"Amitabha, it's nothing to pick it up, if you can put it down, you can get out of the dust, and you will be enlightened by doing good deeds!"

Seeing Xingshan stride away, Xingchong had a smile on his face and recited Amitabha Buddha again and again.

Wang Xu swept his eyes, shook his head and didn't speak, and went straight to the martial arts training ground in the back mountain.

"Shaolin boxing a line, the fist is tangible, the law is invisible, moving like the wind, standing like a loose, moving like an eagle pounces on the rabbit, quiet as the sun in the air, the horse step must be steady, the punch must be fierce, in order to play the majesty of Shaolin long boxing. Okay, let's rest for half an hour, and the brothers and sisters in the room will bring lunch, and after lunch, practice Tietou Gong in the afternoon! ”

When Wang Xu rushed to the martial arts training ground, the Shaolin Changquan told by the Faquan Zen Master had reached the end of the day.

Hearing that the afternoon to practice the iron head gong, the warrior monks present were deflated, although everyone is a monk, but every day to practice the iron head gong is also very weak, how can there be a stick and palm method interesting.

"Disband!"

Zen Master Faquan ignored the sad face of the heavy monk, and directly announced the dissolution with a wave of his hand.

The more than 300 warrior monks present sat on the ground with sighs, pinching their legs, rubbing their shoulders, and whispering in twos and threes.

Zen Master Faquan looked around, shook his head helplessly, and turned his head towards Wang Xu's position: "Idiot, is the water finished?" ”

"Uncle Shi, I've finished picking."

"Alright, sit down together, and I'll tell you again."

Zen Master Faquan walked to the edge of the martial arts training ground, sat on a big stone, waved his hand at Wang Xu and said, "I heard the abbot say that you are practicing the Yijin Sutra, and you are already quite popular, but is there such a thing?" ”

Wang Xu chose a stone and sat down, nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Affirmed by Wang Xu, Zen Master Faquan did not speak and fell into thought.

After being silent for about a few minutes, Zen Master Faquan sighed and said, "Do you know what the Yijin Sutra means to my Shaolin Temple?" ”

"This..."Wang Xu hesitated a little, the Yijin Sutra is the Zhenjiao magic of Shaolin Temple, could it be that the Faquan Zen Master said this.

Without waiting for him to continue to think about it, Zen Master Faquan said again: "Throughout the ages, among each generation of Shaolin disciples, there are at most three people who know the Yijin Sutra. These three people are the future abbot of Shaolin Temple, the elder of the Gonggong, and the first seat of the Bodhi Academy. This rule, our Shaolin inheritance to the present, has never changed, the number of people who know the Jing Jing can only be few, not more.

Let's not talk about the patriarch of the Mengzi generation, the retreat of retreat, the outing of travel, and only the abbot and uncle are left in the Yijin Sutra. The next generation, that is, among our Dharma generations, do you know how many people will be able to change the Jin Sutra? ”

Wang Xu shook his head and said he didn't know.

Zen Master Faquan stretched out a finger, nodded at Wang Xu, and said in a deep voice: "There is only one person, the disciple of the previous Elder Chuangong, and the current first Master Faen of the Bodhi Academy. As for others, such as me, the first seat of the Arhat Hall, I practice the Arhat Demon Divine Skill, the first Fa Ming Master of the Prajna Hall, who practices Shaolin Boy Gong, and the first Master Fahong of the Dharma Hall, who practices the Arhat Divine Skill. The first Fayuan master of the Discipline Academy, who practiced the dragon elephant demon subjugation skill.

The abbot has not accepted apprentices so far, and among the disciples of the Fazi generation, there is no one to inherit the mantle of the abbot. The first Mengfan master of the Bodhi Academy, who was trapped by love, came out of the temple and disappeared for 40 years, and there is no news so far, do you now know that you will be able to change the Jingjing, what does it mean to Shaolin Temple? ”

"Uh..."Wang Xu somewhat understood, there are many secret books of Shaolin Temple, but the one that represents the orthodox inheritance has always been the Yijin Sutra.

Among the high-ranking monks of the Dharma generation, there is only one person who will do it now, and this person is the first seat of the Bodhi Temple, and the possibility of being an abbot in the future is extremely low.

Among the Fazi generation, Master Mengyi has no apprentices, and there is no successor to the abbot's lineage.

In addition, Master Mengfan disappeared forty years ago, so the next abbot of Shaolin Temple is likely to skip the monks of the Dharma character generation and choose directly among the Xingzi generation.

And he came from outside, but he knew the Jing Sutra, I am afraid that as long as he knows some allusions, he will be regarded as a personal disciple of Master Mengfan.

No wonder when I heard that I said that the Yijin Sutra was taught by a wandering monk, Master Mengyi tried every possible way to make him a monk, which was a misunderstanding of his origin.

