Chapter 141 It takes fifty years to develop true energy
What the monk said was somewhat disappointing.
"There is no such person as the sweeping monk in this temple?"
"Maybe there is, but the poor monk doesn't know it." The monk said with a smile.
This monk is talkative, and he is also a martial monk himself. Not all monks in Faxing Temple practice martial arts. Some monks only know some basic boxing skills, which can be regarded as physical fitness. Only the warrior monks focus on practicing martial arts.
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To become a warrior monk, in addition to those monks who have entered the temple since childhood, monks who have become monks on the way need to undergo a test for a certain period of time, mainly to examine their character. Only after passing the test can they become a warrior monk.
Even if you become a monk, you can't just learn all the Kung Fu in Faxing Temple. You still need to practice it step by step from the shallower to the deeper. It is easy to cause problems if you practice some advanced Kung Fu without a foundation.
After chatting with the monk for a while, Wang An continued to tour the mountains, admiring the beautiful scenery while searching around, hoping to find those masters with special skills hidden in the mountains.
I wandered around in the mountains until it was almost evening, and then walked down the mountain. When I got to the foot of the mountain, I found a restaurant, ordered a few dishes, and chatted with the boss when he was not very busy, asking him about Faxing Temple.
some rumors.
"Boss, is there a monk in that temple on the mountain who can climb over eaves and walls and is invulnerable?"
"I've never seen anyone who can fly over walls and walls. It's true that there are people who are invulnerable. You can also see their performances on TV. They're called the Iron Shirts with a Golden Bell Cover."
"Then are there any experts who can cross a river with a reed and hunt an ox across a mountain?"
"Crossing the river with a reed, that's Patriarch Bodhidharma! I've never heard of hunting cattle across the mountains, but I heard that a long, long time ago, someone actually saw an old monk flying in the trees in the mountains, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
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"Flying on the tree? Where did you see it?" Wang An asked hurriedly.
"Then I don't know. After all, it's been so many years. Maybe that person is talking nonsense!" the boss said with a smile.
After staying in the hotel for one night, Wang An went up the mountain again. However, he still couldn't see the person he wanted to see, nor did he find any unusual monks.
Wang An had no choice but to tentatively search deeper into the mountain. After four days of this, the sun was about to set. Wang An saw an abandoned building in a very remote place in Songshan Mountain.
I heard some noises inside the temple, so I went in and saw a monk who looked to be in his fifties boiling water for cooking. The other person was a little surprised to see Wang An entering the temple.
"Amitabha, why did this donor come here and get lost?"
"No, I came here specifically to see the master." Wang An said with a smile. The monk in front of him looked ordinary, nothing special, but Wang An heard that he was breathing long, and he just saw that the palms of his hands were quite
The knuckles are wide and thick, and there are some abnormal calluses on them, which should be left over from years of practicing palm skills.
"Master? The poor monk is either a master or an ordinary monk."
"Ordinary monks don't know how to master kung fu?"
"Huh?" The monk was slightly startled after hearing this and looked up at Wang An.
"How did the donor know that the poor monk knew kung fu?"
"The breath is long, the palms are broad, and the knuckles are thick. The master's palm skills must be very powerful, right?"
"The donor has really good eyesight. The poor monk has indeed practiced kung fu for several years, but it is not very advanced. If the donor wants to see kung fu, he has to go to Faxing Temple," the monk said with a smile.
"I've been there four times in the past few days, and I've seen the monks there perform Kung Fu, Tietou Kung Fu, Arhat Fist, stick techniques... That's not what I'm looking for." Wang An said with a smile.
"It's not what the donor is looking for. What kind of kung fu is the donor looking for?"
Wang An thought for a while, set up a boxing frame and did a set of Tai Chi in front of the monk. There was no music background, no kung fu fir trees, and only green trees and breeze. Wang An's Tai Chi seemed to be the same as the old man and old man in the square.
What the ladies practice is somewhat similar, but also somewhat different.
The monk on the side didn't pay attention at first, but soon he watched Wang An practicing boxing intently, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
Less leaning, Wang An withdrew his fist.
"Master, what do you think of my boxing practice?"
"Good, excellent. Is the donor from Chenjiagou or Taihe Mountain?"
