The night gradually recedes and the morning light emerges.
The sound of horse hooves was heard in Huangjue Temple. A young monk rode a horse and galloped through yesterday's snow, going between many temples and lighting a stick of incense.
The faint scent of incense floats in this thousand-year-old temple.
The bright snow reflects thousands of years of vicissitudes.
Phew~
The little monk got off his horse and was about to enter the temple.
Suddenly, I heard bursts of thunder rolling in my ears. I was startled at first, and then calmed down.
"Is it that Taoist priest's snore again?"
The little monk quietly glanced at a quiet house in the distance.
The house was close to the back mountain, with the stupa at its back. There was a large lake in front of the door, surrounded by trees, and it was very quiet and quiet.
The main hall closest to it is forty or fifty feet tall.
"Should I go take a look?"
The little monk's heartbeat was a little rapid.
He had never met the Taoist priest in that house, but he had heard many stories about his deeds.
Three months ago, the Taoist Priest rang the Huangjue Bell eighty-one times, which shocked the entire Huangjue Temple. Rumors about this Taoist Priest had already spread among their fellow disciples.
It is said that this Taoist priest is 1.2 feet tall, has a waist circumference of 1.2 feet, can run horses on his arms, and has thighs thicker than old trees. He can eat three hundred kilograms of fine rice and noodles in one meal, plus a Dahuan Dan.
Otherwise, how can we ring the imperial awakening bell?
You must know that it has been more than three months since the Huangjue Bell was knocked down, and it is still lying there quietly.
The senior brothers in the Monk Hall are so powerful, each of them has the strength of a thousand pounds, but the combined efforts of one hundred and eighty people can't move even a single bit!
The little monk didn't know whether others believed it or not, but he believed it.
He came every day to burn joss sticks, but he could always hear the snoring sound that was scarier than thunder.
Snoring is like thunder. If he farts, the whole yard will collapse!
How awesome must this be?
With his heart beating loudly, the little monk lit the last stick of incense and tied the horse to the doorpost.
He cautiously approached the house.
He is also a skilled man, his steps are very gentle and he does not make any sound when stepping on the thick snow.
It didn't take long for him to approach the house.
As he got closer, the little monk couldn't stand it anymore.
A hundred feet away, the thunder was still very small, but the closer he got, the louder the thunder became. The distance was still more than thirty feet, and he was already a little dizzy.
'This is amazing! '
The little monk's heart beat faster and faster.
He silently channeled his inner strength and cautiously approached the house. As soon as he walked thirty feet away, his body suddenly felt warm, as if he had been soaked in hot water.
The coldness of the winter morning seemed to disappear all at once.
"Good boy! It's so warm here, why hasn't the snow melted?"
The little monk became more and more amazed and curious.
As the heat intensified, he felt that the thunderous 'snoring' didn't seem so annoying anymore.
On the contrary, it made his body tremble very comfortably, as if he broke his leg while riding again and his uncle was massaging his muscles.
He almost moaned from the comfort.
After walking two steps and arriving in front of the door, the little monk looked at the function, carefully leaned on the door, and looked into the crack in the door.
The yard is so big. The yard where thirty of our fellow apprentices live together is not even half as big as this yard.
First there was an exclamation.
Then he saw a Taoist.
A young Taoist wearing a white Taoist robe but without a Taoist crown, who seemed to be wandering in the wild.
'How can I not be as tall as two feet? The senior brothers are really lying to me...'
Looking at the ordinary Taoist priest, the young monk felt a little disappointed.
This Taoist is not as powerful as the rumors say. He looks ordinary and doesn't seem to have the bearing of the expert in the rumors.
But upon closer inspection, his eyes widened.
The Taoist man sat cross-legged, with his five hearts pointing to the sky. His robe was not moving in the wind, and looming, you could see his body that seemed to be glowing under his thin clothes.
No, it wasn't his body that was glowing, but there were light spots all around that were constantly drilling into his body.
It was as if he was absorbing each point of light.
A strong wind seemed to be blowing in the huge yard, and the fallen leaves that were occasionally thrown away did not have enough time to fall into the yard, and were blown high.
And those thunderous sounds really came from his body.
Moreover, the sound was more than ten times louder than what was heard outside!
call!
Suddenly, the man opened his eyes.
At this moment, it was as if the clay puppets in the temple had turned into real Buddhas, and the stone statues had turned into real gods!
The man's eyes lit up like the sun and the moon.
His body seemed to condense all the light in the world, and the entire courtyard and even the entire world became pitch black at this moment, darker than the deepest night!
Taoists are the only light between heaven and earth.
Under the boundless shadow, his body seemed to be getting taller and taller, and the cold wind howling like an evil ghost, but the Taoist sitting cross-legged looked like the legendary King Buddha who suppressed hell.
It unconsciously calmed his mind.
suck!
Finally, in what seemed like the deepest night, a long sound of inhalation came.
The sound of inhaling was so terrifying.
In the little monk's reaction, the howling wind in the courtyard was so strong that the whole world was sucked away!
boom!
The door suddenly opens!
"ah!"
The little monk couldn't help but let out a scream, and flew into the air involuntarily, flying over ten feet.
"Don't eat me!"
The little monk danced and screamed in fright.
He wasn't that afraid of death, but being eaten would be a terrible death.
After screaming for a while, he found that there was no movement, and then he cautiously opened his eyes.
What caught his eye was the young Taoist with a faint smile on his face.
The man's eyes were warm, but he didn't know if it was an illusion. He always felt that the man's eyes were terrifying, as if he could see through his own heart, which made him tremble.
An Qisheng raised his eyebrows and looked up.
