Times are about to change,

Wang An has heard this sentence from more than one person.

"That man said something inexplicable, times are about to change."

"It's changed, how? Aura revival, weird revival, or national immortal cultivation?" Li Xinzhu asked subconsciously.

"What do you think? I've seen too much." Wang An smiled.

"Hey, no matter what you do, in which era of your ability is not the master of walking sideways, but you prefer to lie on your stomach in this mountain. If I had your ability, the absolute dragon roared for nine days!" Li Xinzhu raised his finger and said domineeringly.

"Everyone has his own ambitions, and there is still a long road ahead of me."

"I'm just wondering, will you really cultivate immortals in the end?"

Wang An just smiled.

Who can define what is an immortal?

If the immortals in the mouths of the ancients really existed, where did they end up? What would it look like now?

At noon that day, Wang An stewed a large pot of beef, and Li Xinzhu accompanied the old man to drink two cups.

"I'm going to go out in two days, and you can take care of it at home."

"No problem, where are you going, do you need me to arrange for someone to send you?"

"No, it's not far, I'll just walk."

Wang An is going to the place of Faxing Temple, which is more than 2,000 miles away from his hometown, he plans to go on foot, set off in the afternoon, and rush in the evening, so that they can arrive at dawn, just when they get up in the morning to eat in the fast, and also taste the fasting of the Faxing Temple.

He was going to go to Faxing Temple to borrow ancient books and see the legendary "King Kong is not bad" and "Golden Bell Jar", two kung fu exercises for protecting the body.

In the afternoon, as soon as the sun set in the west, he set foot on the road to Faxing Temple, still walking in a straight line. Over the mountains and across the rivers, the sun still set, but his footsteps did not stop, and continued to move forward.

The night is getting darker,

On a mountain, two people, a pit, and two people in the pit, two living people who were helped hand and foot, and their mouths were covered with duct tape, their faces were full of horror.

"Don't blame us when you get over there, who let you mess with someone you shouldn't have messed with?" A man said this and raised his hand and scattered a handful of paper money.

"Alright, let's get to work." After speaking, he raised his hand and picked up the shovel beside him and filled the pit with earth.

After filling in the two, there was a gust of wind, and the two people were gone. The two men in the pit were terrified.

The next moment the two of them felt a flicker in front of them, and the man came out of the pit and came to the outside of the pit, and then the ropes that bound their hands and feet were untied.

What's going on?

Both of them were blinded, and when they came to their senses, they immediately looked around and saw two people lying on the ground, the same two people who had just been about to bury them alive.

"This is?!"

They took a closer look.

"It can't be dead, is it?"

The two of them looked at the dark, quiet forest, except for the two of them and the two people who fell to the ground, there was half a figure.

Who saved them just now, was it a god or a monster?

They looked at each other, then left in a panic.

At this time, Wang An, who was passing by here just now, had already crossed the mountain and crossed a river.

Along the way, he walked some distance, stopped to look at the electronic map, and then continued on his way. I also saw so many unlucky thieves, and he solved them easily, so he went all the way to the foot of Zhongyue Mountain.

The sky is not yet bright, and the waning moon hangs on the mountain like a hook. Arrived a little earlier than he had previously expected.

After looking at the time, he decided to climb the mountain first and go to the top of the mountain to have a look. He didn't go up the mountain at the speed of a hurry, and slowly went up the mountain.

To his surprise, there were still people waiting on the top of the mountain early to watch the sunrise on such a day.

Seeing that the sky on the horizon was getting whiter and whiter, at first it was like a touch of white in the belly of a fish, but it slowly lit up, and there was a red light, the sun showed a head, and then suddenly burst out of the sea of clouds, shining in ten thousand ways.

"Pretty!" Wang Anxin said.

It was dawn, and the bells rang out in the temple.

Dusk drum and morning bell,

At the beginning of the day, the monks of Faxing Monastery get up to do morning classes and then have breakfast.

There are already monks who have already started to be busy in the kitchen, and there are more than 200 monks living in Faxing Temple, not to mention anything else, but it takes a lot of effort to prepare three meals a day for more than 200 people.

This morning, a strange monk came to the soup kitchen, and he came to breakfast early in the morning, which surprised them a little, they thought it was a pilgrim who lived in the monastery, and prepared a meal for him without saying anything, but he ate a lot of fast, and ate bowl after bowl.

