"Where is your inspiration for sword art in robbery?" asked the Buddha.

Huh?

Yu Mo looked at the Buddha's son in surprise, but he didn't expect that he would ask this question.

Yu Mo has always claimed to the public that the Sword of Tribulation is his own sword technique. Why did the Buddhist son have this question?

The Buddhist son seemed to be afraid that Yu Mo would not understand and added: "As Xia Baichuan said, your sword technique is consistent with his artistic conception of the Heavenly Sword. The Heavenly Sword comes from another world, and could the inspiration for your Tribulation Sword also come from another world?"

Knock!

Yu Mo seemed to hear the sound of his heart falling from mid-air to the ground.

The Buddha's son had a sharp eye and had guessed this point. He was too accurate and was so close to the truth.

"As long as you answer me, I will translate Sanskrit for you." said the Buddha.

Yu Mo said without comment: "Son of Buddha, why are you so interested in my sword of disaster?"

"Your sword of robbery is not like a sword technique that can appear in this world, so I am very curious about its inspiration." The Buddha looked at Yu Mo with bright eyes, without giving in at all.

"It turns out that you have been laying the groundwork for so long, and want to know this." Yu Mo suddenly realized and chuckled: "Haha, but I'm very sorry to tell you that you can't do what you want."

The Buddhist son was incredible and asked, "Don't you want to practice the Yijin Sutra?"

Yu Mo shook his head: "Of course I want to practice the Yijin Sutra, but you are not the only one who knows Sanskrit in the world." "Do you want someone else to translate it for you?" The Buddhist monk advised: "The Yijin Sutra is a treasure book of Tianlong Temple. Translated by outsiders can only translate the essence, but cannot translate the essence of it. Moreover, this is a martial arts classic, and a mistake may lead to the passing of it.

Fire is devilish and translator from outsiders is a very dangerous thing. I hope you think twice before doing it.”

Yu Mo laughed loudly: "Son of Buddha, thank you for your kindness. I really can't believe in other people's translations, so I will translate by myself."

"What!" The Buddha's son could no longer remain calm and asked, "Do you understand Sanskrit?"

Yu Mo smiled slightly: "I understand a little, I understand a little."

The Buddhist son looked him up and down and said a thousand words, but he could not believe that Yu Mo knew Sanskrit. Sanskrit was not like ordinary language, and it was very profound and obscure, let alone translated classics, which was even more difficult.

"Have you practiced the Yijin Sutra?" asked the Buddha.

Yu Mo nodded: "Yes, a little success."

The Buddha opened his mouth wide, and his heart seemed to be shaken. Seeing the Buddha's incredible look, Yu Mo said: "In fact, Sanskrit is not very difficult. As long as you master the essence, the Yijin Sutra is really powerful. It is actually a different way to open up a new path to operate internal forces, and live up to the name of Yijin.

.”

The Buddha's mouth grew a little longer, and a scream popped out from the depths of his throat, shouting: "What are you talking about? Opening up a new path, are you sure you are talking about the Yijin Jing?"

The Buddha son quickly walked to Yu Mo. The two were close at hand, with their eyes facing each other. The Buddha son stared at Yu Mo with bright eyes.

Yu Mo was surprised when he saw the Buddha's son losing his composure.

During the time he met the Buddhist son, he has always been calm and gentle. He looks like a foreigner. Why is he so uneasy at this moment? It is completely in line with his style.

"Of course I am talking about the Yijin Sutra, isn't it?" Yu Mo asked in a daze, and he was almost confused by the Buddhist son.

The Buddha's son shook his head in a daze: "Wrong, a big mistake! The Yijin Jing is not a new path, but a cleansing muscles and marrow. As for the path of internal force operation, it is no different from other kung fu."

"ah?"

Now it was Yu Mo's turn to be surprised.

The Buddha looked at him in a daze, laughing and crying, and said, "What kind of Yijin Sutra are you practicing? I have never heard of it or seen it."

Yu Mo quickly took out the Yijin Jing and said, "I am the one who practiced above. Did you give it wrong?"

Neither of them could remain calm.

Yu Mo wanted to see the jokes of the Buddhist son. The Buddhist son wanted something, but neither of them achieved their respective goals. Instead, they were both surprised and looked like they were ghosts.

The Buddha stared at the Yijin Jing, shook his head like a rattle, and said, "I gave it right, how could I give it wrong? This is the Yijin Jing. Did you really practice according to the above?"

Yu Mo emphasized: "Of course, there is no false statement. If you don't believe me, please see."

Yu Mo opened the Yijin Sutra and showed it one by one.

Ling Yao also came up and saw the curved Sanskrit. She was one head and two big, and it was really like reading a book of heaven.

She stuck out her tongue and thought to herself that this Sanskrit was too complicated.

The Buddhist son also stared at the Yijin Sutra, and he was familiar with Sanskrit, and there was no mistake in the familiar content.

"Is this right?" Yu Mo asked.

"That's right." The Buddha answered affirmatively.

Yu Mo breathed a sigh of relief: "That's right. Look at these Sanskrit words, they are wandering like tadpoles, and then form a new path of internal force operation..." "Wait a minute!" The Buddha shouted and interrupted Yu Mo's words. He widened his eyes and stared at the Yijin Jing, sure that there was no difference from what he knew. He suddenly looked up again, stared at Yu Mo with a straight look, and said, "Little Tadpoles, where are they from?"

Tadpoles?”

The Buddhist son probably never thought that he would lose his composure so much.

The facts are unstoppable.

He is really going crazy, what tadpoles, what new paths, what the hell is that?

It's just nonsense.

Yu Mo stopped, stared at the Buddha's son in a daze, and then looked down at the Yijin Sutra. That's right, the Brahma culture is a tadpole, and it's still wandering, just under his nose.

Could it be that what he saw with his own eyes could be wrong?

Isn't this a hell? Yu Mo pointed at a tadpole and moved with the tadpole with his fingertips, saying, "Look, isn't this a tadpole? Is it still wandering? Don't you know Sanskrit? Why can't you understand at all? Are you lying to me? Actually, you don't understand Sanskrit at all.

.”

Looking at Yu Mo's suspicious eyes, the Buddha's son was going crazy. He quickly clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name. Only then could he stabilize his mind slightly, otherwise the Buddha's heart would be messed up by Yu Mo.

"I don't understand Sanskrit, you are really good at joking. I have been studying Sanskrit since I was a child in Tianlong Temple. You actually said that I don't understand Sanskrit, haha."

"Then you understand, didn't you see the tadpoles?" Yu Mo asked questioningly.

The Buddhist son waved his hand and shouted, "Stop mentioning tadpoles anymore. Where did the tadpoles come from? When did Sanskrit become tadpoles? Are you deliberately making fun of me?"

Yu Mo rubbed his ears, blinked hard, and looked at the Buddhist son who was in a state of despair, as if he was going crazy, and asked, "Do you say Sanskrit will not turn into tadpoles?"
Chapter completed!