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- Chapter 309 Ahan
"Mr. Xiao" Su Qingqing called softly.
Xiao Yuesheng turned his head, glanced at her, shook his head, smiled, and said there was no need to worry.
Master Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Sure enough, he is a famous teacher and a great disciple."
"She knows some tricks, but if she comes out and makes herself look embarrassing, don't make me laugh." Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand.
"Mr. Xiao is too modest." Master Fang Zheng shook his head and smiled.
Jiang Nanyun's figure is like a willow catkin, standing out from the crowd. He swings the long stick in his hand with agility and no sluggishness at all.
The Eighteen Arhats walked swiftly, shifting shapes and positions, like gears, turning slowly, capable of crushing all obstacles.
Jiangnan Yun stick method turns skill into clumsiness and simply lifts it away. Siping style, sword-crossing style, horseback riding style, mountain splitting style, phoenix wings spread style, hidden dragon style, and whirlwind sword-crossing style are all basic stick styles.
She walks lightly, as if walking on water, and her long stick dances and rotates around her body, just like the stick technique of the Monkey King in mythology.
This is what Xiao Yuesheng saw when he read Journey to the West in modern times. Later, when he created the stick method, he had an idea and really incorporated this stick method into it.
The stick technique at this time is not only fancy, but also more subtle. The long stick is swung around, covering the body in all directions, making a whirring sound, like an invisible cover.
When the Eighteen Arhat's long stick attacked, it was immediately swung away by the high-speed rotating long stick, but the long stick was not disturbed at all and continued to spin sharply.
Jiang Nanyun¡¯s feet moved upwards slowly. The Eighteen Arhats were unable to break for a moment. They could only surround her and attack her non-stop, trying to tire her out.
Although this method is not bright, but when it comes to the reputation of the Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Formation, there is no room for mercy, as long as it does not harm her life. This is the thought in the minds of the Eighteen Arhats.
Jiang Nanyun's feet moved slowly but non-stop, and his footwork was exquisite. For a moment, there was no flaw, so they could only follow.
Xiao Yuesheng was stroking his beard on the hillside and smiling. Master Fang Zheng looked solemn. Song Mengjun and the four girls were surprised and stared attentively.
Jiang Nanyun walked faster and faster, and seemed to gradually figure out the key to the Eighteen Arhat Formation. The Eighteen Arhats waved their long sticks more and more urgently, but they could not stop her progress. They could only passively follow her to prevent her from escaping the formation. .
Within a cup of tea, they arrived on the hillside.
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, turned around and said with a smile: "This Nanyun is really a headache. Master Fang Zheng, just treat it as a child's nonsense!"
Master Fang Zheng smiled bitterly, with a bitter look on his face. He sighed slowly and stared at Jiang Nanyun in the field with a solemn expression.
He has already seen that Jiang Nanyun still has some strength left, and the Eighteen Arhat Formation cannot trap her at all. This is a disaster rather than a blessing for Shaolin.
The Eighteen Arhats are like the eighteen hands of one person. They attack closely and orderly without any disorder. They are in different directions and have no place to hide.
"But Jiangnan Yun's body skills are mysterious and his stick skills are unique. Facing the crazy attack of eighteen people, he can handle it with ease, as light as a swallow, and his movements are indescribably graceful.
"Stop!" Master Fang Zheng sighed loudly. His voice was like the sound of ocean waves, slowly pushing out and drowning the monks in front of him.
Hearing this, the Eighteen Arhats took a step back and made the circle larger, still encircling Jiangnan Yun, but out of the attack range of the long stick.
Master Fang Zheng shook his head and waved his big hand gently: "Let Miss Jiang go."
The Eighteen Arhat stared at Jiang Nanyun closely, glaring at her fiercely, gritting his teeth, and his eyes were murderous and cold.
"These Eighteen Arhats, meeting such a master for the first time, were helpless, and in front of outsiders, which was really a shame for the Eighteen Arhats. There was a fire burning in their chests, they were ashamed and angry, and they wanted to dig a hole and get in.
