"Now that Qingliang Temple has arrived, I'm afraid there will be a battle next. All I have to do is wait."
Gui Zhong thought about it in his mind, waved his hand, and called Wei Xiaobao to his side, "Xiaobao, what happens next depends on you. I came here to keep you safe, but as for other things,
I won’t care too much. I will stay in this temple for these days. Just go and do whatever you want.”
"Since you said so, Dao Dao Dao Dao, okay." Wei Xiaobao looked bitter. He originally wanted to ask Gui Zhong to help him find the whereabouts of the old Emperor Shunzhi, but now it seems that it is impossible.
"This little master, a poor Taoist, has traveled all over the world. I would like to stay in your temple for a few days in peace and quiet. Is it okay?"
After Gui Zhong reached an agreement with Wei Xiaobao, he said to the Zhike monk beside him.
"Ah, the Taoist priest is too polite. Although the small temple is simple, there are a few guest rooms. Let the young monk go and talk to the abbot, and then take the Taoist priest to stay."
The Buddhist and Taoist families have always been at odds with each other, but they have to pay attention to some face-saving skills. Although the Zhi Ke monk did not know the purpose of the Taoist priest Gui Zhong, he did not lose his etiquette, put his hands together and saluted, and agreed.
Gui Zhong nodded, saving him a lot of trouble. He thought that Qingliang Temple was really unkind, but he didn't expect that his Taoist appearance would have such a benefit today.
Not long after, Zhike Monk led a few people into a main hall and met the abbot of Qingliang Temple, Master Chengguang. Gui Zhong looked up and saw that Master Chengguang was about fifty or sixty years old, with a peaceful face, but
With his eyesight, he could also see that the Buddhist master looked at his group with a slightly wary look, probably because of the Emperor Shunzhi.
"I wonder what the generous donors are doing here?"
Master Chengguang announced the Buddha's name and then asked softly.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, Master is very polite. I am a poor Taoist from Huashan Taiyuan. I am here to travel around the mortal world. I want to stay in this Qingliang Temple for a few days to get away from the summer heat and have some peace and quiet. What do you think, Master?"
Gui Zhong was the first to speak. He didn't tell Wei Xiaobao's reason for coming, he only focused on himself.
"Amitabha, it is convenient for monks and people to make it convenient for themselves. Since Taoist Taiyuan has such a need, how can a poor monk refuse to allow it? Jingkong, please take this Taoist to the guest room to rest."
Master Chengguang didn't know whether he believed it or not, so he directly ordered the Zhike monk to take Gui Zhong to the guest room.
Gui Zhong made a gesture towards Wei Xiaobao and Shuang'er, and left directly with the monk Jingkong without saying anything.
As for how Wei Xiaobao will find Emperor Shunzhi next, that is not something he wants to worry about. Anyway, this guy is very smart and can always get things done.
In the next few days, Gui Zhong rested quietly in the guest room of Qingliang Temple, meditated and practiced Qi, and continued the practice of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians. This stage of Kung Fu belongs to the seventh level of acquired life, and every step of progress is not so
It's easy, it requires a lot of energy, and what Gui Zhong practices is the Quanzhen Xinfa and other Xuanmen internal skills. It is impossible to advance by leaps and bounds. He can only continue to refine the Qi and condense out traces of pure internal energy, and constantly
He did not call for tempering the meridians and attacking the acupuncture points. He was in a peaceful state of mind, neither anxious nor slow. This kind of thinking coincided with the wonderful Taoist realm of inaction. It was quite comfortable to practice, and the results were good. In just a few days, he felt like he was
His internal energy has become much purer again and has increased in quantity, but there is still some way to go before the next meridian can be opened.
Sometimes he would practice boxing in the guest room. After a sparring session with Wu Lishen, he also discovered his current shortcomings. When he reached this level, he gradually needed to be compatible, adopt the strengths of each school, and understand.
He used the mysteries of various martial arts to improve his knowledge and realm of martial arts. Simply practicing swordsmanship was not very good, and the skills of fists and kicks could not be neglected, so he began to figure out the skills he had learned.
