Seeing the kung fu of Murong Bo and the others, Hong Jin deeply felt the inadequacy of his own cultivation, and he couldn't help but have bad thoughts.

In the past three years, Hong Jin has almost explored the topography of Shaolin Temple, and on this day, while the monks were doing morning classes, he slipped to the Bodhi Temple.

As a thief's heart, Hong Jin's heart was pounding, and he saw a huge bronze mirror in the meditation room, which was inlaid with sixteen words: "Everything has a way, such as a dream bubble, such as dew and electricity, as such a view." ”

According to the memory in his mind, Hong Jin lifted each of the four big characters of "A Dream is Like This", and heard a squeaky sound, and the bronze mirror turned upside down.

Hong Jin hurriedly took off a small burden from behind the bronze mirror, put it in his arms, and quickly fled back to the room.

In the next few days, the Shaolin Temple was full of rumors, and the inventory was really strict.

But Hong Jin's actions were extremely fast, and once he succeeded, he hid the Yi Jin Sutra in an extremely secret location, and then immediately came back and accompanied Jueyuan.

When the monks of Shaolin Temple interrogated, Hong Jin Youjueyuan was a witness and easily cleared the suspicion.

When the wind subsided, Hong Jin came to a secluded place with the Yijin Sutra in his hand and began to practice.

As the days passed, Hong Jin became more and more depressed, and he found that his strength not only did not improve by leaps and bounds, but became worse and worse with his practice, and he was in a frustrated mood.

Hong Jin knew that there was a kind of illustrated scripture hidden in this Yijin Sutra, so he soaked the scripture in the water.

A magical scene appeared, and one by one strange practice graphics were presented in front of Hong Jin, and all kinds of movements were simply incredible.

Hong Jin tried to practice it, and found that it was extremely difficult to put on this posture one by one, if it wasn't for his success in practicing Jiuyang, he would definitely not be able to do it.

And after forming a posture, I felt even more indescribably awkward, not to mention the heat flow on my body, and even the originally smooth breath in my body became disordered.

A month passed in a hurry, and Hong Jin tried all kinds of methods, and found that not only did his strength not grow rapidly, but also affected the cultivation of Jiuyang Divine Skill.

Hong Jin finally died, knowing that the internal and external pictures and texts of the Yijin Sutra were not suitable for him now, so he had to collect them for the time being.

Suddenly, a voice came: "What kind of kung fu are you practicing, do you want me to guide you?"

Hong Jin was taken aback, he specially picked such a remote place, but he didn't expect to be discovered, this person can come to his side silently, it is not idle.

Looking at the place where the voice came from, Hong Jin saw a monk, he obviously saw the existence of the monk, but when he looked up, the monk seemed to not exist, which was really strange.

When the monk walked in front of him, Hong Jin saw his face clearly, and felt very strange, because of the age of this person, he couldn't tell the difference, he seemed to be old, but also seemed to be very young, tall, with a black beard.

Hong Jin knew that this black-bearded monk was extraordinary, so he stepped forward, saluted him respectfully, and asked him for guidance.

The monk said with a big grin: "You first attack me with all your strength, let me try your skills." ”

Hong Jinzheng wanted to test his strength, so he slapped it with a palm, but only used fifty percent of his strength.

The monk didn't avoid it, and he was actually ready to take it hard, Hong Jin was startled, and hurriedly withdrew Sancheng's palm power.

After a palm blow, the monk seemed to be powerless, and took Hong Jin's palm completely quietly.

Hong Jin couldn't help but be shocked, with the skill shown by the monk, his strength was definitely above him.

The monk shook his head with a look of disdain: "This palm is fluttering, how can it hurt people? ”

Seeing the confidence on the monk's face, Hong Jin couldn't help but secretly disagree, increased the amount of strength, and exerted eighty percent of his strength.

This palm, virtual and real, if it is broken and connected, it really uses the mystery of Jiuyang Divine Skill.

Although Hong Jin is only a beginner, he has the atmosphere of a master when he uses this palm.

