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When the weather in the south has entered the scorching summer, the temperature is still about zero degrees Celsius at night in the depths of the Great Khing'an Mountains in the north. Especially on the top of the mountain covered by a large forest, the night is like cool water, and then the mountain breeze blowing through the forest is really unusual.

After the sun sets, in addition to the nocturnal foraging and all kinds of wild beasts with thick fur are still scurrying around, looking at the past from a distance, it seems that only a few dilapidated bungalows on the "Tiger Head Ridge" still have a little bit of light.

Finally, when it was the middle of the moon, a lantern flower exploded in the oil lamp in the room, and Wang Chan slowly opened his slightly closed eyes at this time, and slowly stood up from the grass futon on the bluestone floor, allowing the joints and bones in every part of the body to crackle one after another, as if fried soybeans in a red pot.

After moving his hands and feet a little, Wang Chan picked up the wick with the lamp stick, making the dim light in the hall brighter, and walked to the front of the shrine to look at the incense burnt before meditating, which burned to the root, and hurriedly picked up three sandalwood sticks more than a foot long from the offering table below, lit the lamp, and respectfully inserted it again.

On the shrine is enshrined is the "Three Realms Demon Emperor", that is, the common people are familiar with the "Guan Sheng Emperor", the Three Kingdoms Romance, the loyalty of Guan Yu Guan Yunchang, here is his temple, Wang Chan is the only temple in this temple.

Because this temple is built at the highest point of Hutouling, located in the northernmost part of the Great Khing'an Mountains, and more than 100 miles away from the nearest village, even if it is now the 21st century, no one will be willing to work hard to pull a wire from the bottom of the mountain to him to use, so since Wang Chan remembered, this temple has been lit by oil lamps.

Kneeling on the ground and kowtowing three times to "Master Guan", Wang Chan slowly began his day's homework. First went around to the back to see if the fire in the stove was extinguished, the temperature in the mountains at night was frighteningly low, although it was not freezing, but it was even colder, if there was no stove to keep warm, even the man who was beaten with iron would not be able to survive.

Inside the two-foot-high coal stove, the dark red coals emitted a warm heat, and a large stoneware clay pot was placed on it, with a small mouth and a big belly. As soon as the lid was lifted, there was a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine, wrapped in a large piece of flesh and bones, and the aroma rushed into the nostrils, which made people feel shocked and energetic. However, Wang Chan took a lot of good nourishing Chinese medicine and boiled a pot of "Flying Dragon Soup" with the "Flying Dragon Bird", a specialty of the Great Xing'an Mountains, and added a pure wild mountain ginseng in the forest, which was simmered on low heat before meditating, and now exactly three hours later, most of the water in the clay pot has evaporated, and the rest is the real essence.

"The old man told me when he was alive that this flying dragon soup is a treasure in the state banquet, and in the past, it was something that only the emperor could drink, and it was the most nourishing. It's a pity that their approach is just a waste of good materials made by ordinary people for the sake of satisfying their stomachs, how can it compare to my Bazhen Flying Dragon Soup made with mountain ginseng, angelica, bear bile, and tiger bones, which greatly replenishes qi and blood, and strengthens muscles and bones. ”

"Flying Dragon" is also called hazel chicken, itself is not much big, but it is a treasure in the mountains, as the saying goes, "dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on the ground" is actually talking about the meat of this flying dragon bird, since ancient times, it has been the white mountain and black water outside the Guanwai directly to the food of the Imperial Palace, the taste is delicious, incomparable. However, after several generations of hunting, the number of wild animals of this thing is extremely small, except for a few that can be seen occasionally in the depths of the mountain forest, it is almost extinct outside the mountain.

Stretched out his hand to test the temperature, Wang Chan took a big hand and carefully took out the thick soup in the crockpot, and did not eat meat, let alone be afraid of being hot, just tilted his neck, swallowed it all, and drank it cleanly. For a while, I only felt that a ball of hot air in my abdomen was swirling and tumbling around, and it was warm, and in a blink of an eye, fine beads of sweat appeared on my forehead, so I took a breath and scooped a scoop of cold water into the crockpot to continue boiling.

