The night is fading, and the morning light is just dawning.

In the Huangjue Temple, the sound of horses' hooves is urgent, and a little monk rides a horse to gallop in the snow of yesterday, going back and forth between many temples, and lighting a stick of incense.

The faint smell of incense wafts in this thousand-year-old temple.

The snow reflects the vicissitudes of thousands of years.

Call~

The little monk turned over and dismounted, and was about to enter the temple.

I suddenly heard the sound of thunder rolling in my ears, and I was startled at first, and then calmed down.

"The snoring of the Taoist again?"

The little monk quietly glanced at a quiet mansion in the distance.

The house is close to the back mountain, backed by a relic, with a large lake in front of the door, surrounded by trees, very quiet and quiet.

The nearest hall to it is forty or fifty zhang.

"Shall I go and have a look?"

The little monk's heartbeat was a little fast.

He hadn't seen the Taoist master in that mansion, but he had heard a lot about him.

Three months ago, after this Taoist leader rang the Huangjue Bell eighty-one times in a row, shaking the entire Huangjue Temple, there were rumors about this Taoist leader, and they had already spread among their senior brothers.

It is said that this Taoist chief is one zhang and two feet tall, his waist circumference is also one zhang and two, he can run a horse on his arms, his thighs are thicker than old trees, and he can eat 300 catties of good rice noodles in one meal, and he also has to add a big pill.

Otherwise, how can you ring the Huangjue bell?

You must know that it has been more than three months since the Huangjue Bell was beaten down, and it is still lying there quietly.

The senior brothers of the Warrior Monk Hall are so powerful, each of them has the strength of a thousand catties, but the combined efforts of one hundred and eighty people can't shake the slightest!

Others believe it or not, and the little monk doesn't know, but he does.

He came every day to light incense, but he could hear the snoring that was more terrifying than thunder.

Snoring is like thunder, and if he farts, he won't collapse the yard!

How awesome is that?

The little monk's heart thumped, lit the last stick of incense, and tied the horse to the doorpost.

Cautiously approached the house.

He is also a kung fu person, his steps are very gentle, and he does not make a sound when he steps on the thick snow.

It wasn't long before he approached the mansion.

As he got closer, the little monk couldn't stand it anymore.

Hundreds of zhang away, the thunder was still very small, but the closer he got, the louder the thunder became, and the distance was still more than thirty zhang, and he was already a little dizzy.

'That's amazing!' ’

The little monk's heart beat farther and farther.

He silently carried the internal force, cautiously approached the house, and as soon as he walked into the thirty zhang, his body suddenly became hot, as if soaked in hot water, warm.

The cold of the winter morning seems to have disappeared all at once.

"Good boy! It's so warm here, why hasn't the snow melted? ”

The little monk became more and more amazed and curious in his heart.

With this hot current, he only felt that the thunderous 'snoring' didn't seem to be so annoying.

On the contrary, it made his body tremble very comfortably, as if he had broken his leg while riding a horse again, and his uncle was massaging his muscles and bones for himself.

He almost groaned when he was comfortable.

After walking two steps and coming to the door, the little monk looked at the effect of probing his brain, carefully lying on the door, and looking towards the crack in the door.

The yard is so big, the yard where our thirty brothers live together is not half the size of this yard.

First of all, an exclamation.

Then he saw a Taoist.

A young Taoist wearing a white Taoist robe, but without a Taoist crown, seems to be a wandering young Taoist.

"Where is the second high, the senior brothers are really lying to me......

Looking at the ordinary Taoist, the little monk was a little disappointed in his heart.

This Taoist is not as powerful as the rumors, his body is plain, and he doesn't seem to have the bearing of the rumored master.

But when he looked closely, his eyes widened.

The man sat cross-legged, his heart facing the sky, his robe moving without the wind, and in a faint way, he could see his thin body, as if glowing.

No, it's not that his body is glowing, it's that there are constant points of light drilling into his body all around.

It was as if he was absorbing points of light.

The huge yard seems to be blowing a strong wind, and the occasional fallen leaves are blown high before they fall into the yard.

And the thunder really came from his body.

Moreover, the sound was more than ten times louder than what he heard outside!

Call!

Suddenly, the man opened his eyes.

At this moment, it was as if the mud puppets in the temple had turned into real Buddhas, and the statues carved in stone had become real gods!

The man's eyes lit up like the sun and the moon.

His body seemed to condense all the light between heaven and earth, and the entire courtyard and even the entire heaven and earth became pitch black at this moment, even darker than the deepest night!

The Taoist is the only light between heaven and earth.

Under the boundless shadow, his body seemed to grow taller and taller, and the cold wind howled like an evil ghost, but the man sat cross-legged like the legendary King Buddha who suppressed hell.

Unconsciously made him feel calm.

Suck!

Finally, in what seemed to be the deepest night, there was a long inhalation.

The sound of the inhale was so terrifying.

In the sense of the little monk, the howling wind in the courtyard, and even the entire heaven and earth were sucked away!

Bang!

The door opens!

"Ahh

The little monk couldn't help but let out a miserable scream, and his body flew into the air involuntarily, sweeping more than ten zhang at once.

"Don't eat me!"

The little monk danced and screamed in fright.

He wasn't so afraid of death, but he would die too badly if he was eaten.

After screaming for a while, he found that there was no movement, and then he opened his eyes cautiously.

What caught his eye was the young Taoist with a faint smile on his face.

That person's eyes were warm, but he didn't know if it was an illusion, he always felt that this person's eyes were terrifying, as if he could see through his heart, which made him tremble.

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows.

This little monk looks like he is about eleven or twelve years old, but in fact he is only ten years old, and he looks ordinary, but his eyes are smart and very clever.