Jiang Nanyun's body swayed and appeared in front of Xiao Yuesheng. With a sweet smile, he said: "Greetings to Master, Master, when did you come?"
Xiao Yuesheng glanced sideways at her and sneered: "Just arrived! Gang Leader Jiang, you are showing off your power, you are so majestic!"
"Master" Jiang Nanyun's eyes were crooked, his eyebrows were lowered, and he looked at Xiao Yuesheng timidly like a little daughter.
"I'll deal with you later!" Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand, snorted angrily, and turned to look at Ren Yingying, who was curling up.
Ren Yingying slowly approached, wearing a black gauze covering her face, the breeze blew, fluttering her black gauze, her snow-white jade face was looming, and she was graceful.
"Great monk, you win!" She walked up to Master Fang Zheng and said coldly, her eyes were as bright as water, and she didn't look sideways, as if she had never seen Xiao Yuesheng here.
Master Fang Zheng clasped his palms together and slowly moved the beads: "Miss Ren, you are too persistent. It is because of the deep karmic obstacles!"
 "Master Ren, what you said is ridiculous, I just don't believe it." Ren Yingying shook her head and said coldly.
"Amitabha" Master Fang Zheng proclaimed the Buddha's name, shook his head and sighed, with a compassionate expression and soft eyes.
"Mr. Xiao, you're here!" Master Fang Sheng slowly came closer and titheed Xiao Yuesheng, feeling a little embarrassed.
The monks in the Shaolin Temple could not help his disciples. Although he was an eminent monk, he could not help but feel embarrassed.
"Master Fang Sheng, my apprentice is naughty and offended." Xiao Yuesheng returned the gift and said apologetically.
Master Fang Sheng hurriedly waved his hands and shook his head: "My disciple's martial arts are extremely high, and I admire him very much."
The two exchanged pleasantries, and Ren Yingying turned around and left, heading towards the small courtyard where she was originally imprisoned, with several monks following closely behind her.
Xiao Yuesheng looked at her back and let out a long sigh.
Master Fang Zheng and Master Fang Sheng looked at each other. Although they were monks, they were not unsophisticated. They had already seen that the relationship between Xiao Yuesheng and Ren Yingying was unusual. It was indeed groundless and not false.
They felt a little heavy in their hearts. When they took a look at the monks around them, none of them was Jiang Nanyun's opponent, let alone Xiao Yihan.
"Go and see Miss Ren. Stop messing around!" Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand to Jiang Nanyun.
Jiang Nanyun immediately raised his head and responded happily. He appeared more than ten feet away in a flash and caught up with Ren Yingying in the blink of an eye.
Master Fang Zheng and the other monks were horrified. Fortunately, Master Fang Sheng was quick-witted and responsive enough to control Ren Yingying in time. Otherwise, Jiang Nanyun might have broken out of Shaolin with his light skills.
Xiao Yuesheng apologized a few more times, and everyone returned to the Shaolin Temple.
In the abbot¡¯s Zen room, Xiao Yuesheng sat cross-legged on a square stool, holding a tea cup in his hand, with a leisurely look on his face, concentrating on drinking tea.
The tea in Shaolin is extremely valuable. It is a gift from a noble person. Ordinary people have never heard of it, and it is even harder to taste it.
Although monks pay attention to not being stuck in things, Master Fang Zheng also likes to drink tea. Carefully appreciating the fragrance of tea can make his mind more peaceful.
"Master, I have quite a relationship with Miss Ren. I came to visit to ask for mercy." Xiao Yuesheng took a sip of tea and said with a smile.
Master Fang Zheng laughed and just drank tea without speaking.
Seeing this, Xiao Yuesheng stopped talking about the matter and said, "I once had a little friend named Juekong who came to worship in Shaolin. I wonder where he is?"
"Juekong?" Master Fang Zheng was startled, then raised his head and said, "Isn't it the Juekong that Master Yue caused trouble?"
Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "Exactly, this man has a chivalrous heart and excellent qualifications, which is rare in his life. He will definitely have a bright future in the future."
"Juekong has entered the Arhat Hall and is in retreat." Master Fangzheng said, stroking his beard and smiling: "Juekong has extraordinary qualifications and pure mind. He is indeed a person of my Buddha."
¡°It¡¯s a joy to congratulate Shaolin for having such a great disciple.¡± Xiao Yuesheng chuckled.
Master Fang Zheng put down the tea cup, stirred the Buddha beads, smiled slightly and said: "This is the vastness of Buddhism, introducing Juekong into my Shaolin Temple."
Xiao Yuesheng nodded, smiled, and said nothing.
After a long while, Xiao Yuesheng drank a cup of tea, put it down, and said leisurely: "Master, I want to meet little master Juekong, is it possible?"
Master Fang Zheng nodded: "Since Mr. Xiao wants to see him, I will call him out of prison."
Although the two of them talked in a friendly manner, there was always a gap. It was obvious that Jiang Nanyun's actions had angered Master Fang Zheng.
Being able to make this virtuous eminent monk angry, Xiao Yuesheng smiled secretly, as his apprentice was really capable of getting into trouble.
The vegetarian food in Shaolin Temple was just mediocre. He Xueqing and Xiaohe were hundreds of times better than them. Xiao Yuesheng only took two bites and then put down his chopsticks.
He excused himself and came to the small courtyard where Ren Yingying was.
The eighteen Arhats stood upright, like green pine trees, motionless, letting the night wind blow by, cutting their faces like knives.
They are at the peak of their bodies, and both internal and external skills are in the room. The cold air cannot invade the body. Instead, they use the cold air to promote the speed of internal force operation, which is also a method of practicing.
They, the eighteen arhats, only practice martial arts on weekdays. They ignore trivial matters and concentrate on it. They abandon all external temptations and interferences. Their hearts are as calm as water. They are completely immersed in the ocean of martial arts. They are unaware of the changes in the outside world, such as the sun, the moon, and the stars.
With such a state of mind, one can progress very quickly in practicing martial arts, and all of them are extremely smart and have excellent talents. In the martial arts world, they are all top-notch masters.
Today, I have been holding this breath in my heart. There is no way out. It can kill people. The cold windOn the face, it relieves some of the anger in the heart.
Several lanterns were hung in front of the small courtyard, brightly lit, and looked particularly conspicuous.
When Xiao Yuesheng arrived, they did not stop him. They watched Xiao Yuesheng go in with strong curiosity in their eyes.
Jiang Nanyun is just his disciple, but he is already so troublesome. He is young, but he is already his master, and his martial arts is even more brilliant. The Eighteen Arhat Formation may not be able to do anything to him.
The only option is to dispatch the One Hundred and Eight Great Arhat Formation, but he has not shown any hostility at the moment, so it is not appropriate for him to break out.
When Xiao Yuesheng entered the courtyard, several canopies hung in the courtyard. The small courtyard was as bright as day, and a delicate laughter came from the room. He knew it was Su Qingqing as soon as he heard it.
He knocked on the door, and Song Mengjun's voice came from inside: "But Mr. Xiao?"
Xiao Yuesheng responded, opened the door and walked in. His eyes were suddenly filled with radiance. Several jade faces gathered together, reflecting each other, and their faces were so radiant that it was dazzling.
He sat here for a moment and couldn't stay still. Ren Yingying remained indifferent, not even looking at Xiao Yuesheng, treating him as a transparent person.
Finally, Jiang Nanyun followed him out, and the master and apprentice walked out of the courtyard and walked in the desolate grassland.
There is a bright moon hanging high in the sky.
"Master, do you want to save Sister Ren yourself?" Jiang Nanyun tilted her head to look at him and smiled softly. She was wearing a moon-white gown, which looked elegant and peaceful under the dim moonlight.
"Nonsense!" Xiao Yuesheng snorted and turned to glare at her.
Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes sparkling like spring water reflecting the moonlight: "If you don't show them how powerful you are, we won't let him go!"
Xiao Yuesheng nodded. What Jiang Nanyun said was true. As the supreme martial arts master, Shaolin has always been adamant. They want to imprison people and will not change their minds no matter what. This is detrimental to the majesty. As soon as this case was opened, the crowd surged. No matter how hard it is to convince.
"Master, what do you want to do?!" Jiang Nanyun tilted his head and asked, smiling softly: "I think Sister Ren doesn't want to pay attention to you, Master!"
"Don't think randomly all day long!" Xiao Yuesheng glared at her, his eyes flashing slightly.
Since he came to Shaolin, Ren Yingying didn't seem to have glanced at him. His senses were extremely keen. Even if he was far away, he could still clearly see someone's eyes in his mind. He could be sure that Ren Yingying did not. Take a look at yourself.
This is indeed a bit abnormal. Even if you don't look at it openly, it is reasonable to take a sneak peek. It is really weird not to look at it.
"Do you want my help to find an opportunity to abduct her and let Master be alone with her?" Jiang Nanyun tilted his head and asked with a smile.
"No trouble!" Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand, glanced at her, and hummed: "You, you really didn't do a good job this time!"
Jiang Nanyun said with humiliation: "Master, I didn't expect that this Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Formation is so powerful, I really understand it!"
"You just realized that there is a world outside the world, and there are people outside the world!" Xiao Yuesheng snorted heavily, a little annoyed. Although this disciple has high martial arts skills and good qualifications, he is so arrogant that he is not inferior to himself in the slightest. This is really annoying.
People often deeply hate those who are similar to themselves. Jiang Nanyun¡¯s arrogance was inherited from Xiao Yuesheng, and in his eyes, it was a bit hateful.
"Although I knew they were powerful, I didn't know they were so powerful." Jiang Nanyun said pitifully, looking at him longingly with bright big eyes.
He snorted angrily, turning his head and not daring to look at her, lest he feel soft, and said solemnly: "If you can really rescue Miss Ren, why should I look at Shaolin's face now?!"
"Master, you took action yourself!" Jiang Nanyun perked up and said with a smile, his eyebrows filled with excitement.
She hasn¡¯t seen her master take action for a long time. Besides, the opponent is Shaolin, but forcing her master to show his true abilities is what she wants to see most.
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and said in a deep voice: "If you are messing around, I will clean up the mess. I can also pretend that you are not sensible. Although they are suffering, they can't get angry. But if I take action personally, it will be different. From now on, we will watch Yunshan Villa is Shaolin¡¯s enemy!¡±
"An enemy is an enemy, what's the big deal?!" Jiangnan Yunman shook his head indifferently and hummed sweetly.
Xiao Yuesheng's face darkened and he glared at her, feeling quite troubled by her audacity.
At first glance, Shaolin appears to be just a sect in the martial arts world, but with hundreds of years of accumulation and foundation, it is also the home of Zen Buddhism. Its influence is so powerful that it is invisible and difficult for ordinary people to imagine.
If he is an enemy of Shaolin, although he is not afraid, and even has the power to level Shaolin in a rage, but if this is really the case, he will be an enemy of the world, and he will not do such a hard thing.
?Following the trend is a Taoist way of doing things, and he has long liked this. He has no time to waste on ordinary martial arts grievances. What he wants to do is to break the void, break the space, and be able to see Wanyanping and the girls.
¡°Okay, okay, master, don¡¯t be angry, I¡¯m wrong?!¡± Jiang Nanyun laughed hurriedly, holding fists with his two small white jade hands.
Xiao Yuesheng's anger calmed down a little: "It's all because of your poor academic skills that makes it difficult for me to do it now, so I can only think of other ways!"
"Yes, yes, it's all my fault." Jiang Nanyun nodded, feeling helpless, but she didn't dare to provoke the master when he was angry.
After walking for a while, Xiao Yuesheng glanced at his master cautiously. Seeing that his face calmed down, he couldn't help but be curious: "Master, what do you want to do?"
