"With such a technique, he was able to comprehend the mystery on his own without guidance, what a genius!" The warrior monk couldn't help but sigh with emotion after hearing this.

"The world is so big, there are always so many talents, and this time is also the opportunity of our Faxing Temple. For so many years, none of us in Faxing Temple have been able to practice this Donkey Kong palm to the strength of the circle.

This benefactor is here for a day, and this is a rare opportunity for you, so you should take advantage of it."

"Yes, Uncle Abbot."

In the evening, after eating fast, Wang An wandered around the Faxing Temple alone.

The thousand-year-old temple, because there are tourists and monks practicing martial arts during the day, the whole temple is very lively. At night, only the sound of monks chanting in this temple is silent, and the whole temple is suddenly quiet, completely different from daytime.

"This is the real temple." Wang An felt that the temple should have been a relatively quiet place.

If the external environment is uneasy, the mind will not be at peace, and the mind will not be quiet, how can I participate in meditation?

Ancient temples in the deep mountains, some temples and Taoist temples are built in the deep mountains and old forests, inaccessible places, in order to seek a "quiet" word.

Wang An simply practiced kung fu in this temple, and comprehended the method of the flow of power of the golden bell jar, but after a while, he felt that several eyes fell on him in the dark, and there were monks observing him around, and after a while, a monk came forward.

"Amitabha, bother the donor."

"Zen Master."

This monk Wang An has seen, it is one of the fifteen warrior monks who listened to him explain the Vajra Zen Palm today, although he looks relatively young, but he has practiced the Vajra Zen Palm for more than seven years.

"The poor monk has a question for the benefactor."

"Zen Master, please speak."

"What is the next level of realm after this Vajra Zen palm has been cultivated to the level of strength and harmony?"

Today, when he was having dinner, he heard that the young benefactor in front of him had made a bronze bell of the temple sound with a palm in the air, like a wooden stake hitting it, which was already the legendary power of splitting the air, and his heart was amazed.

"Splitting the air." Wang Andao.

"What's the trick?" The monk then asked.

"The trick?"

Wang An looked at the monk in front of him and really didn't know how to tell him. Because the trick in this is related to true qi. This monk's strength has not yet been mellowed, and he doesn't know when his true qi will be practiced.

"It depends on chance." After being silent for a while, Wang An said something like this. The monk was slightly stunned.

"Chance?" He looked up at the sky.

"The donor has cultivated the legendary true qi?" Asked another false question. Wang An smiled and nodded.

"Sure enough, is the strength followed by the true qi, is it necessary to practice the true qi in order to cultivate the power of splitting the air? What is true anger?"

"True Qi, a special kind of energy."

"Special energy, how is that generated?"

"The Zen master seems to have asked a lot of questions." After speaking, Wang An looked at the monk in front of him with a smile.

Wang An is not a monk in the temple, there is no need to answer so many questions from this monk, and sometimes knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing, the realm of true qi is still a little far away for the monk in front of him, and what he has to think about now should be how to send and receive the strength of the Vajra Palm freely and harmoniously.

"Amitabha, it's the poor monk who is too greedy, thank you to the donor." The warrior monk folded his hands and whispered, then turned to leave.

As the night deepened, only a few houses in the temple were still lit, and most of the monks had turned off their lights and rested.

Wang An was alone in a guest room, lying on the bed thinking about how to circle with strength, and after a while, he turned off the lights and went to sleep.

In the middle of the night, a figure quietly came to the outside of the Scripture Pavilion, came to a window, took out an object from his arms, *** into the gap in the window, after a while, the window opened with a creak, and his figure flashed

Flip inside, then gently close the window.

After entering the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he managed to enter the secret room inside, which treasured the real practice secrets of Faxing Temple.

The moment he entered, he saw a figure in a trance.

"Anyone else?"

In the dark night, a figure suddenly approached in front of him, and he hurriedly raised his hand to parry, and the two figures flashed by.

"Dragon Clawhand, are you a monk from Faxing Temple?!"

......

The next morning, Wang An got up early, and after eating fast, he wandered around the monastery, and then began to practice the golden bell jar in Faxing Temple.

First of all, we must make the strength coherent, let them rotate, draw a circle, this seems to be very simple, in fact, it is very difficult to do, to mobilize the body strength of the muscles, the muscles and muscles to produce strength, the strength is coherent, like the flow of water, turn a circle, head to tail.

It can be said that this exercise is one of the most arduous exercises to practice in the entire Faxing Temple.

At the beginning, Wang An also needed to keep experimenting, but his body strength had been practiced to the point of sending and receiving, and coupled with the influence of the concept of Taijiquan exercises, it was easier to practice than those previous exercises.

