When Cheng Xin heard that I asked about the Yi Jin Jing, she couldn't help being surprised and said: "Why did my uncle ask about the Yi Jin Jing? There are seventy-two unique skills in our temple. Can't my uncle be satisfied?"
I smiled and said: "We also talked about this last time on Mount Wutai. Look at my internal strength. It's useless to practice any martial arts. It's all in vain. I heard that only the Yi Jin Jing can bring out the best in my internal strength."
Power, so I asked you to find out where the Yi Jin Jing is, I want to start practicing it first."
Cheng Xin closed her eyes, clasped her hands and said, "Amitabha, Master, the Yi Jin Sutra has been lost from the temple for hundreds of years, and Master's nephew has disappeared." I don't believe what he said. From the last exchange with the Eighteen Arhats,
I have seen that they are not telling the truth. The Yi Jin Jing must still be in the Shaolin Temple, but this old bald donkey refuses to hand it over.
I stared at his face and said, "Monks don't lie, nephew, are you lying to me?" Cheng Xin's face turned red, but she refused to say anything more. She kept reciting the sutra, thinking about begging again.
The Bodhisattva forgave him for his panic. This old guy was dishonest, and I guess I couldn’t get any useful information from him. I suddenly thought of the old monk Cheng Guan from Prajna Hall. Cheng Guan is an honest man and has never left the Shaolin Temple in his life.
It's not fair to say that, he should be easier to deal with than Cheng Xin.
When I had an idea, I stopped embarrassing Cheng Xin, made a haha, and withdrew. I ran directly to the Prajna Hall and found Cheng Guan. When we met, I said, "Senior nephew Cheng Guan, I have something to ask you.
You must tell me the truth." Cheng Guan said: "Uncle, what do you want to ask?"
I went straight in and said, "There is a copy of the Yi Jin Jing in the temple. Do you know where it is?" Cheng Guan raised his head, thought about it, and said, "It seems to be at the abbot's place. Uncle, why are you asking this?"
I was overjoyed when I heard this and said, "It turns out there really is." Cheng Guan nodded and said, "Of course, it was when my uncle was here. He sent dozens of monks and spent a lot of effort to find the place. Later, my uncle
After passing away, it should be in the hands of senior abbot brother."
I wondered: "Is it so difficult that you haven't even seen it?" Cheng Guan shook his head and said: "No, no one in the temple seems to have seen it, but the abbot brother once orally taught us some Yi Jin Jing practice methods."
I was overjoyed and said: "That's great, tell me first. How to practice." Cheng Guan said: "Uncle, haven't you practiced before?" I said: "I just entered the temple not long ago, don't
When it comes to the Yi Jin Jing, I haven’t even practiced basic kung fu.” Cheng Guan scratched his head and said, “If this is the case, my uncle can’t practice the Yi Jin Jing first, and must start learning from Shaolin Changquan.”
What a troublesome monk, I said anxiously: "If I could practice other martial arts, I wouldn't have to worry about finding the Yi Jin Jing to practice." Cheng Guan asked curiously: "Why is this?" I sighed and stretched out my arms.
"You will know if you feel my pulse." Cheng Guan stretched out two fingers and placed them on my pulse. After a while, he frowned and started thinking. After a while, Cheng Guan let go of his hand and shook his head.
, smacked his lips and said: "Uncle Master's pulse is really strange."
I quickly asked: "What's so strange? Let me tell you." Cheng Guan said: "Uncle Master's body contains the internal strength of our Shaolin sect, which is pure and powerful. However, this is supposed to be the inner strength of pure yang. Master Nephew
But I feel that there seems to be some confusion between yin and yang. Even the yin force has the upper hand." I was surprised: "You mean, I practice pure yang internal power, but I get the internal power of yin?" Cheng Guan said: "That's not possible either.
It is considered to be the cause of yin. It is the blending of yin and yang, which promotes each other but does not conflict with each other. It is really strange." I didn't understand and asked: "What does that mean?" Cheng Guan said: "These two forces of yin and yang, in
Uncle Master's body nourishes each other, which means that even if Uncle Master doesn't practice Kung Fu, his internal strength will continue to increase."
I was overjoyed when I heard this. I always thought that I was different from ordinary people and that I couldn't learn advanced martial arts, which was a big disadvantage. But it turns out that I am so talented, haha, I can increase my internal strength without practicing.
I smiled broadly and said, "So that's it. I thought I had a hard life and couldn't do anything in martial arts. However, according to what you said, my internal strength is pretty good. Why can't I use it?"
Can it come out?" Cheng Guang asked curiously: "Is there such a thing?" I said: "It can't be said that it can't be used, but after using it, the effect is very bad. I don't know why." Cheng Guang couldn't understand.
, wants me to try punching him.
I asked him to take a good posture, targeted his Fengshi point, and slapped it with a light palm. I heard a muffled bang, accompanied by Cheng Guang's scream, and a handful of old bones fell to the ground.
Then he stood up, shook his head, and said: "Uncle Master's palm identified the acupoints very accurately, and the internal force it released was also good. When the acupuncture points were hit, Master Nephew felt huge pain all over his body, which was simply unbearable. At the same time,
He suddenly lost consciousness and fell to the ground. After a while, the acupuncture points recovered, and it seemed that they could not seal the acupoints."
I said: "Yes, that's it. I can never restrain a person by tapping acupoints, I can only knock him over." Chengguang thought for a long time and said: "After much thinking, my nephew can't figure it out. He can't figure out what is going on.
