Two days have passed since the Scripture Pavilion caught fire.

However, the impact of this incident is far from over, and the accumulation of hundreds of years in the Shaolin Temple has been wiped out overnight! This has caused great panic in the whole temple, and in the past two days, the monks in the temple have been discussing this disaster everywhere, speculating about the coping methods of the first elders of each courtyard.

"Senior brother, there are many rumors in the temple today, the burning of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the fault of the abbot's uncle's lax supervision, and the abbot's uncle is angry with the disciples, and he wants to take the blame and resign, and pass the position of head to the senior brother, what does the senior brother think of this matter?" The middle-aged monk lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully to the figure sitting on the futon.

"Senior Brother Tianyun, be cautious" Zen Master Tianming's eyes opened suddenly, his eyes flashed, and he looked at the middle-aged monk sternly, and the Buddha's light was awe-inspiring. When the elders act, they should not speak in vain.

"Yes, senior brother" Zen Master Tianyun raised his head slightly, and after seeing the light in Zen Master Tianming's eyes, his whole body trembled, and he hurriedly bent down.

"Senior brother, has that kid woken up?" Zen Master Tianming's tone changed suddenly, and his voice asked calmly, completely judging from his previous performance, which made people wonder how such two extreme personalities could appear in two people.

"The disciple who took care of it said that the child's pulse was much stronger today than yesterday, and he thought it was time to wake up."

Hearing this, Zen Master Tianming smiled slightly, nodded, and said: "In the future, you can put more thought into this child, he is talented and intelligent, and his roots are wonderful, and then look at his performance, it is enough to be called brave and strategic, advance and retreat, this child has unlimited prospects in the future, and is a good seedling."

"Yes"

"Regarding the matter of the Scripture Pavilion, junior brother, remember not to mention it again in the future. In addition, you go and record all the Buddhist scriptures and martial arts that have been memorized by disciples above the age of no words, and hand them over to the abbot and uncle" Tianming Zen Master arranged in an orderly manner: "Shaolin has passed this great disaster, and I don't know how many Buddhist classics are left, Amitabha."

"Amitabha, senior brother, I'll go first"

"Hmm"

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"My head hurts" "Ah" Why don't you wake up drunk and wake up with your eyes, feel a headache, and just about to reach out and knead it, but you find that your whole body is sore, and your arm can't use any strength at all, and it hurts like pins and needles all over your body.

"Amitabha" A strong Buddha horn sounded, followed by a simple voice: "Brother Wukong, you have finally woken up"

Why don't you get drunk and listen to the words, turn your head to look, and see that the little monk Jueyuan is lying on another bed less than three feet away from him, looking at himself with excitement on his face.

"Oh, Senior Brother Jueyuan," He replied casually.

Suddenly, why not get drunk as if he remembered something, and reached out to touch his chest.

"Whew, fortunately, it's still there" As for the physical pain, compared to those books, he has long been out of his mind.

Naturally, the things that he was so concerned about were the four volumes of the "Sutra of the Flails"! This was the foundation of his future rise, and he naturally cared about it incomparably.

"Senior brother, what are you talking about?" next to him, Jueyuan asked curiously.

"Hehe, of course it's the "Flail Sutra" Why don't you get drunk and don't guard against Jueyuan, this little monk practiced Jiuyang Shengong as aerobics, and told him that he didn't know what was going on.

"Oh, it turned out to be this scripture" Sure enough, Jueyuan showed a look of indifference.

"Why Senior Brother, have you already read this scripture?" Why don't you get drunk When he heard this, he suddenly became interested, and he looked at Jueyuan and asked excitedly.

I'm worried that I don't know how to cultivate this scripture, wouldn't it be best to let this kid explain it to himself.

"Oh, I've been reading it a lot lately, there is a kung fu for practicing qi in this book, and after I practiced, I felt that my whole body was very comfortable, so I often looked at it and practiced" Jueyuan still looked unconcerned.

Hearing this, why don't you get drunk and feel that you are about to explode with excitement, this kid is really powerful! I have to think of a reason for him to teach himself cultivation without doubt.

"Senior brother, I see that your body is so thin and weak, it is best to practice this kung fu, I have practiced for a few months and feel that I am as strong as a cow now" Don't wait for why not get drunk and speak, Jueyuan suddenly said.

Why don't you get drunk and get excited at what time it is, this kid is really on the road, and without waiting for himself to think of an excuse, he actually sent it to the door by himself.

"Wow, Senior Brother Jueyuan, the younger brother also feels that his body is too thin and weak, and he is worried that there is no way to strengthen his body, Senior Brother, you can explain to me how to practice this Qi Kung Fu" At the moment, why not get drunk and ignore the fatigue of the body, and try his best to take out the "Flail Sutra" from his arms and hand it to Jueyuan.

