Three monks, one veteran Tao is unexpected. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 "Oh, why is that?"

Yang Zixu straightened his waist, looked at the people present, and then said: "The juniors are a little open-mouthed when they say this, and I hope that the seniors will not laugh at the juniors." He stretched out his hand and motioned for him to continue.

Yang Zixu calmed down, and Lang Lang said: "The younger generation thinks that 'martial arts' are divided into three levels, inferior martial arts, medium martial arts, and superior martial arts. If you want to become a martial artist, you must be knowledgeable and proficient. If you want to become a martial artist, you must learn less and specialize. Now my grandfather has taught me more than a dozen boxing and swordsmanship, and the younger generation doesn't want to learn other tricks. ”

When the four of them heard this, they couldn't help but nod their heads in praise. He nodded and said, "Hey, it's rare for you to have such insight at your age." Then it seems that you have to be a person of martial arts. ”

"No, I'm going to be a martial artist. Yang Zixu shook his head and said firmly.

"What about the martial arts people?" the two divine monks asked in unison.

Yang Zixu paced back and forth, and several people looked at him, expecting his answer in their eyes. He walked back and forth a few times, then froze and said, "Throughout the ages, there have been many builders, none other than Luban. There are many tea drinkers, none other than Lu Yu. There are many diviners, none other than Fuxi. ”

Speaking of this, Yang Zixu walked beside Zhang Zhenren and continued: "The so-called martial arts people should be self-created martial arts and establish a school. Such as Bodhidharma, the example of Zhang Zhenren. ”

Zhang Zhenren laughed, and said to him: Fuck, Zixu, you are too high to hold up your grandfather, my old face is very ashamed. Yang Zixu rolled his eyes and smiled bitterly, it seems that grandpa's mantra can't be changed.

Yang Zixu's words made the two monks dumbfounded and speechless. Smelling this, the air looked at each other and smiled bitterly. He sighed: "Hey, I think I have been practicing martial arts for nearly a hundred years, and my knowledge is like a frog at the bottom of a well compared to this young man." I really only know how to practice martial arts, but I don't know how to learn. ”

A group of people walked and talked, and sent Zhang Zhenren to the gate of Shaolin Mountain.

Zhang Zhenren stroked Fu Zixu's bald scoop and said secretly: This child, if he can survive the love tribulation, he will definitely have a bright future. "Okay, grandpa is really leaving. If you don't leave, you'll hold your grandfather to the sky. ”

"Well, grandpa remember to take care of yourself. Seeing that he was about to separate again, Yang Zixu tried his best to suppress the turbulent emotions in his heart.

"Two monks, don't say goodbye. Zhang Zhenren bowed his hand and said.

The two monks said, "Amitabha." The voice fell, and Zhang Zhenren disappeared.

Yang Zixu couldn't help but sigh that he was parting in this life, he only had a grandfather who could talk, and now he was not around, hey. After a long time, he turned to the Void God Monk and said, "Senior Uncle Ancestor, when will I be able to practice the Sun Worship Divine Skill?"

The empty monk said: "Yuan Xuan, after Yuan Zhen, the presiding officer of the Discipline Academy, has trained you the precepts of Shaolin Temple, tomorrow the old man will personally pass on your sun worship skills." ”

"Uncle Xie, I'm in the temple. With that, Yang Zixu walked into the Shaolin Temple.

Wen looked at the back of Yang Zixu and said: "This son will be a big weapon in the future, but I am afraid that my Shaolin Temple will not be able to control this dragon." ”

He replied thoughtfully: "Well, that's why Lao Gu wants to pass on his sun worship skills, and he is so favored by our temple." Within a hundred years, if there is a catastrophe in my Shaolin, he will definitely be able to help me escape in Shaolin. After hearing this, he nodded secretly.

