The lightning failed to tear through the heavy clouds, and after the thunder rolled through the low clouds, the torrential rain fell overwhelmingly.

The green lights of the Shaolin Buddha Hall are swaying, and the air is filled with green smoke and the fragrance of sandalwood.

Zhou Fan sat cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue, twisting Buddha beads in his hands, and reciting the Diamond Sutra Heart Sutra in his mouth.

It's been a year since I came into this world. In his previous life, he was a successful entrepreneur, and before he died, he wrote a biography of his life's experiences.

This biography was buried with Zhou Fan's body.

After Zhou Fan died, his soul watched him be buried from the side, and he felt two attractions pulling him.

One of the gravitational pulls comes from the biography I wrote, and eventually the gravitational pull of the biography grows stronger and stronger, and my soul is absorbed into the biography.

I don't know how long it took, I became conscious, and as soon as I opened my eyes, I came to this world.

This world itself already knows that it is the novel I read before, the world of Tianlong Babu.

He was found by Shaolin monks outside the mountain gate and brought back to the temple.

Zhou Fan is still the same as when he died in his previous life, with gray hair and wrinkles on his face.

It's just that he seems to have the same physical strength as a young man.

And that biography became a wordless book, and when Zhou Fan took the book, he felt like a thousand pounds, and he couldn't move the slightest.

But others can move the book, but Zhou Fan can only move within a radius of ten miles from the book.

Now Zhou Fan has been admitted to Shaolin Temple, because he is too old, so the abbot Xuanci accepted the apprentice on behalf of the teacher and gave him the law name Xuande.

The profession is a monk, chanting sutras and reciting Buddha every day, and enlightening and interpreting signs for pilgrims. The first two floors of the Pavilion can also be borrowed at will.

During this year, Zhou Fan has become familiar with many Buddhist scriptures. Probably because of his age, Zhou Fan was not very interested in martial arts, but he was very interested in the theories in Buddhist scriptures.

"Squeak"

The door was pushed open, and the wind mixed with raindrops blew in, imprinting a layer of water on the floor of the temple. Xuan Ci, who was drenched all over, came to Zhou Fan's side and sat down.

"Senior Brother Xuande, Lao Wei did a wicked thing a few days ago, and I feel ashamed of the Buddha and Shaolin. ”

When Zhou Fan heard this, he guessed that the incident of Yanmen Pass had happened.

It's just that Zhou Fan has no desires and no thoughts in this life, and the planning of this matter is relatively secretive, so he can't detect it with his ability, so he won't stop it.

After all, it is a person who has died once, and birth, old age, sickness and death are common, and it is just a matter of time.

"The abbot was guilty, but he wanted to confess his sins. ”

"Senior Brother Xuande, Lao Wei is the abbot of Shaolin, if he confesses, my Shaolin reputation will be ruined. ”

"If the abbot can't see through it, then he should be merciful to the living, and make more amends, so that he can wash away his sins. ”

Xuan Ci bowed slightly, but still did not inform Zhou Fan about the Yanmen Pass.

It's not that he doesn't trust, and this matter damages the reputation of Shaolin, and Xuan Ci can't let go of his name.

Moreover, Murong Bo, the initiator of this incident, has passed away, and the deceased is the greatest.

Xuan Ci repented in front of the Buddha for a while and left.

Tianlong's plot is about to start, but Zhou Fan doesn't care much about it, and is immersed in Buddhism.

As Zhou Fan's understanding of Buddhist scriptures became more and more profound, his spirit began to get better and better.

Recently, Zhou Fan is preparing to start exercising, not to become stronger, but to emphasize physical sublimation in Zen Buddhism.

For example, the dragon claw hand, the strong vajra palm, etc., these martial arts derived from the Buddhist scriptures can be seen that the concept of Shaolin Zen Buddhism is more inclined to the physique. Perhaps it is because Zen Buddhism has been spread in Middle-earth for a long time and has absorbed a lot of Middle-earth culture.

If you want to understand the meaning, you need to practice it.

Zhou Fan transformed his understanding of Buddhist thought into a practice called the Yin-Yang Sutra.

The god is the yin god, and the body is the yang spirit. The spirit and body are cultivated and sublimated together.

According to Zhou Fan's current understanding of Buddhism, this martial art is probably barely a third-rate martial art.

It doesn't matter if it's strong or not, it's best to suit yourself, only exercises and no martial arts.

At this time, in Zhou Fan's monk's house, the cover of the wordless book showed a golden big character: Yin Yang Sutra.

Because Zhou Fan understands it from Buddhism, the content of the Yin Yang Sutra is all Sanskrit.

After all, the meaning of each language is different, even when translated.

Spring goes to autumn, cold and summer go by, Zhou Fan has been in Shaolin Temple for 10 years.

Zhou Fan rarely returned to the monk's house in his second year.

During the day, he solved the doubts of pilgrims in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and in the evening, he picked up a broom and cleaned the hall.

At night, he chanted in front of the Buddha in the Buddha hall. Buddhism is transparent, so that Zhou Fan does not need to sleep, only needs to meditate and chant sutras.

The body does not need to be deliberately hammered and tempered, and under the strong mental control, the body is also exercised between walking, sitting and lying.

The internal force is the product of the tempering of the body, coupled with Zhou Fan's powerful spiritual fusion, forming the true qi.

