In the white-clothed palace, Shen Yi exhaled and made a sound, using his voice to encourage him and his breath to boost his strength. His body was like a bow, and his fists were like arrows. He punched out with a majestic aura that made people dare not look directly at him.
Compared to yesterday, his Luohan Boxing seemed to have improved even more, and even an introductory boxing technique seemed to be as advanced as a martial arts.
Just like a thousand people have a thousand versions of Hamlet, a thousand people have a thousand kinds of Luohan Quan. Although most of them have the same understanding, there are definitely many differences.
Shen Yi understood the difference between unconsciousness and unconsciousness, and integrated it with his own understanding. This made the Luohan Quan, which he was already familiar with, improve further, reaching a level beyond the reach of other monks.
At this moment, Shen Yi was completely immersed in practicing boxing, gradually forgetting his thoughts, and all the distracting thoughts that came from unconscious and unintentional places were left behind, and he focused solely on boxing.
Arhat, in Buddhism, has the meaning of killing the thief, having no life, and making sacrifices. Among them, killing the thief means killing the thief of all troubles and having a diligent mind.
At this moment, Shen Yi was concentrating on practicing boxing, making vigorous progress, killing all the distracting thoughts in his heart. The upright and simple Luohan Boxing had a vague appearance of being too clever and unworkable. After practicing a set of boxing techniques, he felt that his whole body was clear, and he had been beaten before.
The irritability caused by the intrusion of distracting thoughts is gone.
It was only after practicing boxing that his mind returned from selflessness, and Shen Yi became aware of external intrusion again.
Wu Ming and Wu Yun, the two Wu Ai eyeliners who had already identified themselves, saw that Shen Yi's boxing skills were improving, and began to pay attention to Shen Yi again. Although they would not test him again, their eyes were indispensable.
That kind of hidden peek might not be detectable by others, but Shen Yi's perception was extremely keen and he could clearly feel the other person's gaze.
'The ghost lingers.'
Shen Yi's face remained calm, he just glanced at Wujue who was not far away and glanced at the two eyeliners.
The next moment, the chief believer understood the truth, and after a few words with Wuxin, he approached ignorance.
"Brother Wu Ming, please enlighten me."
As soon as he got close, Wujue let out a light shout, then stepped forward and punched him, just like Wuming yesterday, he started sparring forcefully.
"what are you doing?"
Wuming was shocked and inexplicable, but could not stop, so he could only fight with Wujue.
On the other side, Wu Yun suddenly collided with Wu Yun, causing him to take two steps back. Then he shouted before him: "Senior Brother Wu Yun, you bumped into Wu Feng on purpose yesterday, and you hit me on purpose again today. I see.
You've gone too far to bully me, accept the move!"
While he was talking, he unintentionally took action and started fighting Wuyun in close combat.
Such movement naturally attracted everyone's attention. Even the deacon monk who came to supervise today also looked over. However, the sparring between the two parties was not excessive. The deacon monk was not sitting on the side without anger, so he
In other words, just watching and not stopping the sparring.
During the fight, although Wujue and Wuming did not have the upper hand, everyone could see that these two people had developed their inner energy and opened up their meridians. They fought with Wuyun and Wuming, and the fight was quite intense.
This naturally attracted the attention of others, and many monks who had not yet opened their pulses started talking about it when they saw the two men opening their pulses.
In this way, naturally no one would pay attention to Shen Yi's situation.
'Sure enough, there are three gangs of heroes and three fences. No matter how strong your personal ability is, you still need the help of others.'
Seeing this situation, Shen Yi secretly made a decision in his heart to let Wujue develop manpower.
After all, the power of one person is weak. If you want to practice martial arts with peace of mind, you need a lot of help from others. At least you can't let some unnecessary things disturb your practice.
As a result, while the fight was lively over there, Shen Yi found a corner to practice boxing silently, looking clean. After another set of punches, that sense of spiritual transparency returned to him.
'Comfortable.' Shen Yi was satisfied.
"good."
The praise came suddenly, and Shen Yi couldn't help but look back, only to see that Kong Xiang, who came to the White Clothes Hall yesterday to teach martial arts, had also arrived here at some point, and now looked at Shen Yi with a satisfied expression.
Today is not a day for open classes. Even according to what Kong Xiang said yesterday, unless this group of warrior monks entered the Luohan Hall, they would not listen to his martial arts lectures again, but I don't know why he suddenly appeared in the White Clothes Hall again.
"Among the contemporary disciples, there are no more than five fingers of people who can understand the essence of Luohan Fist like you." Kong Xiang looked solemn, but his tone was very soft, "They don't know that I, Linglong Iron Sha, belong to the Zen sect, and the martial arts
The purpose of monks practicing martial arts is to use martial arts to practice Zen. To pursue advanced martial arts only for the sake of power and lose the original intention of using martial arts to practice Zen is just to sacrifice the basics and seek the last."
Having said this, Kong Xiang paused and said: "If you are willing, you can go to the Sutra Pavilion to study Buddhism after practicing martial arts. This will also be good for your martial arts."
"Yes, Uncle Kongxiang." Shen Yi clasped his hands together and replied respectfully.
The Sutra Pavilion is where Linglong Iron Temple collects scriptures. Unlike the Shaolin in previous novels, the Sutra Pavilion does not contain any martial arts secrets, only Buddhist scriptures and some Buddhism-related anecdotes, and even some popular books in the world.
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The martial arts secrets of Linglong Iron Sha are stored in Luohan Hall, Prajna Hall, Mahayana and other courtyards according to levels. They are kept by the head of the courtyard personally and will not be left in the open to attract people to steal them.
Of course, it is not ruled out that some eminent monks are bored and just hide some martial arts in the scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion.
In the past, Shen Yi didn't understand the significance of using martial arts to practice Zen. Like other monks, he was not very interested in the Sutra Pavilion. After all, you can't expect a guy with impure roots to really become a monk.
But after hearing Kong Xiang's suggestion today, and the sense of transparency that practicing Arhat Boxing brought to him, Shen Yi decided to visit the Sutra Pavilion more frequently when he had time in the future.
'Arhat Boxing can help me get rid of distracting thoughts, and other martial arts should have similar effects. Maybe I can use Buddhist martial arts to suppress or even eliminate the side effects of "Xuanjun Seven Chapters Secret Sutra".'
At least if you want to develop more manpower, you must suppress the unnecessary distractions brought about by "Ascension to the Mysterious Realm of Concentration".
The empty phase comes quietly and leaves quietly.
Except for a few people who paid attention, most people in the White Clothes Palace did not know that this uncle came and left.
He left the White Clothes Hall, looked back, and suddenly sighed: "It's a pity that such a disciple has a blood feud, otherwise the poor monk would really want to accept him as a disciple."
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"At least 30% of the unnamed disciples of this temple are now harboring blood feuds. Don't you think it's ridiculous that Senior Brother Kongxiang would give up on them because of this?"
A middle-aged monk, also wearing yellow monk robes and with a cold face, walked out from the corner in front. After hearing this, he said coldly: "The poor monk also has a blood feud. All the relatives and friends of the poor monk and lay people died in the three years ago."
During the catastrophe two years ago, should senior brother go to the abbot and ask him to give up the poor monk and drive him out of the school?"
The middle-aged monk's words were full of resentment and dissatisfaction, and he was armed with a gun and a stick, which made Kong Xiang sigh lightly.