"The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom." The great poet Bai Lotian of the Tang Dynasty once inscribed a poem in Dalin Temple, that is, the spring in this mountain is late, and the days and months in the world are short. Although Dalin Temple is the place where the king of Nanliang cultivates eight hundred immortals, the great poet of this dynasty has also inscribed poems here, but the reputation is not very loud at this time. The temple is located in the middle of the hill and the hill, and the temple is not much and not majestic, so the flowers in the temple are blooming brightly at the moment, and there are few visitors and pilgrims.

At this moment, the sunset is sinking, and the little monk in the temple is about to close the door, but he is blocked by a pair of big hands outside the door, and the little monk looks at it, and a young man and a little girl are standing outside the door.

"Amitabha" The little monk looked at the two and said, "Donor, it's getting late today, please come back tomorrow to offer incense to the Buddha." ”

The man also folded his hands and nodded at the little monk and said, "I also asked the little master to help inform the abbot master, and he said that there was an old man from Shu." ”

The little monk couldn't hear it clearly, but when he saw that the man had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, he was tall and majestic, and he didn't look like a bad person, and the girl next to him was about twelve or thirteen years old, although she was coarse and coarse, but her clothes were neat and tidy, and her eyebrows were clear, and she hesitated a little and said: "The donor will wait a while, and the little monk will go to report." ”

The man waited for a while, and then saw the little monk come over and said, "The abbot asks the benefactor to come in, please come with me." So he took them into the temple. The three of them walked through the compound, bypassed the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and came to the outside of the abbot's residence in the backyard, and the little monk let the two in. And he left.

The man straightened his clothes and was about to knock on the door, when he suddenly heard the voice of an old man in the house, "Let the donor please come in." ”

The man didn't say anything, so he took the little girl and pushed the door in. The room is minimalist, a bed and a table count futon, there is an oil lamp lit on the table, the light is muddy and yellow, and it is very not bright, and a white-bearded thin old monk sits on the futon.

The man's surname is Ren Mingcheng, and after entering the house, he directly pulled the little girl and knelt down to the old monk and said, "The younger generation Ren Cheng and the sister have seen Master Xuanzheng"

Xuan Zheng got up and helped the two of them up, and said, "Okay, good, the old monk Ren is a good pair of children." ”

Ren Cheng also sat under Xuan Zheng with the little girl, and said: "My father died five years ago, and my mother also left three years ago. After a pause, he said: "The younger generation has been filial piety for his mother for three years, and after the expiration of the period, he will bring his little sister here to thank the abbot master." ”

"Amitabha" Xuanzheng said: "The past is just a cloud of smoke, let the old layman know that he can change his mistakes, and abandon the butcher's knife, how dare the old man take credit." ”

Ren Chengdao: "Although the younger generation was young when he saw the abbot twenty years ago, he also remembered what the abbot looked like in the past, why didn't you change at all twenty years ago?" Dare to ask the abbot for his birthday this year? ”

Xuan Zheng smiled slightly: "The old man who is about to die does not remember how many years he has lived, a stinky skin, what is the difference between change and change." ”

Ren Cheng replied: "The master's Buddhism is exquisite, and his cultivation is very profound, and the younger generation admires him very much. Ren Cheng looked at the little girl and said: "The younger generation was plotted by a traitor a few months ago, and was deeply injured by incurable injuries at that time. After saying this, although his face was unwavering, the little girl beside him was crying.

