Wei Mo seemed to have just calculated the decimals of the world, which was much more interesting than deducing the large numbers of heaven. He said absently: "Yes, Uncle Master is best at deriving decimals. Ordinary things in the world cannot escape his calculations. WWw !QuAnBen-XIaoShuo!COm"
Wen Leyang took a long breath and looked at the young monk Xisheng beside him. Now he understood why Yizigong wanted to inquire about the whereabouts of this uncle of the Tianshu Sect. If this person is really like what Wei Mo said, he can do anything. If he could figure it out, it would be really scary. Not to mention Yizigong, Zhongnanhai would probably have to look for him everywhere.
Wen Leyang carefully looked at the long tail in front of him. He looked like he was sixty or seventy years old. He asked tentatively: "How old are you this year?"
"Uh... I have to do the math on this."
Xiao Jie's bash knew what Wen Leyang was thinking, and said from the side: "Master...Uncle Master should be still, still, alive. He can practice Qi and live a long life!"
At this time, the seven fat guys came back. There were rocks everywhere in the mountain, and there were a few springs here and there. These mushrooms grew in the moist places, but there was nothing else. After playing for a while, the fat guys felt bored and started making noises. want to go out.
Wei Mo looked at them as if he wanted to look at monsters: "The mountain has collapsed, so of course the way out is blocked!"
Wen Leyang and the seven fat men all laughed. One fat man suddenly stretched out his hand to grab it, raised the giant Xuanhua ax in the air, and smashed it to the ground with a loud roar. A two or three-meter deep pit appeared in front of him as the rocks splashed.
Wei Mo glared at the fat man with disdain: "This is the heart of Mount Emei. The mountains outside are thousands of miles away. You may not be able to get out even if you smash it for years!"
Wen Leyang laughed and shook his head: "It doesn't matter. Although the tunnel is covered, it's not too deep or too far. We still have to fight our way out." This tunnel was originally opened by predecessors, and it should be from the outside. nearest road
But Little Stutter shook his head: "It just... just collapsed. If it hits... it will collapse again."
Wen Leyang didn't talk nonsense either. I chose a top-heavy boulder in front of me. Take a long breath. Put the whole body on it.
After a while. Everyone in the mainland including the seven fat men. Their eyes widened in surprise. Wen Leyang's whole body shook with fists. The poison of life and death spreads wantonly. Layers of boulders were turned into powder by the wrong fist. It didn't take long for Wen Leyang to sink into the stone.
Wen Leyang's numerous joints all over his body exerted force at the same time. Use Yin force. There was almost no vibration. The boulder sits peacefully on the ground. Not shocked at all.
The young monk was overjoyed. He clapped his hands and said happily: "Out. Out!"
Wen Leyang jumped up the steps and walked into the tunnel leading to the hinterland of the mountain. I was stunned as soon as I turned a corner. The front has been firmly blocked by huge rocks. The long tunnel is except for the small section near the stone terrace. All collapsed.
Wen Leyang touched the cold boulder in front of him with a wry smile. He turned around and asked Wei Mo: "Is there any place to eat or drink in the belly of the mountain?" Wen Leyang did not absorb the poison. Still have to eat. But compared to ordinary people, I am hungry. You won’t feel weak even if you don’t eat for two or three days. But if there is really half a month and twenty days, water and rice will not break your teeth. It is also very possible to starve to death.
What he wants to do now is to use the wrong punch to create a new tunnel to get out.
Although he didn't know how long the tunnel was, Wen Leyang had been running around for a long time when he carried the fat guys in. Now, drilling a hole out is not something that can be done overnight.
Wei Mo nodded and replied: "There is something to eat, mushrooms!"
Wen Leyang heard Wei Mo's answer. Goosebumps appeared all over his body. He let out a sigh without saying a word, took a deep breath and lay down on the boulder in front of him. The last one grabbed him and said, "The tunnel is the nearest way out, but the tunnel has twists and turns. Be careful and you drive in the wrong direction!"
"Then what should we do?" Wen Leyang was stunned. He had never thought about this. If he went in the wrong direction, he would probably never go out in his life and just dig underground in Mount Emei.
A mouth of burnt-yellow teeth was exposed at the end of its tail. He smiled professionally: "I can do the math."
