Hearing what the old man asked, Yuan Ci just folded his hands and said a Buddha name, but he really stopped asking the question of the medical book, and Mr. Win sneered.

He was smashed into the eye socket by Yuan Ci's Donkey Kong fist, with the meaning of 'all things are not the same, cut off all troubles', and he was a little annoyed in his heart, and Wu Changqing was partial to which pot to mention, his heart was irritable, and he glanced coldly at the old man who knew that his face was full of warmth, and with a wave of his robe, he had disappeared without a trace.

Wu Changqing stroked his white beard and smiled without saying a word.

whispered in his heart.

It seems that when Mr. Win fought with the master, he did not use his own authority, otherwise, he should not be so embarrassed.

The gentleman is quite stubborn in this kind of thing, which is different from the past.

sighed twice, the old man's eyes fell on Yuan Ci again, but what he thought of was the scribe's swollen eyes, and his thoughts couldn't help diverging, remembering the previous battles between the two of them, every time the scribe was injured, it was on his face, thinking of the rumors in the rivers and lakes back then, the leader was quite concerned about his demeanor.

I haven't been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, but I still know the news, Master Yuanci and Mr. Yuanci are friends with each other, and they will only know more clearly......

Thinking of this, Wu Changqing couldn't help but raise his eyes, looking at the broken clothes, but he was still sitting upright in the bluestone, with a solemn expression, like a monk of the King of Luohan Ming, his eyes were quite strange, and he sighed in his heart.

I never thought that Master Yuanci was also a ...... Well.

The old man's thoughts paused, and he found a suitable description in his mind, shook his head and sighed:

Wonderful people......

Over there, Yuan Ci noticed the change in the old man's expression, opened his eyes, and said:

"Old Wu has something to say to the poor monk?"

Wu Changqing was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and then realized that the monk in front of him was not ordinary, but the angry Ming King who had cultivated to the top three grades.

Shaolin martial arts cultivation to the later stage, can give birth to all kinds of incredible supernatural powers, I am afraid that I have been noticed, I am not panicked at the moment, just caress the long beard, the face is not half different, laughed, said:

"The old man was just thinking that Feng'er Kung Fu was becoming more and more profound, and he should teach some advanced kung fu, but he was worried that it would not be good to be the same as what the master taught."

"After all, although my Medicine King Valley's kung fu is okay, if I compare my kung fu with Shaolin, it is still far inferior."

Yuan Ci shook his head and said:

"Wu Lao is too modest."

"The martial arts of the Medicine King Valley use poison as a blade, and the power is unpredictable, so it can only be said that it has its own merits with Shaolin martial arts."

"As for Feng'er's martial arts...... The poor monk taught him the Shaolin Prajna palm, and Wu Lao wanted to teach him martial arts, please wait a few days until he has learned all the palm techniques along the way. ”

Wu Changqing was shocked when he heard this, and said:

"Prajna Palm?!"

When he spoke, the volume was much higher than usual, and the old man felt out of shape, but he was really surprised in his heart, and it was easy to suppress himself.

He had thought about a lot of martial arts in his heart, and felt that Yuan Ci might teach Wang Anfeng the basic martial arts of the Shaolin lineage, such as Luohan Boxing, Wei Dao Zhang, etc., even if it was the Maha Finger, Donkey Kong Palm, or King Kong Finger Power in the seventy-two stunts, there were speculations, but he never thought that Yuan Ci would directly pass on this Buddhism mastery.

As far as he knows, the new master of Shaolin Temple, Yuan Ci, walked the rivers and lakes, and pressed the four fields with the magic of King Kong, and there was no mercy when he shot, often containing the wrath of King Ming, suppressing many evil masters, and getting the title of King of Wrath, and being good at martial arts are all in the line of King Kong, and he is not much involved in the palm of Praruo.

Yuan Ci bowed slightly, but did not explain.

Wu Changqing stroked his beard, turned his head to read the book, but couldn't read it at all, simply put the book aside, turned around to look at the monk who closed his eyes and chanted, and said with a slight hesitation:

"Master Yuanci, forgive the old man for taking the taste, but the noble martial arts are not gradual."

"Although Feng'er uses the golden bell jar as his fundamental internal strength, he is still practicing basic martial arts such as Shaolin Changquan, and he taught him Pranya Palm all at once, is it a bit of a hurry?"

Wu Changqing's worries are not unreasonable.

In the eyes of the people of the rivers and lakes, Shaolin, a great martial arts sect, pays attention to a step-by-step, deep foundation, a door of martial arts progressively with each other, and finally cultivated a solid martial arts foundation that makes the scalp tingle, almost no flaws, like Wang Anfeng's situation, just laid the foundation, and directly awarded the town faction a first-class martial arts, which can be described as very rare, almost unheard of.

Hearing this, Yuan Ci was slightly silent, and said:

“…… It's too late. ”

Wu Changqing was slightly stunned, then saw the monk in front of him shook his head, there seemed to be a surprise in his voice, and sighed: "It's too late......"

"My Shaolin disciple, if you follow the rules, you should practice Shaolin Changquan at the beginning, with the principle of martial arts, after the long fist is practiced, you will have to practice Luohan Boxing, and then Fuhu Boxing, Wei Daozhang, Scattered Flower Palm, practice all the way, and when you can involve martial arts such as Prajna Palm, it will be easy for thirty or fifty years to pass."

The voice paused slightly, and all kinds of thoughts flashed through Yuan Ci's mind, and finally it just turned into a long sigh.

"It's too late......"

Wu Changqing had a slight realization in his heart.

If you practice all the way according to the rules of Shaolin, Wang Anfeng's foundation can be incomparably solid, but in fact, he has missed the most dazzling years of martial artists, and Shaolin martial arts, the more you dabble, the more you have to know the Buddha.

At that time, Wang Anfeng, if his state of mind had not reached the profound and mysterious realm of 'no self, no one, no beings, and all non-phases', his martial arts could only reach the realm of three grades at most, and he could be called a master, but it was not enough to support his dream.

But if you reach this realm, in fact, you are not much different from the Arhat Buddha who walked the world, the state of mind is complete and unblemished, seeing all living beings as one, there is no distinction between each other, and you have long disdained to touch the more profound martial arts methods, although the internal force will become more and more mellow, but if you do not deliberately practice, it is difficult to reach the top.

Even if you are enlightened, you will uphold the concept of being a monk and practicing in the world, and you will not enter the world, and you will not be exposed to cause and effect.

For Wang Anfeng's dream, step-by-step practice is actually just a dead end that is doomed.

Even, with the enlightened Buddha mind of a young man, after forty or fifty years, it may not be impossible to understand the Buddha's principles, integrate what he has learned, and reach the level of advanced skills in the Tao, opening a precedent in this world.

But that was already a Buddha named Wang Anfeng.

and the angry chivalrous man, and the young man who was sad about his food, is no longer alone.

After thinking about this section, Wu Changqing sighed in his heart and said:

"The master's move is really clever......"

His voice paused slightly, but he thought that with that young man's personality, when he heard about his future, his first thought was probably not fear, but that he was worried that he would only have to eat vegetarian food in the future......

As for the rest...... Oh, I'm afraid he'll never believe he's going to be like that.

The old man stroked his beard and chuckled.

After all, he is still a teenager.

It's still hard to settle.

PS: Today's second update......

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