Early one morning, Juehui took the initiative to finish Yan Kang and said, "Uncle Junior, do you feel that your boxing skills have not grown much in the past few days?" ”

After Yan Kang thought for a while, nodded, and suddenly pointed at Juehui and said, "Could it be that you two can't work!" ”

Jue Hui waved his hand again and again, and said with a bitter face: "Uncle Shi, you have an amazing understanding, and you are very familiar with Luohan boxing, but your nephew and your old man's moves are mainly based on defense, and this boxing practice is not comprehensive after all." ”

When Yan Kang heard this, he thought that there was some truth in his heart, so he said proudly: "You two let go of your hands and feet and play with Uncle Shi and me, why do you have so many scruples!" ”

Juehui laid the groundwork for a while, and waited for Yan Kang's words, but he felt a little unsafe, and added quietly: "I'm afraid that Uncle Shi will be injured by then." ”

Wan Yankang didn't care, and waved his little hand: "Compete in martial arts, if there is damage, it is inevitable, and I will never blame you." ”

"Really?"

"It's more real than real gold!" As soon as this sentence was said, Wan Yankang always felt weird, as if he had fallen into some trap, but seeing that Juezhi and Juehui didn't seem to be abnormal, he let go of his thoughts.

Let's fight!

After only three moves, Juehui shouted: "Uncle Shi, look at the move." He opened Yan Kang's right hand with his left hand, and hit Yan Kang's face door with his right fist.

This move crosses the sea to descend the dragon, it is a very fierce move in the Arhat boxing, and it is only Wanyan Kang who comes on weekdays, and Juezhi and Juehui are just two moves. Today, Juehui came, Wan Yankang avoided it for a while, and he received a solid slap on the door.

Juehui hurriedly stopped and came over to care about the little uncle. It was also Juehui who temporarily retracted his strength, Wan Yankang only suffered a slight blow, and his face was just a little bruised, he shook his head and said that it was okay, come again!

Wan Yankang was punched seven or eight times that day, fell more than a dozen times, and was beaten with great anger, and refused to stop even if he suffered losses.

In the end, Juezhi couldn't see it, and the two of them opened up, and then they stopped.

After Yan Kang returned to the meditation room, his mind calmed down, and he knew that he had jumped into the pit dug by Juehui today, and he couldn't say what he was beaten. After Yan Kang looked back on the fight, thinking about it, he was stupid and happy.

It doesn't matter if you're beaten, as long as the kung fu is real.

If you beat your master, you will be beaten back sooner or later.

It's only been a night, and Wan Yankang is waiting there again.

Juezhi and Juehui walked over slowly, looking at the carefree little uncle with a look full of fighting spirit. Oops, it seems that our brothers were wrong last night, this little uncle didn't have stage fright, and he didn't complain.

Not bad, not bad, courage is commendable!

Since this is the case, the little master of Juezhi rolled up his sleeves and worked hard.

Well, it's a foil beating!

Although the fighting spirit is strong, the fighting spirit cannot be transformed into combat effectiveness. It is true that Uncle Worry-free has a long internal breath, but after all, he is small and weak, his hands are short and his legs are short, and he will be knocked to the ground in three moves and five styles, and he can't give full play to the long-lasting advantages of Quanzhen's internal strength!

After being beaten for four or five days, Wan Yankang finally came to his senses.

There's no way, it's not okay if you don't realize it, although Juezhi and Juehui are measured, but the face of the carefree little master is already bruised and swollen and he can't go out to meet people!

Skin trauma is also an injury!

Hitting people doesn't slap them in the face, these two monks don't understand!

Wan Yankang thought viciously while recuperating from his injuries: "These two bastards, when I am deep in kung fu, young master, I have to let you know why the flowers are so red." ”

The long body has to be slow, and to quickly improve martial arts, you can only think of a way from the internal strength, Wan Yan Kang has been coming to Shaolin for more than half a month, and the matter of learning from the scriptures has to be officially started.