The so-called innate is the formation of true qi rather than internal force.

It's just that adhering to the principle that the water is full and overflowing, Zhou Fan did not deliberately extract the true qi, so the amount of true qi is not very much.

In terms of quantity, Zhou Fan is probably about the same as the internal force of a second-rate master. Counting the qualitative factors, Zhou Fan can already be regarded as a first-class master.

However, in terms of courage and ruthlessness, Zhou Fan has no martial arts, and he is still slightly inferior to first-class masters.

As the bell rang, Zhou Fan got up and began to clean the Daxiong Treasure Hall with a broom he had twisted from withered yellow rattan.

In the eyes of the other monks, Zhou Fan's old body swept the ground slowly, and the efficiency was extremely low.

But if you look closely at the ground, where the broom passes, all the dust swirls around the top of the broom as if it is attracted, condensing into a solid mass.

The broom also gives the feeling of being soft, like a mollusk like a python.

This is Zhou Fan's own comprehension of the flying floc and python strength.

And Zhou Fan's method of walking, sitting and lying every day to improve his physique, Zhou Fan considered that it was similar to the Yijin Sutra, so it was called Yijin Bone Forging Gong.

After cleaning the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Zhou Fan put down the broom and went to the Zangjing Pavilion.

Along the way, there were constantly young monks and novices asking Zhou Fan for morning. Even warrior monks of the same generation should be respectful to Zhou Fan.

Not only because Zhou Fan's Buddhist cultivation is obvious to everyone, but also because Shaolin is a Buddhist temple, and the literary monks have more status than the warrior monks.

The warrior monk is just to protect the way, and the monk is the real treasure of Shaolin's inheritance.

Of course, this is a time when heroes are coming out of the rivers and lakes and the martial arts are turbulent. The status of the warrior monks has been slightly improved, and most of the people who worship Shaolin are for martial arts, seventy-two stunts.

However, religion has religious rules, and besides, those who only blindly study martial arts cannot surpass their predecessors.

After passing through the Shaolin backyard, the warrior monks all practiced under the leadership of the warrior monk sect leader.

These are all those who have survived the test of carrying water and dung and entered the Luohan Hall, and under the leadership of the sect leader, they used various tools to assist in cultivation.

Zhou Fan saw a young monk secretly learning martial arts behind the walled courtyard. Zhou Fan noticed this monk a long time ago, but he had only been secretly learning for a few years, but he was still a showman, which showed that his martial arts qualifications were really poor.

It is taboo to secretly learn martial arts in Shaolin, but the head of the warrior monk must know it, and it may be that he has pity so he has not been exposed.

Zhou Fan walked through the courtyard gate and came to the young monk's side. The monk had already seen Zhou Fan coming, pretended to bury his head and pull the weeds, and then pretended to be surprised to see Zhou Fan.

"Amitabha, the little monk has seen Uncle Xuande. ”

Zhou Fan saw that the monk's hands were covered with scars, and there were scabs everywhere, especially on his fingers.

The old man is always soft-hearted, and he can't see the young man suffering so much.

"What is your role in Shaolin? ”

"The little monk is a fireman in the house, and he is not included in the civil and military monks. ”

"You stealing the powerful Vajra palm, you don't have enough Buddhist theory to support, and you don't have reasonable resources, and if you practice it again, you will lose your palm. Zhou Fan said earnestly.

"Uncle Xuande, the little monk didn't deliberately learn martial arts, but his hands were always injured when he burned the fire and chopped wood, and he was miserable, so he wanted to learn the Mighty Vajra Palm. The burner looked terrified.

"Your qualifications are insufficient, and there is no time for you to get started, and the old man will teach you a mantra, and you can practice your fingers, and you can also avoid the pain of firewood. ”

Immediately, Zhou Fan informed the fire-burning monk of a small part of the method of exercising his fingers in the Yi Muscle Forging Bone Exercise.

"The little monk thanked Uncle Xuande, and he will not dare to forget the grace of preaching in this life. ”

In the sound of the monk's thanks, Zhou Fan walked towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion step by step.

Zhou Fan didn't know that the method he passed down had become a stunt under the hard training of this monk and the training of burning firewood.

Among them, because it refers to the practice of a part of the powerful vajra palm, it was named the strong vajra finger by the monk.

The fingers are as hard as gold and iron, water and fire do not invade, and it is not a problem to divide gold and break jade, because of the reason for the internal force generated by walking, sitting and lying down with the function of easy tendon and bone forging, this strong diamond finger can also produce internal force when exercising.

Zhou Fan entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the Shaolin hard labor sweeping monk had been waiting for a long time. As a forced monk, he rarely had the opportunity to ask the monks for Buddhist teachings.

In addition, Zhou Fan's Buddhist cultivation is already the first in Shaolin, and the sweeping monk respectfully waited for Zhou Fan to finish his own business, so that he could come forward to ask for Buddhist problems.

In the expectant gaze of the sweeping monk, Zhou Fan returned the previous scripture to its place and selected a new scripture. Then come to the corner of the scripture pavilion and sit on the futon.

The sweeping monk came over, took the disciple salute first, and sat down on the side with Zhou Fan's approval.

"Master, my disciple has a lot of doubts about this passage in the Myoho-renge-kyo Sutra. ”