Jueyuan is an honest and good boy, and as soon as he took the scriptures, he diligently explained why he didn't get drunk.

In the blink of an eye, a morning passed, Jueyuan had taught all the cultivation methods and key points of Jiuyang Shengong to He Budrunk, and returned the scriptures to He Budrunk, He Budrunk asked him if he wanted to keep this scripture, Jueyuan said: "I already know the meaning of the scriptures in this book, and it is useless to ask for it, but it is a beginner, you can still look at the places where you can't remember."

Why don't you get drunk and hear this, and immediately burst into tears, "Jueyuan, this guy, what a good person"

Noon has arrived, why not get drunk and look at the weather outside, but there is no rush to practice the Jiuyang Sutra, and there will be Shaolin disciples to deliver food to the two of them soon, I am afraid that there will be trouble in practicing now, and it will not be good to be seen by someone with a heart.

Sure enough, the two chatted for a while, only to hear a soft squeak on the door, and a middle-aged monk pushed the door and walked in.

The monk smiled kindly and carried a food box in his hand.

"Uncle Tianyun, the disciple is polite" Next to him, Jueyuan saw this middle-aged monk, and immediately shouted in fear.

Why don't you get drunk and look at Jueyuan next to him with a panicked face, and don't understand why Jueyuan is so afraid of this kind-hearted middle-aged monk. Why don't you get drunk and enter the Shaolin Mountain Gate, naturally you won't know that the middle-aged monk in front of you is the head of the Discipline Academy where the Shaolin disciples heard the change, and the head of the punishment.

"Uncle Tianyun is good" Why don't you say hello lazily, this is not his intention, he is seriously injured, his physical strength is too exhausted, and he is weak to speak, and it sounds like a lazy taste.

"Well, lie down quickly, you don't have to be polite," Zen Master Tianyun smiled.

Reaching out and taking out all the vegetables in the food box, Zen Master Tianyun sat at the head of the bed, checked the pulse of He Budrunk, reached into his arms, took out a small gray porcelain bottle, poured out a pill the size of a dragon's eye, handed it to He Budrunk, and said: "Your body is too damaged, I'm afraid you will leave some dark diseases." Here's a pill, take it, and in three to five days you will be able to get rid of all the evil."

Why don't you get drunk and reach out and take the pill and put it in your mouth, but when he turned his head, he saw Jueyuan on the side looking at him expectantly, and he couldn't help but say, "Senior Uncle Tianyun, do you still have this medicine, Senior Brother Jueyuan is also seriously injured, don't you give him some?"

When Tianyun heard this, his face suddenly changed, he looked at Jueyuan and said: "Jueyuan has internal strength, he has not hurt his own foundation, and he doesn't need this medicine."

Hearing this, why not get drunk before nodding, tilted his head and stuffed the pill into his mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp. In his previous life, he was afraid of the bitterness of the medicine, so he swallowed the medicine like a date, but in this life he still brought this habit with him.

"I'll teach you a trick, in the next three days, three hours a day and practice diligently, you will definitely benefit a lot, remember, don't be lazy" Tianyun said with a serious face.

"Yes, Uncle Tianyun"

After passing on the mantra and cultivation method, seeing that He Bu was drunk and looked serious about cultivation, Tianyun turned around and left.

As soon as Tianyun left, why not get drunk and immediately give up the cultivation of the door formula, and instead practice the Jiuyang Sutra, he is not a fool, just Tianyun's various performances, he has already analyzed it clearly, this medicine is definitely not simple, in his heart, there is no internal strength comparable to the Jiuyang Sutra, so he did not hesitate at all, and immediately gave up the exercises on the side of the road taught by Tianyun, and specialized in the Jiuyang Sutra.

Open the first volume of the Jiuyang Sutra, why not get drunk and solemn, sit solemnly on the bed, and begin to induce the qi machine step by step according to the mental method. In less than a quarter of an hour, why not get drunk and feel a slightly hot feeling began to beat in the dantian, why not be drunk with a joy in his heart, thinking that this is the true qi, he did not dare to slack off, guiding the air flow, towards the meridians outside the dantian, in this process, he felt bursts of hot air surging, escaping from all over the body, pouring into the meridians, joining the circulating team.

Gradually, the thin thread that had been as thick as a hair turned into a finger, and a trickling stream transformed into a narrow river, and the burning sensation hit his whole body, and he felt that his whole body began to sweat profusely, and hot air bubbled out!

(The book is a bit slow, so I hope you can read it patiently.) In addition, 10,000 words have been written.,I want to ask for a recommendation and collection.,I hope that with your support.,Little brother thank you)