Since the establishment of the Shaolin faction, except for the ancestor of Bodhidharma, no one has ever integrated countless stunts.

This Xuan Cheng is a figure who has not been born in the world for two hundred years, even if he has not yet reached the peak of his thirteen and seventy-two stunts at this time, but it is definitely not far behind!

Comparatively speaking, Murong Bo and the like are not worthy of lifting shoes for him!

A person who practices martial arts, he responds extremely quickly, and in the face of Fang Ming's sudden attack, Xuan Cheng asked himself that no one can do better!

But it's a pity that he met Fang Ming!

Fang Ming, who also has seventy-two stunts, builds a foundation with Shaolin martial arts, and even seventy-two stunts has learned more, more complete, and more subtle than him!

The other party used Shaolin martial arts to deal with Fang Ming, which was completely the rhythm of meat buns beating dogs.

After all, after studying Shaolin martial arts for so many years, Fang Ming can disassemble it even with his eyes closed.

At the moment, there are also a series of flying legs, the five fingers of the right hand are like hooks, the dragon claws are grabbed and shot, and the left finger is dotted, which is also the kung fu of the Doroye finger.

Snort!

There was a soft sound in the air, and Xuan Cheng's three life-saving moves were all resolved, and his chest was even more stuffy, and he had already been clicked on the acupoint.

"You ......"

His eyes widened, and his face was full of incredulity.

Originally, he thought that he had learned so many stunts, and the entire Shaolin was the first, who knew that casually walking out of a person could restrain him, this strong contrast even made him crack in his Buddha heart.

"The martial arts are good, but it's a pity that the practice has diverged in the road, and there is a lack of fire!"

Fang Ming flicked his fingers and flicked one after another, sending one after another true qi into Xuan Cheng's body, his eyes were blazing, and they were even brighter than the stars in the sky.

"Look me in the eye ......"

His voice was blurred, and even his eyes became dazed.

After a long time.

Xuan Cheng stood up and touched his face blankly: "Did I get distracted just now?" I've been so obsessed with practicing martial arts lately, Amitabha, sin and sin ......"

But when he thought of the supreme honor of possessing seventy-two stunts, his heart was hot again, and he strode towards the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, as if he had forgotten all about what had just happened.

"Good, first temptation!"

In the dark, Fang Ming touched his chin, turned around and left.

It's really exciting to run away after doing bad things!!

What do you do without running? If he was caught by the sweeping monk, he would die with Fang Ming even if he fought his Arhat body, and now Fang Ming really had no good way to resist it.

"But before you go, grab some loot first!"

Fang Ming's figure disappeared into the shadows and came to another place.

Bodhi Temple!

After being a monk for so many years, Shaolin Temple has long been touched by Fang Ming, and he can't go wrong with his eyes closed.

Looking at the words on the plaque, Fang Ming laughed and broke in in a big way.

"Good guy, so many monks are staying here, isn't there no three hundred taels of silver here?"

At this time, although the Bodhi Temple was empty on all sides, there were also many first seats, eminent monks and the like, seeing Fang Ming swaggering in, he immediately shouted angrily: "Who is coming?" ”

"Let's get out of the way!"

Fang Ming struck out with both palms in a row, and as soon as the cold qi of the ninth peak Shura Yin Sha Gong opened, it was really a clearing artifact, and the martial monks with slightly lower martial arts on the periphery all had their teeth chattering, their bodies trembling, and even a layer of frost condensed on their faces.

"The thief who robbed the scriptures is coming!"

An old monk with a white beard and white eyebrows shouted loudly, but unfortunately he became a duck halfway through the shouting, and he couldn't make a sound.

Fang Ming slapped his palms one after another, no matter what kind of high monk and great virtue, he was a reclusive master, and when he touched his palms, he felt an extremely cold qi attack his body, his blood froze, and he fell to the ground and kept swinging.

All the way to the apse, I saw the screen bronze mirror in front of the Buddha statue.

This bronze mirror is very large, the light can be seen, and there are four verses engraved on it: "Everything has a way, such as a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, as it is." ”

Fang Ming popped out four wisps of finger wind, and flicked them on the four words 'one', 'dream', 'such as' and 'is'.

But listening to the sound of rolling, the bronze mirror had slowly turned up, Fang Ming took out a package from behind the bronze mirror, put it straight into his arms, and no longer looked at the monks who fell to the ground, laughed and left.

When the Shaolin abbot heard the news and came with a master, he only saw the trembling monks all over the ground, and the cold ice on the copper pillars on all sides, Fang Ming had already disappeared.

……

The wind is blowing.

Fang Ming's current light skills have reached the point of being invisible and invisible, and they have reached the limit of their personal strength.

After drifting down the mountain, Fang Ming straightened his clothes again and returned to the inn.

"Brother Chun!"

When the little girl Li Qingluo saw Fang Ming come in, her face was full of smiles, and she put down the syringe in her hand.

"Well, Ah Luo is so good!"

Fang Ming smiled and touched the little girl's head, while Li Qingluo pouted: "The baby is crying again...... It took me a long time to lull him to sleep! ”

Although she was only a child, her face was also flushed with sadness.

"What? You know how difficult it was for your parents to raise you back then, right? Fang Ming smiled: "Did you miss them?" ”

"Hmm!" Li Qingluo nodded obediently, her two watery eyes full of expectation.