And the "cool water" he poured into it afterwards was not ordinary river water, spring water or well water, but the first snow carefully collected by Wang Chan on the red pine trees over 100 years old during the first snow last winter, and melted into "snow water", and there is also a nice name called "red pine water". The function is to clear the heart and moisten the lungs, regulate the five internal organs, and eliminate toxins, which is said to be used by the Quanzhen Taoists who are hidden in the deep mountains in ancient times to make tea with alchemy.

Not compared to the domestic garden ginseng and grass ginseng on the market now, the same year of wild ginseng, the medicinal effect is at least dozens of times stronger, used to boil medicine to make soup, it is impossible to force out all the medicinal power at one time, so although Wang Chan has used a lot of wild ginseng over the years, but it is never wasted, every time it is stewed, it must be eaten three times, and it is drunk for a day.

When the moon rises in the middle of the sky, it is already midnight. Wang Chan slowly cleaned up, tightened his shirt and belt, put a vest full of iron sand on the outside, and lifted a large ebony pole more than two meters long at the entrance of the temple as a latch, and then took out a large handful of golden "ghee" in the shade of the closet and carefully put it into a small clay pot he carried, sealed it and hung it on his waist.

Finally, he took a bunch of pine wood and chopped firewood to make a fire under the cauldron outside the temple, boiled a large pot of cold water, and saw that everything was cleaned up and there would be no problems, so he closed the temple door and jumped out of the courtyard wall.

Wang Chan's Guandi Temple is only afraid that it is already the smallest Guandi Temple in the world, there are only two bungalows with earth and stone structures before and after, and the courtyard covers an area of only 100 square meters. Since he was a child, every evening when the sun goes down, he has to spend his time meditating cross-legged on the ground, half asleep and half awake, sitting and half sleeping, for more than 20 years.

As for what it was like to actually sleep, it was a long time ago for him.

At this time, the sky is dark, and the only bit of light is from the cold moon half-string hanging overhead, which is the time of the day, when the yin energy is the most vigorous, and a yang is born. The cold mountain wind passed through the forest, blowing on the face like a cold water pouring, Wang Chan stepped over the courtyard wall more than one person high, as if he had eyes under his feet, and regardless of the deep night, the mountains and rocks on the road were fetters, but he walked as fast as the wind, and he drilled into the back mountain in one breath, and walked straight out of six or seven miles.

The Great Khing'an Mountains are densely forested, wide and thousands of miles, there are naturally few people in the middle of the night when the three watches are around, but the forest is deep and the grass is abundant, there are many species, and the beasts that come out to forage at night under the cover of darkness are a lot more. Not to mention the large carnivorous beasts such as wild wolves that are in groups and make people talk about it, it is the long insect and poisonous snake that often haunts the grass and trees at that time, which is slippery and cold, and it is enough to make people have to be cautious and step up their vigilance.

Holding a black ebony pole in his hand, Wang Chan kept beating the weeds on both sides of the road with the pole as he walked, and went directly into the wild forest of mahogany that had grown behind the mountain for an unknown number of years.

The old objects in the temple of the ebony pole in his hand are much older than Wang Chan's age, nearly three meters long, one thick and one thin, but the thinnest place is as thick as a duck egg, the whole body is straight and smooth, and I don't know what kind of wood it is.

At this time, when Wang Chan walked at night, it was not the same as his usual normal walking posture, but his two feet never reached his knees, alternating like an old ox plowing the ground, and like a child playing with muddy water, walking like wading through mud, and the posture was indescribably weird and awkward. But just like this, he walked through it, but his feet were heavy up and down, like the wind, walking on the mountain path, not looking at the road, only going forward one trip at a time, in the blink of an eye to walk dozens of steps away, the speed is simply a little terrifying.

