
Xian Jie Sutra
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The bamboo leaves are silent in the wind, who can accompany me on the road of spiritual cultivation? Leaning on the fist, he moved and flashed, and his footsteps stomped on the ground. The dust is flying. Curved arms and bent fists, the shadows of the heavy fists are full of concentration, making it difficult to distinguish the true from the false. Drops of sweat fell from his forehead, and his temples disappeared. He was full of energy when he was a teenager, raised his head and howled wildly, and his shout shook the forest, scaring the flocks of birds to fly high. The upright posture of the horse's steps, riding the dragon and stepping on the body, is like a flying eagle with its head cocked. A counter attack in the air cracked the ground, and his palm hit the ground hard. The snake's body moves, and the energy covers the three autumns. The simple footwork under his feet has a charming flavor. Who knows how many years of blood and sweat, who remembers that my body is scarred. He punched out and then turned his hand to land the punch, condensing every trace of power, and finally punched out invincibly, and the movement was astonishing.
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