After that, Wen Leyang and the others had nothing to do. Wei Mo was very busy, frowning every day, sometimes measuring the distance with steps, and counting purlins on boulders. After collecting the data, he made graphs and made calculations. He was so busy Much to their delight, on the fifth day, Wen Leyang and Little Stutter's phones were all dead. //.shudao.netｔ书.道//
From then on, Wen Leyang completely lost the concept of time. Eat mushrooms and drink spring water in the mountains. Recharge your batteries and wait for the start of work, until one day suddenly comes. Wei Mo happily came to Wen Leyang with a large piece of cloth.
The route diagram for drilling the holes was all drawn on the cloth, with a thick black line twisting and turning, and the distance measured in steps was marked at each turning point. Wen Leyang counted the numbers and his eyes immediately flashed with stars, even if the drawing was good at one step, In total, he had to cover a distance of 20,000 steps!
There is also a thinner red line. After partially overlapping with the black line, it turns to another direction, with a total length of less than 5,000 steps.
Wei Mo explained from the side: "The black line has a total of 20,000 steps. It is the route to the outside. The red line..." As he said, Wei Mo's expression also became puzzled: "There is a stone chamber five thousand steps away from us. "
Wen Leyang frowned: "Hidden cultivation?"
Wei Mo shook his head and replied firmly: "No, we are the only Tianshu disciples around here, and the stone chamber is not big, not like a cave."
Wen Leyang looked at the drawing carefully and then at the end, with doubt in his eyes: "Is it reliable?"
Wei Mo was furious: "The descendants of Tiansuan use magic to deduce the universe of heaven and earth, as big as the sun, moon, stars, mountains, lakes and seas, as small as..."
Wen Leyang quickly interrupted him and murmured to himself with a smile: "It's a pity that Ji Fei is not here, otherwise you two can go together."
Wei Mo was stunned for a moment: "Who is Jifei? He can also count?"
"I don't know how to calculate, I know how to talk."
The young monk Xi Sheng was right next to him, pointing at the thick black thread and shaking his head at Wen Leyang: "It's not 20,000 steps, fat, fat man!" He pointed at the Rainbow Seven Fatty who was running towards them laughing and joking. .
Wen Leyang slapped himself on the forehead and understood what the little monk meant. He used his fist to dig through the mountain wall. If he could just pass through by himself, 20,000 steps would be enough according to the blueprint. But if he wanted the fat people to get out too, he would have to dig a bigger hole. , looking at the figures of Rainbow Brothers. You need to make at least two parallel trips before you can hope to pass. Multiply 20,000 steps by two, that’s 40,000 steps!
Seven fat men ran over and were stunned when they saw Wen Leyang: "Wen Leyang, why are you looking so sad?"
The little monk tugged at the corner of Wen Leyang's clothes and pointed at the red line leading to the stone chamber: "First... hit this. See if his calculation is... accurate... accurate!"
Most of the red line and the black line overlap, and they only separate in the last third. If there is a stone chamber after hitting it, it will be reliable to figure out the way out at the end.
Wen Leyang nodded. In addition, he had another idea. The stone chamber would not appear out of thin air in the middle of the mountain. If this stone chamber really existed, it would definitely be connected to other ways out. Maybe it was not buried by the huge earthquake in the mountain.
Wen Leyang began to dig a hole.
Soon he was dumbfounded.
Mount Emei has stood tall in the world for thousands of years. The stone inside the mountain is extremely hard. It is not difficult to get through a few steps with wrong punches, but it really has to be penetrated deeper step by step. Even the drill bits used for mining will be destroyed and I don’t know how much! After Wen Leyang passed the ten-year exam, except for a few involuntary opportunities, he practiced hard every day. But compared with this time, the previous hard training was like a child's technique.
In the Miao territory, he absorbed the earth poison in the body of the earth-splitting clam, and the Wen Leyang poison skill was greatly improved. The poisons of life and death were entangled together and melted into the muscles and bones. Even a piece of iron can be turned into plasticine, but Even so, facing the thick giant river. Wen Leyang can only be regarded as an ant whose body is slightly stronger than that of his kind.
When he first started digging a hole, he could only walk twenty or thirty steps at most. Wen Leyang couldn't hold on any longer. His muscles and bones all over his body were about to fall apart. He could even feel that every bone in his body was covered with fine cracks. I felt a sharp pain every time I moved, and the time I spent resting after coming down was much longer than the time I spent digging holes.
