An old monk with a white beard came out to salute everyone, supported by several small novices around him.

The abbot of the Shaolin Temple has no way, please be calm.

Although he is old, this beginning is indeed like a bell, full of confidence, and obviously in an excellent mental state.

In any case, the abbot in front of him can be regarded as the master of martial arts in the rivers and lakes.

Everyone in the hall also gave this face, and they stopped talking.

In an instant, even the sound of a needle falling on the ground in the hall could be clearly distinguished.

The power of Shaolin can be seen.

Dangdang, the monk next to him rang the bronze bell three times, and everyone was shocked.

I'm afraid this legendary character is about to appear.

The abbot also slowly stepped aside.

The first to emerge from the stairway was a half-naked monk.

There is even a vivid colorful tiger tattooed on the naked place.

The monk was slightly darker, about seven feet tall, and his body was made of steel, and all that remained of his bare skin was a scar, almost a terrible scar, except for the tattoos.

When everyone saw him, it was as if a tiger was here.

Only in the eyes of a real foreign master do they know how terrible this person is.

This monk has a straight nose and a square mouth, dignified and upright, if there are no nine conspicuous ring scars on the top of his head, he is more like a high-spirited martial champion.

Since ancient times, China has practiced one breath inside and muscles and bones outside.

The so-called internal practice of one breath, one's breath.

The so-called external training of muscles, bones and skin, training of the flesh and body.

In the human world, there are things that can be seen and things that cannot be seen.

You can see the muscles and bones, the flesh, and the moves used with weapons.

But there are also things that cannot be seen.

This thing that cannot be seen, we call it qi in unison.

Ordinary people open their mouths and breathe.

The boxer swung his fist hard, and what was carried in his hand was qi.

On the street, the strong man who performs the big stone in the chest is also angry.

Qi is something that cannot be seen or touched.

It seems to be everywhere, but it seems to be everywhere.

Some people practice kung fu called hard qigong.

Some people hammer themselves with large wooden sticks.

Often when performing, he beats himself with a wooden stick, and with a click, the wooden stick breaks but is intact.

This is the gathering of energy.

However, often these performers of hard qigong often perform unsatisfactory in actual engagements.

Because during long-term exercise, they can temporarily condense qi into a certain part of the body, thus making that position extremely hard.

However, in the actual battle, there are many changes, and the opponent's attack is often unpredictable, and the qi does not have time to condense, so the so-called hard qigong cannot be

Gather as much as you want to gather at the location you want to gather, so the performers in the streets and alleys are often unable to exert their strong strength in actual combat.

Luck is like the heart, the form and meaning are one, and the body has not arrived and the qi has come first, so that it is the master of the outsider.

If you practice the body but not the qi, the heart is more than enough but the strength is insufficient, the method of horizontal practice can still be achieved quickly, but if you talk about the depth of the skill, the strength is strong and the breath is short, but it is not a long-term way.

Qi is indeed an ethereal thing.

There are people who have experienced a hundred battles, and their bodies are not moving and they are angry first, which is called murderous aura.

Someone stands in front of the court, and his words come out and the law is coming, this is called domineering.

Qi, which cannot be perceived, but exists.

The moment this monk with the tiger tattoo appeared, he was called a man of air pressure.

Almost no one in the hall was overwhelmed by the air.

Although he didn't say a word, almost everyone could guess his identity.

If it weren't for the famous Fuhu, who dared to ask who could have such an aura.

After Fu Hu, what caught his eye was a seat of white clothes.

Behind the white clothes is a black hair, this black hair is shoulder-length, and this heart is a beautiful young man.

It is really beautiful spring plum blossoming snow, the god is like autumn spikes covered with frost, the cheeks are melting, the glow reflects the Chengtang, the eyes are crystalline, and the moon shoots the cold river.

Clean, clear and clear, dressed in white clothes and white shoes, like a fairy in the sky.

If it is said that the Fuhu carries a body of blood, then this dustless belt is a body of immortal energy.

In everyone's heart, the image of Master Wuchen is a respected old monk, and he is indeed such a beautiful teenager at this moment.

But at this moment, although there are many heroes, no one is unconvinced.

Even the whispering sound of Fu Hu's appearance disappeared.

Xin Wuchen's brows frowned slightly, and the three red dots at the center of the eyebrows lined with white skin were even more delicate

There was silence in the hall for an instant, even more so than when the abbot came out before.

It seems that all of this is his supporting role.

It seems that some people are born to be the protagonists.

Xin Wuchen opened his mouth gently, Shaolin's saying is nothing more than Buddha.

Today I will talk to you about the Buddha and the Tao.

Throughout the ages, people can't break the word life and death.

When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering.

Life is bitter, death is bitter, ginseng is bitter, and non-participation is bitter

The Buddha is talking about reincarnation, and reincarnation is bitterness. My Buddha talks about Nirvana, Nirvana can overcome bitterness.

Nirvana, Nirvana, after Nirvana, but you and me.

The Tao is the Tao, the very Tao, life is the Tao, and death is the Tao.

Obedient to adulthood, reverse to immortal, all in yin and yang upside down.

The cycle of heaven and earth, the thought of death and life, the Buddha is the Tao, and the Tao is the Buddha.

There was a deathly silence in the hall.

The face, which was gloomy and terrible.

The prosperity of the Buddha and the chaos of the world, the cultivation of the Buddha and the Tao, all of which are vain.

With a bang, the purple gold Zen staff was inserted into the ground more than three feet.

This sound was even more deafening than the bronze bell before it.

This Wudao gritted his teeth angrily, and roared at Wuchen, someone will take down this rebel for me.

Wuchen still had an expressionless look, looking at Wudao indifferently.

Although there were many Shaolin disciples in the hall, no one moved.

A white-haired old man standing beside Wudao roared as a lion in Hedong, can't you hear the abbot's words.

The punishment of the Elder Lord Shaolin is quite majestic among the disciples, and it is even more than the abbot.

The disciples listened to the order, suppressed the unscrupulous disciples, and there was no dust.

The disciples hurriedly came back to their senses and responded, yes.

Several disciples in the surrounding area directly formed an encirclement of Wuchen.

Only those who are expected to become abbots or elders can be called unspoken.

Dustless, colorless, and phaseless are the three best disciples of the wordless generation, and Wuxiang is the longest, and then there is dustlessness and colorlessness.

In the hearts of Shaolin disciples, they are even more fascinated by the elders.

At this moment, the swords are facing each other, and there is no taste in my heart.

Although the number of people surrounding them increased, no one dared to strike first.