"Well, don't say it, your fast food at Faxing Temple is really good!" Wang An exclaimed while eating.

"The layman is too late, will you hurt your body if you eat so much?"

"Hey, that's just a lot."

In the end, Wang An was satisfied with this meal, and those monks were stunned when they saw it, they had seen what they could eat, but how they could eat it if they hadn't seen it, was this the reincarnation of a starving ghost?

Once you've eaten and drunk, it's time to get down to business.

It's just that it's a coincidence that he came here today, and the Scripture Pavilion is not open to the public today. He found out that the steward of the temple was a monk, and the other party did not let go.

"Master, I don't look at it in vain, it's better like this, I'll read the scriptures of Faxing Temple, and guide you monks of Faxing Temple in kung fu?"

"The donor still knows kung fu?" The monk laughed when he heard Wang An say this.

Guiding the monks of Faxing Temple in kung fu, what kind of place are they in Faxing Temple, how can they use a person as young as you to guide kung fu? If this gets out, won't it be laughed out of people's big teeth?

Of course, as a disciple of Buddhism, there are some arrogant things that naturally cannot be said.

"But some seem to look down on me."

Wang An looked at the nearby temple, suddenly lifted his body, and the whole person swooped up from the ground, went directly to the roof, and then fell lightly.

Seeing this, the monk's face immediately changed.

"What does the master think?"

"The donor is good at kung fu, Faxing Temple has its own Buddhist exercises, and there is no need for the donor's guidance."

"Master, look at the bell." He pointed to the bronze bell on the bell tower in front of him.

"What does the donor mean?" The monk was slightly stunned when he heard this.

"I remember that there is a practice in the Faxing Temple called Donkey Kong Palm?"

"That's true, it's a special skill of Faxing Temple."

"Master, come with me."

Wang An went up to the bell tower, and the monk followed him up to the bell tower, and Wang An slapped a few steps away from the big bell.

Knock, a bell rang, and the bronze bell shook. The monk was stunned for an instant, and the monk who followed him was also stunned.

They really saw that the bronze bell in front of them was shaking with a single palm.

"This, this......"

"Donkey Kong palm, splitting the power of the palm in the air?" The monk in charge was amazed for a long time, and then came back to his senses.

"Exactly, I can teach you the method of practicing the exercises and the tricks in them, and the price is that I have to go through the secret books of your Faxing Temple, and I mean the real ancient books of the exercises."

"I can't be the master of this matter, donor, and later."

The monk left for a while, and soon returned, and took Wang An to meet the presiding officer of Faxing Temple, Zen Master Deguang, and after some conversation, he agreed that Wang An would go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to watch the real martial arts of Faxing Temple, but he could only see three of them, and he could not transcribe or take pictures, and he had to be accompanied by the disciples of Faxing Temple during the period.

In exchange, Wang An told them how to practice Vajra Meditation, and Wang An agreed without hesitation.

To be honest, even if he taught it, there may not be a few people in Faxing Temple who can understand it, let alone practice to the realm of his current splitting palm power.

The real scripture pavilion of Faxing Temple is not shown to outsiders, and even the monks in their temple rarely have the opportunity to see the scriptures in the real scripture pavilion, and a considerable part of the scriptures are no longer available

Here, it was transferred to other places and protected.

The "Golden Bell Jar" and "King Kong Incorruptible Miracle" that Wang An saw were rare originals.

It's the original but it's also from the remnants, yes, the "Golden Bell Jar" is barely complete, but the "King Kong is not bad" is incomplete, and the next few pages were burned.

The first thing he read was "King Kong is not bad divine skill", so the exercise is practiced from the outside in, in addition to the exercise, the corresponding medicine is also needed to cooperate, it looks like Li Xianxiao's method of practicing the exercises, which is a little troublesome.

Then he watched the exercises of "Golden Bell Jar", which also needed medicine at the beginning, and he had to improve his ability to resist blows through continuous blows from external forces. The description of the exercises that followed caught Wang An's attention.

The meaning of this golden bell jar is to make the practitioner feel as if he is wearing a golden bell, so that he can be invulnerable, invulnerable, and invulnerable.

The Admiralty is also not fixed, it can turn.

How to turn?

Human muscles and bones cannot be turned.