This time Wen Leyang finally understood what it meant to suffer life and death. He was born with a ruthless nature. But on the one hand, it was 20,000 steps. To widen the cave, it would be multiplied by two, making it 40,000 steps. On the other hand, every time I walked dozens of steps with wrong punches, my muscles and bones would be broken, and I would be in excruciating pain. //.shudao.netｔ书.道//You can live a lifetime by eating mushrooms and drinking spring water in the mountains. This kind of life seems to be extremely boring and can only be tolerated by the living dead. When digging holes with wrong fists, It turned into a heavenly temptation!
But Wen Leyang himself didn't know. This time I used the wrong punch to dig into the rock. What an opportunity it was for him, what a harvest he could gain in just a few dozen steps. I don’t know how many times better than him practicing for a long time in the red leaf forest. Monk training is all about practicing Qi. You have to overcome the inner demons, dissolve yourself into the heaven and earth, and become a part of nature. Only in this way can you absorb the energy scattered between the heaven and the earth. For your own use.
What are inner demons? According to Buddhism, inner demons are demonic obstacles that are inconsistent with heaven and earth, but for ordinary people, inner demons are the self, the mind, and the freedom and freedom of doing whatever one wants. The monks and Taoist immortals want to obliterate the great desires of these people.
The physical sanctification technique left by Wen Lazi doesn't care about these at all. Heaven is heaven and earth, and I am me. The eternal law of heaven has nothing to do with me. What does it have to do with heaven and earth if I become an immortal, a demon, a cow, or a horse!
There is no mental method to sanctify the physical body, let alone inner demons, but if you want to make your body go further, you can only temper it.
The human body is originally like a lump of earth, very soft. After the poison of life and death reshaped the body, Wen Leyang became a piece of iron, many times harder than the lump of earth, but still far from the essence of copper and iron marrow. Thousands of miles away, stubborn iron can only be turned into steel by being tempered hundreds of times. It is constantly tempered and reborn. Every time it reaches the limit and is about to fall into pieces, it is an opportunity for rebirth.
There was no daylight in the heart of the mountain, and no one knew how much time had passed. Every time Wen Leyang suddenly became soft to the ground. After losing his strength, he felt as if he had turned into a pottery figurine covered with cracks. Even if he touched it lightly, he would fall to the ground. His body will be shattered into pieces, and at this time, the poison of life and death entrenched in his body will quietly flow out, converging from all directions into a trickle of clear water, with the coolness penetrating into the bone marrow, flowing happily through every inch of his skin and bones, silently Smoothing the cracks.
At the beginning, Wen Leyang lost all his strength and had to rest for a long time before he could barely get up. However, after an unknown period of time, about a thousand steps deep, the rest time became shorter and shorter, and his energy after the rest became stronger and stronger. Brother Rainbow Fatty and the little monk were secretly speechless.
It didn't matter at the end, he kept doing calculations all day long, occasionally correcting the original map paper. Help Wen Leyang find the right direction.
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Leyang had deviated from the black line and began to dig in the direction indicated by the red line. The poison of life and death in his body gathered into a clear stream, and it poured out more and more frequently. At first, it was only when he was exhausted and unable to move. when. Then it would quietly flow out to dissipate the severe pain and restore strength. Later, whenever he felt a little tired, the poison of life and death would flow happily between the skin and bones. Now Wen Leyang could hold on every time he dug a hole several times longer than before. , the speed of excavation is greatly improved.
Wen Leyang has now realized that fighting against the mountains with his flesh and blood, which can only be described as a confrontation between heaven and man, is of infinite benefit to him in tempering his body with wrong punches. In the original plan, it only took one trip to dig out the red line. We didn't want to widen the cave to allow the fat people to pass through, but now Wen Leyang always stepped back after taking a few steps, pressing the edge of the previous excavation before driving in.
At the end, he followed Wen Leyang every step of the way. Everyone would erase the red line that had been opened. On this day, there was only a small red dot left on the red line. It was only a dozen steps away from the stone chamber. Everyone's eyes were filled with excitement, but Wen Leyang suddenly exclaimed. With a sound, he jumped down from the stone wall in front of him, pulling Wei Mo and the young monk back quickly.
Wei Mo looked like a black-hearted foreman, staggering back. He glared and shouted: "Keep digging!"
The Rainbow Combination were usually silly, but they reacted very quickly at this time. At the same time, they shouted and asked: "Is there an enemy?" They each reached out and grabbed their own giant blades directly from the air.
The huge weapon was immediately stuck in the narrow tunnel, and the seven fat men huddled together again, shouting curses, and no one knew who they were scolding.
