In the dense black smoke, the sound of wind everywhere sounded like ghosts crying, and Xuhong's roar was like the snort of a giant bull, suppressing all other sounds around him.
Bai Shu turned his face, and the bald monk, who was as strong as a human bear, was stroking his head, with a smile on his face, and was looking at him happily.
"Senior Brother Xuhong."
Bai Shu stood up, but before he could salute, he grabbed him hurriedly, pulled him to a stone platform, and sat down cross-legged.
Xuhong threw the food box on the table and rubbed his hands impatiently.
"Come, come, eat!"
He opened the lid and found in the bucket-like food box, seven large bowls of black bean porridge, as well as half a bucket of pickled radish and salted cabbage strips.
"Eat, eat!"
Seeing that Bai Zhu had not made a move, Xu Hong was not polite to him. He stretched out his hand and brought six bowls of black bean porridge to him, leaving only one bowl for Bai Zhu.
He also used his true energy to transform into eight arms, grabbed the pickled radish and salted cabbage strips, and stuffed them into his mouth.
Xuhong ate haisei indiscriminately, completely ignoring Atractylodes, and looked like a starving ghost.
Bai Zhu smiled and picked up his bowl of black bean porridge.
During these days, the monks of Fengshan Temple became increasingly familiar with him.
Wuhuai's disciples, except the two disciples who died young and accidentally died under the magic sound.
Including him, there are thirteen people in total.
Although decades had passed since Wuhuai founded Fengshan Temple, he only accepted these thirteen people and had no intention of having a large lintel.
As for Xu Yan, who is the oldest, the most senior, and even the most powerful, he has never had any intention of accepting a disciple, let alone others.
Because of this, in such a huge Fengshan Mountain, there is only one teacher and thirteen disciples.
Moreover, where the magic sound was, there were no Taoist priests or pilgrims, so these extremely bored monks came up with all kinds of tricks to play.
Almost all the wild beasts in the mountains were enlightened by them. For example, the little flower that brought endless troubles to itself happened to enter the Buddhist hall to listen to a lecture after it was ignorant and was too lazy to drive it away.
That wild boar has rough skin and thick flesh, and is a natural alien species. It is extremely powerful. Even if you have practiced Atractylodes, ten of you might not be able to defeat it.
Looking at Xu Hong who was eating Haisai crazily, Bai Shu couldn't help but sigh.
Among the thirteen people, each has his or her own origin.
I came here without any obvious or obscure recommendation.
Xu Yan was abandoned by his parents in the forest, and was accidentally picked up by Wu Huai, who was like a half-child.
Some of the remaining monks came from aristocratic families who admired Buddhism in and outside Zhongli County, some were brought back to the monastery from traveling without any intention, and some traveled thousands of miles across the prefectures and counties with a pair of straw sandals to come here specially to worship their masters.
Xu Hong was born into a noble family.
Although he is not from a prominent family like the Twelve Great Houses, he is still from a high-class family.
What's even more rare is that Xuhong is the eldest son. If nothing unexpected happens, he is destined to be the candidate to inherit the title.
However, after his half-brother was born, Xuhong didn't know what kind of cramp he had, but he actually insisted on escaping into Buddhism and becoming a monk.
Xu Hong's biological mother died young, but her mother's family was very powerful and always cared for him.
What's more, his biological father was extremely doting on him, which is far from the story in the book. The scene of the orphaned son leaving the marquis's house with a heartbroken heart, and the young man's heart breaking and escaping to Buddhism.
During the chat, I heard Xuhong mention to himself that he was worried that his younger brother would be helpless and begged by his father's concubine, so he voluntarily gave up the title and escaped into Buddhism.
When he heard these words for the first time, Baizhu instinctively suspected whether there was some conspiracy.
Brothers, friends and brothers?
This is too good.
Bai Shu initially thought that Xu Hong was forced by the situation, but he secretly kept a secret plan. After completing his studies and returning home, it would be thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi...
He imagined a turbulent feud between the families, but after spending time together, Baizhu couldn't help but doubt that this honest monk might actually be honest.
"Senior Brother Xuhong."
Bai Zhu sighed and picked up a pickled radish with chopsticks:
"I wonder when I can get out of this Batu Caves?"
"You've only been here two days."
Xu Hong’s voice was unclear and he didn’t even raise his head:
"Senior brother is not telling you, but you are too courageous. You even opened your eyes and ears and risked your life?"
The monk, who was as strong as a human bear, shook his head:
"I've never seen such a tough guy. I think it's a good thing that you were thrown into the Batu Cave by Master. At least it can give you a chill."
Bai Shu sighed again and shook his head.
Two nights ago, he used attribute values to open his eye and ear apertures. Because he didn't want to attract too much attention, after much thought, he decided to give it up.
Unexpectedly, his actions were too dazzling in Wu Huai's eyes.
The furious red-faced monk inspected him and immediately threw him into the Batu Caves.
At first Bai Shu didn't know why, but according to Wu Xian's words, it is not uncommon in the world to achieve Yang Fu before the age of twenty.
Considering his near-Taoist body, this kind of performance can only be regarded as ordinary.
He didn't know until Xuhong told himself.
Those who achieved the Yang Talisman before the age of twenty were all initiated by their elders and passed on their skills.
This method is extremely strict, not only requiring blood relatives, but also requiring consistent cultivation techniques.
During the initiation process, all three attainments of the Tao will overflow. If you are not careful, the recipient will either burst to life or flow into the heaven and earth in vain, making useless work.
And the initiation is only applicable to the great monks who are at the top of the Yang Fu and have reached the end of the Yang Fu journey.
Like Qu Shengsheng, the Yang Fu like the ancestor of the Zhao family, in Baizhu's current view, is not yet qualified to give people empowerment.
Moreover, the array set up during the initiation was also a huge expense, and could almost bring down a family as large as the Fenyin Zhao family.
After listening to Xuhong's words, Baizhu suddenly became enlightened.
In the past two days, he asked Xuhong to pick out several books on common knowledge about spiritual practice for him, and read them carefully.
I can roughly understand the overall process of martial arts.
"Let's go first."
Xuhong wiped his mouth, burped loudly, and walked away with the food box: "I'll see you again tomorrow morning."
"Senior brother."
Bai Shu grabbed him: "Where are the things I asked you to bring me?"
"Master said he would deliver it to you personally." Xu Hong spread his hands and said, "Just wait."
"That's right..." Bai Zhu nodded.
When the human body cannot enter the human body, and the Red Dragon Heart Sutra cannot be improved at will, he obviously lacks a few ways to protect the way.
He asked Xuhong to ask Wuhuai for advice. Unexpectedly, Wuhuai wanted to come over in person.
"Let's go!" Xu Hong waved: "I didn't sleep well last night, so I have to make up for it."
"Senior brother, I can breathe breath now." Baizhu shouted from behind: "No need to bring me food!"
"fool!"
Xu Hong turned around and stared:
"Why don't you eat something that is free?!"
After saying goodbye, the sound of heavy footsteps gradually faded away, and soon, in the dense black smoke, the sharp wind sound like a ghost's cry sounded densely again.
Baizhu touched his belly, stretched his muscles and bones, and slowly formed a simple boxing pile.
I thought it was a punishment, but I didn't expect that the smoke in the Batu Cave actually had the effect of tempering the body.
Even though he has reached the second level, he has still benefited a lot.
In his mind, as the fist pile moved, a huge phantom of an idol slowly solidified.
During these days, with the continuous separation of the boxing spirit and continuous efforts, Wu Xian left behind.
I am finally getting started with Shenxiang Boxing.
