Zhao Wuji was embedded in the wall, staring at the empty space in disbelief. He looked light and fluttery, with no power at all. His moves were very ordinary and he could break them easily, but it was so weird that he didn't know how he got the move.
"Ah——!" He roared, broke out with a "bang", and rushed into the silence again.
Jikong stepped forward to meet him and punched him in the head. "Bang", Zhao Wuji flew back to where he was before and was buried a little deeper. His eyes widened in disbelief.
Jikong slowly closed his fist and hummed: "Zhao Wuji, this is not a place for you to show off your power, get out of here!"
He was surprised and happy. His previous feeling was indeed correct. In an hour, he practiced the boxing technique tens of thousands of times. In reality, he could perform it easily at will. It was a completely subconscious movement and he did not need to think about it directly.
Come out, the power is amazing.
Zhao Wuji's martial arts skills were far superior to his own. He had never thought that he could defeat Zhao Wuji so easily. It was truly unbelievable and miraculous.
No one else would believe this when I told it, it was so amazing.
"Arhat Fist?" Zhao Wuji slowly broke away and sneered: "I underestimated you!"
Jingkong frowned and looked at him. Zhao Wuji twisted his neck and turned around, making a sound like frying beans.
When Dong came to the building, Mr. Hu stopped stroking his beard, frowned and said, "This local Zhao Wuji is very powerful!"
Zheng Yuanwai nodded: "Although Jingkong has acquired exquisite boxing skills, his cultivation level is still far behind. Hitting Zhao Wuji with his fist will just scratch his itch."
Mr. Hu frowned and said, "What should we do? If this continues, Jikong will eventually suffer."
"This set of Arhat Boxing was taught by Master Zhan Ran. There must be other methods." Zheng said.
"I hope so." Mr. Hu clutched his long beard and stared outside the building.
Zhao Wuji walked slowly, approaching him step by step. He stood there in silence, staring at him with squinted eyes, his expression unmoving.
Zhao Wuji grinned: "You are so brave, give me another slap! Drink!"
This loud shout was like a thunderclap, and the eyes of everyone around him went dark. When the light returned to their eyes, Zhao Wuji's palm had already reached Ji Kong's chest.
Jikong took a step diagonally and threw his fist like a meteor. It seemed to be slow, but it hit Zhao Wuji's heart at once.
"Bang!" Zhao Wuji flew backwards again and crashed into the wall, missing his previous position by one foot.
The silence was like an arrow shot out of the string. Before Zhao Wuji could react, his fist came down again and hit Zhao Wuji's heart again. The "bang" was like beating a drum, and Zhao Wuji's body seemed to be empty.
Mr. Hu was stroking his beard and praised: "What a powerful punch. When did Jikong get to such a high level?"
This is due to the strength of the fist being practiced to the point of beating a cow across a mountain. The strength of the fist passes through the first layer of obstacles and falls on the second layer, causing such an abnormal sound.
"It seems like Master Zhanran's creation!" Zheng Yuanwai exclaimed, "I'll ask Xiao Si to become my master too!"
"Master Zhanran may not think highly of Xiaosi!" Mr. Hu said with a smile, stroking his beard.
Zhao Wuji spurted out a bloody arrow, obviously injured. Mr. Hu relaxed, stroking his beard and smiling.
Zheng Yuanwai said: "The Master is in front of me. It would be a pity to miss him. Let's take a look at his creation!"
While the two were talking, Ji Kong punched out again, also from Zhao Wuji's heart. Zhao Wuji once again spurted out a blood arrow and closed his eyes.
"Jikong, stop fighting!" Zheng Xiaosi rushed over and hugged him: "If someone is killed, you will break the precept!"
Jikong suddenly came to his senses, stopped struggling, and glared at Zhao Wuji bitterly: "Mother, let this grandson be spared today!"
"Oral virtue! Oral virtue!" Zheng Xiaosi shouted hurriedly: "You should accumulate some oral virtue, you are now a disciple of Master Zhanran!"
Jikong patted his mouth and glared at Zhao Wuji: "Xiaosi, please help find a doctor to take a look and save his life!"
"Don't worry!" Zheng Xiaosi nodded hurriedly: "We will never let him die!"
Ji Kong turned his head and glanced at everyone, and hummed: "This Zhao Wuji is a gangster, everyone should be careful at night, the door should be closed tightly!"
Everyone clapped and cheered, and someone shouted: "Qi Er, you have become more capable!"
Jikong smiled and said, "It's just a small test. Master has temporarily taught me a set of boxing techniques. It will be a piece of cake to deal with this Zao Wuji!"