"The current disciple of the Xingzi generation, you are the first person to master the Yijin Sutra, and the others are still under investigation. If you join the Shaolin Temple and your performance is not bad in the future, you can also fight for the position of Shaolin abbot. After saying this, Zen Master Faquan left the stone and walked away.

Wang Xu looked at his back, and some understood why these people wanted him to become a monk.

However, understanding is understanding, he is just a parallel import, not a real dream Van Gogh monk heir, this is a misunderstanding.

And becoming a monk, even if it is the future abbot of Shaolin, is a monk in the final analysis.

Wang Xu didn't know what others thought, but let him knock on the scriptures and chant Buddha all day long, and when he thought about it, he felt frightened and inexplicable, what fun was there in this life.

"This time, Zen Master Faquan came to talk to me, and I don't know if it was his own meaning or the meaning of Master Mengyi. If the latter means, it is estimated that even if I learn the Washing the Pulp Sutra, I am afraid that I will not be allowed to leave easily, this is an iron heart that wants me to be a monk! ”

Wang Xu touched his bald head, and said with a secret smile in his heart: "It's a pity, you have a good plan, I also have a wall ladder, I will leave when I learn the marrow washing scripture, monk who wants to do it, I don't believe you can find me." ”

Although Master Mengyi is powerful and martial arts, Wang Xu doesn't believe that he also has a shuttle door.

After learning the marrow washing scripture, he patted his ass and left, and when the time came, everyone was on their own side, and it was not for him to be free.

With a countermeasure in his heart, Wang Xu made up his mind to be a good baby honestly, mainly by learning the marrow washing scripture.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"

The time flickered to noon, and the fire-headed monk in the room came to the martial arts training ground with a food box.

The sky and the earth are big, and the food is the largest, Wang Xu also surrounded the monks and feasted in full swing.

The lunch meal is a messy stew, a large pot of rice for one person, poured with soup and dishes, just like the rice bowl eaten by modern people.

After lunch, and after resting for a while, the afternoon practice began again.

"If you want to beat someone, you have to learn to be beaten, people's heads are the most vulnerable place, only by practicing the kung fu on the head, can you make yourself invincible."

At the beginning of the afternoon practice, Zen Master Faquan came up and prepared to explain the mystery of Tietou Gong.

In the crowd, I don't know which monk couldn't be idle, and when he heard this, he answered, "Uncle Shi, you also said the same thing when you let us practice iron crotch gong last time, when did you teach us to beat people, we don't want to learn to be beaten?" ”

"I can't stand still when I am beaten, and I still want to learn to beat people, so let's talk about it when you stand firm!"

Zen Master Faquan commanded, and dozens of disciples held Qingshi and turned their heads, and placed them in front of everyone.

Fifty blue bricks in front of one person, an uneven bluestone slab, and a bottle of special medicinal oil are the three magic weapons for practicing iron head gong.

Apply the medicated oil to your head until your head is hot, and then start to shoot bricks with luck.

After the ten green bricks are beaten, the medicated oil is applied again to absorb the pharmacology, and the whole process is repeated until the green bricks hit the head, the head is fine, and the body does not shake.

Wang Xu has learned the iron head skill, and even the golden bell jar has been practiced to the fullest, and the pat is just a small meaning to him.

Moreover, among the monks of the same line, some people started early, and some people started late.

Some of the monks who had already started early, who had already practiced the iron head gong, stood upside down with their heads on the bluestone slab, and smiled and watched the little juniors around them pat their heads.

Wang Xu is also one of the people who stand upside down, looking at the difficulty in front of him, he shouted loudly, and slapped himself dizzy with green bricks, and he had the urge to laugh out loud.

"Xingquan, when did you say that the Prajna Hall will be open to us?"

"It should be soon, now the things taught in the Luohan Hall have been learned by those of us who have already learned, and the Prajna Hall will not open us to what we learn."

"It's not so fast, I think we have to wait, among the warrior monks of our lineage, there are only a dozen people who are qualified to enter the Prajna Hall, and I heard the uncle of the Dharma generation say that only among the disciples of the generation, there are twenty people who meet the conditions for joining the Prajna Hall, and we will be allowed to go to the Prajna Hall to learn superior martial arts."

"Twenty people, this is not simple, now we have seventeen who meet the requirements, just wait for three more junior disciples."

The slapping and handstand are divided into two areas: front and back.

Wang Xu stood upside down on the bluestone slab, looked left and right at the monks here, and found that including him, there were exactly seventeen people.

All of these seventeen people were twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and a few were in their thirties.

Judging from their breath and eyes, Wang Xu is a master of internal strength, and the lowest is also the peak of first-class, most of his cultivation is similar to him, and it is indeed a world of martial arts prosperity.

"Grandmaster-level masters, only then can they enter the Pranyo Hall!" Wang Xu had a bright light in his eyes, and whispered: "Then what about the Dharma Hall above the Buddha Hall and the Bodhi Temple above the Dharma Hall?" ”