The monk's words were a bit disappointing.

"There are no such characters as sweeping monks in this temple?"

"Maybe there is, but the poor monk doesn't know." The monk said with a smile.

This monk is talkative, he is also a warrior monk, not all monks in Faxing Temple practice martial arts, some monks only have some basic boxing techniques, which is considered to be healthy, only warrior monks focus on martial arts.

In order to become a warrior monk, except for those monks who enter the temple from an early age, monks who are halfway through the monk need to undergo a certain time test, mainly to examine the mind, and only after passing the test can they become warrior monks.

Even if you become a warrior monk, it is not that all the kung fu of Faxing Temple can be learned casually, or you need to practice from shallow to deep, step by step.

After chatting with the monk for a while, Wang An continued to tour the mountain, admiring the beautiful scenery in the mountain while searching around, hoping to find those masters hidden in the mountain with unique skills.

I wandered around the mountain until it was nearly evening, and then I walked down the mountain. When I got to the bottom of the mountain, I found a restaurant, asked for a few dishes, and chatted with him when the boss was not very busy, and asked him about some rumors of Faxing Temple.

"Boss, is there a monk in that temple on the mountain who can fly off the eaves and walk on the wall and be invulnerable?"

"I haven't seen the cornices walking on the wall, the invulnerability is really there, and you can also see their performance on TV, what is the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt."

"Then is there the kind of master who can cross the river with a reed and fight cattle across the mountains?"

"A reed crosses the river, that's the Bodhidharma Patriarch! I haven't heard of fighting cattle across the mountains, but I heard that a long, long time ago, someone saw an old monk flying in a tree in the mountains, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye. ”

"Flying in a tree? Where did you see it? Wang An hurriedly asked.

"Then I don't know, after all, so many years have passed, maybe that person is talking nonsense!" The boss said with a smile.

After staying in the hotel for one night, Wang An went up the mountain again, but he still couldn't see the person he wanted to see, and he didn't find a different monk.

Wang An had to try to search into the mountains and the depths, so after four days, the sun was about to set on this day, Wang An saw a temple that looked like it should have been abandoned in a very remote place in Songshan, and heard the sound inside, and went in to see a monk who looked more than fifty years old was boiling water and cooking, and the other party was a little surprised to see Wang An enter the temple.

"Amitabha, why did this donor come here, but he got lost?"

"No, I came to the master on purpose." Wang An said with a smile, the monk in front of him looked ordinary, nothing special, but Wang An could hear that his breathing was long, just now I saw that his palms were quite thick and the knuckles were thick, and there were some abnormal calluses on them, which should be left over from years of practicing palm techniques.

"Master? The poor monk is not a master, but an ordinary monk. ”

"Ordinary monks can't be skilled in kung fu?"

"Huh?" The monk was slightly stunned after hearing this, and looked up at Wang An.

"How did the donor see that the poor monk knew kung fu?"

"With a long breath, a wide palm, and thick knuckles, the master's kung fu must be very powerful, right?"

"The donor is really a good eye, the poor monk has indeed practiced kung fu for a few years, but it is not very profound. If the donor wants to see kung fu, he has to go to Faxing Temple," the monk said with a smile.

"I've been there four times in the past few days, and I've seen the warrior monks there perform kung fu, iron head gong, arhat boxing, and stick method. That's not what I'm looking for. Wang An said with a smile.

"It's not what the donor is looking for, what kind of kung fu does the donor want to find?"

Wang An thought about it, put a fist in front of this monk and played a set of Tai Chi, there is no music background, no kung fu cedar, there is a green tree breeze, Wang An's Tai Chi looks like it is somewhat similar to the practice of the old man and the old lady in the square, but it is a little different.

The monk on the side didn't care at first, but soon watched Wang An practice boxing intently, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Less leaning, Wang An punches.

"What does the master think of my fist practice?"

"Okay, excellent, is the donor from Chenjiagou or Taihe Mountain?"

"No, but I've been to Taihe Mountain." Wang An said truthfully.

"The donor is practicing Taijiquan, why do you want to see the Buddhist exercises?"