"" Xiao Yuesheng looked up at her but said nothing, obviously not wanting to tell her.
Jiang Nanyun curled his head and muttered something stingy in his heart. He could only lower his head and follow him slowly.
She thought to herself that the master would never forcefully break into Shaolin. It would be a pity not to be able to witness his unparalleled glory!
Although the master has great martial arts skills, he still keeps a low profile and hides himself from others. This makes people look down upon him, which is really hard to understand.
She hummed secretly, if the master showed five points of his real ability, it would be enough to shake the world. Will Shaolin still dare to put on airs? !
While thinking to himself, he followed Xiao Yuesheng, walking slowly, stepping on the withered grass, making no sound.
In the early morning, Xiao Yuesheng stood in the small courtyard, facing the rising sun, breathing in and out, and doing things that were difficult to do normally.
He did such an ordinary kungfu because he sensed that someone was secretly watching him and wanted to find out what was going on with him.
There are quite a few secret passages in the Shaolin Temple. The person who originally built the temple must not have been a monk. He might have been some skilled craftsman who had such thoughts.
He has always been practicing the Nine Transformations of Tendons instead of practicing internal energy. Moreover, the power of thunder in his body is now surging. It is the most yang and strong energy in the world. It is a level higher than the internal energy. He breathes in and out. , but it is not the best way to practice.
But the method of exhalation and inhalation is the most basic method, and it must have its own uniqueness. Xiao Yuesheng used it occasionally, and he felt that he was breathing continuously, and his body was filled with mist, warmth and smoothness. As he exhaled and inhaled, the power of thunder was like a tide. Generally, it rises and falls, inhales to clear the pass, exhales to achieve enlightenment, and goes straight up to Kunlun, faintly echoing the purple mansion.
A long line of white air was tied in front of his nose, like a horse's reins, hanging straight to the ground. With the rise and fall of his chest, the air rope swayed and trembled slightly, like a spiritual snake.
"Dudu" a knock on the door interrupted his speech.
Xiao Yuecheng took a long breath, formed seals with his hands, and moved them in front of his chest. He slowly exhaled, and the white snake suddenly entered his nose.
"Is Mr. Xiao here? Juekong wants to see you!" A clear voice sounded outside the door, asking proudly with joy and excitement.
"Little Master Juekong, please come in!" Xiao Yuesheng nodded.
The courtyard door was pushed open, and Juekong, dressed in yellow monk robes, slowly stepped in.
His steps were slow and his expression was solemn. His feet felt like heavy mountains and thin ice. He was both light and solemn, which was an unusual contradiction.
"I've seen Mr. Xiao!" Monk Juekong knelt down as he approached.
Xiao Yuesheng stopped him with a flick of his sleeves and said with a smile: "Since you are a monk, you should be able to see through the red tape, don't be rigid!"
Monk Juekong nodded, feeling that there were two invisible big hands holding him in front of him. He couldn't kneel down at all, so he could only give up and clasped his palms together: "How is Mr. Xiao always?!"
"It's very good. My life is peaceful, and it has always been like this. But young master, you are in high spirits and making great progress. I am very happy to congratulate you!" Xiao Yuesheng nodded with a smile.
"Everything is thanks to you, sir." Monk Juekong said sincerely.
He felt deeply about this. If an ordinary person enters the Shaolin Temple, he must go through a three-year entry process.
It is extremely difficult to worship at the Shaolin gate wall. As soon as you enter the temple, you first have to chop wood and carry water, do some menial work, practice basic skills, and then pass the test of character and morality before you can slowly start to practice Shaolin martial arts. .
"But after being recommended by Yue Buqun, he didn't have to do this at all. He could directly practice Shaolin martial arts. With the guidance of many eminent monks, his martial arts progress could be said to be rapid.
"And these are all due to Xiao Yuesheng's help. Without these, how could he, a wild monk, enter Shaolin to practice martial arts? !