And he walked here, while shaking the ebony pole with a weight of three meters to dozens of catties with both hands, twisting one step at a time, twisting and picking, whining, no matter whether there are weeds under his feet in front of him, or rolling down the rocks and branches, he can pick and open it with the same accuracy as if he had eyebrows and eyes, and swept away on both sides of the mountain road, but did not delay the speed of walking at all.

This walk is half an hour, walked for thirty miles, climbed the highest mountain behind the temple, Wang Chan stopped, through the starlight and moonlight, you can vaguely see that there is a big river at the foot of this mountain, which completely divides the undulating Daxing'an Mountains into two halves. On the other side of the river is the Russian "Lao Maozi" city of Iman, which in Wang Chan's "impression" was originally in the Qing Dynasty, it was still Chinese land.

Nowadays, peace is the mainstream, the country needs stability and unity, and harmony is the overriding voice. Therefore, the issue of land ownership in the history of this place has become a real thing of the past, Wang Chan is just a small temple in the temple of Emperor Guan, and even the household registration has not yet fallen, so naturally he is not qualified to ask this question that he has been very troubled by.

After the border demarcation was determined with the former Soviet Union and now Russia, several cities along the Ussuri River and Heilongjiang became border trade ports jointly established by the two sides. But these things have nothing to do with Wang Chan, he just wants to be honest and do his own temple blessings now, and practice the things handed down by the old man.

Wang Chan has no father or mother, he is an orphan snatched from the wolf's mouth when the old temple of the previous Guandi Temple wished Wang Daliangzi to go into the mountains to collect medicine, because Wang Daliangzi believed in Buddhism in his later years, so he was named Wang Chan.

And Wang Chan is just a very ordinary person, if there is any difference between him and others, it is only that he was born in the mountains, grew up in the mountains, and worked hard for more than 20 years to practice "beaten" kung fu.

There is a circle of big trees growing on the top of the mountain, all of them are more than two hundred years old red pine, layer upon layer, the older the tree is the more inside, the innermost one needs more than a dozen people to hold hands to be able to hold it, according to Wang Daliangzi when he was alive, this big red pine tree is the ancestor of all the red pines up and down the Hutou Ridge, more than dare not say, more than two thousand years that is certain.

A vacant lot under this thousand-year-old tree is the "field" where Wang Chan has practiced kung fu for so many years, and on the ground is a layer of stone and a layer of clay, and more than a dozen layers of composite soil have already been stomped on by him over the years.

With a bang, he took off the vest full of iron sand and threw it under the tree, Wang Chan took off his essence and didn't even leave a pair of underwear, anyway, at this time, there would be no one else in the deep mountains and old forests besides him, and this is also a habit he has developed over the years.

Wang Chan is actually not tall, but he looks short, barren and lean, the bones of the whole body are thick and abnormal, and the top of his head is also bare, the oil can be seen, the exposed skin and muscles are like the thousand-year-old pine behind him, all the muscles are showing a posture similar to a radiation explosion all the time, and the muscle fibers are as strong as several steel wires twisted together, and the degree of strength is like the natural texture exuded after pure steel forging.

And this just makes his body, at a glance, not at all like the flesh and blood that normal humans have, it really looks like the kind of "iron man" who has been cast in iron according to human appearance and then carefully polished with fine sand thousands of times.

Wang Chan first took the golden ghee and rubbed it in his palm, slowly and evenly applied it from head to toe, carefully and evenly on every inch of skin on his body, so that no one could slip through. He practiced the real Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Kung Fu, paying attention to "practicing one breath inside, and practicing muscles and bones outside", which is one of the most necessary steps to practice this kind of kung fu by applying ghee medicinal oil all over the body.

Unlike other people who practice hard qigong and external skills, what Wang Chan uses is not the medicinal oil and medicinal wine that invigorates blood and dispels blood stasis in the ordinary sense, and opens the body and cleanses the body, but the secret "Vajra Daigo". According to the old man Wang who adopted him, this secret recipe was obtained from an old lama living Buddha who was widely admired by local herdsmen when he was in Mongolia when he ransacked a famous lama temple.