"It's not a secret, I came this time to see the real skill and to solve the doubts, can the master know the true qi?"

"Really angry?" The monk was slightly stunned when he heard this, "I haven't heard this word for a long time!" ”

"It's been a long time, the master has heard of it?" Hearing this, Wang An's eyes lit up and he hurriedly asked.

The monk looked at Wang An and did not continue, but asked a question.

"The poor monk wants to know what level of the donor's kung fu has reached?"

"Train the muscles and bones outside, train the internal organs, and the strength is like flowing water." Wang An said after thinking about it.

"Amitabha, it's really rare for the donor to practice to such a state at such a young age."

"The master doesn't seem to believe it?"

The monk smiled, self-evident.

"Master, offended." Wang An raised his hand and patted the monk's shoulder, the monk's body shook, and he took half a step back, Wang An's palm went with him, and the monk raised his hand to meet it with a palm.

Unexpectedly, this palm seemed to hit a ball of cotton, soft, without a trace of strength, and all the strength on the body was missing.

He wanted to withdraw his palm, but Wang An suddenly exerted his strength when he had no stamina, raised his hand and hooked it, and shook it, and suddenly swung the monk's arm away, slapped the monk's shoulder, and the monk's left palm followed.

The two of them slapped each other, and the monk only felt a strong force rushing straight in, with great strength, and immediately stepped back a few steps before standing firmly.

"Unloading, softness, and strength, the donor's cultivation is really good, and the poor monk admires it." The monk exclaimed.

The so-called connoisseur knew if there was one as soon as he made a move, and now he believed what Wang An just said.

"The master conceded." Wang An also knew that the master didn't go all out just now, just like he didn't go all out.

"Why is the donor looking for this true qi?"

"I want to see what it looks like, and I want to use it to heal." Wang An told the truth.

"Heal?"

"yes, I just want to try it, maybe it can really heal?" Wang An said with a smile.

The monk was silent for a while, looking up at the setting sun.

"Let me think about it, that was forty-two years ago, at that time I was just a small monk in Faxing Temple, and I didn't understand anything. There is a highly respected senior in the temple, who is my master's master, that is, my master.

At that time, he was already in his seventies, but he was full of energy, he could run through the mountains with a bucket in both hands, and he could eat a large pot of rice alone, just like a strong young man. On a thunderstorm day, when the thunder was loud and the rain was raining so hard that the master suddenly wanted to retreat, he locked himself in the meditation room and told no one to disturb him.

The master stayed in the meditation room for seven days, and when he came out of the meditation room, he lost dozens of pounds, so thin that he was skinny and bones, as if he had been in it for three months. It took more than a month for him to get back to normal.

Since then, Shizu seems to be no different from before, but he likes to go around the mountains, and from time to time bring back some medicinal herbs, that day, I accidentally saw Shizu jump over a mountain stream seven or eight meters wide in the mountains and forests, and I was stupid.

Then I begged him to teach me the mountain stream itself, but he said that I was still far away, and I asked him how long it would take to practice to his level, and he said that it would be at least fifty years.

I asked why I had to practice kung fu for so long, and he said that it was not kung fu, it was qi, true qi! ”

Really angry?!

Wang An was inexplicably in his mind for a while, and finally heard that someone had practiced his true qi.

"Then how can you cultivate true qi?"

"I don't know." The monk shook his head, "I haven't figured it out until now, and my master hasn't figured it out until he dies. ”

"Didn't the old Zen master leave any cultivation methods?"

The old monk looked at Wang An with a smile.

"I'm sorry." Wang An immediately realized that he had committed a big taboo just now, and inquired about the cultivation secrets of a sect.

"The master said that in order to practice true qi, you must practice kung fu to an extreme, and in addition to martial arts cultivation, you must also participate in the study of Buddhism."

Martial arts, Buddhism?

Hearing this, Wang An pondered for a while.

"I don't know what kind of martial arts the old Zen master is practicing?"

"Buddhism King Kong is not bad." The old monk pondered for a moment and then said.

(End of chapter)