Wen Leyang shouted in a fit of laughter and tears: "Put away your weapons! We are not enemies." On the stone wall in front of him, powder fell rustlingly, and first a few rays of cold silver light came out. After a while, the light became brighter and brighter. The moment the stone powder fell, an arc-shaped silver light barrier firmly blocked everyone's sight and steps.
The huge, simple runes kept shining past the light barrier.
After a while, Wen Leyang stepped forward cautiously and pressed his hand on the solid light. The light barrier seemed thin and fragile to the touch, but as he put more force on his hand, a feminine resistance emerged. . He held Wen Leyang's hand firmly.
Wen Leyang turned around and asked the person behind him: "What is it?"
Nine people have the same frequency. Like the electric fans on the market booth, they shook their heads together.
The light barrier appears thin but is opaque. It was impossible to see what was hidden inside, and Wen Leyang's spiritual consciousness could not penetrate it.
Wei Mo thought about it for a while and said hesitantly: "How about... let me do the math?"
Wen Leyang laughed and asked him, "Is it easy?"
Wei Mo's face was reflected pale by the light barrier. He nodded and shook his head: "It's easy to calculate, but I don't know if it's correct. I've never tried it before..."
But the little stuttering monk shook his head vigorously: "Well... curiosity kills, kills the cat... the cat!"
Wen Leyang laughed: "Ahem, don't stutter the last word twice." As he spoke, he took a deep breath, leaned his whole body on the arc-shaped light barrier, roared suddenly, and punched all over his body. Incisively and vividly.
Wen Leyang was not a saint who was unmoved by external objects. Looking at the wonderful scene in front of him, he would probably not be able to sleep for the next half a year if he didn't go in and take a look.
The light barrier is different from the mountain rock. Its resistance is cold and soft. As the power of the wrong fist increases, the resistance becomes stronger. Wen Leyang's power is like smashing into a pile of cotton that is firmly stuck with strong glue. It has no effect at all, but the weird rhythm in the wrong punch can break the spell. At the beginning, there is no abnormality. As time goes by, the silver light finally shows a little dimness.
At this time, Wen Leyang could get through the mountain rock for about a hundred steps in one breath, but after facing the light barrier, he had already rested eight times before the light barrier became dim, and it seemed that only a thin layer was left.
Everyone was dumbfounded. Putting aside the level of breaking the technique with wrong punches, eight rests meant that the accumulated strength could penetrate nearly a kilometer of rock. Not to mention the old rabbit demon, even if Changli tried his best, , even if a powerful magical power is blasted down, it will not be able to penetrate a thousand meters of mountain rock.
If Wen Leyang's wrong punch hadn't been able to break the spell, the ants would have been biting the elephant bit by bit, slowly eroding away the spell in the light barrier. They couldn't think of any power that could break this obstacle.
Finally, when Wen Leyang hit the light barrier for the ninth time, there was a soft pop sound, and the unbreakable light barrier shattered into nothingness like a fragile soap bubble, and the silver light was like a suddenly extinguished candle. After the blast appeared, it completely disappeared.
A round stone cave the size of a hut was exposed in front of everyone, and Wen Leyang let out an ouch and fell directly into the hole.
The little monk immediately sprinkled a handful of Buddhist beads inside. Just as he was about to recite a mantra, he suddenly exclaimed. As soon as the beads entered the round stone cave, they vibrated and rolled out.
The little monk's injury has not healed, and now his face is even paler: "...here...forbidden, forbidden law!"
Wen Leyang's body bounced up as soon as it touched the ground. The skin all over his body suddenly became tight, and the cave was empty and quiet. The jade knife, which was only as long as one finger, lay quietly on the ground.
Wei Mo also stepped into the cave and looked around carefully. Surrounded by thick and mottled stone walls, there was no way out. Only then did Wei Mo suddenly realize: "This is not a stone chamber excavated manually, but... it is something in the mountain that is tempering its divine power, and over time, it has opened up the mountain wall."
Wen Leyang had already lowered his head and picked up the jade sword, and asked Wei Mo: "Who are you?" The jade sword was as red as blood and its tentacles were warm. It looked like something extraordinary, much like the gift Jifei gave to Wen Leyang in Mount Emei.
Wen Leyang subconsciously rubbed it a few times, but it didn't fade.
Wei Mo put his hands in his sleeves. He carefully took the red jade sword through his clothes, looked at it repeatedly for a long time, and finally shook his head: "I haven't seen it before."
