Yuan Ci withdrew his right hand, looked at the young man in front of him, was silent, and said slowly:

"This door is like a palm, created in the eighth generation of the abbot master of this temple, you have to practice diligently every day, and you can't waste ......"

"Disciple understands."

Yuan Ci bowed his head, and then stepped out, his body flashed, and he had appeared more than ten meters away, and his chin head signaled Wang Anfeng to stay in place, and he calmly rolled up the cuffs of the monk's robe, and in the same place, he unfolded this with the door palm method.

At the beginning, it was bland, it seemed to be extremely transparent, but it did not show other artistic conceptions such as the fierce and vast, from the plain, hidden extraordinary, the mouth was with every move and every style, and the mystery of the palm was fully elaborated, his fist and palm skills were extremely profound, purely in terms of fists and feet, which can be called a generation of grandmasters who shook the ancient and the present.

After performing this several times in a row, the monk slowly withdrew his fist.

His cultivation realm, is the second of the eight Prajna, Vajra Prajna, on its fierce and vast, is not inferior to Vajra power, at this time just in order not to have an impact on Wang Anfeng, so his own boxing style is forcibly suppressed, these several times the boxing method comes, you have to forcibly restrain your own instincts, quite difficult, mentally there is a slight sense of exhaustion.

Raising his eyes again, he found that Wang Anfeng had entered the realm of forgetting things and me, and felt quite comforted in his heart, clasped his hands together, and opened his mouth with the method of Shaolin lion's roar.

"If you are restless for a long night and your thoughts are flying, how can you be convinced? But the heart of the flying will be investigated to investigate the place of the flying, and if there is nowhere to investigate, where is the idea of flying? If you return to the heart, can you study the heart at ease? ”

"The wisdom that can be illuminated is empty, and the realm of the cause is also lonely, and the one who is silent is not lonely, and the one who is incapable of silence is also, and the one who shines is not illuminated, and the realm that is not illuminated is also covered. The situation is quiet, and the mind is safe. The outside does not seek dust, the inside does not settle down, the two ways are lost, and one sex is pleasant, this sentence is the true transmission of martial arts, remember to remember. ”

Wang Anfeng was unconsciously shocked by the thunder, the subtlety of the fist was engraved in the depths of consciousness, the Shaolin bronze bell in the distance was pulled by the Yuanci Qi machine, roaring, there was a heavy bell sound echoing on the top of the mountain, washing vulgar thoughts, starting from the center of this bronze alley, the sky on the huge Shaolin Mountain, the clouds and fog dispersed, a clear and clean, cloud and mist waves, like waves surging into the distance.

A fallen leaf moved because of it, rose by the wind, fluttered and fluttered without knowing its distance, and when it was about to fall into the abyss, it was pulled by a soft force and fell into a slender palm.

The green-shirted scribe played with the fallen leaves casually, realizing the artistic conception of Buddhism that had not yet been dissipated, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Scold...... Prajna palm.

The five fingers were slightly loose, and he sat lazily on the bamboo chair, letting the fallen leaves fall down the cliff and fall into the stream at the foot of the mountain, causing shallow ripples.

Prajna palm, one of the three major palms in the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, its profundity and subtlety, not as good as the palm of Sumeru Mountain, the palm of Sumeru Mountain is far and near, it can be charged in the void, and the palm is hidden in Sumeru, and if it is strong, it is also under the power of King Kong's palm, Donkey Kong's palm is strong and abnormal, such as King Kong's palm, and it can hit the extremely powerful palm power in the air.

But the first Buddhism is neither the subtle and profound, like the soft Sumeru Mountain palm, nor the most masculine and rigid, thick and powerful Donkey Kong palm, but the plain and ordinary, like the old monk's lecture like the palm.

Just because its palm power is getting stronger and stronger, the tricks are getting purer and purer, and the learning is endless, and it takes until the epiphany is just to the fullest, and it is finally achieved, and if you talk about the peak, since ancient times, no master has ever dared to say that he has really pushed the power of this palm to the peak.

Buddhism is boundless, the wisdom of the human heart has a small piece of Prajna, there is a big product of Prajna to the eight parts of Prajna, infinite, with martial arts to explain the Buddha's principles, since the Buddha's principles are boundless, the power of the Dharma, is also endless.

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On this day, he practiced Pranya Palm, because Wang Anfeng already had the foundation of Shaolin martial arts, and the fundamental internal strength was also a peerless study that Shaolin Temple did not easily pass on, so he got started very quickly, and it only took four or five hours to learn five of them.

His moves are already extremely subtle, and he is even better at changing his strength, and he has extremely good skills in hand-to-hand grappling and volleying, which is far from being comparable to the Shaolin Changquan he practiced before.

After that, Wang Anfeng slept for several hours in this Shaolin temple to regain his energy.

Wu Changqing knew that he practiced advanced martial arts, so he used the medicine to nourish the qi and nourish the spirits to make a lot of medicinal food, his internal skills were not shallow, and he was not able to cross the middle and third grade dragon gate, in the Daomen, that is, he was still refining and refining the qi, and the amount of food was rising, but he ate it all.

After eating and drinking, Wang Anfeng looked at the dishes stacked on the table in front of him, and saw that they were clean and slippery, and there was no trace of residue left, and his face was slightly dazed.

Appetite...... It's up again.

The young man subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed the purse around his waist.

The gaze gradually became solemn.

If it weren't for the Shaolin Temple, even if it was a book collector, I am afraid it would not be enough to eat.

Wang Anfeng...... Are you a pig?

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On the second day, in the wind building.

Wang Anfeng flipped to the Fengzi Building, a miscellaneous travelogue exclusive to the Ding lineage, and found an explanation of the amount of food for the warriors of each faction, his eyes lit up slightly, and then his expression was slightly dazed, the book slipped from his fingers and fell on the young man's lap, but he didn't realize it, he only muttered:

"Amount of food...... It has exceeded the normal eight-grade ......"

"And, it will go up ......"

Shaolin Temple.

Wu Changqing put the book with "Golden Needle Thirteen Style Records" written in his hand on the table, there were sharp eyes, raised his eyes and saw that all the names of ingredients were written on it, his expression was slightly puzzled, and before he could speak, the old man had already noticed that something was wrong, and with a flip of his wrist, he detained the book with lightning speed, making a crisp sound.

His right hand was raised, put it to his lips, and he coughed lightly, the expression on his face did not change, but the monk felt that the old man in front of him was clearly speaking.

You act like nothing happened......

The deeper the doubts in Yuan Ci's heart, the more he wanted to ask, but Wu Changqing was old after all, and he had already spoken first:

"Master Yuanci, and Mr. ...... You two, where are you going to enjoy the scenery? ”

"This time it's Hanhai? Or the desert, or went to the overseas archipelago? ”

While speaking, holding his long beard, the old man's smiling gaze fell on the two of them, the scribe was dressed in a green shirt, and his temperament was arrogant, but his right eye was bruised and swollen, and he sneered when he heard the words, but it seemed to involve the injury, and his smile was a little deformed.

The monk was full of hard work, but his robe was in tatters, like a beggar, and there were sword marks on his face, which were not very deep, but he looked extremely funny.

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