Fang Sheng personally sent Xuanyuan to the Sutra Pavilion, and then he went back.
When Fang Sheng returned to the stone house Zen room, Abbot Fang Zheng had handed him the 'Yi Jin Jing'.
Looking at the Shaolin exercises in his hand, which only abbots can practice in the past, he suddenly felt helpless and depressed. Thinking that he wanted to hand over Shaolin's "Yi Jin Jing" to that boy, he couldn't help but speak. .
"Brother, why do you do this?"
Abbot Fang Zheng said: "If he secretly reads, how can I, Shaolin, stop him? Why not just agree to his request!"
Fang Sheng retorted: "Why can't you stop it? I, Shaolin..."
Abbot Fang Zheng shook his head and interrupted: "Junior brother, you underestimate this martial nephew."
Fang Sheng was stunned for a moment, then said: "Senior brother, please clarify my doubts."
Abbot Fang Zheng said: "Amitabha, there are rumors in the world recently that a total of 337 people from Zhongzhou's martial arts righteous people died tragically at the Golden Sword King's family in Luoyang. What do you think his martial arts should be?"
It's not that Fang Sheng doesn't believe this. This matter has been confirmed by many martial arts people. That man really killed more than 300 righteous disciples with the sword in his hand.
"Senior brother, because of this, we shouldn't help him, shouldn't we?"
Abbot Fang Zheng sighed: "Everyone in the world said that he had practiced the martial arts in the anti-evil sword manual and his sword skills had improved greatly. The Wang family must have used this as an excuse to force him to hand over the anti-evil sword manual..."
Fang Sheng said: "Isn't it?"
Abbot Fang Zheng said: "Hengzhi's sword technique is indeed his own creation."
Fang Sheng said in surprise: "How is this possible? He is only eighteen years old, how can he do this..."
Abbot Fang Zheng said: "I said, junior brother, you underestimate him too much."
Fang Sheng said: "What does senior brother know?"
Abbot Fang Zheng suddenly asked: "Wudang has always used swords as weapons. Does Junior Brother know that two hundred years ago, a senior in Wudang created a unique sword skill?!"
Fang Sheng said seriously: "How come I don't know the Wudang Xuanxu Sword Technique. It is said that the senior Wudang master spent sixty years of hard work creating it, but very few Wudang sect members practice it."
Abbot Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "The Xuanxu Sword Technique is derived from the meaning of "mysterious and mysterious" in the Tao Te Ching. The moves are unpredictable, which coincides with the Taoist meaning of endless life. It is not because Wudang disciples are unwilling, but because they practice Xuanxu Sword Technique. It’s very difficult. In the history of the Wudang Sect, apart from the founder, only seven seniors of the Wudang Sect have practiced this sword technique. And it took thirty years at the earliest."
Fang Sheng seemed to have thought of something and said with emotion: "Can you do whatever you want?"
Abbot Fang Zheng nodded.
Fang Sheng lost his voice: "He joined Wudang when he was five years old, and now he is only eighteen years old..."
However, Abbot Fang Zheng meant something and said: "That senior was already a martial arts prodigy who was unparalleled in the martial arts world at that time, but it still took him thirty years to practice this 'Xuanxu Sword Technique'."
Fang Sheng couldn't help but ask: "How long have you been practicing for any length of time?"
Abbot Fang Zheng said quietly: "According to Taoist Master Chongxu, it only took him three months... not only to master the 'Xuanxu Sword Technique', but also to be able to use it between his palms and fingers."
Upon hearing this, Fang Zheng froze on the spot.
Abbot Fang Zheng said: "Wudang has said that he is jealous of his talents, and that's why he suffers from the 'premature aging' disease."
Fang Sheng said with a trembling voice: "So, he is not just talking nonsense when he says that he can combine the best of Buddhism and Taoism to create his own inner strength and mental method, but is it really possible for him to do it?"
Abbot Fang Zheng said: "At least, I believe him. If I, Shaolin, have many obstacles, it is a matter of whether I can stop him. What if I really force him to draw his sword?"
Fang Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, clasped his hands together, and preached: "Amitabha, brother abbot, brother, I understand."
Abbot Fang Zheng nodded: "Go!"
Random didn't know what was going on in the Zen room; when he entered the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion, he felt like a fish in water, no longer as flat as a dragon trapped in a shallow beach, unable to exert his strength.
After entering the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Ran Ran naturally had no intention of being picky. He started to read from Shaolin Arhat Fist... In the next eight days, he read Arhat Fist, Guangming Fist, Seven Stars Convergence Fist, Big Stone Tablet Hand, and Parami Hand. Controlled by him one by one.
Although he is not yet able to use it freely and successfully, he has initially learned it.
Then, study the palm techniques again at will, such as the powerful Vajra palm, Prajna Zen palm, Skanda palm, Thousand-hand Tathagata palm, Great Compassionate Thousand, Shaolin Scattered Flower Palm, Shaolin Stone Holding Palm...
This preface was intended to be a short stay for a few days, but this time I was immersed in the sea of books, and I no longer knew the changes in the world outside.
During the day, he studied the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, and at night he meditated and adjusted his breath, trying to integrate the internal skills and mental methods... During these days, Shaolin monks brought him vegetarian food every day, and this girl Feifei also came many times. To see him.
It's a pity that Ranyi doesn't pay attention to anyone who comes. From an outsider's perspective, he is simply crazy and like a devil.
One day, the little girl ran away again to find Sui Ran.
"Brother Ren, I heard that the holy sage has also come to Shaolin."
He held the book with his left hand, and his right hand turned into a palm. It was still stiff at first, but slowly and naturally the palm moved. After a while, the stiffness and stiffness of the palm were gone, and then the palm turned into fingers.
He raised his hand, and three strands of finger wind shot out, like three invisible sword energies. He actually popped three small holes in the copper tripod on the stone platform.
Qu Feiyan was dumbfounded. Curious, she followed suit and sat down!
Inside the Sutra Pavilion, it seems that the world is separated from the outside world...
It was a quiet night, and he sat on the ground casually. Three days had passed since he sat there. If he hadn't still breathed out, the little girl would have called for help.
Sitting there, with no attachment in mind, I entered a mysterious and mysterious space at will.
This seemed to be a dream, a familiar dream, but it didn't feel like a dream. He seemed to have been here before.
This was a large hall. He stood in the center of the hall and looked around... The hall was extremely exaggerated and exaggerated. The wall closest to him was hundreds of feet away at least.
The main hall can accommodate tens of thousands of people.
There were images carved on the walls that he didn't recognize, but when he saw such images, he could remember where they were at any moment.
He had been here before, and he wanted to move around, look around...but his body didn't move. His feet seemed to be fixed by the stone platform he was standing on in the center of the palace. He couldn't lift his feet, and he couldn't even move his feet.
He looked up and saw a giant star map shining on the top of the hall.
The map was dotted with stars, but when he looked at it carefully, the stars suddenly moved around, and the star map changed in all kinds of ways... He kept staring at the changes in the star map, and began to remember these changes.
But after this note, he suddenly became sweaty, almost consuming all the strength in his body, and then he fell into a deep sleep.
…
I don’t know how many black-and-white days and nights have passed, but on this day, there were curses, groans, and shouts in front of the Shaolin Temple, and there was blood one after another on the long corridor of the mountain gate.
It turned out that Linghu Chong learned that Ren Yingying was trapped in Shaolin, so he led more than a thousand people from various gangs of the three underworld religions and nine sects to rescue Ren Yingying.
Unfortunately, he was ambushed by the righteous people led by Song Shan on the mountain gate corridor, and then retreated.
