The experience of the first day to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion made Wan Yankang have some psychological shadows, and after a day, he mustered up the courage to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and saw that the old monk did not seem to be there the day before yesterday, so he let go of half of his heart and looked for those few Ranga Sutras.

In this huge scripture pavilion, it is not easy to find a few scriptures, and it took Yan Kang half an hour to find a Ranga Sutra. Before opening the book, he deliberately observed left and right for a while, and saw that there was indeed no one around, so he opened the scripture with excitement.

The first two pages are slit, without words; Three or four pages are interspersed, without words; Turning to the middle of the scriptures, there is still no word. Wan Yan Kang gloomily put this Ranga Sutra back in its place, obviously this Ranga Sutra is not the one of the Tibetan Sutra, and he has to continue to look for it.

"Good boy, why are you disobedient, Yan Huajing hasn't finished reading yet." A voice came from behind him, and Wan Yankang was taken aback again.

Wan Yankang turned around silently, glanced at the old monk with resentment, and then obediently retrieved yesterday's stack of Yan Hua Sutra, pretending to recite it calmly.

Wan Yankang was silently reciting the scriptures while calculating. It's not a way to go on like this, the old monk is sticking to his posture, and he is elusive, and he can't prevent it. Not to mention that he hasn't found the Jiuyang Divine Skill yet, even if he finds it, he doesn't dare to look through it.

Why don't you come to the Scripture Pavilion? That's impossible!

What to do? What to do?

After Yan Kang racked his brains, he finally came up with a thoughtful method. When it was dusk to leave the scripture pavilion, Wan Yankang specially asked the patrol guard to borrow a few scriptures and go back to the meditation room to study.

It is forbidden to raise fires at night in the pavilion, because at dusk all the ordinary monks in the pavilion will be driven out, and only the monks who are guarding will be left. After listening to Yan Kang reading the Buddhist scriptures so well, how could there be any reason not to allow it, so he picked a few Yan Hua Sutras and left.

The next day, Wan Yankang went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion again, and first pretended to take the initiative to recite the Yan Huajing silently. Seeing that the old monk didn't seem to be there, Wan Yankang searched in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and kept in mind the locations of the various Lenga Sutras in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

At this point, when Yan Kang leaves the pavilion every day, he will borrow a few scriptures and leave, and return them after a few days. In the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Wan Yankang pretends to be a Buddha with a full root every day, and no one can match his diligent and studious energy.

The old monk appeared from time to time, and the test was more effective than Yan Kang's reading of the scriptures.

Wan Yankang was forced to be helpless, and in order to deal with the old monk, he had to put some effort into reading the scriptures. Originally, he had no interest in these Raushzi Buddhist scriptures, but he also understood the origin of the eight sufferings of Buddhism and understood the Zen meaning that color is emptiness and emptiness is color.

At this time, if our carefree little master goes down the mountain and fools a few foolish village women, it will be a decisive plan.

After ten days, after this day, Yan Kang borrowed a Ranga Sutra and other scriptures back to the meditation room, lit the lamp and took a closer look, this Ranga Sutra is written in Sanskrit, all of them are in a zigzag shape, and there are small characters written between each line, and the font is very small. He leaned close to the light and took a closer look: when he raised his hand, there was a direction in front and back, left and right......

At this moment, Wan Yankang's heart was excited!

Wanyan Kang got Jiuyang Divine Skill, and he was so excited all night that he fell asleep in the middle of the night. The next morning, while he was still asleep, he was awakened by a knock on the door of the little novice and asked him to follow him to the abbot's meditation room.

Time goes back a quarter of an hour......

In the abbot's room, a wisp of sandalwood curled lightly, Huineng sat alone on the futon, knocking on the wooden fish and silently reciting the Heart Sutra, and there was a person standing on the side.

Tianwu pushed the door in, strode in, and gave a salute.