In the morning, a few monks came to Wang An to ask for advice, but he did not hide his secrets and explained seriously.

Just as he was about to eat lunch, Wang An saw several monks leave in a hurry. Soon he heard the news from the other monks that the body of a monk had been found in the Scripture Pavilion and that he had been killed by someone else.

Zen Master Deguang's face was ugly.

"Senior brother, this monk should have been killed by Donkey Kong Palm."

"Donkey Kong Palm, how did he appear in the secret room, where did he get the key, and why didn't the security system outside call the police?"

"We found a special electronic device on his body, which can interfere with the alarm system, and we found a key on his body, which is supposed to be compounded."

"How many years has he been in the temple?"

"It's been five years."

"Five years, it's not a short time, I can't imagine that there is a thief in our Faxing Temple, he has already planned it, there is another person besides him, has he lost something?"

""Golden Bell Jar", "King Kong is not bad" two exercise cheats. Senior brother, could it be that Wang An?"

"Probably not, immediately gather all the monks in the monastery, ask who left the meditation room last night, and gather a reliable disciple to search their residences one by one."

"Senior brother means that those two secret books are still in the temple?"

"Hopefully." Zen Master Deguang sighed and said.

After they reported the crime, the people from the Security Bureau soon arrived at the temple and also intervened in the investigation of the case.

Wang An found Zen Master Deguang in the afternoon and was about to leave here, when he heard them talking about the incident in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion before entering the meditation room.

After inviting the monks to enter the meditation room, in addition to Zen Master Deguang, there were several other monks, and these were the first of the temples of Faji Temple.

"Amitabha, is the benefactor here to say goodbye?"

"Exactly, this time I was able to get what I wanted, thank you master."

Hearing that Wang An was leaving, the expressions of the other Zen masters changed, and they stopped talking one by one.

"The donor is polite, but can you get something?" Zen Master Deguang said calmly.

"Quite a catch." Wang An nodded.

"Do you know that a monk died in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion last night, and we lost two ancient books of the exercises in Faxing Temple?" Finally, a monk couldn't help but say.

"I've heard of it."

"What I lost was the "Golden Bell Jar" and "King Kong is not bad", which happened to be the two ancient books that the donor had read in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion yesterday."

Oh, Wang An was slightly stunned when he heard this, but he didn't know about it.

"What a coincidence!"

It was indeed too much of a coincidence that he had just read those two ancient books on his front foot, and they were stolen that night.

"Abbot Zen Master if not

If I don't mind, I'd like to stay and help." Wang An, who was about to leave, heard that he had lost these two exercises, and he also changed his attention.

"Oh, donor, is there any good way to find out who stole the scriptures?"

"No, just doing a little bit." Wang Andao, at this time, that person may have already escaped, if that person was still in this temple at this time, it was possible for him to find out, but it was only possible.

In this way, Wang An stayed again, and he also went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for a special trip.

"Senior brother, are you afraid that this person is uneasy and kind to stay?"

"Hey, junior brother is too worried, with this person's cultivation, if you want to snatch those two scriptures, you don't need to spend so much time, the real culprit of this matter must be someone else." Deguang Zen Master said.

Now he already knows Wang An's identity, and he had suspected Wang An at the beginning, so he asked someone to investigate Wang An's identity, this investigation didn't matter, it directly attracted the attention of the Special Affairs Bureau, and sent someone to investigate the case, the purpose of which is to have two investigations on the one hand, mainly to see if the person is the one.

Sure enough, it's still the one, and now Wang An is on the special watch list of the Special Affairs Bureau. The headquarters of the capital has specially issued an order, no matter where Wang An is found, the first thing to pay attention to is not to conflict with him, and then to report the whereabouts of the other party as soon as possible.

Although Zen Master Deguang is in the Zen temple, the news is very well-informed, and the things in the capital are also slightly heard.

With the other party's means, if they were aiming for those two scriptures from the beginning, there was no need to spend such a big Zhou Zhang, and they would have rushed directly into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to snatch the scriptures.

In order to investigate the murder of the monks of Faxing Temple and the theft of scriptures, all the pilgrims who stayed at the temple last night did not leave, and they need to cooperate with the investigation. The mountain gate was also closed, and no other tourists were accepted until the matter was clarified.

This practice also caused dissatisfaction among many pilgrims.

"When will this be found out, and if we can't find out, won't we be able to go down the mountain?"

"I heard I'm going to have to search for my bag."

"Why?"

......

After Wang An came out of the Scripture Pavilion, he walked around the temple. Reason!