bursting feeling.

   After a long time, he shook his head, raised his right hand and gently tapped his temple.

   "So I smell."

  For about ten minutes, close unknown scriptures.

  Through the Buddha's chanting, he completely restored his mental state not long ago.

   "It's really convenient."

   I have to say that the scriptures helped him a lot.

   "Having said that, I never imagined that there would be so many ways to practice "Guangyintian". If there is no Gabala spirit bone rosary, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the way for a while."

  The eleven books Bechava gave were all printed versions, without any annotations, explanations, or mentions of some cultivation methods and so on.

   Guessing, the real good things are all in the minds of the seat lord and the French king.

  If you want to practice well, you must ask for advice.

   "Hey, who am I? Don't ask for help in anything! Just wait and be surprised." He Zhao muttered as he walked to the window, looking at the sunset that was about to end, he thought about it.

   "Rewind."

  First reset the three Gabala Spirit Bone Rosary Beads with incredible power.

   After returning to the previous point in time, he muttered to himself.

   "Tomorrow, tomorrow morning."

  At night, some people slept soundly, and some people lit lamps and boiled oil overnight.

  Anyway, ninety-nine percent of young novice monks won't put down the books after obtaining high and general skills.

   It's not surprising. Since he passed the five-theory assessment at a young age, it proves that his self-control is not bad, and he has a clear goal in mind, so he can do things with half the effort.

  The next day, Suo Lang got up sleepily under the spiritual suggestion, and two young monks aged 15 and 16 were waiting outside the door early. Hearing movement in the house, he knocked on the door and said hello politely.

  Hearing the sound of entering, Fang pushed the door and entered, waiting for the outstanding disciples to dress and wash.

   After eating a large bowl of ghee, he threw the empty bowl on the tray, and he waved his hand to signal the two of them to back off.

  The two young monks retreated, and the child opened the window, looking at the rising sun and the misty scenery.

  "According to the information provided by the rosary beads of Gabala spiritual bones, if you want to cultivate into the smog phase, it is best to use "Guangyin Tian" to store the great solar purple energy when the sun just rises."

   This stage corresponds to the smoke phase.

If you don't use "Guangyin Tian" to gather the purple energy of the big sun, you have to use the anxious energy of the scorching sun at noon, or the twilight energy of the sunset in the western mountains, to practice the first phase of "Kundalini Meditation": smoke, dare not say It must fail, but it must be extremely difficult and run counter to the smoke.

  Even if the practice is successful, it will inevitably reduce the level of "Kundaliya Ding" from high-level skills to general skills, and it may even become worse.

   "Archive!"

  The voice fell, and the third star point archive in my mind was broken, and a brand new star point was re-condensed.

  Sit cross-legged on the bed, place your hands on your lower abdomen, and cross your left and right hands.

   "Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo"

  Rhythmic breathing came from the nasal cavity, and the abdomen was like thunder, making a booming sound.

   Wisps of purple breath visible to the naked eye flowed out from the fiery red sun that was about to rise in the skyline, penetrated layers of clouds and mist, and entered the nostrils.

  With the passage of time, one strand, two strands, three strands, until ten strands, it slowly ends.

   "Sure enough, my talent is indeed only slightly better than ordinary novice monks."

  According to the information given by the Gabala Spirit Bone Rosary, the first time a top talent practiced "Light Sound Heaven", the number of strands could reach a hundred strands. Of course, it's not that there is no minimum, even a single strand is enough, which proves that one can cultivate.

   "When the sun rises, the best purple air, the best time, is only ten minutes. I have one wisp per minute, and others have ten wisps per minute, which is ten times the difference."

   But it's okay, who made him a poor comparison?

   "Rewind!"

   After speaking, the world suddenly came to a standstill, and the surrounding scenery quickly reversed.

  He returned to the moment when he absorbed the purple energy of the sun ten minutes ago.

   "With Dafa backing up, let alone a hundred strands in ten minutes, a thousand strands, ten thousand strands, a hundred thousand strands, or a million strands in ten minutes are not a problem."

  At the same time, I made up my mind, don't worry about practicing "Kundaliya Meditation" for the time being, and try a little bit, so that I can hold the limit of the purple energy of the day.

  The information in the mind indicates that as long as the big day purple energy can reach the standard of 10,000 wisps, it can decide whether to launch an impact on "Kundalini Ding·Smoke Phase".

   "If I don't follow the minimum standard, if I can only get ten strands of talent a day, it will take a thousand days, almost three years. How many three years can a person have in his life.

  Some novice monks want to continue to accumulate knowledge, but they can't afford the time, and the temples can't afford to wait either. Unless, the talent is extraordinary. Having said that, if one is extremely talented, after three years, one hundred thousand wisps might be accumulated early. "

  No one has tried it before. They have been accumulating the Great Sun Purple Qi. After the accumulation reaches the limit, what will happen to the smoke phase.

  In the final analysis, dying is only the most basic state of "Kundalini", which wise person would delay himself by destroying his future?

  Luke is a dull person, and he would not do such unreliable things.

  However, it is different now, there is a man with a golden finger, who intends to do it, looking for excitement.

   "Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo"

  Ten wisps of the Great Sun Purple Qi have been absorbed, and twenty wisps have been accumulated in two retracements.

   "Rewind."

  The world suddenly paused, and the surrounding gold quickly retreated.

  Third time. Fourth time. Fifth time.