Huineng asked softly: "Tianwu, you newly accepted little apprentice, can you still be safe for a while?" ”

Tianwu raised his eyebrows, which had no eyebrows: "Anfen, it's too Anfen." ”

Huineng heard Tianwu say this, so he asked Tianwu to tell Yan Kang in detail.

After saying that, Yan Kang's actions in the Shaolin Temple, beating Juexi's group of little monks, and being beaten by Juezhi and Juehui, his nose and face were swollen, these things Tianwu was clear in his heart. He was already accustomed to the life of this little prince for three days and two ends, but this guy seemed to have suddenly changed his sex, and he went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion every day to read the Buddhist scriptures.

Tianwu wondered in his heart, and he also called Yan Kang to study it once, and it seemed that this little apprentice still had a lot of experience in Buddhism.

Such an unconscious lord suddenly became honest, which made Tianwu very uncomfortable.

Huineng laughed: "It seems that this son has a fate with my Buddha, good, good, and miraculous skills can be passed on!" ”

When Tianwu heard this, he also let go of a matter of heart, but asked again: "Abbot, a few days ago, I was able to pass on the magic skills, why did I wait for a while?" ”

Huineng pointed to another monk beside him, "Colorless, you say." ”

The monk on the side first bowed to Tianwu before he spoke: "Master Qiyu, the disciple got the abbot's decree a few days ago, and he was in a hurry to leave the temple, and he had time to report to the master in the future, and the good teacher learned about it." ”

It turned out that this person was colorless, when he was subdued by Tianwu and shaved into Shaolin, although he was a monk halfway, his martial arts were the best among the wordless generations. In addition, this person was originally born in the green forest and had rich experience in the rivers and lakes, so Huineng sent him to Zhongdu to investigate Yan Kang's details before.

Although Wan Yankang claims to be the son of King Zhao, all kinds of methods do not seem to be fake. I'm not afraid of 10,000, I'm afraid of just in case, if you want to pass on the magic skills of the town temple, you can't tolerate the slightest sloppiness.

Colorless day and night, after arriving in the central capital, at the beginning of the search to find that the prince of Zhao Wang was still in the house, he couldn't help but be angry, thinking that Wan Yankang, a little liar, was bold and dared to deceive Shaolin. Thanks to the experience of colorless rivers and lakes, he noticed some abnormalities, so he spent a little time in Zhongdu, and went into the palace three times and twice at night to check the situation, only to find out that the little prince in the palace was a Xibei goods, and he inquired about the causes and consequences of Yan Kang's trouble, and then rushed back to Shaolin to report the situation.

Listening to the colorless simple talk of the experience, Tianwu Chao Huineng gave a deep salute: "The abbot is thoughtful, Tianwu is far beyond reach!" ”

After the colorless report was completed, Huineng asked him to go back to rest first, and asked Xiao Shami to invite Wan Yankang to come.

Wan Yankang only succeeded in Jiuyang Divine Skill yesterday, and he was called to the abbot early in the morning, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy. This magic skill that has not yet been hot, was found to be handed over, it turned out that he was being monitored so closely, Wan Yankang was very sad and angry.

As the saying goes, blessings are incomparable, and disasters are not singular.

How do you know that when you get to Wanyankang, you are blessed!

In a state of anxiety, when he heard the abbot call him to come, it turned out that he wanted to pass on his King Kong not bad magic skills, and Wan Yankang suddenly laughed like a fool.

Tianwu looked at Yan Kang Le like this, turned his face and secretly slandered: This disciple is also said to have seen the world, why is he laughing like a fool!

Catching a glimpse of the master's expression, Wan Yankang also knew that he was a little too happy, so he hurriedly cleaned up his mood and expressed his attitude to Huineng Tianwu that he must study hard, practice every day, and strive to carry forward the Shaolin Divine Skill.

Today I am proud of Shaolin!

He is proud of Shaolin in his day!

Hui Neng beckoned to Wan Yankang and asked him to come closer.