He already had an idea of Mianzhang Kung Fu, a set of palm techniques. It was basically based on Huashan Changquan and Tai Chi in the previous life. It emphasized the use of softness to overcome rigidity, focusing on the use of internal force. The change of palm force was not based on moves. In this way,
It is in line with his approach. He has too little exposure to the complicated and changeable fist and palm skills, and his foundation is weak. On the contrary, he has achieved success in internal skills. Understanding this type of palm technique is exactly what he wants.
In the small courtyard, Gui Zhong stretched out his fists and feet, practicing a set of palm techniques. His steps changed, vaguely matching the Bagua directions. It seemed slow, but in fact, the steps forward, backward, left, and right contained mysteries. When facing the enemy, avoid their sharp edges and strike at their dusk.
Return, both have magical effects. The hands are in a yin and yang position, and a series of palms are struck out. When the palm is released, it is as gentle as a feather, but there is a faint force of energy. Once it hits the enemy, the feminine palm force will go straight into the blood vessels and organs, causing lethality.
Extremely scary.
Phew, after a cup of tea, Gui Zhong came up with a set of palm techniques, exactly seven, seven, forty-nine, which coincided with the number of heaven. At the same time, his internal energy was strong and his meridians were stretched, making him feel refreshed.
"Yes, my palm technique has gradually taken shape. It can not only defeat the enemy, but also exercise internal strength, stretch the muscles and bones, and has the effect of nourishing the body."
After feeling the changes in himself, Gui Zhong said to himself.
On the third day after arriving at Qingliang Temple, Gui Zhong was trying to figure out some deficiencies in his palm skills in the courtyard. Suddenly, there was a loud noise in front of him, and there was also the faint sound of fighting.
"Have you finally arrived?" Looking at the direction of the sound, Gui Zhong muttered secretly, moved his steps, raised his sword and walked forward.
Not long after he arrived at the entrance of Qingliang Temple, he saw a noisy scene with constant shouting and shouting. He took a closer look and saw a group of lamas gathering in the open space at the entrance of Qingliang Temple, each holding a stick and looking menacing. There were two more lamas in the field.
People were fighting. A man wearing yellow monk robes with an old face was none other than Master Chengguang of Qingliang Temple. The man he was fighting against was a lama in red, with a strong build and a yellow-orange vajra in his hand.
The two men were fighting to the fullest. The lama in red danced his vajra pestle. The move was simple, but the wind was fierce. He obviously had divine power. Wherever the yellow vajra pestle passed, there was a whistling wind, which seemed very ferocious. Once
If it happens, I'm afraid it will be a menstrual fracture.
However, Master Chengguang faced the fierce offensive of the red-robed lama with his bare hands. He just struck out with one palm, and there was a faint buzzing sound, like a yellow bell, which was very shocking.
"Huh? Monk Chengguang's palm force was so strong that he actually collided with the lama's vajra. This old monk's kung fu is amazing. I'm afraid he has also entered the first-class level and started practicing the eight extraordinary meridians.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to have such powerful palm skills!"
Gui Zhong watched these two people exchange more than ten moves in a row, feeling secretly shocked and admiring Monk Chengguang.
Boom, there was a muffled sound. Monk Chengguang slapped his palm, and a faint layer of gold appeared on his palm. It collided hard with the red lama's vajra, and a lot of energy spread out around him.
The monks at Qingliang Temple and the lamas next to them all backed away, feeling a tightness in their chests and a feeling of suffocation, and they were all secretly shocked.
Teng Teng Teng, after this move, the red lama's face turned red and he took several steps back. The vajra in his hand seemed to be trembling, and he was actually at a disadvantage.
"Hmph, Master Chengguang has such a powerful Vajra Palm, do you just want to make the young monks retreat in the face of difficulties with your skills? Isn't Qingliang Temple too overbearing?"
As soon as the lama in red finished speaking, a group of lamas behind him began to make noises.