The next day, Yang Zixu came to the abbot's room early in the morning, and after standing at the door for a while, he heard a deep voice coming from inside: "Come in." ”

Yang Zixu listened, gently pushed open the door of the meditation room, and walked in. As soon as he entered, Yang Zixu was attracted by the word opposite, and saw the word "Zen" hanging on the opposite wall, which was full of strength. It is similar to the word "Dao" in Zhang Zhenren's room. (Yang Zixu has never seen the word 'Dao', Zhang Zhenren knows that Yang Zixu has no intention of learning swords, so he did not pass on his Tai Chi swordsmanship.) Yang Zixu looked at the word and was stupid.

I don't know how long, Yang Zixu slowly retracted his gaze, and then looked at the words, the two monks sat on the futon, and had been waiting for him quietly, he scratched his head embarrassedly, and said: "Uncle Shi, the disciple is fascinated by reading the words, and he mistook your teachings, it's really a sin, a sin." ”

He waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay." You have been looking at the word 'Zen' for an hour, what do you see from this word?"

"The disciples are afraid that if they talk falsely, they will cause karmic disasters. ”

Hollow Dao, although this Yang Zixu has only been in and out of Buddhism for one day, he still understands a lot, could it be that this son has read Buddhist scriptures before? How does he know that before Yang Zixu crossed over, although he did not believe in Buddhism, he had indeed read more than a dozen scriptures. "Amitabha, the Buddha has never seen the world, but it doesn't hurt to speak. He said.

Yang Zixu said in his heart: I don't see the world? Then everyone should be a bad person, anyway, the Buddha can't see it. There will be gods in the first place, and the Buddha will not see the world, contradicting himself. Thinking of this, he gave a Buddhist salute, lowered his head and said: "This Zen word, a total of twelve paintings, the disciple has realized twelve sword techniques." ”

The face of the two divine monks changed, and when he heard it, he got up, handed the two brooms to Yang Zixu, and said, "Come, you dance and show me." ”

Yang Zixu turned a broom, and looked at the word 'Zen' carefully, and this time it was half an hour smaller. Finally, he retracted his gaze and danced with a broom in his hand, although he didn't have the strength at the moment, but he didn't ask too much of a question when he played a few knife moves, and these twelve knife moves danced out like flowing water.

After the dance, Yang Zixu carried a broom, looked at the word, and was still silent.

After a while, a smile appeared on his face. "I see, I see. There are more than 12 strokes in this knife technique. As he spoke, he danced the broom again, which seemed to be similar to the twelve moves just now, but it felt very different.

After that, Yang Zixu danced the twenty-four knife moves coherently, and then gasped and laughed.

Hearing that, the two monks were already frightened, and their teeth were about to fall out. The two of them knew that the word 'Zen' was the knife method "Nirvana Knife Method" created by the patriarch of Qingzhong in the Southern Song Dynasty. Behind this word is written: Nirvana Sword Method, Twenty-four Styles, who can understand it?

Since the Southern Song Dynasty Qingzhong Patriarch sat down to the present, there are countless monks in this temple who have come in to comprehend, but at most they have realized the twelve styles, and the twelve styles behind have not been able to realize half a point since ancient times. Unexpectedly, in less than half a day, Yang Zixu understood the twenty-four Nirvana sword technique. Could it be that this Yang Zixu is the reincarnation of the Qingzhong Patriarch?

The two monks were already stunned, and after a while, they came back to their senses and said, "Yuan Xuan, how did you realize the last twelve forms?"

Yang Zixu put down the broom, took a few breaths, and said: "Uncle Shi, after I practiced the twelve styles, I looked at the word 'Zen' again, and suddenly found that this Zen word seemed to have been written twice, and this second time seemed to be written backwards, so I realized this knife technique upside down, and sure enough, this is also a twelve-style exquisite knife technique." ”

A word woke up the person in the dream, empty, smelled back and looked at the word carefully, carefully looked at it for a long time, and sure enough, found that there were traces of a second writing, and it was really written backwards again, but if you don't look carefully, you really can't see it.

The two monks, thinking back to the twelve strokes that Yang Zixu danced just now, couldn't help but cry, thinking that he had been puzzled for several years, and today he was wiped out in a word, he was really confused, confused, why didn't he think about realizing these twelve moves upside down?