This little monk looks about eleven or twelve years old, but is actually only ten years old. He looks ordinary, but his eyes are lively and he is very clever.
However, if that were all, he would be just an ordinary little monk.
But, he looked deeper.
This little monk is incredible.
He opened and closed his eyes, and a wisp of words formed by ripples appeared in the perspective that only he could see:
【Liu Ming】
[Life path: Born in Jiufujie, Liangzhou, Defang Prefecture. He lost his parents at a young age and was born to herd cattle for others. Later, the cattle were accidentally thrown to death. He made a living by begging. Later, he met the monks of Huangjue Temple and was taken back. Huangjue Temple.....
After the Battle of Hanhai, when Huangjue Temple was closed, he went down the mountain. At that time, there was a melee among various countries, and the Dafeng war broke out, so he joined the rebel army. He fought for twenty years, occupied twelve states, and became the commander-in-chief...
In the next thirty years, when the Dafeng Dynasty fell, he defeated all the heroes, monopolized the seventy states of Dafeng, and cracked the soil to become the king!
Replace it with Dafeng and create a dynasty that will last for hundreds of years...]
Take Dafeng instead!
The great ancestor who founded the country!
"Little monk, what are you looking for for me?"
Looking at the trembling Taizu of the First Dynasty in front of him, An Qisheng smiled and spoke.
In his current state of mind, even when he saw the founder of the country, his heart was as calm as before, and he was a little surprised.
But that’s about it.
"No, no..."
Seeing that the Taoist meant no harm, the young monk calmed down his beating heart and said:
"I, the young monk, was running to light incense. When I heard the Taoist priest calling and breathing, I couldn't help but step forward to take a look. No, I didn't peek on purpose..."
The little monk stuttered again as he spoke.
He suddenly remembered that among the rumors mentioned by his brothers and sisters, it was taboo to peek at others practicing martial arts.
Even if I was beaten to death, I'm afraid the abbot would have to say that he was beaten well...
"What can you see?"
An Qisheng laughed dumbly.
Practicing martial arts routines is nothing more than to strengthen the body, become familiar with the routines, and give the body a deep understanding so that it can be more skillful when fighting.
When his martial arts reached this stage, he no longer needed to practice like ordinary people.
Walking, sitting and lying down are all martial arts, and every move is a gong.
Crossing one's legs for half a day is already more than a year of practice for ordinary people.
If you just learn his martial arts from the rhythm of his breathing and the internal energy of his body transporting qi and blood.
That was also his creation.
"I......"
Liuyuan was a little unconvinced by the meaning in An Qisheng's tone, but after thinking about it, he sighed dejectedly.
I really didn't see anything.
Apart from being scared and sweating, there was no other gain.
"You are in Huangjue Temple, are you still worried that you don't have Kung Fu skills?"
An Qisheng shook his head slightly. This little monk also had some Kung Fu foundation, but it was only limited to the skin and flesh, not even the muscles and bones.
"Just not!"
Hearing this, Liuyuan stamped his feet:
"I've been a monk for two years. I have a lot of work, but I haven't learned much martial arts. I learned this martial arts before I entered the temple!"
"Did you offend the monk who taught you the exercises?"
An Qisheng glanced at him.
Youzi, who became a beggar at the age of six or seven, is lacking in other aspects, but he is definitely not bad at tact.
At least it won't offend anyone.
"That's not true."
Liuyuan sat down on the ground and said carelessly:
"The rules of Huangjue Temple have always been that after entering the temple, it takes three years for the racing monk, three years for the handyman monk, three years for the lecture hall, and three years for the discipline academy. Only after these twelve years can you enter the martial monk hall!
Even if the masters from outside want to enter the temple, they have to go through these twelve years, saying that they have to observe the nature of the mind..."
As he said this, the little monk Liuyuan looked lifeless.
He has only endured two years, and there are still ten years left before he can learn real martial arts.
He even wanted to return to secular life.
"I see."
An Qisheng nodded slightly.
No wonder there have never been any young masters in Huangjue Temple. Just having to go through these twelve years to practice martial arts means that there will never be any young masters in Huangjue Temple.
But because of this, there are very few scum in Huangjue Temple.
Those who can really survive these twelve years, and still be so violent under such a peaceful aura in Huangjue Temple, are definitely rare.
"Taoist Master, can you teach me martial arts?"
Liuyuan's eyes lit up.
"You are a disciple of Huangjue Temple. You have your master to pass on your skills. How can outsiders overtake you?"
An Qisheng's heart moved slightly.
Look up.
I saw the great monk Sanyin gradually approaching among the snow in the distance. Before he arrived, the voice said:
"Taoist Master, this is wrong! Our Huangjue Temple never prohibits our disciples from learning martial arts outside of our own sect! As long as we are on the right track, what kind of martial arts do we learn?"
Liuyuan was startled and fled behind An Qisheng.
'Bitterness, bitterness! If Grandmaster Uncle heard about it, will he still be able to enjoy my good fruits in the future? It's over, it's over, I can't stay in this monk temple anymore.'
For a moment, the little monk felt chilled in his heart.
"Wouldn't that be an advantage for you?"
An Qisheng shook his head and laughed.
Seeing the great monk approaching, he stood up to greet him.
"Why are we being advantaged? If the martial arts taught by the Taoist Master are so advanced, he might have kidnapped all my disciples!"
The three seals came on the wind and fell into the courtyard.
He glanced at the sneaky Liuyuan, and after a moment's thought, he realized that this young monk was actually his disciple.
But he just glanced at it and laughed heartily:
"After three months of back and forth, I finally brought back the last spiritual material that the Taoist Master needed!"
Hearing this, An Qisheng's eyes brightened slightly:
"Thank you, Master!"
