Chapter 228: High above, thousands of people look up to you
Times are changing,
Wang An heard this sentence said by more than one person.
"That person said something incomprehensible, times are about to change."
"It has changed, how? Resurrection of spiritual energy, revival of strangeness, or universal cultivation of immortality?" Li Xinzhu asked subconsciously.
"What are you thinking about? You've seen too much." Wang An smiled.
"Hey, no matter what you do, you can't walk sideways in any era, but you just like to lie down in this mountain. If I had your ability, I would definitely be like a dragon roaring in the sky!" Li Xinzhu raised his finger.
Tianba said angrily.
"Everyone has his own ambitions, and I still have a long road ahead of me."
"I was just wondering, will you really become an immortal in the end?"
Wang An just smiled.
Who can define, what is a fairy?
If the immortals mentioned by the ancients really existed, where would they end up? What would they look like now?
At noon that day, Wang An stewed a large pot of beef, and Li Xinzhu drank two glasses of it with the old man.
"I'm going to go out in two days. You can help take care of me at home."
"No problem. Where are you going? Do you need me to arrange for someone to take you there?"
"No, it's not very far. I can just walk there."
The place Wang An wants to go to is Faxing Temple, which is more than two thousand miles away from his hometown. He plans to go there on foot. He will set off in the afternoon and drive at night. He can arrive before dawn. It happens that they will have a vegetarian meal in the morning.
Vegetarian meal at Beoxing Temple.
He planned to go to Faxing Temple to borrow ancient books and learn about the legendary body-protecting skills of "The Indestructible Vajra" and "Golden Bell".
In the afternoon, as soon as the sun set in the west, he set foot on the road to Faxing Temple, still walking in a straight line. After climbing over mountains and ridges and crossing rivers, the sun still set, but he continued to move forward without stopping.
The night is getting darker,
On a mountain, two people, a pit, and two people in the pit, two living people whose hands and feet were helped and their mouths were sealed with tape, their faces full of terror.
"Don't blame us when you get there. Who told you to offend the people you shouldn't offend?" One person said this and threw a handful of paper money.
"Okay, let's start working." After saying that, he raised his hand and picked up the shovel on the side and filled the hole with soil.
After filling it twice, there was a whine and the two people disappeared. The two people in the pit were stunned in fear.
The next moment, the two of them felt a flash before their eyes. They came out of the pit and came outside. Then the ropes binding their hands and feet were untied.
what happened?
Both of them were stunned. When they came back to their senses, they immediately looked around and saw two people lying on the ground. They were the same two people who had just prepared to bury them alive.
"This is?!"
They took a closer look.
"Isn't he dead?"
The two of them looked at the dark and quiet forest, except for the two of them and the two people who fell on the ground, there was no one left.
Who saved them just now, a god or a monster?
They looked at each other and then left in a panic.
At this time, Wang An, who had just passed by here and rescued them, had already climbed over the mountain and crossed a river.
Along the way, he stopped to look at the electronic map after walking a certain distance, and then continued to move forward. He also saw a few unlucky thieves, which he easily dealt with, and he made it all the way to the foot of Zhongyue Mountain.
It was still dark, and the waning moon hung like a hook on the top of the mountain. It arrived earlier than he had expected.
After checking the time, he decided to climb the mountain first and take a look at the top of the mountain. He did not climb the mountain at a hurrying speed, but slowly climbed up the mountain.
What surprised him was that on such a day, there were people waiting on the top of the mountain early to watch the sunrise.
Seeing that the sky on the horizon is getting whiter and whiter, at first it looked like a touch of white in the belly of a fish, then slowly lit up with red light, the sun showed its head, and then suddenly burst out from the sea of clouds, shining with thousands of rays.
"Beautiful!" Wang Anxin said.
At dawn, the bells also sounded from Faxing Temple.
Evening drums and morning bells,
At the beginning of the day, the monks of Faxing Temple get up to do morning prayers and then have breakfast.
The monks have already started busy in the kitchen. There are more than 200 monks living in Faxing Temple, among other things. However, it takes a lot of effort to prepare three meals a day for these 200 people.
This morning, a strange layman came to Xiangji Kitchen for breakfast early in the morning. This surprised them a little. They thought he was a pilgrim living in the temple, so they prepared fast food for him without saying anything, but
He ate quite a lot of fast food, eating bowl after bowl.
