Murong Fu asked, "Isn't it true that people who practice martial arts can strengthen their bodies?"

"People who practice martial arts are naturally much stronger than ordinary people, but it also takes many years of training to be effective, and your situation is only two years at most, and it's too late. ”

Murong Fu was horrified, although he believed the words of the sweeping monk just now, he didn't really take the problem to heart, and now he realized the seriousness of the problem when he heard that he would live for two years at most.

Murong Fu hurriedly asked, "Is there no way at all?"

"If you can find some health preservation techniques, it may be able to have some effect, as for martial arts......" The sweeping monk pondered for a while before saying: "There are only two divine functions in the world to solve this problem. ”

Murong Fu was overjoyed, as long as there was a way, "What kind of magic skill?"

"One of them is the Shaolin Washing Sutra. ”

"Washing the marrow Sutra?" Murong Fu was puzzled, he had never heard of Shaolin and this internal skill, in his impression, the Shaolin Temple's divine skill was only the Yijin Sutra, at most plus the Jiuyang Divine Skill and the Shenzu Sutra hidden in the Yijin Sutra.

The sweeping monk sighed: "It is rumored that the marrow washing sutra can wash the marrow and refine the blood, enhance the physique, and refine it to the end of the year and rejuvenate the youth, but the marrow washing sutra has been lost for hundreds of years, and many people in the temple have not heard of it, so how to find it." ”

"And what about another magic skill?"

"There is a technique in the Western Regions Tantra called Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, which can also solve your problems by cultivating both physical and internal strength. This exercise is a tantric sect of the Zhen sect, which is extremely difficult to practice, but there are always traces to follow. ”

Murong Fu thought about it in his heart, there was no need to think about the ethereal Purifying Pulp Sutra, the Dragon Elephant Praruo Gong was in the hands of the Golden Wheel Dharma King, and it was a big deal to go to the Western Regions to get a divine skill to exchange it with him.

Then he asked, "Master, can you solve the problem of horizontal practice kung fu like Vajra is not bad?"

The sweeping monk pondered for a long time and said: "King Kong is not bad, the body is actually just refining the skin and flesh on the surface of the body, and with the unique luck method, it is extremely powerful, and it cannot fundamentally solve your problem, but it should be able to alleviate one or two." ”

Murong Fu bowed respectfully: "Thank you Master for your advice." ”

Seeing that he was so polite, the sweeping monk thought for a while and said, "Maybe you can go to the Dharma Cave to have a look." ”

Murong Fu asked suspiciously, "Dharma Cave?"

"Dharma Cave is the place where the Bodhidharma Patriarch faced the wall, the Yijin Sutra and the Washing the Marrow Sutra were passed on by the Bodhidharma Patriarch, and the Dharma Cave has the Buddhist mantra left by the Patriarch, maybe you can understand something from it. ”

Murong Fu bowed again, "Thank you, Master." ”

"Amitabha. The sweeper turned and left.

Murong Fu also had some doubts in his heart, according to what the sweeping monk said, the Washing the Marrow Sutra should be the same level as the Yijin Sutra Shaolin Supreme Treasure, how can you listen to what he means as if he doesn't mind stealing it by himself.

In the end, he could only blame it on the level of the sweeping monk, who was no longer confined to the view of the portal, and even the martial arts cheats were really trivial in his eyes, and they were not as important as a Buddhist scripture.

The next morning, Murong Fu came to the Dharma Cave in the mountain behind the Shaolin Temple, and it was quite strange along the way, why there was no monk guarding such an important place.

Although the Dharma Cave of Shaolin Temple is sacred, the things left by the Dharma Patriarch in the cave have long been moved, and even the shadow stone left by the Dharma wall has been dug up to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Only some Buddhist scriptures are carved on the stone wall, for Shaolin Temple, this is just a holy place to meditate and practice Buddha, although not everyone can enter, but if it is some distinguished guests to visit it will not refuse.

Dharma Cave faces southwest, Murong Fu walked into the cave, suddenly felt a cold and cool feeling, and looked at it a little, this is a natural stone cave, about two zhang deep, more than one zhang high and wide.

One of the stone walls has a groove four feet high and about two feet wide, while the others are engraved with words. Murong Fu thought to himself, the sweeping monk said that the Dharma Cave may have enlightenment, it must not be without purpose.

So Murong Fu searched carefully in the cave, even sparing every stone, hoping to find some mechanism.

Half an hour later, Murong Fu looked disappointed, the cave was empty, and there was not even the slightest abnormality. Murong Fu looked up at the words on the stone wall, "Could it be that the mystery is hidden in these words?"

After a stick of incense, Murong Fu was already drowsy, these words were either easy to understand or esoteric, and even some Sanskrit, but they were all expounding some Buddhist principles, how could there be any marrow washing scriptures.

"Ahaha, little one, did you bring me food? ”

Murong Fu was startled, and when he looked back, there was a person standing behind him, who was approached by the sweeping monk before and was not discovered, that was because he was a super master, and he didn't find it when he was approached by Yizhang this time.

Murong Fu was horrified in his heart, and looked at this person carefully, only to see that this person was wearing a white monk's robe, with a string of huge Buddhist beads, and a very tall belly.

Holding a withered bamboo in his hand, his eyes were almost invisible due to the bulging fat on his face, only two black eyebrows, and a big mouth that seemed to be smiling at any time.

The most surprising thing is that there is a pair of long earlobes hanging from that pair of ears, and the whole person stands on it as a living Maitreya Buddha.

Murong Fu's heart was relieved, although this monk looked amazing, but his face was oily, and at first glance he was a fat monk who was lazy and lazy, and he didn't have the temperament of a master.

Although the sweeping monk has an ordinary appearance, he has a dusty temperament, as long as he observes it, he can still detect one or two.

Think about it, although the leaders of Shaolin Temple are group and profound, it is impossible for two peerless masters like sweeping monks to appear in the same era.

The reason why he was close to him was probably because he was confused by the scriptures on the stone wall just now and lost his vigilance.

Seeing Murong Fu's face, the fat monk was stunned, "Why did you change your face and bring me food?"

"Food-deliverer? It turns out that he thinks I'm a food deliverer. Murong Fu pondered in his heart, and just wanted to explain, the fat monk pouted, frowned, and said:

"Even if I change to one hundred and eighty people to bring me food, I still eat the same vegetables and radishes every day! I'm fed up! You go away, go away!"

As he spoke, he waved his big fat hand.

Murong Fu bowed slightly and said, "I'm not here to bring food to the master, dare to ask the master's name?"

The fat monk touched his head: "What is the Dharma name, I don't remember." Hey, what's this thing on your head?"

Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, what can I have on my head? Reaching out and touching my head, there was nothing.

I saw the fat monk walk up to Murong Fu, stretched out his hand and pulled his hair and said, "What are these messy things on your head?" After speaking, he touched his bare head again, as if wondering why he didn't.