"In the original book, it is said that the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin are the art of killing the enemy, and the anger is too strong, and you need to comprehend the Dharma before you can be brave and diligent...... No, no, all the martial arts in the world are like this, if Shaolin martial arts has this shortcoming, the martial arts in the world must be incomplete......"

"No, no, or no......"

Shaolin back mountain, in a simple cave, Lin Changsheng sat on the ground, he placed more than a dozen classics beside him, the classics are quite new, but they are the Shaolin seventy-two stunts he copied.

These days, he sneaks into Shaolin every night, steals Shaolin stunts, and watches them during the day. In the first few days, he was cautious and found that it was quite inconvenient, so he went down the mountain to buy pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and copied the stolen classics one by one, and looked at them carefully.

Shaolin's seventy-two stunts are all first-class divine skills, watching such magical skills, Lin Changsheng felt that he had gained a lot, but he was inevitably confused after the harvest.

In the original book, there are many people who also practice a number of Shaolin stunts, Shaolin Xuancheng, Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo, and Gu Mozhi, but these four people are all crazy. And I'm afraid there are a lot of gaps between this concurrent cultivation and practice.

From a modern point of view, there must be conflicts between different martial arts, and the more you practice, the greater the conflict. The anger in the mouth of the sweeping monk is probably this.

Gu Mozhi used Xiao Wuxianggong to urge Shaolin stunts, and there were conflicts in the body, but they were much smaller. The reason why he went mad was also because he forcibly cultivated the Yijin Sutra.

From this point of view, it seems that as long as you have a good internal strength, you can not be afraid of internal conflicts. But not being afraid does not mean that you do not have this conflict in your body. As long as there is, he is a kind of aftermath!

From this, Lin Changsheng thought of his experience over the years, although he did not cultivate all kinds of martial arts, he was more or less proficient. Nine Yin, Descending Dragon, Nine Yang, Peach Blossom Island Martial Arts, etc., so many martial arts are gathered in one, will he himself have this hidden danger?

"Probably not......

He was a little unsure, but compared the Shaolin stunt with the martial arts such as Jiuyin and Jiuyang he obtained, he found that although the Shaolin stunt was beneficial and harmful, it had certain flaws.

Of course, this defect is not to say that martial arts are wrong, but that Shaolin is definitely not fierce or feminine, which is completely different from the yin and yang of Taoism.

And what about himself? In the past, there may have been a problem, but when the newly realized Yin and Yang Gong helped him to combine the Yin and Yang skills in his body, this future trouble would be gone.

Moreover, this so-called anger and conflict is not necessarily a problem of martial arts, but may be a problem of people. As far as the sweeping monk said, you need to have a high level of Buddhism before you can continue to cultivate. From the point of view of time, it is nothing more than asking you to read the Buddhist scriptures and relax. In modern parlance, it is a combination of work and rest. To put it bluntly, you practice too hard and need to take a break to relax and adapt to your body.

As for the Dharma and the like, it's just a feeling.

"I don't want to ...... if I think too much"

Shaking his head, he once again put his mind on the books in front of him, looking at them one by one.

After flipping through a few volumes one after another, he solemnly picked up a book and studied it carefully. Soon, I heard him say to himself: "This golden bell jar is interesting, and it seems to be much more clever than this volume of mixed yuan boy skills......

Everyone understands the golden bell jar, but this is a mixed yuan boy...... Hehe, everyone doesn't know this name, but after this skill, it was changed to a different name, that is, King Kong is not bad.

Speaking of this King Kong is not bad magic skills, it seems that there are more than the golden bell cover cow fork, and the empty god monk in the sky and dragon slaying shines with this skill, although it is fleeting, but it leaves a very deep impression.

But after careful study, Lin Changsheng felt that this skill was a trick.

Mixed Yuan Tongzi Gong is a pure internal strength of learning, after practice, the internal strength is extremely strong, can become a body protection Gangqi, the sword is difficult to hurt. It's just that it's quite difficult to practice this work, and as far as the book says, it takes at least 30 years, and at most 50 years before you can attain Hinayana.

With this time, Jiuyang Divine Skill can be practiced, and what are you doing practicing this bullshit kung fu.

