Volume 3 Chapter 50: If you want to practice magic skills, you don't have to come from the palace
Volume 3 Chapter 50: You don’t have to commit suicide if you want to practice magic skills
I didn't sleep well in the middle of the night. I woke up several times and never forgot to talk to Huicong. The old man was really able to keep his composure. He stayed up all night and sat there with me, and there was even a toilet in between.
Even if it doesn't work, I secretly admire the old monk's endurance.
At dawn, I suddenly felt someone move on my body. I had not slept deeply, so I suddenly woke up and saw that my head was resting on Huicong's lap. I sat up hurriedly. Huicong finally moved.
After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes and said: "Junior brother, there are many profound martial arts in this temple, why do you insist on learning the Yi Jin Jing?"
Seeing that he finally spoke, I was overjoyed and said hurriedly: "There is nothing we can do about this. I have asked several apprentices in the temple. They said that my internal strength is different from ordinary people. Nothing I learn will be effective. I can only
Practice the Yi Jin Jing, otherwise I won’t trouble senior brother.”
Huicong listened to what I said and closed his eyes again. I felt cold in my heart. Damn it, the old guy is even more hateful than that Yulin man. How could he have gone into trance again and won't spend another day with me? But he just told me
Having said that, I didn’t dare to have an attack for the moment, so I could only wait aside.
After a cup of tea, Huicong opened his eyes, and I was overjoyed. Huicong said: "Buddha saves a destined person, my junior brother's internal strength is different, and it is impossible to practice superior martial arts without the Yi Jin Jing. It can be regarded as a close relationship with this temple."
The treasure is destined, and Lao Na should not stop it. However, there are still some difficulties in the process, which is quite embarrassing for Lao Na." I was mixed with joy and sorrow, and said hurriedly: "What difficulties are there, you should speak up quickly, and we can work together.
Find a way."
Huicong didn't answer and stood up. He walked to a corner of the meditation room, took out a thin scripture book from the table, folded it back and handed it to me, saying: "This is the Yi Jin Jing**, take a look.
"I hurriedly opened it and flipped through a few pages. I saw that the scriptures were very new. They were all unfamiliar and difficult to understand. I was confused. I said, "Brother, you lied to me. The Yi Jin Jing has been circulated for hundreds of years. It should be very important."
How could it be so worn out?" Huicong said, "This was copied by Lao Na according to the original text, word for word."
I folded the scriptures and threw them aside. I thought to myself: "The copied scriptures are of no use. I remember Jin Da mentioned it in some book. Hidden in the pages of the Yi Jin Jing are diagrams for practicing exercises. When it comes into contact with water, it will
When it appears, you just copied it to me, without a diagram, how can I practice it?"
I looked unhappy and said, "Senior brother, I am the only one who can teach me how to practice. There are practice diagrams in the scriptures, so don't try to deceive me into not knowing." Huicong sat down and said, "Amitabha. Junior brother, the Yi Jin Sutra.
It is the treasure of this temple. Over hundreds of years, it changed hands and was eventually lost and recovered. It has been damaged a lot. As you said, there are diagrams drawn in the scriptures, but the diagrams need to be placed in water to be revealed. If you practice
To read the Yi Jin Jing, it is rare to place the book in the water all the time. This important treasure of the Buddha should not be destroyed in your hands. That is why Lao Na has been reluctant to agree. Junior brother, this book is far more important than the martial arts inside. You
Understandable."
I nodded and said: "So that's it. I blamed you wrongly. However, we are not collecting antiques. If we keep the scriptures without practicing the martial arts in them, what's the point of keeping the scriptures? Senior brother, I
I know that you feel sorry for the scriptures and are afraid that they will be damaged, so I have an idea. Do you think this is a good idea? We can only wet the scriptures once and never touch them again. It's alright."
Huicong said: "How can you practice the inner strength with only one exposure to water?" I smiled and said: "Who said I have to practice according to the scriptures? You can copy it down, why can't you think of it?
Also copy the patterns? We only need to wet the scriptures once and draw the patterns inside. Then we can practice with the copies in the future, and the scriptures can be preserved. We only wet them once, and I don’t think we will be able to copy the scriptures.
Broken."
Huicong thought for a long time, hesitated, and then I said: "In this way, all the monks in the temple can learn, and everyone's martial arts can be improved. Although our Shaolin Temple has many good players, it can really be called the best in the world.
First of all, there are a few people. Senior brother, the important task of carrying forward the Shaolin Temple's martial arts depends entirely on you." Huicong was very tempted and said: "Lao Na showed a map once, and there were dozens of drawings in it.
