Zamabu should be calm and look into the distance, so that he can stand for a long time, otherwise he will be counting how long he has been standing all the time, and he will definitely get more and more tired, and the muscles of the whole body will be tense and more and more sore.

Zhao Zimo didn't know these questions before, but he asked the abbot master.

He lived for more than a hundred years, and at the age of twenty-nine he entered the innate realm, and he belonged to the highest realm in the entire Shaolin Temple, and it was also the only one.

So when it comes to asking for martial arts, of course, his master has the most experience and the most profound knowledge, and in the face of his martial arts practice, as long as he can ask it, he can basically explain it to him in detail.

It's just that it's been two years, and Zhao Zimo hasn't asked anything anymore, mainly because he has asked, and now the abbot doesn't like to explain his martial arts experience to him, but lets him read more Buddhism, learn more Buddhism, and copy more Buddhist scriptures, whether it is cultivating Buddhism or it is good for his state of mind.

As a newcomer to martial arts, he didn't dare to be careless, and he didn't have so much self-confidence and was naturally willing to believe this old man.

Although he couldn't read many Buddhist scriptures, he couldn't read them.

Then write it again, read it more often, and it can be called a Buddhist scripture, and naturally there are many words, which can be worthy of a person's deep thought, study, and pondering.

In the end, Zhao Zimo's unquiet heart finally calmed down.

I am not confused about the road ahead, and I am not afraid of the unknown.

The system didn't choose the wrong person, and his understanding is really good......

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From the scorching sun to the setting sun.

The little uncle and uncle who had crystal clear skin, slender fingers, and had never done any hard work at all, was obviously only thirteen years old, and it was also the first time to practice martial arts and learn Zama Bu, so he insisted on it, not moving, even if he was sweating, he drank a sip of water.

Allowed by mosquito bites, his complexion did not change, some of the disciples of the Baozi generation who originally didn't like him and looked down on him didn't dare to say anything, and there was only one capital word in his heart, no wonder he was a junior uncle, and the others were not......

Zhang Junbao and Dong Tianbao are the same, they know that this little uncle and ancestor will paint everywhere if they have nothing to do, or they will sit on the jade under the willow tree in the courtyard and meditate in a daze, but he said today that if he wants to take a horse step, he will stand longer than any disciple.

How many of the disciples who have practiced for a month can stand on the fire and cook from the scorching sun to the evening?

In the end, it was the first seat of the Dharma Academy, Jueming didn't worry about him, walked over to take a look, and asked him not to practice today, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, before he touched him, Zhao Zimo's eyes went dark and fell down......

"I'm getting his watermelon peel, little uncle, little uncle, are you okay, come on, come on, I'll help you up......" Jue Ming is tall and tall, but at this time, he was afraid, and his two mustaches began to curle, for fear that if there was a problem with the little uncle in his hands, it would be a big trouble......

And he didn't fall early, he didn't fall late, but he fell down when he came over to help him, isn't this a pit man?

This black cauldron......

He always felt that the abbot could swallow him alive......

Although I am compassionate and don't let me eat meat or anything, I will definitely make myself look good.

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"My good apprentice, are you stupid? The first time he stood for three hours......

Otherwise, your body is strong, and you don't need both legs! The old abbot sat next to the little monk Zimo, and said distressed while applying medicine to his leg.

And he opened his big cute eyes, looked left and right, and smiled from time to time, indicating that he was fine.

As for a shivering Jueming standing next to his bed, he snorted at this time, almost making the old abbot cry, after all, he has been so old for so many years, and he is so old, when did he let people scold him so badly in front of a small person.

"You, you...... Jueming, I don't even know what to say, this is the first time he's taken a horse step, and after standing for so long, you don't know how to take care of it?

This means that your little uncle is fine, if something goes wrong with him, I have to take the wicker and whip you to death! The old abbot comforted the little monk for a few words, and then pointed to Jueming's nose and scolded a few words.

Speaking of sucking you to death, the old monk hurriedly whispered: "Amitabha, good and good." But he turned his head and said, "Pumping can't kill you, but it also hurts you, so that you can increase your memory." ”

Anyway, Zhao Zimo finally saw that it was cool, so he helped him defend himself, saying that he didn't care about his business.

It's my own ability, and I want to try my limit!

Someone opened his mouth to help explain, and Jueming also felt a lot better, but when he saw Uncle Xiao's big round eyes, he knew that even if he was tired, he wanted to see himself ugly.

Jue Ming looked helpless, plus you did your awesome thoughts, and silently exited the door.

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"Kid, are you in a good mood? I scolded him for a good time? The abbot didn't look distressed at this time, but instead glared at him and knocked him on the head hard.

"Hey, my master, it hurts......

If he hadn't always given me a look when he was fine, I wouldn't have scared him.

It's completely wrong to feel that my mind is wrong, and I don't even treat my little uncle as an uncle! The little monk Zimo covered his head, feeling a big bag on his head, this old guy was also ruthless, and he secretly thought in his heart, it's time to practice iron head skills......

"If you have the right mind, you can't deceive people...... In short, it's also my fault, I have to accept you as a closed disciple, and I have given you too much in your life.

Forget it, you will work hard to practice martial arts in the future, and let them take a good look in the future......

By the way, be less clever and chant more Buddhist scriptures, and it feels like you have completely read the Buddhist scriptures into the dog's belly! The old monk had a headache, and he always tested the Buddhist scriptures of the little monk Mo.

He memorized it backwards, a whole piece of scriptures, didn't even jump, and easily memorized it for you, which really made the old monk very happy at the beginning.

It's a pity that after a long time, the old monk found that there was something wrong with this little rabbit cub, as if he could easily write down everything he saw.

And the old monk vaguely remembered that he had just risen once, and practiced it in front of this little rabbit cub, anyway, he was not afraid that he would remember these moves, if there was no real way to turn around, it would be useless to learn the moves......

But it took him a while to find out that this little guy simply remembered the moves......

Originally, he thought that he had a high level of understanding, and he could memorize this Buddhist scripture so well after eating it thoroughly, but it turned out that he understood that he and his obedient apprentice not only had a good understanding, but also a good memory......

"Amitabha, there is really no Buddha's reason!" The old monk sighed a little, the vast majority of people are ordinary people, even if they have some talents, they are only one of them.

But he's a good kid.

It was so good that the old monk was afraid, afraid that he would go astray, afraid that he would be abducted by the bull's nose of Taoism, and even more afraid of losing him suddenly......

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The day of martial arts practice has arrived, and Zhao Zimo has a very regular life.

When the sun rises in the east, facing the first rays of morning light, I feel the purple air of the rising sun.

The sun completely highlights the horizon, and then goes to refine the body, skin, tendons, and bones.

When the sun was about to go west, he went to copy scriptures and paint.

And after the sun sets, meditate and reflect on the day.

Cultivation is boring, boring, tiring, and the road is long and endless.

But he believes that one day, he may be able to climb to the top of the mountain, look back at the bottom of the mountain, and see the road he once walked, and maybe at that time, the daylight will not be a dream......