"Master Zhanran still knows martial arts?" someone asked.
Jingkong said proudly: "Master, he has profound Buddhist teachings, vast supernatural powers, and also very profound martial arts!"
"Master Zhanran is really amazing..." Everyone praised him one after another.
Jingkong smiled happily when he heard them praising his master. He went into the restaurant and said goodbye to Mr. Hu and Zheng, and then returned to Yuanxin Temple, where everything was left to Zheng Xiaosi.
Jikong walked back with a light body. Thinking back on his previous experiences along the way, he felt baffled and a little unbelievable.
Is the person who defeated Zhao Wuji just now really him? It seems like he had a dream, in which he was so powerful that he defeated Zhao Wuji.
But Zhao Wuji had profound cultivation and powerful martial arts, how could he beat him?
Every move, every move, I can't catch now when I think about it. At that time, I just used the boxing skills naturally, it was a completely subconscious reaction, without thinking.
If he thought about it, he might not be able to deal with Zhao Wuji. He had mastered a set of exquisite boxing techniques without knowing it, which was truly magical.
Did he really defeat Zhao Wuji? Did he really defeat him with his boxing skills?!
He had been thinking about this problem and unknowingly returned to Yuanxin Temple and saw the master in front of the main hall slowly performing a set of boxing techniques, which was the Arhat Boxing he had learned.
He stood still and quietly watched his master's boxing skills, appreciating the fun of them.
Li Muchan slowly withdrew his fist, looked at him calmly, and said warmly: "Jingkong, you win?"
"Yes, Master." Jingkong nodded respectfully.
Li Muchan flicked the monk's robe: "Kill him?"
Jikong shook his head and said, "This disciple dare not break the precepts, so spare his life."
Li Muchan paused slightly and nodded thoughtfully: "Well, you know the rules and know when to stop, which is rare! Then you hurt him?"
Jingkong nodded and said: "The disciple injured him, but Zheng Xiaosi will find a doctor for treatment, so it doesn't matter."
Li Muchan asked: "When will he recover?"
"Although he fainted, his injuries were not serious and it shouldn't take long." Ji Kong said.
Li Muchan shook his head: "You are wrong."
"Disciple is wrong?" Jingkong was startled and said, "Master said he should be killed?"
Li Muchan said: "It's not worth breaking the killing prohibition for such a person. You should kill him to avoid doing evil in the future. This is a meritorious deed."
Jikong thought for a while, nodded slowly, turned around and left. Li Muchan waved his hand: "Forget it, time will never come again, I missed the opportunity, let's talk about it next time."
"I'm afraid he will escape." Ji Kong said.
Li Muchan shook his head: "Find someone to keep an eye on him, and then take action when he escapes."
"...Yes." Jikong hesitated, nodded slowly, and glanced at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Are you surprised?"
"I didn't expect Master to be so enlightened." Jing Kong smiled.
Li Muchan said: "Punishing evil and promoting good, and subjugating demons are what Buddhist disciples do. However, the killing prohibition cannot be broken at will. It will hinder your future practice. It is foolish to break the killing prohibition for someone you can kill. The martial arts order is abolished."
It cannot do evil."
"Master, some people are born evil, and they can still be evil even without martial arts." Jing Kong said.
Li Muchan smiled: "Then his hands and feet will be crippled."
"Disciple understands!" Ji Kong smiled.
It seems that this master is not a pedantic good man, who is good at thunder, rain and dew. He is a real master. Unlike the old monk before, he only talks about kindness and cannot teach evil people when he sees them.
Li Muchan said: "You have practiced Arhat Boxing before, but your cultivation is still too poor. This boxing is the internal force and mind technique. You should practice more."
"Yes, Master." Jing Kong nodded and said, "This Arhat Boxing is really a powerful boxing technique. I will definitely practice it well, Master, don't worry!"
Li Muchan nodded softly: "I'm not here every night. If something urgent happens, just crush this and call me."
He took out a white jade pendant from his arms and handed it to him, saying: "I will stay in the town for two months and leave in two months to go to Fenghua City."
"Yes." Jikong took the jade pendant with both hands.
Li Muchan said: "In these two months, you will not be promoted to Grandmaster, so our relationship as master and disciple is over."
"Ah——!?" Jikong was shocked.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Work hard."
"Master?" Jingkong scratched his head and said in embarrassment: "Becoming a master in two months, this... this..."
Li Muchan said: "The mental method of this Luohan Quan is extremely profound. If you practice hard, there is a glimmer of hope. Let's see if you can catch it."
