"Arhat Miracle!"

At night, when everything was silent, Fang Ming sat cross-legged and meditated, and every word about this set of internal exercises slowly flowed through his heart like a bright moon stream.

Shaolin martial arts is extremely foundational, and Zen Master Chengzhi saw that Fang Ming had a talent in internal breathing, so he naturally started to teach from internal strength.

Fortunately, Fang Ming deliberately stole the teacher in the Daqian Rejuvenation Hall from the beginning, and he was very familiar with the meridian acupoints, so he finally avoided the trouble of recognizing the acupoints at the beginning.

After going through all the essences, Fang Ming opened his eyes.

"Although the Arhat Divine Skill has the word 'God', it is actually just the introductory internal skill of the Arhat Hall, and it is rumored that the statue of five hundred Arhats who can appear when cultivating to a high and profound realm is a beautiful word with gold on the faces of future generations!"

The title of Arhat, in fact, has a very low status in the Brahmanas, and it is the lowest fruit position, which is 108,000 miles worse than the Bodhisattva and the Buddha, the key is that if you can really cultivate into a golden-bodied Arhat in the end, then Fang Ming also admits it, but if you think about it, you know that it is unlikely.

"However, despite this, this arhat magic skill is also authentic in Brahmanism, the most gentle and mellow, hidden compassion, plus the master's tips, it is the most suitable for me now!"

Fang Ming raised his head and saw that the bright moon was in the sky, it was around the time of the child, and his mind immediately fell silent and entered the state of practice.

The meridian hour of the day is the best time to spit out the old and accept the new, and warm up the internal force, this is a true sentence, not a reminder from Zen Master Chengzhi, Fang Ming will not think of it.

As soon as his mind moved, a trace of true qi formed by the Nine Figures and Six Sitting Statue Figures began to flow slowly along the route of the Arhat Divine Skill.

Ordinary bhikshunis do not have Fang Ming's extreme talent, and their internal qi is self-generated.

If they want to cultivate internal strength, they have to start from scratch step by step, first induce the qi machine, then stop the qi sense, and keep swallowing and polishing, which is a lot of trouble.

Fang Ming's step was to save a lot of effort in the front.

Moreover, because the internal force cultivated by the Nine Figures and Six Sitting Statue Body Method is the same as the Arhat Divine Skill, there is no stagnation in cultivation, and even faintly has a great help.

Call! Suck! Call! Suck!

Fang Ming began to adjust his breathing according to a specific frequency, and for a while he entered the realm of forgetting things and self.

And the inner breath of the Arhat Divine Skill began to gradually mellow and grow under Fang Ming's continuous swallowing......

At this time, a figure also appeared by the window.

This person is tall and thin, and he doesn't make a sound between his actions, and he obviously has excellent light skills.

"Relaxed! The gas veins are long! This son actually entered the threshold of arhat magic at the beginning, isn't it the reincarnation of my great master? Or with Su Hui? ”

This person didn't dare to disturb Fang Ming, and left as he came, but there was still a look of shock on his face.

The moonlight shone on the man's face, shining a dark and simple face, with no hair on his head and a nine-point ring scar.

This person is naturally Chengzhi, after he taught Fang Ming the way of internal power operation, he was not worried about his little apprentice, so he specially came to watch one or two.

But Fang Ming's comprehension was so high and his fortune was obviously beyond his expectations, making him think that he was the reincarnation of the Buddha.

Although Shaolin is Zen Buddhism, it also involves the theory of reincarnation, after all, the core theory of Buddhism is the theory of six reincarnations.

Despite this, Cheng Zhi only thought that it was Fang Ming's fate, and he was even more determined to be good at adjusting and teaching in the future.

The night had passed, and by the time Fang Ming opened his eyes again, it was already early morning on the second day.

"Internal cultivation is really magical!"

Fang Ming shook his arms, and found that after he had done Zhou Tian, instead of feeling the slightest tiredness, he felt refreshed and refreshed.

Looking at the dantian inside, I saw that after a night of cultivation and polishing, it has become a little stronger than before, and at this time it is entrenched at the bottom of the dantian, like a dragon diving into the abyss, with its own bearing.

"The way of internal strength, the most important thing is perseverance, the water drops wear the stone, if there is no big opportunity, the great fortune, just from the first glimpse of the door to the house, it will take at least five or six years of effort, as for the realm of pure fire, it is not only to look at the time, but also to see the understanding......"

Fang Ming smiled bitterly.

Now he is only a beginner in the Arhat Divine Skill, and if he wants to cultivate to a high and profound realm, I am afraid that it will take no less than ten years of hard work.

And what's even more cheating is that! This Arhat Divine Skill is only a superficial part of the martial arts of the Shaolin Temple, if you want to practice it step by step like this, until the Seventy-two Stunts and the Yijin Sutra and the like, the time consumed just thinking about it makes Fang Ming a little collapsed.

Moreover, his body is still only a divine soul crossing, and what he can bring back may only be martial arts memories, which is even more deceitful.

"The practice of internal strength is water grinding kung fu, and I can't be in a hurry, but in the Daqian world, I urgently need a few external skills to protect my body and defend myself!" Fang Ming groaned: "There is no way to do internal strength, you can only start with the moves!" Just right, I'm going to ask the master for advice today! ”

After the morning class, Fang Ming respectfully greeted Zen Master Chengzhi and said his request.

"Hmmm! In this way, I will teach you Shaolin Changquan! Cheng Zhi nodded.

"Sister, I've been delayed until now, and even time is running out, so I can finally learn an offensive martial art! It's just the most rudimentary! Fang Ming secretly slandered, but his face was grateful.

