Opening his eyes again, Wang Chan only felt that what he saw in front of him became clearer, and he clenched his fists, and there was a force rising from the depths of his body, knowing that it was the effect of Fang Cai Zhizhen Zen Master's stroke. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In fact, the role of Zen Master Zhizhen is far more than that, the most important point is to inject the most authentic and pure Shaolin true qi into Wang Chan's body, covering Wang Chan's own true qi. After that, Wang Chan used martial arts again, and ordinary people were afraid that they would not be able to find the abnormality. Even if someone with a heart really sees something, they will only think that it is just a derivation of the inner strength of Buddhism. In this way, Wang Chan's worries were completely solved.

With such a big gift, even if Wang Chan is thick-skinned, he can't turn a blind eye at this time.

"It's not impossible for me to worship under the master, but I still have a question to ask?" Wang Chan said suddenly.

"Just ask!"

"I wonder if there is a greeting gift?"

"What more benefits do you want?" Zen Master Zhizhen smiled gently, but at this moment, Wang Chan suddenly felt the hairs on his body stand up, and then Zen Master Zhizhen's angry shout exploded in his mind. "What kind of moth are you going to do for me, believe it or not, I'll leave you off Liantai Peak now!"

Looking at Wang Chan's rogue look, Zhizhen smiled bitterly, you must know that with his identity cultivation, people who want to worship him as a teacher can be directly lined up from Shaolin Temple to outside Dingyang County. Now he takes the initiative to accept this kid as an apprentice, and the other party is still so reluctant, it is really a report and a report.

"There aren't too many restraints under the door, and you don't stop drinking and meat?" Jijin shook his head and sighed lightly.

"Really?"

"Seriously, but there is only one precept you have to follow, and that is your Dharma name, the one precept, the precept. Seeing Wang Chan's aggrieved appearance, Zhizhen suddenly became very happy and laughed loudly.

If the other monks of Shaolin Temple heard such rebellious words as this pair of masters and apprentices, I am afraid that they would have been burned alive as heretics.

But if you know the origin of Zhizhen, I'm afraid you won't think so. Because he was the most famous mad monk in the rivers and lakes back then.

Wine and meat wear through the intestines, and Buddha beads sit in the heart. What did those precepts count to him?

The reason why Shaolin has such a prestigious status in recent years has a lot to do with him, so in terms of status, in the Shaolin Temple, Zhizhen is only the abbot, and it is far above the first seat of each courtyard. It's just that few people in the temple now know about this past, and who would have thought that this sloppy, sleepy, and greedy old monk would be the crazy monk who was empty-eyed at the beginning!

Zhizhen has always been troublesome, and he has never accepted disciples over the years. And the abbot didn't want his skills to be lost in this world, so he let him come every year during the entrance examination, the purpose was to let him find a disciple with good qualifications and pass on his mantle. And Jijin just laughed and never took this matter to heart. But I didn't expect that I would suddenly go to accept apprentices today, and I was a miscellaneous monk who couldn't pass the assessment for three consecutive years.

And this rotten wood, which cannot be carved in the eyes of others, is a beautiful jade that is fast and uncarved in the eyes of Zhizhen, and the more I look at it, the more I am happy.

"The way of martial arts, if you don't practice beating people, practice beating first. Therefore, for the teacher, I will first teach you a set of foreign horizontal kung fu, Shaolin iron cloth shirt. ”

Zhizhen glanced at Wang Chan, and then spoke: "The martial art of iron cloth shirt is not unique to Shaolin, it is the most basic horizontal practice in the rivers and lakes. But the Shaolin iron cloth shirt has some differences, not only on the outside, but also on the inside. You close your eyes now and feel it. ”

Again?

Wang Chan complained silently in his heart, but he still obediently closed his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a true qi that was completely different from just now suddenly rushed into Wang Chan's body, and he only felt that the muscles and skin of his whole body seemed to be torn alive, and his heart was painful, especially the dantian was overturned. The pitiful trace of true qi obtained by cultivating the Nine Yin True Scripture was suppressed by death, and he didn't dare to come out at all. I can only endure this torture like purgatory.

A quarter of an hour later, the pain gradually subsided, and Wang Chan lay on the ground gasping for air.

Zhizhen withdrew the sword finger of his right hand, looked at Wang Chan, squinted and smiled.

"Remember?"

Wang Chan, who fell to the ground, raised his head with difficulty and grinned: "Disciple remembered. ”

Fang Caizhi really used the most direct and brutal means to tell Wang Chan the true qi running route and method of Shaolin Iron Cloth Shirt, and fortunately Wang Chan was able to understand it at one point. Just once, and you have memorized it all, or you will have to suffer it again.

"Okay, from now on, you can live on this little lotus peak, there is a waterfall under the lotus peak, and you will be able to practice there for a while in the next period. If you have something to do with your teacher, you have to leave Shaolin for a while, so don't leave here if you're okay. I have already ordered all the food and clothing to be taken care of, and my own miscellaneous monks will send them up. Zhizhen said.

"Master, don't you want to ask me how my kung fu came from?"

"To say it or not to say it, what does it matter if you know it or not, you are still the same you, and I am still the same me. The voice faded away, becoming more and more ethereal, until it completely disappeared into the endless mountain wind.

Wang Chan watched the thin back go farther and farther away, silent.

After a long time, Wang Chan whispered, "Although you are a good master, I still don't want to be a monk. ”

......

On Xiaolian Peak, the lonely wooden house was empty.

The waterfall under the lotus platform, layer upon layer, turned into a snow-white horse practice poured down, fell into the water, the roar came out half a mile away, and a little monk could be vaguely seen sitting below, exposing his upper body, carrying the fierce torrent with his back, and the skin of the whole body was hit by the torrent from red to purple.

The little monk remained unmoved.

This little monk is none other than Wang Chan.

Since Wang Chan worshiped Zen Master Zhizhen, more than 20 days have passed in a blink of an eye.

And in this month's cultivation, Wang Chan's progress can be described as a thousand miles a day. After digesting a small half of the true qi left by Zhizhen and fusing it with his own true qi, his internal strength has already achieved a little. With the assistance of the Jiuyin True Scripture's "Easy Muscle Forging Bones" chapter, coupled with the erosion of the waterfall of Xiaolian Peak day and night, the iron cloth shirt kung fu has reached the realm of Dacheng. Just a little bit can reach the perfect state of running without hindrance and turning the whole body.

Wang Chan was confident that if he returned to the Condor Plane at this time, even if he was still not Li Mochou's opponent, at least he would not be as powerless as he was at the beginning. Wang Chan was very sure that he would be able to get out of the way. It's just that his cheap master has never appeared since he left that day.

Fortunately, Wang Chan had another master, and as soon as it was opened in January, the bronze door opened again.