"...Yes, Master!" Ji Kong nodded slowly.
Li Muchan waved his hand: "Go and get busy."
At night, Li Muchan disappeared from Yuanxin Temple and appeared in the small courtyard of Hengbo Island. In the courtyard, Feng Mingxue was sitting quietly, holding a cup of tea and looking at the moonlight.
The bright moon is as bright as a silver plate, and its light is like water.
"Senior sister." Li Muchan smiled.
Feng Mingxue was dressed in a snow-white Luo shirt, with a face as white as jade. She turned to look at him, glanced at him for a few times, and asked lightly: "What have you been busy with these days?"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I have found a new way of cultivation and I am trying it now."
"How is the effect?" Feng Mingxue asked.
Li Muchan nodded and said, "It seems pretty good now."
He sat across from Feng Mingxue and said with a smile: "Senior Sister, I have gained a lot from this retreat, and my skills have greatly increased!"
"Far from being a great master." Feng Mingxue shook his head.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Great masters are hard to come by. Senior sister, you are too persistent, which makes it difficult to understand and hinders your practice. You have to do it without doing anything."
"I don't understand." Feng Mingxue shook his head.
Li Muchan pondered for a moment and said: "Senior sister, seeing through the world of mortals is the biggest obstacle. In fact, the great master wants to see through all the potential dharma in the world. But now, senior sister, you are halfway through, but the next half step is very difficult. I thought
The best way is to enter the world first and then be reborn. Senior sister, you have never entered the world, so you cannot be reborn."
Feng Mingxue pondered for a moment and shook his head: "I don't understand!"
Li Muchan picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and thought for a moment: "Let's put it more clearly. Senior sister must first experience it, wallow in the world of mortals, and truly appreciate the various conditions of the world. Only then can we truly see through and understand the great master.
realm."
"What about you?" Feng Mingxue said with a smile: "You have experienced all kinds of things in the world at a young age, and have you been in the world of mortals?"
Li Muchan said: "Senior sister, although I am actually young, I have experienced a lot. I still remember all kinds of things in my previous life, but I have never told anyone about this matter."
Feng Mingxue pursed her lips and smiled: "It's full of nonsense."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "In my last life, I lived in another world where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was insufficient. The martial arts in that world were not as powerful as this world, but they paid more attention to the subtlety of moves. I had great talent and good luck, and eventually became the best in the world at a young age.
Master."
Feng Mingxue shook her head and laughed, holding the cup and taking a sip, too lazy to say more.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Senior sister, there is nothing you can do if you don't believe it. However, if you want to become a great master, you must understand the principles of how the world works. This is absolutely impossible. You will not be able to break through it even if you practice hard in seclusion for a lifetime."
"Yes, I understand." Feng Mingxue nodded softly and said, "After I retreat for a while, I will travel around the world and take a good look at the world."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "That's right. Senior sister is noble and proud and has no contact with the world. She will never become a great master."
Feng Mingxue glanced at him sideways: "What do you want to say?"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Senior sister, it's okay for a man and a woman not to be in love with each other."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Feng Mingxue rolled her eyes at him and said angrily: "You haven't been to Sister Hai's place in the past few days, have you?"
Li Muchan said: "I'm going all the way."
Feng Mingxue waved her hand: "Okay, I got it, I'm going back."
In the early morning of the next day, Li Muchan returned to the meditation room. He was sitting on the couch and wanted to practice for a while when the sound of silent footsteps came from outside and stopped outside the door: "Master."
Li Muchan said: "Come in."
Ji Kong pushed the door open and came in, lowered his head and said: "Master, Zheng Xiaosi also wants to become a disciple."
Li Muchan shook his head: "He is not a member of my family, so he doesn't have to waste his time and can just be a rich man honestly."
"Master, Zheng Xiaosi also has a chivalrous heart." Ji Kong said hurriedly.
Li Muchan said: "It's just a waste of time. He has been rich since he was a child and has no sincerity. It's hard to achieve anything. It's just a waste of time. It's better to be an ordinary person."
"Master..." Jingkong was unwilling.
Li Muchan muttered: "Let's do this. You call him here, and I will teach him a set of Arhat Boxing. If he can become a master, he can enter my door."
"Thank you so much, Master!" Jingkong was overjoyed and hurriedly turned around. Then he brought Zheng Xiaosi over, and Zheng Xiaosi bowed down.
Li Muchan nodded and waved over, Zheng Xiaosi came closer, Li Muchan pressed his left index finger, Zheng Xiaosi immediately closed his eyes, as if falling asleep.