After another three or five days, the bruises and swelling on his face gradually disappeared, and Wan Yankang sighed that Shaolin's bone-setting plaster was effective, so he swaggered out of the meditation room and walked towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is deep in the temple, and before Yan Kang finishes it, he has found out the location of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, but he has not yet gone to the Pavilion. There are three floors in the scripture pavilion, the first floor does not contain books, and all the tables, chairs and futons are placed, which is a place for the monks in the temple to borrow or copy the scriptures; The second floor is full of Buddhist scriptures, claiming to have a collection of 8 million books; The third layer is hidden by a variety of martial arts cheats, as well as the martial arts experience of monks in the past dynasties.

When Yan Kang arrived at the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he was stopped by the monk at the door and asked who the master was.

According to the rules of Shaolin, the monks of the Juezi generation are not qualified to come to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion alone to study advanced martial arts, even if they want to study advanced martial arts, they need to be accompanied by a master or have a warrant from a senior monk.

Wan Yankang looked at the two monks standing guard with a look of anti-thief, and snorted: "My master's name is Tianwu, you go and ask him to come over to confirm!" ”

The two monks at the door were only young monks of the Juezi generation, and after hearing this, they knew that this person was actually a junior uncle. Although Wan Yankang has not been in the temple for a long time, there are not many people in the temple who know him, but the fact that the master of the Luohan Hall has accepted a little disciple is almost known to everyone in the temple.

The two monks at the door, one called Juecai and the other called Jueneng, were standing guard in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion on this day. After listening to Yan Kang's reply, he hurriedly smiled and said: "It turned out to be Uncle Wuwu, I think it is the first time for Uncle to come to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, why don't you let your nephew lead Uncle up?" ”

Wan Yankang nodded, letting Jue Neng lead the way, while chatting about the rules in this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Although Shaolin Temple is a Buddhist temple, the root is a great school of martial arts, and the Buddhist scriptures on the second floor are all read and borrowed by the monks in the temple, but the martial arts secrets on the third floor are restricted.

The third floor, where the martial arts cheats are stored, is divided into two parts: the cabinet and the outer cabinet.

There are many cheats in the outer cabinet, in addition to the basic martial arts of Shaolin itself, there are other martial arts collected by Shaolin for hundreds of years. Outer Pavilion Martial Arts, Shaolin Temple in the Wu Monk above the word can be read at will, Jue Zi generation disciples, if there is an entry to the basic martial arts has entered the hall, with the permission of the teacher, also qualified to study, but not too much.

The martial arts secrets of the cabinet are the cornerstone of the Shaolin Temple, such as the seventy-two stunts such as the finger of the unphased robbery and the robe to subdue the demons. The monks in the temple, except for the abbot and the first seat of the Luohan Hall, the Discipline Academy, the Dharma Academy, etc., can study the cabinet martial arts at will, and the monks of any other generation want to refine their skills, and they must be allowed by the abbot.

The cabinet guards are also extremely cautious, day and night, there are three senior monks above the heavenly character to guard in turn. In the outer pavilion, there are only two wordless monks who take turns to guard.

As for the Yijin Sutra and other magic skills of the town temple, they are not stored in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion on weekdays, and only the abbot knows the location of the collection. If these temple gods are also in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, I am afraid that the senior monks who are guarding will not be able to keep the Zen heart, and they will inevitably have to be guarded and stolen.

In addition, the secret books of martial arts in the outer pavilion of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion can still be borrowed with the permission of the monks. And the cabinet of advanced martial arts, can only be read in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, not brought out, what kind of stunts the monks in the temple studied, all must be recorded.

At night, the Scripture Pavilion will be closed, regardless of who else is on the second and third floors, and it is easy not to raise candles and light them, so as not to cause a catastrophe.