"Look, you're being polite again!" Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand, seemingly displeased.
Monk Juekong said hurriedly: "Yes, I won't say it anymore."
"If you can live a good life here, so can I.I feel relieved. "Xiao Yuesheng looked at him happily and laughed.
He took out a thin booklet from his arms and handed it to him.
"This is?" Monk Juekong subconsciously reached out to take it and asked doubtfully.
Xiao Yuesheng smiled casually and said: "This is the boxing manual of Shaolin Luohan Boxing. I have written some of my humble opinions on it. If you have time, you may wish to refer to it."
Monk Juekong was startled for a moment, and then he was overjoyed. He had a little experience with Xiao Yuesheng's martial arts skills and knew that his power was far beyond people's imagination. It was extremely rare to get his martial arts secrets.
"Mr. Xiao, this, this" After the excitement, Monk Juekong wanted to read through it, but he suddenly started to worry about it, then stopped, hesitating.
Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said: "This is just a game of mine. It just so happens that you have entered Shaolin. If you don't see it, just throw it in the corner and no one will pay attention to it."
"But" Monk Juekong still hesitated.
"If you don't want to read it, just throw it away. It's not a great martial arts secret book." Xiao Yuesheng laughed.
"Yes!" Monk Juekong finally made up his mind, slowly opened the boxing manual, and couldn't wait to look through it.
After the beginning, he could no longer extricate himself. In the blink of an eye, his mind was completely immersed in it, and the expression on his face suddenly changed from anger to joy, from contentment to anger.
This is the fist intention that he completely immersed in the Arhat Fist. The Buddhist Dharma Protector Arhat has different postures and the meaning of the Dharma is also different.
Arhat Boxing has become an introductory mental method because of its simple moves. Those who practice it are often those who have just entered Shaolin. They do not understand Buddhism and are naturally not familiar with these Arhats. It is difficult to understand the meaning of its boxing. They only understand its shape but not its meaning. Its god.
Xiao Yue¡¯s knowledge is like an abyss. Not only is he proficient in Taoism, he is also extensively involved in Buddhism. His knowledge is far higher than that of ordinary eminent monks.
He is very familiar with Buddhist allusions, so when he annotates Luohan Quan, he explains it in a simple and easy-to-understand way, but it also contains profound meanings.
Monk Juekong looked at the boxing manual and felt that another door seemed to have appeared in front of him. The seemingly simple and unsophisticated movements of Luohan Boxing actually had such profound meanings, and they really turned decay into magic.
More importantly, he suddenly realized a truth: Shaolin martial arts requires profound Buddhist teachings, and the deeper the martial arts will be.
At first, he just thought that the elders were afraid that the disciples would be too murderous, and deliberately wanted to cultivate Buddhism to cultivate their temperament. Now that he thought about it, it was definitely not so superficial, because Shaolin martial arts did require mastery of Buddhist ideas and allusions. Only then can one understand the essence of martial arts.
Masters have already spoken about this truth, but people often ignore it and don¡¯t take it to heart because they don¡¯t have personal understanding.
Reading this boxing manual, Monk Juekong suddenly had an enlightenment and embarked on the shortest path to Shaolin martial arts, which is similar to Buddhist enlightenment.
The boxing manual is very thin, because there are not many moves in Luohan boxing, and Xiao Yuesheng did not correct the movements, but only pointed out the essence and key points in a few words.
Monk Juekong chewed every word in the book, feeling as if every word was a pearl. He couldn't help but feel grateful and wanted to kneel down.
Xiao Yuesheng brushed his sleeves and waved his hands: "Young master, please don't do this. If you do this again, I will turn around and leave!"
"Yes, the young monk knows." Monk Juekong nodded respectfully, tithing, his expression full of gratitude and excitement.
"Young Master must have understood the most mysterious secrets of Shaolin Kung Fu?" Xiao Yuesheng asked with a slight smile.
"Yes, young monk understands that he should practice Buddhism diligently!" Monk Juekong nodded slowly.