Shaolin Changquan, also known as Shaolin Thirty-three Road Divine Fist, has a total of thirty-three styles, and each style has four or five variations, total, there are nearly two hundred variations in total.

Zen Master Chengzhi first demonstrated Shaolin Changquan from beginning to end, and then ordered Fang Ming to follow the study, and then correct the posture one by one, so that he only learned about three styles in a day, and when a set of Shaolin Changquan was learned, it took nearly half a month of effort.

And after Fang Ming became proficient, Cheng Zhi personally went down to fight with Fang Ming to dismantle the fist moves, teaching the way to face the enemy.

This is the back door, the average pure character generation warrior monk, only with their peers, where is there still the reason for the elders to work tirelessly to feed the recruits?

However, Zen Master Chengzhi remembered that Fang Ming's qualifications were outstanding, and he was a rare talented jade, and he was even more faintly wise, suspected to be the reincarnation of great virtue, and naturally had blue eyes, different from other generations of monks.

In this way, a month later, Fang Ming completely practiced Shaolin Changquan, although this martial art is only a basic introductory martial art, but it is also broad and profound, and with the improvement of internal strength, the power will increase, endless.

In the past, there was Qiao Feng, the leader of the beggar gang, who fought all over the world in Juxianzhuang with a set of Taizu long fists, which is why he fought all over the world.

Fang Ming naturally also knew the way of martial arts, the principle of internal strength first, and while practicing Shaolin Changquan hard, he did not fall behind in the cultivation of internal strength.

But the cultivation of internal strength is really not an overnight thing, and it is even more taboo to be impetuous, Fang Ming has been practicing hard for a month, that is, the internal strength has increased a little bit, and there is no too obvious change.

In this way, while Fang Ming smiled bitterly, he could only focus on the moves.

Throughout the world of Lu Ding Ji, nine out of ten people in the martial arts are mediocre, and there are few people who are really profound, and in this case, some exquisite moves can naturally exert great power.

The Shaolin martial arts inheritance is very complete, and the general disciples have learned Luohan boxing after they have practiced Shaolin Changquan, and then learn Fuhu boxing, and wait until they have a certain foundation in internal and external skills, and then they can learn Wei Tuozhang.

If you are smart and diligent, after practicing in the Vedic palm for seven or eight years, you can learn to scatter the flower palm.

After learning the Scattered Flower Palm, he has reached the realm that the old monk Chengguang said, "Ordinary disciples of other sects are not very invincible"!

Fuck your sister! This "disciple of another sect" refers to the disciples of the pit father sect in Lu Ding Ji.

Fang Ming just thought about the original book a little, and he had the urge to cry! Lao Tzu has been practicing here for more than ten years, and when he reaches the outside, he is only a disciple of the general sect of Lu Ding Ji? How sad is this?

Shaolin martial arts is entering the country slowly, and it is not such a slow method, right?

Although I burst into tears, I still have to practice! After learning Shaolin Changquan, Zen Master Chengzhi really ignored the pleading in Fang Ming's eyes, and directly started teaching from Luohan Boxing.

And Fang Ming could only grit his teeth and silently comfort himself in his heart.

It's not that I don't want to steal school, but since the Shaolin Temple had the fire foreman Tuo and Zhang Sanfeng's incident, the view of the portal has become more and more strict.

Ordinary martial arts don't matter, but advanced martial arts are extremely heavily guarded, and if Fang Ming dares to fight the idea of seventy-two stunts, he will be discovered immediately.

In an instant, a large number of terrible words such as picking off the tendons and tendons, breaking the pipa bones, and scrapping the dantian all floated in front of Fang Ming's eyes, making him wisely give up this very tempting idea and honestly follow Cheng Zhi to learn Luohan Boxing.

On this day, Fang Ming was practicing boxing with Zen Master Chengzhi.

He pulled his back with his chest, raised his fist and slammed it, but he also brought the sound of whirring wind, and he had a little power.

And Zen Master Chengzhi, who was watching from the sidelines, also couldn't help nodding: "Very good, your trick 'Black Tiger Digging Heart' is easy to send and receive, and you have already won three of the flavors......

While! While! While......

And at this time, the vast and grand, penetrating bell Mouran sounded, and there was a faint sound of horses' hooves outside the temple.

Fang Ming stopped what he was doing, looked out of the wall and was speechless.

"Amitabha!" Cheng Zhi recited a Buddha name: "This must be what the abbot said a few days ago, the Beijing official who has become a monk for the current saint is here, you go with me to the main hall to greet ......."

"Yes! Master! Fang Ming saluted and followed behind.

It's just that in the eyes, there is a faint strange light flashing.

"Wei Xiaobao! Is it finally here? Fang Ming said secretly in his heart.

With a hint of curiosity, although Fang Ming was ranked among the pure character monks, he stood on tiptoe and looked at the scene in the middle of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

At this time, Wei Xiaobao was just a teenage child, his body had not yet grown, and his eyes were thieves, but he was wearing a solemn official uniform, straight as a play, and he looked very nondescript.

I only heard Zen Master Hao Cong say: "Lord Wei became a monk on behalf of the emperor, which is the honor of this temple." He immediately took out the razor and said, "Master Wei is the emperor's stand-in, which is not trivial, even if he is an old man, he doesn't dare to be your master." Lao Gu accepted you as a disciple for the first teacher, you are Lao Gu's junior disciple, and your Dharma name is obscure. In the Shaolin Temple, the obscure characters are you and Lao Wei. ”

"Your sister is gone, now she has really become the apprentice grandson of this little deflated gangster......" Fang Ming looked at Wei Xiaobao, who was crying, and rolled his eyes wildly in his heart, depressed.