However, if that's all, it's just an ordinary little monk.

It's just that he sees it deeper.

This little monk is terrible.

His eyes opened and closed, and the words formed by a ripple emerged in a perspective that only he could see:

【Liuming】

[Life trajectory: Born in Jiufujie, Liangzhou, Defang Mansion, lost his parents at an early age, gave cattle to others, and then was killed by the cow unintentionally, and made a living by begging, and then met the monks of Huangjue Temple, and was brought back to Huangjue Temple........

After the battle of Hanhai, Huangjue Temple closed the mountain when the mountain went down, when the countries were fighting, Dafeng Feng smoke was everywhere, so he joined the righteous army, 20 years of conquest, occupied 12 states, and became the commander of the road......

In the next 30 years, when the Dafeng Dynasty fell, he defeated all the heroes, monopolized the seventy states of Dafeng, and tore the earth and sealed the king!

Replace Dafeng and create a dynasty for hundreds of years.......]

Take Dafeng and replace it!

A generation of founding ancestors!

"Little monk, do you have anything to do with me?"

Looking at the trembling Taizu in front of him, An Qisheng smiled and spoke.

In his current state of mind, he saw the founding ancestor of the country, and his heart was as calm as before, and he was a little surprised.

But that's about it.

"No, no ......"

The little monk saw that the Taoist had no malicious intent, so he calmed down his pounding heart and said:

"I, the little monk, the little monk ran to light incense, heard the call of the Taoist, the sound of breathing, I couldn't help but step forward, I wanted to take a look, no, I didn't mean to peek......."

The little monk stammered a little as he spoke.

He suddenly remembered that in the rumors of the rivers and lakes mentioned by the senior brothers, it was very taboo to peek at others practicing martial arts.

I was beaten to death, I'm afraid that if the abbot has to say that it's okay.......

"What can you discern again?"

Anderson laughed dumbly.

Practicing martial arts routines is nothing more than boiling the body, familiarizing yourself with the routines, and giving the body a deep understanding to be more handy when fighting.

Martial arts have reached the point where he doesn't need to practice like ordinary people at all.

Walking, sitting, and lying are all martial arts, and every move is a skill.

Half a day of cross-kneeling has been a year of practice than ordinary people dancing when they hear chickens.

If you only learn from the rhythm of his breath and the internal force of qi and blood in his body, he can learn his martial arts.

That's what he created.

"I ......"

The meaning of An Qisheng's tone, Liu Yuan was a little unconvinced, but after thinking about it, he sighed gloomily.

I really didn't see anything.

Aside from the sweat of being scared, there was nothing else to gain.

"You are in Huangjue Temple, are you still worried about not having kung fu?"

An Qisheng shook his head slightly, this little monk also has some kung fu foundation, but it is limited to skin and flesh, and even the muscles and bones are not connected.

"I just don't!"

Hearing this, Liuyuan stomped his feet:

"I've been a monk for two years, and I've done a lot of work, but I haven't learned any kung fu, and I learned this martial arts before entering the temple!"

"You offended the monk who passed on the gong?"

An Qisheng glanced at him.

The person who became a beggar at the age of six or seven is lacking in other aspects, and he is definitely not bad in terms of tactfulness.

At least not to offend people.

"Not really."

Liuyuan sat on the ground and said with a big grin:

"The rules of Huangjue Temple have always been, three years of horse running monks, three years of miscellaneous monks, three years of lecture halls, three years of precepts, and only after these twelve years can you enter the martial monk hall!

Even if an outside master wants to enter the temple, it will take these twelve years, saying that it is to observe the mind......."

As he spoke, the six-yuan little monk looked bored.

He has only survived for two years, and there are still ten years to learn real martial arts.

He wanted to be vulgar.

"I see."

An Qisheng bowed slightly.

No wonder there has never been a young master in Huangjue Temple, just after surviving these twelve years to practice martial arts, it is destined that there will be no young masters in Huangjue Temple.

However, because of this, there are very few scum in Huangjue Temple.

It is absolutely rare to be able to survive such 12 years, under such a peaceful aura of Huangjue Temple, and to be angry.

"Dao Chief, can you teach me martial arts?"

Liuyuan's eyes lit up.

"You are a disciple of Huangjue Temple, and you have your own master to pass on your skills, how can outsiders act on your behalf?"

An Qisheng's heart moved slightly.

Look up.

I saw that between the snow in the distance, the great monk of Sanyin was gradually approaching, and before anyone arrived, the voice had already said:

"Daoist, this is wrong! My Huangjue Temple can learn martial arts outside the door from the disciples who can't help it! As long as you come from the right path, what martial arts have you learned, and what are the obstacles? ”

Liuyuan was startled, and fled behind An Qisheng with a smoke.

'Bitter, bitter! was heard by Uncle Taishi, will there be my good fruit to eat in the future? It's over, it's over, this monk temple can't stay anymore'

For a while, the little monk's heart was cool and cool.

"Isn't that cheaper for you?"

Ankisheng shook his head and smiled.

Seeing that this great monk was stepping forward, he also got up to greet him.

"How is it cheaper for us? If the martial arts taught by the Taoist Master are profound, maybe all my disciples will be abducted! ”

The three seals came in the wind and fell into the courtyard.

He glanced at the sneaky Liuyuan, and after a little thought, he realized that this little monk was actually still a disciple of his own disciple.

But he just glanced at it, and then laughed heartily:

"Back and forth in March, I finally brought back the last spiritual material that the Dao Master needed!"

Hearing this, An Qisheng's eyes lit up slightly:

"There's Master Lao!."