After Yan Kang took two more steps, he was about to kneel and bow, but he felt a strong force to hold himself up, and then pulled his hand, and he sat next to Hui Neng.

Huineng's skill is undoubtedly a manifestation of the pinnacle of internal strength, but Wan Yankang has been fiddled with by the old monk of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion a lot, but he doesn't feel it at all, and he has the idea that you can fiddle with it as much as you like.

After Hui Neng pulled Yan Kang to sit down, he gently stroked his little bald head, and said: "Don't worry, King Kong is not bad, it is the magic skill of my temple, and it should not be passed on lightly." Although you are a lay disciple, you have a lot of fate with Shaolin, so you can pass on this skill, but you must follow two rules. ”

Wan Yankang was so happy in his heart, let alone two, even two hundred were no problem, after hearing Huineng's words, he quickly nodded.

Huineng raised a finger: "Don't worry, after the King Kong is not bad magic skill is awarded to you, you can only practice alone, no matter who it is, even your children and grandchildren in the future, you will not be allowed to teach this magic skill." Otherwise, no matter what your identity is at that time, this temple will also recover this skill! ”

Huineng's words are extremely serious, but they are reasonable, and they are a group of temple gods, and they should be so.

Wan Yankang immediately pointed to the sky and swore an oath: "The sky is above, the Buddha is above, the disciple has to be awarded Shaolin King Kong today is not bad, and he will never teach others privately, that is, my children and grandchildren in the future, and he will never give this skill privately, if he violates this oath, the sky will thunder, cut off his children and grandchildren, and he will never fall into reincarnation!" ”

Huineng and Tianwu saw that Yan Kang's oath was so heavy, and their expressions were extremely solemn, and they both nodded in approval.

Huineng then said slowly: "After the great achievement of King Kong's incorruptible divine achievements, there will be the power of my Buddhist Sect Guardian King Kong, which can be described as immortal, impure, impure, not increasing or decreasing, and forever invincible." ”

Wan Yankang was extremely happy in his heart when he heard this, thinking that this is equivalent to absolute defense, in the future, young master, I will learn this skill, and I don't need to practice any moves, if you encounter someone fighting, you will hit me, and I will beat you. It's okay for others to beat me, but when I make a move, I will naturally be either killed or injured.

It seems that you want to be invincible, invincible is really lonely. Young master, after I have practiced my divine skills, I have to find the two bastards of Juezhi and Juehui first, and then have a good competition, hehehe......

The carefree little master was still in a state of flux, Huineng paused for a moment, and announced a Buddha horn to wake him up: "It is not easy to cultivate divine skills, and you need to practice diligently to achieve something." Before this small achievement, the power was not obvious. Don't worry, if you don't practice this skill to a small success, you can't claim to be the successor of this skill, so as not to fall my Shaolin prestige. ”

Wan Yankang waved his small hand, full of pride: "Abbot, don't worry, this King Kong is not bad, and it will definitely bloom on me." ”

Tianwu on the side couldn't help but snicker when he heard this, thinking that this little apprentice's talent in martial arts was not bad, but bragging about kung fu was definitely far above the talent of martial arts.

Huineng took out an old yellow book from his arms, solemnly handed it to Tianwu, and said: "This magic book can't be put on worry-free, otherwise I am afraid that there will be more trouble." Tianwu, you take good care of it, and you are responsible for teaching without worry. ”

Tianwu took the cheats with both hands and put it in his arms.

Huineng turned his head to Wan Yankang and said: "Don't worry, to practice this divine skill, you need to be what ordinary people can't do, and you can't endure what ordinary people can't, remember, remember!" ”

Wan Yankang was full of pride and ambition at this time, where would he take this seriously, he raised his small face: "Therefore, the heavens will descend on people, and they must first work hard and work their muscles and bones...... Abbot, don't worry, worry-free is to do big things, a little hard work is nothing! ”

Huineng smiled: "Good, good, good!" ”