It is a kind of ghee made with great effort, and its effect is a hundred times more miraculous than any medicinal wine and medicinal oil. Before practicing, smear the whole body with this kind of ghee, in which the medicinal power penetrates the skin, muscles and bones, and can even reach the skin membrane of the viscera, invigorate blood and remove blood stasis, and dredging the meridians is only a small part of the function.

In many Buddhist scriptures of Buddhism, it has been said that there are believers, monks, through the great power to Daigo empowerment, instantly achieved, into the Dharma Protector Vajra example, its body is hard, indestructible when the force is exerted, after the dispersal force, the muscles and bones are like cotton, and the force is infinite, the elephant is thrown in the air, the tiger and leopard are cracked, the legend is caused by the use of this secret Vajra Daigo ghee.

It's just that this thing has a strange origin, and the various formulas used to make it are not lacking in many rare medicinal materials, especially in recent years, human footprints have spread all over the earth, and the wanton waste of resources has led to the extinction and disappearance of many species. As far as the two most common Chinese herbs in this recipe, tiger blood and bear bile, are already things that only exist in legends for the vast majority of people outside the mountains.

Not to mention that the main thing in this Vajradogue, it mainly needs to use mountain ginseng for more than 300 years.

If it weren't for the fact that Wang Chan had grown up in the depths of the Great Xing'an Mountains since he was a child, and he had some skills that ordinary people could not match, but these medicinal materials would definitely be priceless and sky-high when they were put outside, and ordinary people would basically be no different from dreaming if they wanted to get them.

Smeared with ghee on his body, Wang Chan began to rub the palms of his hands vigorously, at first the speed was extremely slow like an old cow breaking a car, and then gradually accelerated, his hands were like lightning telescopic back and forth, until the two palms were red like a red-hot soldering iron, then he suddenly roared, separated his hands, changed his movements, opened and closed his palms, flying up and down, and constantly hitting back and forth towards his body.

At the beginning, you can still see his two palms slapping in turn on different positions on the front of his body, each place is nine palms in a row, crackling, and then the movement gradually accelerates, and in the moonlight, you can only see a dazzling hand shadow connected together, covering every minute of the surface of Wang Chan's body. And Wang Chan's body also changed in height, protruding from front to back, although he still stood still at the foot of the place, a pair of long arms seemed to have no bones, whether it was the top of his head and the soles of his feet, or the back and back of his back, he was beaten one by one.

It was as if dozens of blacksmiths in the blacksmith's furnace were striking iron together, banging and clanging with each other, and they could not tell the number, and they could always be heard for ten miles in the silent night.

After about half an hour's effort, Wang Chan saw beads of sweat on his forehead, which also made his body all shiny and shiny, exuding a strange aroma unique to ghee, which made people lift their noses and smell them, and immediately felt refreshed, as if they had just been empowered.

No matter what kind of ghee, it is solidified into a ball at low temperature, Wang Chan uses this Vajrada ghee to smear the whole body, and then uses the patting kung fu in the thirteen Taibao horizontal exercises, constantly beating and squeezing, which can maximize the effect of improving the absorption of the drugs in the ghee, so that the Vajradhira ghee will evenly penetrate into every corner of the body in the shortest possible time, and over time will make his skin stronger and tougher.

After another time, seeing that the ghee on his body had all melted, Wang Chan suddenly opened his breath, like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, and the two big hands no longer simply slapped the muscles, but turned outward, and practiced a set of boxing, or with palm slaps, or with fists, or with claws, or even head bangs, backs, straddles, knees...... , the figure is dripping and swaying, and the surroundings around the martial arts training ground are changing again and again, and the people who watch them are dazzled.

A set of punches tossed and turned more than a dozen times, and the ghee on his body was gradually absorbed, and then a large amount of water vapor emerged from the pores of his skin, and the white fog seemed to cover his body, Wang Chan let out a long breath and slowly withdrew his hand. Shake off the sweat on the bald head on the top of your head.

After this, he was full of qi and blood, and his limbs and bones had been exercised, and when the time was almost up, today's kung fu was also completed.

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