" Xiao Yuesheng was greatly relieved. This little monk was indeed very smart. He seemed to be honest and dull, but his understanding of martial arts was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
"I have another booklet here. If you read it, please give it to Master Fang Zheng." Xiao Yuesheng took out another silk booklet from his arms, but it was a bit thicker.
Monk Juekong took it without hesitation, fearing that Xiao Yuesheng would be angry again and blame himself for being too indecisive.
As soon as I took the book, I saw four characters in front of me, written in large seal script, vigorous and simple, with a yellowish color. This silk book must be very old.
He didn¡¯t know these four words, and he was curious. Xiao Yuesheng said that he could look through it, and there would be no harm in taking a look.
He turned over a page and immediately frowned. He didn't recognize any of the characters in it. They were all clumsy and vigorous, almost the same as the characters on the surface.
Seeing that he was worried, Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said: "This is not a martial arts secret manual, it is just a Buddhist scripture. If you want to learn it, it's the best."
"I don't know, what Buddhist scripture is this, Mr. Xiao?" Monk Juekong was curious.I asked, feeling a little disappointed. I thought it was a top-notch martial arts manual.
"Za Agama Sutra." Xiao Yuesheng smiled.
Monk Juekong shook his head. He had never heard of this sutra. He didn¡¯t know what Buddhist sutra it was. He would ask the elders later.
"Young master, please go ahead. Don't overdo your practice." Xiao Yuesheng said warmly.
Monk Juekong nodded, put the two booklets in his arms, clasped his hands together, and solemnly said: "Thank you sir for your teaching, I will say goodbye, little monk!"
Xiao Yuesheng nodded and watched him leave.
"Za Agama Sutra? Why do you ask for this?" A middle-aged monk asked Juekong, but it was his senior monk Juezheng.
Monk Juezheng is tall and burly, with a strong back and a strong waist. Standing there, he looks like an iron tower, which is quite scary.
His appearance is also very ferocious. His face is full of flesh, his eyes are like copper bells, and his face is full of beard. He looks quite heroic.
But Monk Juekong knew that this senior brother Juezheng had a kind-hearted face and the softest heart. He had never hurt anyone in his life. He was indeed a rare good man in the Luohan Hall.
He usually doesn¡¯t go out and stays in Luohan Hall all the time. He practices martial arts day and night and his martial arts are extremely high. If you encounter something difficult, take him with you to save lives at critical moments.
Monk Juekong has a good relationship with him. When he first arrived, it was only with the help of Monk Juezheng that he could integrate into Luohan Hall so easily.
"I have heard others mention it inadvertently, but I have never seen it here." Monk Juekong said doubtfully.
Monk Juezheng scratched the bridge of his nose with his big hand, thought for a moment, and said, "If you ask others about this Zagama Sutra, you really don't know it, because we in Shaolin don't have this sutra."
¡°There are Buddhist scriptures that we don¡¯t have in Shaolin?!¡± Monk Juekong didn¡¯t seem to believe it.
Monk Juezheng nodded: "As for other Buddhist scriptures, our Shaolin scriptures are very comprehensive, but this one has been lost!"
He looked around and saw that this was a training hall. It was very empty and anyone approaching could be clearly seen.
He approached Monk Juekong, lowered his voice very low, and whispered: "This Buddhist scripture is one of the seventy-two unique skills of our Shaolin."
"Brother, please tell me what's going on. Don't make me anxious!" Monk Juekong said with great dissatisfaction.
"Okay, okay, I said that's it." Monk Juezheng waved his hands hurriedly and raised his hands in surrender, not wanting to make him angry.
Monk Juezheng straightened his expression, came to a leather chair next to the hall, and sat down slowly: "Junior brother, do you know that among the seventy-two Shaolin skills, we can only practice four or five skills at most, and six or seven at most. Skills are already at their limit.
Monk Juekong nodded vigorously: "Yes, I know that Master Fang Sheng's achievements are extraordinary. He has already practiced seven Shaolin and seventy-two stunts!" - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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