"Good! We'll go back to Dali in three days and go find them! ”

The matter of the Central Plains has been completed, and Xiao Feng and Yi Jingjing have come back, as long as they wait for two more days and see the results of Xuancheng's temptation, then they can return to Dali.

Hearing that she could go back, the little girl's face was full of smiles, and she bit her fingers again: "Will Brother Chun still be with others?" Dad and his mother always quarrel, Qingluo is so afraid! ”

"Naturally! If you don't want to go, no one in the world can snatch you from me......"

After appeasing the little girl and coaxing Li Qingluo to sleep, Fang Ming opened the Yijin Sutra by the light of the oil lamp.

The pages of the book are densely packed with Sanskrit, but Fang Ming, who is proficient in language and writing, and has been a monk for several years, can understand it at a glance.

"Sure enough, it is the Yijin Sutra, which is similar to the version of the Ming Dynasty!"

Fang Ming was not in a hurry, he first read the Yijin Sutra from beginning to end, and combined it with what he had learned, through the comparison and change of the exercises of the two eras, he had a better understanding of the content of the Yijin Sutra.

"If it is said that the inheritance of martial arts, it is always not as good as the ancient, it is also ridiculous, after several generations of monks to delete and change, the Ming Dynasty's Yijin Jing is obviously more profound and mysterious, but Tianlong's "Yijin Jing" is more suitable for the vitality of heaven and earth in today's era......"

While thinking about it, the wisps of breath on Fang Ming's body seemed to change again, deep and mysterious, restrained to the extreme, even his breath seemed to be gradually disappearing, no matter which master of the rivers and lakes came over, if he didn't watch it with the naked eye, he would probably think that there was no one in front of him.

"Although this "Yijin Sutra" is good, if it weren't for one book and two classics, I wouldn't be too lazy to grab it!"

After memorizing all the "Yijin Sutra", Fang Ming casually took some water and soaked the entire secret book.

Strange images of characters emerge, all of which are distorted into strange angles, or grabbing the ground with their heads, or folding their waists in half, as if a group of demons are dancing wildly.

But Fang Ming, who had experience, knew at a glance that it was an extremely superior ancient yoga kung fu.

"Do you want to achieve the Divine Foot Sutra by breaking the line of samadhi? It seems to be in the same vein as the yoga tantra, but each has its own mysteries! ”

The Antartarayoga is one of the two great protectors of Tantra, and is as famous as the dragon elephant prajna.

And this "Divine Foot Sutra" seems to be not inferior at all!

If it weren't for that, just with the current Shaolin "Yijin Sutra", Fang Ming would not bother to visit the Bodhi Monastery again.

"Well worth the trip! It's worth the trip! ”

Fang Ming's jaw headed: "Next, as long as you wait for Xuancheng's results to come out, you can turn back to Dali!" ”

……

At the same time, inside the Pavilion of the Scriptures.

Xuan Cheng was picking and picking among a bunch of martial arts secrets, and suddenly found this "Prajna Palm Method", and immediately showed joy, turned around and was about to leave, but his arm was a flick, knocking down a "Lotus Sutra" and a "Miscellaneous Ahan Sutra" next to him.

Xuan Cheng looked at these two Dharmas, his face was stunned, and he suddenly thought that he only cared about the improvement of martial arts at this time, but neglected his own Dharma cultivation, and the five aggregates were all confused, which was really undeserved, and he felt a little ashamed in his heart.

When I just wanted to pick up the two classics and put back the classics of the Prajna Palm Method, I was confused again, and I actually took a few steps out of the way.

"Amitabha, alas! Pity!!! ”

At this moment, a thin monk in a green robe picked up the two Buddhist scriptures and sighed.

He also had a broom in his hand, and he seemed to be bowing and sweeping the floor.

"It turned out to be a minister monk who was in charge of miscellaneous labor!" Xuan Cheng saw that the old monk was dressed and knew the reason, the Shaolin Temple family had a great cause, and the monks wanted to practice martial arts and Zen, and the general chores needed to be done by other monks.

Although this serving monk is a monk of Shaolin Temple, he only shaves his degree and does not worship the teacher, does not teach martial arts, does not practice meditation, and does not list the ranks of "Xuan, Hui, Void, and Emptiness".

Xuan Cheng is the first-class monk in the temple, I don't know this monk, but I am not surprised, but I can't help but have some doubts when I hear his tone seem to be related to himself.

"That's not right! Now it is the period of the Khitan people stealing the scriptures, there are senior monks inside and outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion who are strictly guarded, and a group of miscellaneous monks are sent elsewhere, how can he still get in? ”

A big doubt arises.

Xuan Cheng saw that the old monk was slow, weak, his face was blank, his eyes were blank, and he didn't look like he had martial arts, so he couldn't help but be even more puzzled: "What did you just say?" ”

The old monk said: "The master is a senior monk of this temple, but he did this foolish deed, and he abandoned my ancestor's micro-words and French and the quotations and experiences of the senior monks of the past dynasties. Alas, it is harmful to oneself and to others......"

Originally, for Xuan Cheng, who was dedicated to practicing martial arts, even if it was not deafening and thought-provoking, he had to ponder it carefully, but at this time, he was angry in his heart, and his eyebrows were raised: "What a miscellaneous monk, come to teach me a lesson?" (To be continued.) )