Hearing this, Xuan Zheng was slightly shocked: "Who was the donor injured?" Where is the injury? The old man was clumsy and didn't see it. ”

Ren Cheng said with a smile: "A few months ago, the younger generation was exposed to the back of the Shaolin abandoned monk Tianyi monk Tiangang's palm, and he was poisoned by the poisonous lady. ”

Xuanzheng was shocked in his heart, although the Tianyi monk is notorious, but his martial arts are extremely superb, he was expelled from Shaolin before the temple was almost invincible, and then learned some kung fu from the side, Ren Cheng was not dead by his palm power, not to mention the gloom is also a strange poison in the world, the middle will generally rot and die within three hours, so even if Hua Tuo is alive to save him, he may not be able to last a little more than a moment, it seems that Ren Cheng's internal strength is also very amazing. Thinking of this, he said in a low voice: "The donor has profound internal strength, and he is fortunate to be treated by Lu Sanchun and Lu Langzhong, so he can survive until this moment, which is also a blessing in misfortune." ”

Ren Chengdao: "The master is really smart, the younger generation is saved by Lu Lang, and he uses the family heirloom internal strength to trap the toxins and residual Tiangang palm power in the body, so that he can live to this day, but that palm power and toxins accumulate into a stasis, which really can't be eliminated, and it is difficult to live for a long time." As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly dared to hit him head-on with a strength as thick as the mouth of a bowl, although it was not very domineering, but it was fast and mellow, and he immediately understood that it was Xuan Zheng who was going to try his kung fu. Xuanzheng was a monk in Shaolin Temple when he was young, and he came out of the temple at the age of fifty to be the abbot of Dalin Temple. Ren Cheng was not in a hurry, luck was in his mouth, exhaled like a knife, and cut the attacking strength into two and rubbed his body past.

Xuan Zheng was shocked, but his face did not change and said: "Amitabha, the donor's martial arts are indeed superb, no wonder he was so seriously injured and poisoned and still survived." Presumably, that day a monk was also in the hands of the benefactor. ”

Ren Chengdao: "The master has won the award, and after the junior was injured that day, he tried his best to kill the evil monk, so he might as well be poisoned by the poisonous lady." ”

"Alas, let the benefactor remove this great harm for the martial arts, it can be described as immeasurable merit, and he should have been blessed and long-lived, but he suffered this catastrophe, and his life was difficult to last long, and everything was caused by cause and effect." Xuan Zheng looked at the little girl beside him and said: "Although the old man is familiar with martial arts and medicine, he must not be compared with Lu Langzhong. ”

Ren Cheng hurriedly said: "The kid feels that his time is short, and he is not here to ask the master for help. He added: "The younger generation is indeed here to fulfill the last wish of the ancestor and thank the master for his teachings." However, there is also a reluctant request, asking the master to help keep the martial arts secrets handed down by the younger generations. ”

Xuan Zheng sighed: "The donor's family martial arts are very exquisite, if they flow into the rivers and lakes, it will cause a fight, why not destroy it?" ”

Ren Cheng also sighed: "The younger generation also thought about dealing with it like this, but in recent years, the younger generation has worked hard to modify and improve the deficiencies of the family martial arts. If it is destroyed, the heart is really unwilling. ”

Xuan Zheng said secretly: "Ren Cheng's father, Ren Xiao, went astray at the beginning, did a lot of evil, and took it upon himself, it is said that Ren Xiao practiced all the martial arts of the Ren family, but he was not a top master." Even though Ren Xiao was not very old back then, and his internal strength cultivation was not very profound, his martial arts were not very skillful. Could it be that Ren Cheng is extremely talented, strives for excellence, and can perfect the Ren family's martial arts to the holy? Thinking of this, he had the heart to give it a try, looked at Ren Cheng, and thought: "Ren Cheng's eyes are fine, and there are no traces of bulge in his temples, he doesn't look like a person who practices martial arts, but he does have a hand of martial arts, is this person's martial arts really in the realm of transformation, and he can't see it with the naked eye?" He chanted a Buddha horn, and slapped his left palm towards Ren Cheng, the old monk was worried that the palm wind would hurt Ren Xiaomei, so he used a move to melt the snow palm. This palm is created by the monk Xuanzheng this year, and the palm power is like a spring breeze at the beginning, but it is endless, and the gradual change is like a knife. When Ren Xiaomei was gently pushed aside by the palm wind and sat down against the wall, Ren Cheng felt the power of this snow-melting palm: he felt that the blazing wind knife pressed him very hard, and his chest seemed to collapse. Ren Cheng actually didn't get up, he could withdraw a zhang away to avoid the edge of Xuanzheng's melting snow, but he had the intention to show his skills, but he also waved his palm and faced Xuanzheng's palm force.