"Well, don't tell me, the vegetarian food at Faxing Temple is really good!" Wang An praised while eating.
"As a layman, going too far is not good enough. Will it hurt your body if you eat so much?"
"Hey, that's how much it is."
In the end, Wang An ate this meal with great satisfaction. The monks were stunned when they saw it. They had seen something edible, but how could they eat something they had never seen before? Is this the reincarnation of a starving ghost?
After you've eaten and drank enough, it's time to get down to business.
It was just a coincidence that he came today. The Sutra Pavilion was not open to the public today. He found out that the steward of the temple was a monk, and the other party did not let go.
"Master, I'm not looking for nothing. Why don't you look at the scriptures of Faxing Temple and give you guidance on the martial arts of the monks of Faxing Temple?"
"The donor still knows Kung Fu?" The monk laughed when Wang An said this.
Instructing the monks of Faxing Temple in Kung Fu. Where is Faxing Temple? How could they find someone as young as you to teach Kung Fu? If word of this spread, wouldn't people laugh at you?
Of course, as a Buddhist disciple, you cannot say some arrogant things.
"But he seems to look down on me."
Wang An looked at the nearby temple, and suddenly he jumped up. He suddenly rose up from the ground, went directly to the roof, and then fell down again.
The monk's expression immediately changed when he saw this.
"What do you think, Master?"
"The donor is good at Kung Fu. Faxing Temple has its own Buddhist Kung Fu, so we don't need the donor's guidance."
"Master, look at that clock." Pointing to the copper bell on the bell tower diagonally in front of him.
"What does the donor mean?" The monk was slightly startled when he heard this.
"I remember that there is a technique in Faxing Temple called the Great Vajra Palm?"
"Indeed, it is a unique skill of Hokoji Temple."
"Master, follow me."
Wang An went up to the bell tower, and the monk followed him up. Wang An took a palm in the air a few steps away from the big bell.
Boom, a bell rang, and the copper bell started to shake. The monk was stunned for an instant, and the monks who were following him were also stunned.
They could see clearly that the man in front of them could make the bell tremble with just one palm strike.
"This this"
"The power of the Great Vajra Palm, splitting the air?" The monk in charge said after he recovered from his surprise for a long time.
"Exactly, I can teach you the practice method and the secrets of it. The price is that I have to read the secret books of your Faxing Temple's exercises. I mean the real ancient books of exercises."
"I can't be the master of this matter. The donor will wait for later."
The monk left for a while, but came back not long after, and took Wang An to see Zen Master Deguang, the abbot of Faxing Temple. After a conversation, he agreed that Wang An went to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion to watch the real martial arts of Faxing Temple.
Study, but you can only read three of them, and you are not allowed to copy or take pictures. During this period, you must be accompanied by a disciple of Faxing Temple.
In exchange, Wang An told them how to practice Vajra Zen Palm, and Wang An agreed without hesitation.
To tell the truth about this palm technique, even if he taught it, not many people in Faxing Temple would be able to understand it, let alone practice it to his current state of air-splitting palm power.
The real Sutra Pavilion of Faxing Temple is not open to outsiders. Even the monks in their temple rarely have the opportunity to see the scriptures in the real Sutra Pavilion. A considerable part of the scriptures are no longer available.
Here, it was moved to other places for protection.
The "Golden Bell" and "The Indestructible Magic" that Wang An saw were rare originals.
It's the original but it's also a fragment. Yes, "The Golden Bell" is barely complete, but "The Indestructible Power of the King" is incomplete, and the following pages have been burned.
The first thing he watched was "The Indestructible Magic Kung Fu". This method is practiced from the outside in. In addition to the exercises, corresponding medicines are also needed to coordinate. It looks a bit like Li Xixiao's method of practicing kung fu. This is
There's some trouble.
Then he looked at the "Golden Bell" technique. This technique also required drugs at the beginning, and it required continuous external blows to improve one's ability to resist blows. The description of the subsequent technique actually aroused
Wang An’s attention.
The meaning of this golden bell cover is that the practitioner's whole body seems to be covered with a golden bell, so he can be invulnerable to weapons, water and fire.