Fang Sheng personally sent him to the Scripture Pavilion, and then he retreated.

When Fang Sheng returned to the stone house meditation room, the abbot had already handed over the 'Yijin Sutra' to him.

Looking at the Shaolin exercises that only abbots can practice in his hands, he suddenly felt a kind of helplessness and depression that he couldn't say, thinking that he was going to hand over the Shaolin 'Yijin Sutra' to that kid, he couldn't help but speak.

"Senior brother, why are you doing this?"

The abbot said: "If he secretly reads, can I Shaolin stop it?" Why don't you just agree to his request! ”

Fang Sheng retorted: "How can you not stop it? I'm Shaolin ......"

Abbot Fang Zheng shook his head and interrupted: "Senior brother, you underestimate this Wudang's nephew too much. ”

Fang Sheng was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Please also ask Senior Brother to solve your doubts." ”

The abbot said: "Amitabha, there have been rumors in the rivers and lakes recently, Zhongzhou martial arts righteous people died tragically in Luoyang Golden Sword Wang's house, a total of 337 people died, what do you say his martial arts should be?" ”

Fang Sheng didn't believe in it, this matter was confirmed by many martial arts people, that person really relied on the long sword in his hand to kill more than 300 righteous fellow disciples.

"Senior brother, that's why we shouldn't help him, right?"

Abbot Fang Zheng sighed: "Everyone in the rivers and lakes said that he had cultivated the martial arts on the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits, and his swordsmanship had improved greatly, and the Wang family must have used this as an excuse to force him to hand over the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits......

Fang Sheng said: "Isn't it? ”

The abbot said: "Hengzhi's swordsmanship is indeed his own creation. ”

Fang Sheng was surprised: "How is this possible? He's only eighteen years old, how can he have such a ......?"

The abbot said: "I said, junior brother, you underestimate him too much. ”

Fang Sheng said, "What does Senior Brother know?" ”

The abbot of Fang Zheng suddenly asked: "Wudang has always used a sword as a weapon, but my junior brother knows that two hundred years ago, a senior in Wudang created a sword technique?!" ”

Fang Sheng Zhengse said: "Wudang Xuanxu Sword Technique, I don't know. It is said that the martial artist took sixty years of hard work to create, but few people in the Wudang Sect practiced. ”

The abbot shook his head and said: "The Xuanxu Knife Method is transformed from the meaning of the Xuanzhi and the Xuanzhi in the Tao Te Ching, and the moves are unpredictable, which is secretly in line with the meaning of the Taoist life. It's not that the Wudang disciples are unwilling, but the Xuanxu sword technique is very difficult to practice, and the Wudang faction has always had only seven predecessors of the Wudang faction practice this sword technique except for the founder. And it took 30 years to get it at the earliest. ”

Fang Sheng seemed to think of something, and said movingly: "Any will?" ”

The abbot nodded.

Fang Sheng lost his voice: "He entered Wudang at the age of five, and now he is only eighteen years old......"

However, the abbot of Fang Zheng meant something, and said: "That senior, at that time, was already an unborn martial arts wizard in the martial arts, but it took thirty years to practice this 'Xuanxu Sword Technique'. ”

Fang Sheng couldn't help but ask, "How long have you been practicing at will?" ”

The abbot of Fang Zheng said quietly: "According to what Chongxu Daoist said, it only took him three months...... Not only has he practiced the 'Xuanxu Knife Technique', but he can also use it between his palms and fingers. ”

Hearing this, Fang Zheng froze in place.