Jue Neng explained the various rules in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to Wan Yan Kang, and at the same time led Wan Yan Kang to visit the grand occasion of eight million Buddhist scriptures on the second floor. After walking around the second floor, Jue Neng led Yan Kang to the staircase on the third floor, and said with his palms together: "Good teacher uncle learned that the martial arts upstairs is important, and the master and nephew are not allowed to enter, and I also hope that Uncle Haihan will ask Uncle Shi to go upstairs by himself." ”

Wanyan Kangwan smiled: "There is a nephew, uncle, I came to see the Buddhist scriptures, this third floor, you don't have to go up today!" ”

Jue Neng exclaimed, I never thought that this new little uncle was not interested in martial arts, and came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to only read Buddhist scriptures, if so, the little uncle should not worship under the ancestral seat of the heavenly martial uncle!

Looking at Jue Neng's surprised eyes, Wan Yankang felt that he needed to explain: "Master taught, I Shaolin martial arts, to cultivate to a high level, I have to look at the cultivation of Buddhism. My Shaolin disciple, the deeper the cultivation of Buddhism, the more advanced the cultivation of martial arts. Senior nephew, although you are young and not qualified to study advanced martial arts, you can also refine the Dharma first. After speaking, he patted Jue Neng's shoulder earnestly.

I felt that I could hear such a villain talk to myself about the truth, and I felt a little crying and laughing, and I was about to nod yes, when I heard a chuckle from upstairs: "What the little monk said is good, and the little monk is also good!" ”

This laughter is not loud, but it is extremely clear in the ears, Wan Yankang and Jue can be shocked when they hear it, knowing that this must be the predecessor of this temple, and the internal strength has entered the realm to be so.

Wan Yankang thought that this high-ranking person who spoke up might want to go downstairs to teach him, so he and Jue Neng honestly waited for their seniors to come downstairs at the staircase to teach, who knew that they waited for a cup of tea, but they didn't see half a figure.

Wanyan Kang said in his heart that he had thought wrong, so he sent Jue Neng back.

As soon as Jue Neng's eye-catching goods left, Wan Yankang cheered in his heart, Jiuyang Shengong, good baby, young master, I'm here!

On the second floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, there are dozens of rows of bookshelves, and there are countless scriptures of all kinds, and some monks read the scriptures silently in the meantime, and walk around from time to time. Although Wan Yankang went to those Ranga Sutras, he had to cover them up, otherwise he would be found to have miraculous skills in the scriptures, and the matter would be a big deal!

Wan Yan Kang first found a Diamond Sutra and recited it silently like other monks: If I heard it, for a while, the Buddha was in the Lonely Garden......

Although he is not a real Buddha, after all, he has a bald head, and the carefree little master still recites seriously, and he is also a little immersed in it for a while.

After reading the Diamond Sutra for a while, Yan Kang stuffed the Sutra back into its place, turned around the two rows of bookshelves, and picked up another copy of the Myoho-renge-kyo Sutra.

After the meal, Wanyan Kang flipped through the Myoho-renge-kyo Sutra and put the scriptures back in preparation to find the Ranga Sutras.

Wan Yankang had just put down the scriptures, and suddenly a voice came from his ears: "Amitabha, reading the scriptures like this is very inappropriate, very inappropriate!" ”

When I looked up, I saw an old monk standing two or three steps on the left, this person was wearing a washed white monk's robe, his face was thin, his eyebrows were black, and his eyes were extremely bright.

Listening to the voice, Wan Yankang felt a little familiar, but he had never met this person. However, seeing that this person must be an elder in the temple, Wan Yankang stood up straight first and saluted respectfully: "I have seen my predecessors without worry." ”

The old monk sighed: "Little monk, are you a wordless person?" Who is your master? ”

Wan Yankang replied honestly: "The little monk master is Tianwu. ”

The old monk shook his head strangely: "No, no, it's not right, Tianwu, the little monk's martial arts practice, there are only a few Buddhist scriptures that I really understand, where do I understand the truth that my Shaolin Buddhism cultivation is deeper and martial arts cultivation is deeper!" ”

After Yan Kang thought that this old monk was the person who spoke upstairs just now, no wonder he felt a little familiar when he heard the voice. The deeper the cultivation of Buddhism and the deeper the cultivation of martial arts, is the truth that Wan Yankang remembered in the novel in his previous life, but he casually said that Jue Neng was taught by Tianwu, who knew that this old monk was so serious.