  100th, 1000th, 10,000th time

  100,000th, 1,000,000th, 10,000,000th.

  After a full 10 million retracements, he finally reached the limit.

  The skin on the whole body is purple, and the eyes of the whole person are like a pair of rising purple suns.

   "100 million strands, the limit."

  He stretched out his hand to pick up the three Gabala spiritual bone rosary beads, and said.

   "Please tell me the idea of ​​​​cultivating the smoke phase."

   "Kacha—"

   There was a slight shattering sound, and then the three Gabala spiritual bone rosary beads shattered and turned into three groups of powder.

  A stream of unfamiliar information poured into the brain continuously.

   After a while, I just gave up.

   "Hand holding lotus."

  He held his hands in the palm of his hand and raised them high above his head.

  In the next second, countless big sun and purple air surged up.

   Thus, a purple sun the size of a human head was born from the hands.

   "Swallow the sun with your mouth."

   Lift your head, open your mouth, and drop your hands.

  The purple sun, the size of a human head, naturally descended slowly, and then sank into his mouth.

   Like hot magma entering the abdomen, the domineering heat runs through the whole body.

  A large amount of smoke overflowed from his seven holes.

   After a while, the room was filled with fog.

  With one breath, everything in the room is reduced to ashes.

  The little novice monk who had been guarding outside all the time saw in a blink of an eye that the house of the new outstanding disciple of Bufa Monastery disappeared in an instant, leaving only ashes.

  The expressions of the two of them suddenly changed, and they thought something was wrong in their hearts, someone assassinated the outstanding disciple.

  Just as they were about to open their mouths and scream to attract the attention of others in the temple, they rushed into the smoke regardless of the danger, risking their lives to save Suo Lang.

  A short figure swaggered out of the smoke.

   "Don't bark, I'm fine. I'm just practicing. I accidentally ruined the room."

What.

   Accidentally destroy the house.

   Just kidding, this house of yours was built according to the owner's specifications. The average mage exhausted his whole body, and I am afraid that it can only shake off some dust.

  How powerful should the kung fu be, so that it can be directly burned to ashes without paying attention?

  Seeing that the two were puzzled, He Zhao didn't bother to explain, so he simply went back to the file.

  The world pauses and reverses rapidly.

   Return to the moment when you absorbed the purple energy of the sun.

   "Smoke phase, powerful."

  He believes that the smog form he cultivated is the real smog form.

  Inside Bufa Temple, those people with 10,000 or 100,000 strands are just superficial.

   Only get the shape, but not the spirit.

  My mind is full of quick success, looking forward to the impact of the sun and fireflies, and not paying attention to the smoke.

   "It's no wonder that when they have cultivated to the Yang Flame Form, their shots are a little threatening. Only when they have reached the third level of the Firefly Form, their attack power becomes swift and violent."

   Everything, but the foundation is not laid well.

   It is a strange thing that the cultivation of the smog phase is barely strong and ordinary, and the power of the yang flame phase is powerful.

"100 million strands, 10 million retracements. Although each retracement is only ten minutes, but only ten minutes a day can absorb the purple air of the sun. For others, just ten minutes is actually a whole day. .”

  It would take 27,397 years for someone else to gather 100 million wisps of Sun Purple Qi.

   Nima, the difference is more than 2,000 years, reaching 30,000 years, and tortoises don't have such a long lifespan.

   I really can't blame others for being impatient, it really can't be done.

  Based on the depth of the realm of his smoky appearance, I am afraid that if the founder of "Kundalini" came, he would kneel down and call the patriarch.

  Actually, after more than 5 million times, the scriptures I heard have become a little numb to him.

  The effect of cleansing the body and mind, eliminating fatigue, and restoring energy is infinitely weakened. For the next four million or so retracements, he relied on his patience to dominate the universe to persist.

  When the ancient gods saw this move, they all bowed their heads and shouted a big brother.

   "Kundalini samadhi·smoke phase."

  The voice fell, and a lot of smoke overflowed from his mouth.

  The flying black mist is naturally under his control.

   "The temperature is extremely high, very high, I don't know exactly how high it is. Anyway, from the eyes of the two young monks who serve me, I can see that the house is extremely strong, and it seems unbelievable for me to burn it down in an instant."

   "If you want to know how powerful it is, you have to experiment it yourself."

  After speaking, he walked carelessly into the smoke.

  The next moment, a great sense of pain, like a meteor falling from the sky, penetrated my mind in an instant. The clothes on his body were instantly wiped out, and his body showed burns of varying degrees.

   "It's not a normal burning sensation, but a kind of corrosion + tiny burning sensation. That's right, the smoke phase is composed of a large number of tiny sparks condensed in one place.

  The only thing special is that their temperature is horrifying, and there is a burning sensation of corrosion, which is normal. Moreover, the power does not seem to be inferior to the firefly phase of the two iron monks!

   Even in terms of temperature, it is more than ten times better than the opponent. "

   On the other side, in a hidden no man's land.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

   Possessed by Gui and Hu Ling, looking at the Mahayana Buddha who suddenly let out a piercing howl, each showed helplessness.

  Good guy, is that human being messing around again?

   "I'm going to kill him!"

   "I must kill him!"

   "Torture him, cut him into pieces, and pierced his heart with thousands of arrows. Ahhhhhh——"

  The vicious curses turned into screams again.

   Mahayana Buddha, miserable, aggrieved!

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