When he heard that the abbot was going to teach him boxing, he understood that he was excited. Since he can remember, Luohan Tang only teaches himself internal skills, and never passes on his own one and a half moves, although he has also secretly learned a few tricks, but he is not in order, and he has no chance of winning when he is practicing against his senior brother.

"What kind of punch?" asked Chitomi.

"According to the regulations of Linyuan Temple, you can't pass on martial arts if you are less than ten years old, but as a closed disciple of the teacher, of course, there are some special ones. The abbot paused, "This special method is to pass on your non-temple martial arts by the teacher." ”

"Abbot, but how can you know martial arts outside the temple, the Discipline Institute clearly stipulates that the monks in the temple are not allowed to rest outside the martial arts. Qiantong was a little puzzled, but he was really excited in his heart, the martial arts of Linyuan Temple tended to stick to his own body, and the means of external attack were relatively lacking, so he really didn't want to do it.

"This boxing method was created for the master before entering the temple, could it be that Linyuan Temple will abolish the martial arts before entering the temple? The abbot was quite proud and laughed.

I see, I said clearly and eagerly, "Then Master quickly teach the disciples." ”

The abbot said, "Okay, let's demonstrate it first, so that you can see the power geometry." ”

As soon as the words fell, the tin staff in the abbot's hand swirled, and the tin staff was embedded in the ground, and the body was three feet sunk by an inch, and the dust was filled. I saw the abbot breathing and absorbing the qi, the boundless force surged, the qi of the surrounding heaven and earth converged in one, the authentic Buddha domain of Linyuan Temple guided the qi of heaven and earth to pour into the fists, the legs swept, and the half of the horizontal wood next to him flew up, and the fist suddenly exploded, and in an instant, the half of the horizontal wood disintegrated into countless fragments under the destruction of the male force.

The abbot breathed out a breath in his mouth slightly, "Fu Demon ······" Turning a fist into a palm, lifting the tin staff, dancing into a piece of gold, and all the pieces of horizontal wood are twisted into crumbs, "Wan Nian ······" With a flip of the wrist, the tin staff was thrown into the air, the male power in the palm surged, and the debris turned into droplets in the sky under the action of the strong palm, "Fist!" At this time, the abbot turned his palm into a fist again, and frantically hit out, and the super high fist speed made the fist heat up in the air friction, and ignited all the wood foam, causing a cloud of fire fists to gush out.

All the trees in front of him were burned into black charcoal by the fire, and the abbot caught the tin staff that fell from the sky, and threw a horizontal blow, and all the charcoal was shattered and spread on the ground.

Mingming, who was standing behind the abbot, was shocked beyond words, and stood dumbfounded.

After the punch was thrown, the abbot put away his breath, looked at it kindly, and said, "What's the matter, do I want to learn this trick 'Demon Wannian Fist'?"

"Of course. He replied with excitement on his face.

"Then the teacher wants to see what your foundation is. The abbot said, and his palm slowly leaned forward. Suddenly, I felt a soft breath pulling my hand to meet the abbot's hand.

"Huh?" the abbot frowned, let go of his palm, and said, "You little guy, the foundation is so unstable, have you practiced your internal skills well in the past few years, your breath is vain, and there is no trace of precipitation." ”

Seeing that the abbot was angry, he understood that he bowed his head silently, but he quickly raised his head again and whispered, "Master, I don't want to learn the internal skills of the Buddha Domain. ”

Even though his voice was weak, the abbot's heart was churning: "Then do you look like an ordinary person?"

"I don't want to, so please ask Master to grant the apprentice another kind of internal strength. ”

The abbot stood still for a long time, looked at the south, and said with emotion: "Well, since this is the case, then I will pass on you." ”

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"Uncle Jian Temple, Senior Brother Mingjue······ Mingwu hurriedly ran from the back mountain to the meditation room.

Jian Si put down the wooden fish in his hand and asked, "Something's wrong?"

Mingwu nodded and said, "In the back mountain bamboo forest." ”

The superintendent sighed and said, "Hey, poor Mingjue, go and inform the abbot and ask him to bring you to understand the junior brother." ”

Back mountain, high cliff.

"Ha~ah!" understands that he holds half of the crossbar with one hand, throws it up, and at the same time exerts force under his feet, frees up the ground and jumps into the air, transports the internal force of the whole body, turns his fists into meteors, and hits the crossbar with all his strength, making a knocking sound. By the time your feet were off the ground, half of the log had been broken.

"If you first learn this trick, you can make it to such a point, and you will understand that your roots and bones are wonderful, and they are materials that can be made. ”

"Where? Master's moves are powerful, and his mind is also powerful. "Understand flattery.

After a short rest, he heard Mingwu climb the back cliff along the mountain road. "Abbot, something happened. ”

Mingwu glanced at it and understood, and leaned into the abbot's ear to explain Mingjue's matter. I felt very helpless when I saw my senior brother defending myself like this, so I said, "Senior brother, what are you talking about? ”

When Mingwu heard such childish words, he couldn't help but be speechless, and said to the abbot, "Please go quickly, abbot." ”

The abbot nodded and said, "Understood, you come here, go, let's go to the bamboo forest." ”

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A bowl-thick bamboo was dripping with blood. The breeze blew, and the bamboo squeaked, because the bent bamboo swayed, making the corpses hanging on it look particularly strange. The mouth is torn and the belly is torn open and filled with messy silk, which is especially terrifying.

"Sins, sins, sins!" the abbot clasped his hands together and said, "How could Mingjue suffer such a catastrophe, what happened to my Buddha Domain." ”

"Abbot, similar incidents did not only occur in my Linyuan Temple, according to news from other Buddhist temples in the region, in recent days, some of their disciples have been attacked, and their deaths are ugly. Jian Temple said.

I understood that Senior Brother Mingjue was hanging on the bamboo, and wanted to play with himself just now, but in a blink of an eye, it turned into a hanging of meat, and there was something wrong in my heart. He got closer, saw the messy silk thread in his abdomen, couldn't help but touch it, and when he got closer, he suddenly noticed that something was squirming behind the silk thread.

"Abbot, look. "Clearly pointing to the line," there is something behind that. ”

When the abbot heard this, he approached with a tin staff. The other brothers also approached. Suddenly, the silk thread in Mingjue's abdominal cavity burst open, and the flesh hidden under the silk line also suddenly exploded, and the little spiders flew apart along with the smelly flesh and blood.

The abbot was not slow, and as soon as his robe shook, he covered all the monks including Mingming, and waved the tin staff in his hand rapidly, and his strength was invincible, killing the spider in the air in an instant.

"It's all right. The abbot let go of his robe, "What is the opinion of the junior disciple on this kind of technique?" ”

"I don't know, this kind of evil kung fu may only be known to those in the south. ”

Suddenly, dozens of silk threads flew out of the bushes extremely quickly, and the snow-white silk threads flew accurately towards the necks of the monks of Linyuan Temple. Suddenly, the blood was stained, red and white, and even the abbot didn't notice it, and only a few disciples were saved.

"The donor will show up. ”