"Yes, Senior Brother Bayan is right. I waited until a young lama under my disciple disappeared after entering your Qingliang Temple. Does Master Chengguang really not want to make friends?"
"Hand over the person, otherwise Qingliang Temple will be stained with blood today!"
Each lama showed a fierce look on his face and shouted angrily. At the same time, they also took out the weapons in their hands. There were cooked copper sticks, swords, etc. The moment they collided, there was a sound of gold and iron, and a fierce killing sound.
Anger came to my face.
A group of monks in Qingliang Temple had pale faces, and the long sticks in their hands seemed to be shaking. They were obviously a little scared. Gui Zhong could see clearly from the side. Although there were not many masters in that group of lamas, they all had martial arts skills.
His body and weapons are fierce, but Qingliang Temple is a master, Master Chengguang. Most of the other monks are not proficient in martial arts, and most of them have long sticks to support their appearance.
"Amitabha, the old monk has long said that our Qingliang Temple does not have the person you are looking for. Besides, the Qingliang Temple and the Yellow Temple belong to two sects. How could we, the Qingliang Temple, hide the lamas of your sect?"
Master Chengguang looked ugly, but he still suppressed the anger in his heart and wanted to fight for it again.
"Humph, Master said there is nothing, right? How can the young monk and others believe this? Unless you agree to let us search the temple, as long as you let us search your Qingliang Temple, it will be clear whether there is anything or not, Master.
how?"
Master Bayan was the one who fought against Cheng Guang just now. He suddenly roared with luck and his voice was very scary.
"Oh, that's all. Since you don't believe Master Bayan, the old monk will just let you wait and search the temple."
Chengguang had no choice but to see that the lamas were ready to fight, so he had no choice but to agree to search the temple.
The many monks of Qingliang Temple around had angry expressions on their faces. They tightened their long sticks and were about to come forward to fight. However, Master Chengguang waved his hand slightly to stop their actions. They all had no choice but to retreat reluctantly and give way.
Come through a channel.
So a group of dozens of lamas rushed into Qingliang Temple in a hurry.
"Master, what's going on?"
Gui Zhong came over at this time and asked Master Chengguang.
"Oh, it turns out to be Taoist Master Taiyuan. You're shocked. These lamas are from the nearby Huang Temple. They came here today because they lost a little lama. They said someone saw me entering.
Qingliang Temple, here you come to cause trouble."
Chengguang didn't hide anything and told the story directly.
"I see, Master Chengguang, please forgive me for speaking bluntly. I am afraid that these lamas are coming here with bad intentions. If you need anything, just ask. Although I am not talented, I am a guest of Qingliang Temple these days. I have to help you."
two."
"Thank you so much, Taoist Master, but the conflict between me at Qingliang Temple and these lamas is just a small one, and it shouldn't be a big deal."
Chengguang's heart skipped a beat when he heard that Guizhong wanted to help. Although Guizhong lived in Qingliang Temple these days and was very quiet and didn't do much, Chengguang didn't dare to be careless at all and kept paying attention secretly.
Following his actions, Gui Zhong now offered to help again. Who knows what he was paying attention to, so he just said something vaguely, making Gui Zhong laugh secretly.
"This old monk is not a fool. I'm afraid he has long seen that these lamas are not well-intentioned. Most likely they are here for Emperor Shunzhi. Even I and he are secretly wary, but there is no rush. Let's see how you deal with these lamas.
Bar."
The two of them were talking and walking towards Qingliang Temple. Behind them were the monks from Qingliang Temple, who hurried back and were also worried about those lamas.
Outside Qingliang Temple, Wei Xiaobao and Shuang'er also appeared quietly.
"Shuang'er, let's go in too. This old monk Chengguang is also disgusting. He actually refused to tell me the whereabouts of the old emperor. Now, with these lamas leading the way, we will definitely be able to find out where the old emperor is.
Then I won’t have to beg this old monk anymore.”
Wei Xiaobao said angrily and followed the crowd into Qingliang Temple. For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piotian.net