Wan Yankang was thinking about how to prevaricate the past, and he was picked up coldly. As a person who practices martial arts, Wan Yankang subconsciously wanted to resist, but when an internal force came from his neck, he had no power to move.

The old monk carried Wan Yankang to a bookshelf, gently put him down, took out a Buddhist scripture, handed it to Wan Yankang, and said with a smile: "Good boy, read the scriptures well, read the scriptures well!" ”

As soon as Wan Yankang was put on the ground, his body was free, and he immediately took the scriptures respectfully and honestly turned over the books.

What the old monk gave to Wan Yankang was a copy of the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra, which is only a few hundred words, but it has a very respected status in the Buddhist scriptures. It is said that the Buddha said that among the 84,000 methods, the Prajna method is the most special.

After Yan Kang honestly recited the Heart Sutra a few times, looked up and saw that the old monk seemed to have walked away, he breathed a sigh of relief, and was ready to put the Heart Sutra back and get back to business.

"The Heart Sutra may be recited?" The old monk's voice came at the right time, and Yan Kang's hands trembled in fright, and the Buddhist scriptures fell to the ground.

Wan Yankang has just recited it a few times, and he has coped with things, and where he will pay attention, he naturally can't memorize it. Listening to the old monk's words, Wan Yankang hurriedly picked up the Heart Sutra and recited it seriously, looking forward to the old monk quickly flashing people.

When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering......

After a long time, Wan Yankang closed the scriptures and recited them silently in his heart, and finally it was done!

Wan Yankang happily put this Heart Sutra back in its place, and saw that the old monk seemed to be leaving, he swept through the bookshelves, and there was no Lenga Sutra, so he had to go to another row of bookshelves to find it.

The old monk appeared again, holding a stack of scripture books, and said with a smile: "Good boy, you are a person with a big root, this Yan Hua Sutra is the most suitable for you." ”

Wan Yankang was shocked, Nima, it was just a Heart Sutra, and it was not difficult to get it after chatting about hundreds of words.

What the hell is this stack in the hands of this old monk!

In this way, there are dozens of books!

I really take this young master as a monk!

After Yan Kang was angry, he turned around and was about to run, but before he ran three steps, he felt that his body was light, and he was picked up by the old monk again.

"Good boy, read the Bible well!"

After Yan Kang waited for the old monk to put himself down, his body lowered, and he continued to run from behind the old monk.

This time, he didn't even finish two steps, and Wanyan Kangren was carried into the air again. The old monk held dozens of Buddhist scriptures in one hand, turned around, took steps, and picked up Wan Yan Kang, and his movements were done in one go, without any fireworks.

Wan Yankang was gently placed on the ground again, and the old monk looked at him with a smile, not angry at all, and only held the Buddhist scriptures and sent them to Wan Yankang.

Wan Yankang gave himself countless big ear scrapers in his heart, why did he say a lot of bastard words for a while, so that this old monk who came out of nowhere caught himself and didn't let go.

It's just that this old monk's martial arts are so high that he can't even run.

Heroes don't suffer immediate losses. Looking at the posture of the old monk, Wan Yankang could only give in, took the scriptures with both hands, found a table and chair to put the scriptures down, and counted the books.

Boy! There are actually eighty volumes of the Yan Hua Sutra of Raushzi.

Let's read it book by volume!

After reading for a while, Wan Yankang looked around, and the old monk seemed to be missing again. But he always felt that the old monk was hiding somewhere to stare at him, where to dare to slip away.

Finally, it was dark when the sky was dark, and the monks patrolling the pavilion came to invite the other monks in the pavilion away. Wan Yankang also looked around respectfully and asked a few times: "Senior, can the disciple go?" ”

After a while, no one responded, and Wan Yankang hurriedly ran out of the Scripture Pavilion.