The abbot said: "Wudang has a saying, he is talented and jealous, so he has this disease of 'premature aging'." ”

Fang Sheng trembled and said: "In this way, what he said is a collection of the strengths of Buddhism and Taoism, and then creating his own internal strength and mental method is not a matter of faith, but he can really do it?" ”

The abbot said, "At least, I believe him." If I Shaolin obstruct a lot, can I stop it, but if I really force him to draw his sword, what should I do? ”

Fang Sheng sighed, folded his hands, and preached: "Amitabha, senior brother abbot, senior brother understands. ”

The abbot of Fang Zheng bowed: "Go!" ”

I don't know what is going on in the meditation room; He entered the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion, but it was like a fish in water, no longer like a flat dragon trapped in the shallows, and his strength was difficult to exert.

Now that he has entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he naturally has no intention of picking and choosing, and he started to read from Shaolin Luohan Boxing...... In the next eight days, Luohan Fist, Bright Fist, Seven Stars Gathering Fist, Big Monument Thrower, and Bolomi Fist were mastered by him one by one.

Although he has not yet reached the point of being able to use it freely and succeeding successfully, he has learned it at the beginning.

Then, study the palm method again at will, such as the Mighty Vajra Palm, the Prajna Zen Palm, the Veda Palm, the Thousand Hands Nyorai Palm, the Great Compassion Thousand Palms, the Shaolin Scattered Flower Palm, and the Shaolin Stone Palm......

This preface is to stay for a few days, but this immersion in the sea of books, arbitrarily no longer knows the changes in the world outside the party.

He studied the 72 stunts of Shaolin during the day, meditated and pranayama at night, and tried to integrate the inner strength of the heart in his heart...... These days, there are Shaolin monks who send him food every day, and this girl has also come to see him many times.

It's a pity that he doesn't care about anyone who comes, and from an outsider's point of view, he is simply like a demon.

One day, the little girl ran away to find any more.

"Brother Ren, I heard that the Holy Aunt of the Holy Sect has also come to Shaolin."

Any left hand to hold the book, the right hand into a palm, at the beginning is still very stiff, slowly move the palm naturally, and after a while, this palm has been swept away dull and stiff, and then turned into a finger.

As soon as his hand was raised, three finger winds broke out, like three invisible sword qi, and the copper tripod on the stone platform was actually popped out by him through three small holes.

Qu Feiyan was dumbfounded, and in curiosity, she also followed arbitrarily and sat down!

In the Scripture Pavilion, it seems to be separated from the outside world......

The night is quiet, sitting on the ground arbitrarily, he has been sitting for three days, if he still has a breath to exhale, the little girl is afraid that someone will be able to save her life.

Sitting dry, the mind is gone, and he arbitrarily enters a mysterious and mysterious space.

It seemed like a dream, a familiar dream, but it didn't feel like a dream, he seemed to have been here.

This is a large hall, and he stood in the center of the hall and looked around...... The main hall is extremely exaggerated, the big exaggeration, and the closest wall to him is hundreds of zhang away.

When the main hall is located, it can accommodate tens of thousands of people.

And there were carved images on the walls that he didn't recognize, but when he saw such an image, he remembered it at any moment.

He's been here, he's moved as he wants, he's going to walk around, he's looking...... But his body didn't move, and his feet seemed to be fixed by the stone platform where he was standing in the center of the temple, and he couldn't lift his feet, and he couldn't even do his luck.

He looked up and saw a giant star map shining on the top of the main hall.

The picture is dotted with stars, full of stars, but when you look at it at will, suddenly the stars shift, and the star map changes everything...... He kept an eye on the changes in the star map and began to remember them.

But under this blow, he suddenly sweated profusely, and almost all the strength in his body was consumed, and then he fell asleep deeply.

……

I don't know how many black and white days and nights have passed, on this day, there is a curse, moaning, and shouting in front of the Shaolin Temple, and on the long road of the mountain gate, the blood is also a piece, and another piece.

It turned out that Linghu Chong learned that Ren Yingying was trapped in Shaolin, so he led the gangs of the three sects and nine streams of the underworld, and more than 1,000 people came to rescue Ren Yingying.

It's a pity that he was ambushed by the righteous people led by Songshan on the mountain gate Yongdao, and then retreated.