What's the reason?" I let out a long sigh and said, "I've been troubled by this matter. My nephew, tell me, if I practice the Yi Jin Jing, can I make some changes?" Cheng Guang said, "I don't know either.
However, other martial arts in Shaolin Temple may not be helpful to my uncle. Practicing the Yi Jin Jing may be useful."
It seems that I can only practice the Yi Jin Jing. However, the scriptures are in the hands of Abbot Huicong. This old monk is very shrewd. If I go to ask him, I don’t know if he will be willing to hand it over to me for practice. I don’t care.
Let’s try it first before talking.
Immediately I left the Prajna Hall and went straight to find Huicong. Huicong was meditating in the Zen room. When I came to him, I called out softly: "Senior brother." Huicong ignored him, so I had to sit down opposite him and wait for half an hour.
After an hour, Hui Cong finally said: "Junior brother, what do you want from me when you come here?"
I put on a smile and said, "Brother, I want to ask you something." Huicong said, "If you want to go down the mountain to make good friends, you can go at any time. You don't have to come and tell me." I said, "No,
I have something else to ask you for." Huicong then opened his eyes, looked at me and said, "Junior brother, I don't know if I have anything to say."
I said: "It's like this, you see, I am also your junior brother after all, a senior monk of obscure generation in Shaolin Temple. How can I do it without some kung fu when I am away from home? I just asked all the junior brothers in the temple and they all said, I
If you want to practice advanced martial arts, you must practice the Yi Jin Jing, so I came to you and wanted to borrow the Yi Jin Jing to read." Huicong's eyes lit up and he said: "How did you know that the Yi Jin Jing is here with me?
?" I laughed and said: "My nephews all said that you are the one who holds the Yi Jin Jing. Really, I didn't lie to you. They really said that. They also said that they often see you hiding in the room alone.
I'm secretly looking through it."
Huicong smiled slightly, closed his eyes again, and stopped talking. Seeing that he was about to enter samadhi again, I hurriedly said: "Senior brother, please don't be too busy sitting in meditation. What do you want to say? Please give me some pleasant words."
Can it be done with just one sentence?" Huicong didn't answer, and finally decided on his grandmother's decision.
I had no choice but to wait aside again. After waiting for two full hours, I didn't see any movement from him. The bell rang outside for dinner, but the old guy didn't move. I cursed in my heart: "Starve to death, you old bald donkey."
, let’s just waste it here, I don’t believe you can sit here for the rest of your life.”
It really made me say that Huicong could really endure it. He sat there for four or five hours. I lay down next to him and fell asleep. When I woke up, he was still in trance. I reached out and poked under his nose.
, he was still alive and not dead. Seeing that it was getting dark outside, he couldn't help but feel angry. He couldn't help but said: "Brother, I am your junior brother. Even the nephews in the temple, you have taught some Yijin
After giving it to them, why don't you let me learn it? You see, I have been waiting for almost a day. We are all monks, so at least give me some face."
Seeing that he didn't respond, I said again: "Although you accepted me as a disciple for the master, I have never met him. How can I say that I am also a closed disciple of the master? The master is in heaven. Seeing you bullying my little brother like this,
Wouldn't the old man be angry? When you die, I don't think you will have the dignity to see him."
After a while, I still saw that he was still motionless. I sighed, knelt down in front of him, and cried: "Brother, please do me a favor. Just let me take a look. I will take a look. This is always the case."
It’s done, you have pity on me, a little monk with no father and no mother... Wuwu..."
After crying for a long time, I didn't see him being moved. He was furious, jumped up, and cursed: "Old thief, you can't hand it over. If you don't behave honestly, I will tear your old bones apart."
He pulled out the dagger, shook it in front of him, and wiped it on his face a few times. Seeing that it had no effect, he looked around, moved a chair, jumped on it, took off his pants, and shouted: "Old thief, if you don't pay me, you won't pay me."
Come out, I'm going to pee on your head!"
He bluffed the old monk a few times over his head, but he didn't let the old monk move. He was very discouraged. He pulled up his pants, jumped down, moved the chair away, and said slowly: "You forced me to do this. When it comes to this,
Now, I have to say, in fact, I am... your biological son who has been separated for many years. Dad, I have found you." He suddenly threw himself on him and cried: "Dad, don't you remember me?
, I am Xiaobao, I am Xiaobao!!!!!”
This trick didn't work either. I really had no other choice. I lay down next to Huicong, lifted one foot up, put it on his shoulder, and said feebly: "Good brother, it's just a scripture, why are you so stingy?"
, I just took a look at it, and I didn’t say I won’t pay you back. At worst, I’ll treat you to drinking and prostitution. That’s fine. If you’re still not satisfied, I’ll pay you one hundred thousand taels, or two hundred thousand or three hundred thousand taels.
Yes, as long as you put up the price. Or I can buy the entire Shaolin Temple within a hundred miles and donate it to our temple, so that we don’t have to give food to pilgrims in the future."
He was chatting with Huicong about the price, and fell asleep before he knew it——
Hui Cong secretly said: "Junior brother Hui Ming is very eager to seek advice and has tried every method. Judging from the shrewd look on his face, he just doesn't understand. The land I want is a recommendation vote. It's useless to talk to me about silver real estate. The kiln sister is useless.
, if you don’t come up with the recommendation vote, let alone say that he is my biological son, even if he is my biological grandson, it will not work.”