Jingkong knew that the master was teaching the exercises, so he carefully stood outside the door so as not to be disturbed by others.
About an hour later, Li Muchan's voice came: "Jikong, come in."
Jikong regained his energy and hurriedly opened the door and walked in. Zheng Xiaosi was looking at him in a daze, his eyes confused, as if he didn't recognize him.
Jikong knew this feeling, as if many years had passed, the feeling of vicissitudes of life filled his heart.
He smiled and said: "Zheng Xiaosi, wake up!"
Zheng Xiaosi hesitated and said: "Qi Er..., is it now...?"
Jikong smiled and said: "You have been taught by Master. It seems like a long time has passed. In fact, it has only been an hour. It was all a dream!"
"So that's it..." Zheng Xiaosi suddenly realized, his eyes regained clarity, he turned around and prostrated on the ground: "Thank you, Master."
Li Muchan said: "If you can practice this boxing technique to become a master, then you can join my sect."
"Yes, I will definitely practice hard." Zheng Xiaosi nodded vigorously: "I will never let down the master's cultivation."
Li Muchan smiled: "Don't force yourself too hard. Not everyone is suitable for martial arts. You were born into a wealthy family, so you don't have to endure this hardship."
Zheng Xiaosi said: "Without strong martial arts, I cannot protect my family and wealth. I must practice martial arts well!"
"Well, it's good that you can figure this out." Li Muchan nodded softly: "Jikong, it will be beneficial for both of you to practice together, so go ahead."
Jikong agreed and dragged Zheng Xiaosi out.
But not long after he left, he ran to the door again and said: "Master."
Li Muchan was observing the body, and when he heard this, he opened his eyes: "What's the matter?"
"Master, Aunt Zhao is here." Jingkong said outside the door without opening the door: "Aunt Zhao is here to ask Master for help."
"Hmm -?" Li Muchan frowned, disappeared in a flash, and appeared in front of Ji Kong: "What's going on?"
He asked as he walked out, and Jingkong followed him closely, saying: "Aunt Zhao has a daughter, and the mother and daughter depend on each other. However, this girl has been weak since she was a child. She has been sick all year round and has to take medicine to support her. She has survived for more than ten years.
, I’m afraid it won’t work now.”
"How old are you?" Li Muchan asked.
"I'm fifteen or sixteen now," Ji Kong said.
Li Muchan quickly arrived in front of the main hall and saw an old woman kneeling on the green brick floor in front of the main hall. Her gray cloth clothes were clean and neat, and she did not look like a poor family.
But she looked very old as she knelt there, her body swaying and ready to collapse at any moment.
Li Muchan came forward and titheed: "Donor Zhao, it doesn't have to be like this, let's go."
"Master..." Aunt Zhao raised her head and said gratefully: "Master, are you willing to treat my poor girl?"
Li Muchan saw that her hair was gray and her face was wrinkled, and she looked to be in her sixties. He sighed secretly, smiled and nodded: "Do your best, Donor Zhao, please——!"
He stretched out his hand to support the old lady, and suddenly a gurgling amount of internal energy was injected into her, calling her to life. Aunt Zhao felt warm all over her body, and her body suddenly became clear and weak, as if she had become more than ten years younger.
Her confidence suddenly increased and she said gratefully, "Thank you, Master."
Li Muchan smiled and helped her out while asking about her daughter's condition. However, she was suffering from lung disease and her body was weak. She would not be able to survive this time.
She was already in despair, but then someone recommended Li Muchan, saying that Master Zhanran had great supernatural powers and could do things that others could not do, and he might be able to save her life.
Aunt Zhao was like a drowning person who saw a straw and wanted to grab it no matter what, so she came early, knelt down and begged, asking Li Muchan to save her.
Li Muchan didn't say much, he held her up with his inner strength, and with the wind at his feet, he quickly went down the mountain to the small town, and entered a house at the east end of the town.
Aunt Zhao opened the door and shouted: "Jing'er, the master is here!"
"Cough cough cough cough..." A series of coughs came from the house. Li Muchan took a look at the small courtyard. It was neat, clean and somewhat elegant.
Aunt Zhao took a few steps faster and entered the room through the curtain. The coughing gradually subsided. Li Muchan opened the curtain and went in. The light in the room was bright and soft. Sitting on the kang was a thin little girl with a face as pale as paper. She was looking at him curiously.
, the eyes are bright, but the breath is weak and may be cut off at any time.
Li Muchan smiled and nodded, then went to the edge of the Kang and put his hand on her wrist. A wisp of inner energy like a thread penetrated in and quickly circled back.