Monk Yongfan took out a yellow cloth bag with a half-drum in his hand, with three bold black characters written on it, a merit bag.

"Kind-hearted monks in the water, more blessings than the sea, small donors, the heart of the monk can reduce karma, a wide range ......of good karma, how much as you like"

Monk Yongfan opened the merit bag and faced Ye Fei, letting him see the red banknotes in the bag, and said as much as he wanted, in fact, of course, the more the better.

The corners of Ye Fei's mouth hooked up a faint smile, reached out and took out three ten-yuan tickets from his pocket and put them into the bag one by one, and said in a low voice: "The first ten yuan, the second one is also ten yuan, and the third one is still ten yuan, now you can go." ”

Monk Yongfan laughed dryly twice, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you little donor, the poor monk gave you a sentence before parting, a small fortune is not reluctant, and a big disaster is coming." ”

Ye Fei suddenly put his hand into the mouth of the yellow cloth bag again, retracted his fingertips and clamped the three banknotes, and said lightly: "Give as you like, I don't want to give now, after listening to your words, I don't want to give alms now, you eat slowly, don't choke." After speaking, he shook the banknote in his hand and stuffed it into his pocket, quickly packed the small cage into a plastic bag and got up and left, too lazy to take care of this fat monk again.

Monk Yongfan didn't seem to expect that the other party would take back the banknotes in his pocket, the expression on his face suddenly froze, and when he shook his head and came back to his senses, Ye Fei had already walked to the door of the restaurant.

"Good door-picking boy, you'll soon know I'm right, hey, hey, hey......" Monk Yongfan looked at Ye Fei's back and whispered to himself, and at the end he grinned dryly.

"Hey! Where did you come from, a monk who dared to come to the Buddha's territory to swagger and deceive, to see that you are tired and crooked. A muffled thunderous voice suddenly sounded from behind Yongfan, he turned his head in surprise, a big slap like a fan suddenly stretched out and took away the merit bag in his hand, he saw two big monks standing behind him, one of them holding the yellow cloth merit bag in his hand.

"You ...... Grab money...... Yongfan raised a slightly trembling finger and pointed at the two big monks, and just halfway through his words, he received a crisp and crumbling big pot sticker on his head.

The big monk holding the merit bag in his hand said with a pristine eye: "Stupid, this is not robbery, it is confiscation. ”

Yongfan looked stunned, covered his head with both hands and looked at the big monk opposite, only to see the two of them unhurriedly take out a red armband from their pockets and put it on, with a few yellow characters printed on it, the scenic spot management office.

The two great monks stepped forward, and couldn't help but pick up Yongfan's arm and walked out, and as they walked, they raised their big slaps and slapped them the door of his bare head, making a crisp sound of meat and silk clashing.

The diners in the restaurant applauded one after another, everyone hated this kind of swaggering fake monk, and this kind of rat-like guy should be dealt with fiercely.

In a corner on the south side of the restaurant sat a small man with an inch of hair, when he saw Yongfan being taken away by two big monks, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, took out his mobile phone and quickly edited a text message and sent it.

Ye Fei didn't know that Yongfan was taken away by two great monks, and he knocked on Yang Sen's door with two large bags of food.

The door opened, Yang Sen poked his head out of the door, reached out to take the bag and retreated, Ye Fei saw that the two tables of people in the living room had changed from playing mahjong to playing poker, and the room was still full of smoke, and it was already very rare for these people to stay in the room in a proper manner.

Ye Fei returned to the room and had breakfast, found the book of "Zhong Miao Innate Skills" and sat on the sofa and read it.

Skipping the concept of innate and acquired in the previous chapters, Ye Fei saw an introduction to the ancient martial arts, the acquired martial arts are divided into four stages, the early stage, the middle stage, the peak, and the consummation, the pursuit of the innate skills to the extreme is the acquired consummation, re-entering the innate door, this process is extremely long, it may be decades, the vast majority of ancient martial artists are extremely poor and difficult to peek into the innate gate in their lives, and can only follow the natural law of birth, old age, sickness and death and end up depressed.

This introduction reveals a faint sadness, the ancient warrior can step into the innate door of the person in a hundred, "Zhong Miao Congenital Gong" is a hundred years ago into the innate realm of the ancient martial artist Huang Yu wrote, this predecessor single-handedly founded the Zhong Miao Gate, also once in the limelight, but he founded the Zhong Miao Men soon left for some reason, never returned, after the Zhong Miao Men has never appeared a congenital martial artist, the highest cultivation stopped at the peak of the day after tomorrow, hundreds of years have passed, the door is scattered, like a drop in the ocean, gradually forgotten.

"Is it really so difficult to get from acquired to congenital? Isn't it just a process of getting back into my mother's belly? Ye Fei stared at the booklet in his hand and muttered to himself, there was a thought in his heart that kept expanding, he wanted to try to cultivate the innate skills of all wonders, if he could figure out some doorways, maybe he didn't have to bother looking for any ancient martial artists, as the saying goes, it is better to ask for others than to seek oneself, and it is better to study for oneself.

With a flick of his fingertips, he turned the next page, and a picture of the human body with arrows full of lines appeared, and there was a line of small characters below, a diagram of the innate skills of the people.

The previous introductions are all false, and starting from this page is the real cultivation method. The first article, the sentimental chapter, meditates and concentrates on the mind. This is the basis for cultivating the innate skills of the people, and it is also the first step to step into the ancient martial arts court, according to the records of the innate skills of the people, there are two kinds of qi, one is the illusion of qi, the other is the real qi, the illusion of qi as the name suggests, the feeling of qi produced by the illusion, the beginner is the most likely to produce the illusion, it is likely to be caused by some nervous physical reactions, such as flesh jumping, eyelid jumping, farting, etc., the reasons are varied.

It is not meaningless to produce illusory qi, on the contrary, it is very important, perhaps when you feel the illusionary qi, you can sense the real qi at the same time, which is the real qi, and the real qi is either like ants, or worms, or cool, or warm, or stinging...... The movement is uncertain, and the flow is endless.

The next step is to practice diligently, and continue to feel the position of the real qi in the body in meditation, until you can accurately feel the storage of real qi in the shortest possible time.

The process of feeling qi can be three to five days, or it can take three or five years. Ye Fei closed his eyes and crossed his legs according to the method recorded in the booklet, got rid of the distracting thoughts in his heart, and began to sense the storage of qi, which was purely a subconscious behavior, and the imitation accounted for most of the ingredients.

I don't know how long time passed, Ye Fei suddenly felt a stream of air in each of his palms squirming upward along his arms like a small worm crawling, accompanied by bursts of tingling, from mild to intense, and finally he couldn't help but snort twice and opened his eyes, and all the feelings disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Knock knock knock on the door at the right time, startling Ye Fei to bounce up from the sofa.