"No, I have been to Taihe Mountain." Wang An said truthfully.
"The donor practices Tai Chi, why do you want to see Buddhist techniques?"
"To be honest, I came here this time to see the true power and also to clear up my doubts. Does Master know true energy?"
"Zhenqi?" The monk was slightly startled when he heard the words, "I haven't heard this word for a long time!"
"It's been a long time. Master, have you heard this before?" Wang An's eyes lit up when he heard this and he asked hurriedly.
The monk looked at Wang An and did not continue, but asked a question.
"The poor monk wants to know what level the donor's kung fu has reached?"
"Externally train the muscles and bones, internally train the internal organs, and the strength will be like running water." Wang An said after thinking for a while.
"Amitabha, it is really rare for a donor to reach such a state at such a young age."
"Master doesn't seem to believe it?"
The monk smiled and it was self-evident.
"Master, I'm offended." Wang An raised his hand and slapped the monk on the shoulder. The monk swayed and took half a step back. Wang An's palm followed him like a shadow. Seeing this, the monk raised his hand to meet him with a palm.
Palm to palm.
Unexpectedly, this palm was like hitting a ball of cotton, soft and without any strength, and all the strength in the body disappeared.
He wanted to withdraw his palm, but Wang An suddenly exerted force when his strength was gone. He raised his hand and shook it, swinging the monk's arm away, and slapped the monk's shoulder directly. The monk left
The palms followed.
The two of them exchanged palms, and the monk felt a surge of strength coming straight at him. The force was so great that he immediately took a few steps back before standing firm.
"Reducing strength, being gentle and strong, the donor's cultivation is really remarkable. The poor monk admires it." The monk praised.
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"Master accepted." Wang An also knew that the master did not attack with all his strength just now, just like he did not attack with all his strength.
"Why is the donor looking for this true energy?"
"I want to see what it is like, and I also want to use it to cure diseases." Wang An told the truth.
"Cure?"
"Yes, I just want to try it. Maybe it can really cure diseases?" Wang An said with a smile.
The monk was silent for a long time after hearing this, looking up at the sunset that was about to set.
"Let me think about it, it was forty-two years ago. At that time, I was just a young monk in Faxing Temple and knew nothing. There was a highly respected senior in the temple. He was me.
The master’s master is my master.
At that time, he was already over seventy years old, but he was very energetic. He could run across the mountains with a bucket in both hands, and he could eat a large bowl of rice by himself, just like a strong young man. On a thunderstorm day, the thunder was loud.
, the rain was also heavy, and the master suddenly wanted to retreat, and then locked himself in the Zen room, asking no one to disturb him.
The master stayed in the Zen room for seven days. When he came out of the Zen room, he had lost dozens of kilograms and was so skinny that he felt as if he had stayed there for three months. After more than a month, he
Only then returned to normal.
From then on, the master seemed to be no different from before, but he liked to wander in the mountains and bring back some medicinal herbs from time to time. That day, I accidentally saw the master in the forest and jumped over the seven or eight.
The meter-wide mountain stream made me stupid at the time.
Then I begged him to teach me how to cross the mountain stream, but he said that I was still far behind. At that time, I asked him how long it would take to practice to reach his level, and he said that it would take at least fifty years.
I asked why Kung Fu needs to be practiced for so long, and he said it’s not Kung Fu, it’s Qi, Zhen Qi!”
So angry?!
Wang An was inexplicably distracted for a while, and finally heard that someone had practiced Qi.
"Then how can we develop true energy?"
"I don't know." The monk shook his head, "I still haven't figured it out, and my master never figured it out until he died."
"Didn't the old Zen master leave behind any cultivation methods?"
The old monk looked at Wang An with a smile.
"Sorry." Wang An immediately realized that he had made a big mistake and asked about the secret of a sect's practice.
"Master said that in order to develop true qi, one must practice kung fu to an extreme. In addition to martial arts cultivation, one must also study Buddhism."
Martial Arts, Buddhism?
After hearing this statement, Wang An pondered for a while.
"I wonder what kind of martial arts the old Zen master practices?"
"Buddhism's magical power of indestructibility." The old monk said after pondering for a moment.