The monk shouted, "At your age, although I worked hard, my strength was not as good as yours. ”

In the light of lightning, Hong Jin's Jiuyang Divine Skill hit the monk's body, and his strength was spitting out, and he was strong and strong.

The smile on the monk's face did not decrease, and Hong Jin only felt that his palm seemed to hit the void, without any force.

Hong Jin was surprised, even Yuan Zhen and Murong Bo and the others couldn't take him so easily, who was this black-bearded monk in front of him?

Looking at the smile on the monk's face, Hong Jin couldn't help but grit his teeth, jumped up again, and slapped the monk hard.

This palm Hongjin exerted all his strength, treating the black-bearded monk as an enemy of life and death, and his strength was spitting out, and it was almost endless.

The smile on the black-bearded monk's face disappeared, he didn't expect that Hong Jin's strength would actually reach such a point.

Hong Jin slammed his palm into the chest of the black-bearded monk, only to feel that the skin on his body shrank slightly, and all the strength disappeared immediately.

If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that the stamina is insufficient, and even the wrist may be broken, but Hong Jin is not in a hurry, and Jiuyang strength rushed over after him.

Then he felt that there was an extremely powerful anti-shock force coming from the black-bearded monk's body, and Hong Jin's body couldn't help but take seven or eight steps back.

Hong Jingang wanted to stabilize his body, and the second strength came, and he retreated three times in a row before he stood still, but he was already several feet away from the monk.

The black-bearded monk's body couldn't help shaking, and his face was full of shock.

Sou!

Hong Jin didn't see it clearly at all, but he saw a figure flashing in front of him, and the black-bearded monk had already arrived in front of him, and asked with envy: "What kind of kung fu are you, can you teach it to me?"

Looking at the magical kung fu displayed by the black-bearded monk, it must be in the Shaolin Temple, he is a figure with great status, Hong Jin didn't expect that he would say such a thing, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

Hong Jin shook his head, Jiuyang Divine Skill is a treasure, he naturally can't teach it to others at will.

The black-bearded monk looked disappointed, and he suddenly fell to the ground, then stuck his head out from under his crotch and grabbed his two feet in an extremely strange posture.

Hong Jin looked at the movements of the black-bearded monk, which was exactly the Yijin Sutra he had just practiced, not only the movements, but also the expressions were extremely similar.

"Hey, didn't you just say that you want to instruct me in martial arts, why do you want to learn my martial arts?" Seeing the depressed appearance of the black-bearded monk, Hong Jin quickly diverted the topic.

The black-bearded monk was stunned, and immediately put on the shelf of the senior monk and began to answer Hong Jin's doubts.

Most of the questions asked by Hong Jin are related to Jiuyang Divine Skill, and they are all incomparably mysterious truths.

The black-bearded monk's martial arts knowledge is extraordinary, and seeing his casual guidance can often make Hong Jinmao pause.

The more the two of them talked, the happier they became, and they both felt that they had picked up a big bargain, and their hearts were like drinking alcohol.

In this way, Hong Jin gradually told the truth in the Jiuyang Divine Skill to the Black Whisker Daoist, sometimes mixed with the martial arts on the pictures and texts of the Yijin Sutra.

The more the black-bearded monk listened, the more strange he became: "Hong Jin, do you have two divine skills in your body?"

Hong Jin nodded, the black-bearded monk's eyesight was so good, he naturally couldn't hide it.

The black-bearded monk sighed: "The two kung fu you have are both Buddhist magic skills, and they are extremely profound, even I have never heard of them. However, according to the inference of these two kinds of kung fu, it is impossible to practice at the same time, and you have to give up one. ”

Hong Jin had come to such a conclusion a long time ago, and now when he heard the black-bearded monk say the same, he couldn't help but completely die.

The black-bearded monk said with great interest: "Since you can't practice these two kinds of Buddhist magic skills at the same time, then divide one for me and let me try the power of this kung fu, okay?"