The young monk and the fat men behind him who were laughing and joking and squeezing into the cave also shook their heads. Generally speaking, the magic tools and magic weapons used by monks will have talisman and seal patterns. Firstly, they can be the same as the master's spiritual consciousness. Secondly, they can also increase the number of magic weapons. power.
But this red jade sword was smooth and smooth, and there was only a bright red patch on the blade that looked like it would bleed at any time. The little monk gritted his teeth and sucked in a trace of his spiritual consciousness. Still no reaction at all.
The young monk tried to tap the jade knife on the stone wall. The stone wall was safe and sound. The jade knife was neither sharp nor a magic weapon.
A fat man snatched the red jade knife over, looked at it for a while, then put it in his mouth and started to bite it. Wen Leyang was so frightened that he snatched it back: "Be careful, I'll hurt you!"
As expected, the fat man felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He jumped back in panic and huddled with his brother.
At the end of the day, he still had that puzzled look: "It should be this thing that has been tempered with divine power and forced a hole out of the mountain. But it shouldn't be so lifeless!" There are cracks everywhere on the stone wall squeezed out by the pressure. It is also impossible to tell whether the jade sword was shot into the mountain from the outside.
At the end, he let out a long sigh and took matters into his own hands: "Let me help you figure it out. But it will take a long time, and it won't happen overnight."
Wen Leyang suddenly thought, what would happen if Wei Mo went home with him and taught two silly uncles arithmetic.
I picked up an red jade sword from a fork in the road that I knew was good, but I didn’t know what was good about it. Another good news was that Wei Mo had calculated the path correctly, at least the red line was correct. Everyone’s confidence increased greatly. Wen Leyang once again regarded himself as Pangolin, if Potu saw him, he would immediately kowtow to him.
The deeper the tunnel is dug, the more skillful Wen Leyang's fists are in cooperating with the poison of life and death in his body. The poison of life and death entangled in his body only converges into a clear stream when he loses strength at first, and gradually flows out when he feels weak. After hitting the target for more than 10,000 steps, it finally became that with just one wrong punch, the poison of life and death surged from all directions in the body. In an instant, it converged to the point where the wrong punch was thrown, and then transferred to the lower part like lightning. A punch hole.
The clear stream of poison of life and death flows according to his mind, and Wen Leyang really feels that this surging poison seems to be alive. As long as he thinks about it, they will flow out from every joint, and the trickles will converge into a flood. Roaring and roaring in the body, as the power of his punch burst out, the wrong punch also used only the power of the joints, but now the strength of the whole body is gathered into one point.
The poison of life and death is like water, and your body is like a plastic bag. The point where the wrong punch hits is like the corner where the plastic bag suddenly pours out and the water pressure is the greatest.
After he did this, the power of his wrong punches was countless times greater than before. Whenever the poisonous flow surged wantonly, the original heavy feeling in his body gradually dissipated. Wen Leyang jumped and moved again. At that time, the explosive and powerful aura was gone, but the speed and flexibility could hardly be believed by himself. The seven fat men were extremely happy to accompany him, and at the same time they all criticized Wen Leyang's wrong punches. This was not good, that was not good. Okay, they must give Wen Leyang the movement skills they learned from the big snake, wild horse, and centipede.
It is worth mentioning that he revised the drawings several times in the middle of the end. Fortunately, he was able to find out in time that he had made a mistake in his calculations. Otherwise, Wen Leyang would have become a saint and ascended into a feather without having to fight Mount Emei...
The red jade sword lay obediently in Wen Leyang's pocket without any movement. The digging speed became faster and faster, and everyone's emotions were full and high, until the last day...
Wen Leyang's expression was a little nervous. He took the drawing and asked Wei Mo: "Five steps?"
Wei Mo nodded with great determination: "Five steps!"
According to the drawing, there were only five steps left to the outside. Wen Leyang suddenly felt a little uneasy, hesitated, and shouted to the fat guys: "Boss."
The two fat men crowded over at the same time.
Wen Leyang added: "The boss who uses Fang Tian to draw his halberd."
One fat man stayed, and the other fat man retreated angrily.
Wen Leyang pointed to the mountain wall in front of the boss: "For the last moment, come on!"
The boss angrily agreed, spat into the palm of his hand, grabbed the huge Fangtian Painting Halberd from the air, and stabbed the stone wall in front of him countless times like lightning, and there was a loud cracking sound, thick and thick The sunshine burst in and enveloped everyone intimately! (Quanben Novel Network www.QuAnBen-XIaoShuo.com)