Xuan Zheng saw that Ren Cheng did not change his color under his palm, and he was secretly surprised in his heart, and when Ren Cheng's palm power attacked, he felt that the room was full of his hand shadow palm wind, and the internal strength that came out of his palm was completely wrapped into a ball, and this mass shrank smaller and smaller, and in a moment, it finally disappeared.

"Amitabha, the little donor is only afraid that today's martial arts are invincible." Xuan Zheng felt that there was a slight gap between his martial arts and Ren Cheng, and although he was shocked in his heart, he felt really regretful, but it was a pity that Ren Cheng's shocking skills were untouching.

Ren Cheng was also not modest, and said: "Before the death of my father, the boy loved martial arts and became an idiot, but at that time martial arts were not very good, and my father once said that I would not be able to become a first-class master after practicing for another twenty years." Since the death of my father, my heart is sad, but my mood of seeing people and things seems to have changed, and I am not as crazy as before, but I have made a lot of progress, and it is not too much to say that it is a thousand miles a day. Gradually, when I looked at the family martial arts cheats, I felt that they were full of loopholes, and the same was true for the martial arts of other sects. I have the heart to reorganize and improve the Ren family's martial arts, and now I dare not say that my Ren family's martial arts are unique in the world, but they are always unique. ”

Xuan Zheng was curious, and he didn't know how Ren Cheng had changed since he lost his father, so he asked directly: "How did the donor's mood change back then, but the old man was very curious. ”

Ren Cheng bowed to Xuanzheng and said: "When I practiced martial arts in the past, I always thought that there were no more than three reasons for the level of martial arts, whether the skills were proficient, whether the skills were profound, and whether the cultivation time was enough. Therefore, he has been practicing hard and lonely, but after all, he is young and his martial arts are not very profound. After the death of my father, I was sad and sad for a long time, and suddenly felt that life was short for only a hundred years, how many days can I practice martial arts, if the level of martial arts is only divided by the length of time I have practiced martial arts, then who has a long life, who is the most powerful. Ren Cheng paused and said: "I don't think that there is no need to practice martial arts diligently, and eventually I will feel that I will have the knowledge to make people get twice the result with half the effort, so I will no longer practice hard all day long, and I will spend half a day every day thinking hard about what I have learned and practiced." ”

"Good, the donor's words are reasonable, the same is true for participating in Zen and martial arts, and moving hands and mouths are also moving, which is the right way to progress." Xuanzheng Dao.

Ren Chengyou said: "After thinking about it for a long time, I gradually realized some practice tips, and since then, my martial arts progress seems to have improved very quickly, and it is becoming more and more obvious. It took another half a year to sort out the key skills, and then sorted out the family martial arts and wrote it into a book. Ren came here to ask the master to help keep this book. After speaking, he took out a book half an inch thick from his arms and handed it to Xuan Zheng.

Xuan Zheng chanted the Buddha's name, took the booklet and said: "Why did the young man let Lao Wei keep it on his behalf, Guan Lingmei seems to have practiced martial arts, why not pass it on to her." ”

Ren Chengdao: "The younger sister is young, and her knowledge and cultivation are not enough to comprehend the benefits. The master is a man of great morality, and I would like to ask you to help you find someone with good character and qualifications, and pass on this booklet to him. In the past year or two, I have come to realize that there are similarities in all martial arts in the world, and although the master has cultivated profoundly, if he can deign to read this book, maybe he will also have new insights and improve the shortcomings. ”

Xuan Zheng exclaimed: "This book is called by Ren Shaoxia's painstaking efforts, how can the old man He De be a cloudy eye, Amitabha." ”