Compared with this skill, the golden bell jar is interesting, this skill is from the outside and inside, starting from beating the body, exercising strength, a little progress, until from the outside to the inside, the internal force is all over the body, people are like King Kong, water and fire do not invade.

If you really want to talk about it, the golden bell jar looks extremely tall, but Lin Changsheng knows that it is almost impossible to practice this skill. From ancient times to the present, no one has ever cultivated except Bodhidharma.

To put it bluntly, this kung fu is also very.

Fortunately, Lin Changsheng didn't want to learn it, but just studied the truth and enhanced his understanding of martial arts, otherwise he would have to cry to death.

He compares these stunts with his own Xuanyin Twelve Styles one by one, looking for similarities, but also looking for differences, understanding the differences, and seeking the possibility of improvement.

He seemed to have completely forgotten that this was the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon, and the whole person was immersed in martial arts.

On this day and night, Lin Changsheng sneaked into Shaolin again, wanting to steal books from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. It's just that for some reason, in the middle of the night today, the Shaolin Temple was brightly lit, and I arrived outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but I saw that there were many monks coming and going.

Lin Changsheng was surprised, carefully leaned his body down, and said secretly: "What's wrong today?" He had the heart to take a look, but he saw that there were too many monks around, and the monks in front of him in robes were obviously high-ranking monks of the Xuanzi generation, if they found out, I am afraid it would not be easy to get out.

After thinking about it for a while, Lin Changsheng didn't have much to do, his body shrank, and he quickly retreated. Until he retreated to a large hall, he didn't want to stay longer, at most he wouldn't steal books tonight, and it wouldn't be a big deal.

Just looking sideways, Lin Changsheng suddenly stopped, his body flashed, and he hid behind a Bodhi tree, and looked at the three big characters on the plaque of the main hall in a daze-Bodhi Temple!

"You're so stupid, how did you forget the most important thing?"

Lin Changsheng scolded secretly, and seeing that there was no one in the hall, he quickly jumped in and went straight to the apse.

"Who?"

"Who?"

As soon as he entered, the hall was filled with shouts. Lin Changsheng was slightly startled, turned around, and soared into the air. In an instant, he saw the situation inside clearly-it turned out that there was a large bronze mirror in this apse, and the bronze mirror was facing the corridor, and as soon as he entered, his figure was printed on the bronze mirror, so that the monks who kept vigil could see it clearly.

He snorted unpleasantly, and his body spun in the air, bumping into ...... Six times in succession, knocking down the six monks in an instant. These six guys are just ordinary monks.

"Everything has a way, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, as it is. A dream is like this......"

Lin Changsheng walked to the bronze mirror, lifted the first "one" on the first line of the poem on the mirror, followed by the word "dream" on the second line, and then lifted the first "such as" on the third line, and then lifted the word "is" on the fourth line. His fingers did not leave the mirror, only the sound of rolling could be heard, and the bronze mirror had slowly turned up.

Lin Changsheng was overjoyed, stretched out his hand to touch it, and was slightly stunned, why not? No, no...... "Yes, it's behind the bronze mirror......" He stretched out his hand to wipe it, and sure enough, there was a package, which was immediately ripped off and put into his arms.

At this time, footsteps sounded outside, and Lin Chang jumped up violently and jumped onto the beam of the house at once. He looked around, groaned slightly, untied his clothes, turned around, reached the side of the window, waved his hand, and his clothes stood upright, and shot out of the roof on the other side.

"The thief ran from above......"

Outside, sure enough, there was a voice, Lin Changsheng smiled in a low voice, opened the window, turned over and slipped out.

Taking advantage of the chaos, he cautiously moved around the temple, and after a while, he came to a small courtyard. After looking at it twice, he stopped in surprise and said, "I don't want to have such a simple courtyard in this Shaolin Temple...... It doesn't seem to be a place where the handymen live. ”

The courtyard in front of him is not big, and the surrounding courtyard walls look no different from other Shaolin buildings, but looking at the houses inside through the gate, it is very different. The surrounding Shaolin buildings are all made of bricks, but here are a few simple thatched houses.

If it's in a remote place, it's fine, such as those who do hard labor, miscellaneous labor, and the like, but here...... If you look around, it's all good housing, and it's not weird that there is such a thatched hut in the middle of nowhere?

"It shouldn't be the place where the sweeping monk lives, who could it be?"