Hong Jin frowned, and shook his head very resolutely, he couldn't give the Jiuyang Divine Skill to the black-bearded monk, and the Yijin Jing couldn't see the light.

The black-bearded monk even blackened his face this time, but he was a Buddhist monk in the end, and he couldn't use coercion.

Hong Jin has been out for a long time, and he is afraid that Master Jueyuan will miss it, so he said goodbye to the black-bearded monk.

The black-bearded monk reluctantly said: "Today's encounter with you suddenly made me understand a lot of great truths in martial arts, if you have free time in the future, you can come to Motang at any time to find me." ”

Hong Jin was stunned, Dharma Hall is not a place where any monk can go, it is the holy place of Shaolin Temple, and even many high-ranking monks of the Xuanzi generation have no chance to live.

Thinking of this, Hong Jin said with a wry smile: "I really want to find you in the Dharma Hall, but with my identity, how can I enter the Dharma Hall?"

The black-bearded monk threw a black wooden plaque to Hong Jin: "Take this, no one in my Baodama Hall dares to stop you." ”

Hong Jin took the wooden card, put it in his arms very casually, and then walked away.

After a few days, Hong Jin had difficulties in his cultivation, so he wanted to go to the black-bearded monk to ask for clarification.

As soon as I walked to the Dharma Hall, I heard a broken shout: "Who dares to trespass on the Dharma Hall?"

Hong Jin couldn't help frowning, it was really unfortunate, but he didn't expect to run into Chen Youliang again.

Chen Youliang led four monks and was routinely patrolling outside the Dharma Hall, only to see him holding a Shaolin stick with a majestic face.

Hong Jin took a step forward suddenly, the breath in his body flowed, his demeanor was majestic, and his momentum was quite compelling.

Chen Youliang has always been highly respected in front of all the young monks, and he is really the leading figure among the younger generation of monks, and his power is not small.

But since he saw Hong Jin Dou Yuanzhen, he had an absolute fear of Hong Jin's strength.

Seeing Hong Jin striding over, looking like he wanted to do something, Rao is Chen Youliang is usually calm, and he couldn't help but lose his eyes on the ground.

"Good boy, in front of the Shaolin monks, do you still dare to be powerful?" The two young monks rushed towards Hong Jin while shouting loudly.

These two people saw that Hong Jin could be bullied, and wanted to arrest him in front of Chen Youliang and please Chen Youliang.

The other two monks, who were obviously half a step sluggish in reacting, couldn't help but sigh, feeling deeply that they had missed a good opportunity.

Before they could react, they saw that the two monks who had taken the lead had already been thrown by Hong Jin.

Seeing Hong Jin do it seriously, Chen Youliang couldn't help but shout loudly, and soon gathered more than ten patrol monks.

"Hong Jin, not only did you trespass on the Dharma Hall, but also dared to beat the patrol monk, what crime should you be guilty of?" Seeing the large number of people, Chen Youliang couldn't help but pluck up his courage and said with a loud shout.

Hong Jin snorted coldly and said proudly: "Who said that I trespassed on the Dharma Hall? As for these two patrol monks, if they hurt people without asking clearly, should I let them be beaten?"

Chen Youliang said compassionately: "Hong Jin, if you don't give me a dignified reason today, I will go to the Discipline Academy with you to reason?"

Hong Jin took out an object from his arms, and then raised it high: "Chen Youliang, you can see clearly, what is this?"

Chen Youliang saw a flower in front of him, his body shook, and he almost didn't fall on the spot, and exclaimed repeatedly: "This is impossible? How can you have a Dharma order on you?"

A monk took the Dharma order, examined it carefully, respectfully handed it back to Hong Jin, and saluted him.

Seeing the monk's expression, all the patrolling monks bent down to salute together, even Chen Youliang was no exception.

Hong Jin put the Dharma Order into his arms, nodded at the monks, and strode towards the Dharma Hall.

There was not the slightest look of arrogance on Hong Jin's face, because Bodhidharma Ling was originally the thing of the black-bearded monk, and he was not a frivolous person, so he didn't have to show off because of this.