How can you finish the painting if you only wet it once?"
I smiled and said, "You wouldn't just wet one page at a time, and then wet the next side after you finished drawing, and it would be knotted." Huicong looked happy and said, "Thanks to my junior brother for reminding me, Lao Na didn't think of this."
First floor." Then I stood up, picked up the futon under my seat, and pulled it gently. The futon cracked, revealing a yellowed scripture. My eyes lit up and I was ecstatic. This was the legendary Di Yi Jin.
The old man was really cunning and hid the scriptures under his butt. No wonder he meditated in the house every day and rarely went out. It turned out that he was guarding the scriptures.
I quickly ran outside to fetch a basin of water, put it on the desk, closed the door, Huicong spread out the paper and pen, grinded the ink, opened the book, folded out a page and soaked it in the water. Soon there was a
The pattern of the monk appeared. Huicong did not dare to neglect, and quickly drew it. The old man's drawing was good, and the pen came very quickly. He had finished the drawing before the pattern disappeared. I was very excited and was about to wet the second page.
, but Huicong refused, insisting on waiting for the page to dry before drawing again the next day. He had no choice but to watch him use several pieces of thick rice paper to sandwich the wet page between the front and back of the scripture.
Huicong hid the scriptures and said: "Junior brother, let's continue painting tomorrow. You can go back and practice this picture today. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me." I folded the page hurriedly.
He put it in his arms and said, "Thank you very much, senior brother. I will go back to practice right now and come back to you tomorrow."
After leaving the door, I jumped three feet high, ran back to the meditation room quickly, bolted the door, and started practicing the exercises according to the pictures, regardless of my hunger.
The figure in the picture has a weird posture, with thin lines drawn on the body, connecting the major points. I followed the posture and moved the internal force through the body as shown in the picture. It is very strange, I have done unknown things about how to operate the internal force.
How many times have I tried it, and I have never encountered any obstacles, but according to the posture in the picture, I still can't move my inner power freely.
I tried a few more times, but it still didn't work. I felt that the guilt was running into my stomach, and I could no longer move forward. I gritted my teeth, gathered all my inner strength in one place, and rushed hard. Suddenly I felt like I was being hit hard in my chest.
His throat felt sweet, a large mouthful of blood spurted out, his eyes darkened, and he passed out.
After waking up for a long time, I stood up and moved around. I saw that nothing was wrong. Then I felt relieved, but I didn't dare to practice anymore. I lay down to rest for a while, went to the kitchen to order some steamed buns, and ate them with pickles. I returned to the room.
, couldn't help but feel itchy, and took a good posture again, with the mentality of giving it a try, success will be achieved, and it will not fail. I started to work carefully. This time, I paid more attention. The internal force circulated into the belly, but it passed unimpeded. All of a sudden, it was over.
I rushed over and felt happy, so I continued to practice according to the diagram. I encountered no obstacles after that, and it ran smoothly for a week.
It seemed that this level was over. I struck while the iron was hot and ran it dozens of times in one breath. Then I stood up. I felt that the internal energy was rushing through my body. My limbs were all smooth and comfortable, and every pore was comfortable. Did you like it?
Zisheng wanted to touch it on his body to test the effect. He waved his hand lightly and hit the Fengshi point on the side of his leg. Suddenly he felt an unbearable pain all over his body. With a bang, he fell to the ground and immediately felt uncomfortable.
The feeling disappeared and I got up. It still didn't work. I thought this was the first day and I needed to take my time. Don't rush. I believe it will be effective in the future.
After a short rest, I continued to practice without stopping until dawn the next day. I realized that I had memorized the diagram in my mind, so I went to find Huicong, returned the drawing to him, and drew a second one with him.
, returned to the meditation room to continue practicing. The postures in the second picture are different from the first one, and there are some difficulties in practicing. Fortunately, I had the first experience and still used my inner strength to rush. This time it was quite effortless.
I didn't vomit blood and didn't faint. I guess it was the result of practicing the first chart the day before.
In the next few days, I barely slept. Every time I got a new picture, I practiced harder. The more I practiced, the more energetic I became, and I didn’t feel sleepy at all. However, I tried acupuncture a few more times, but there still didn’t seem to be any results.
I don't care about the effect, so I don't believe it. After I finish practicing the Yi Jin Jing, I still can't kill anyone.
On the sixth day, after practicing the exercises in the morning, I left the Zen room to stretch my muscles. Suddenly, I felt a bright light appeared in front of my eyes. The internal energy surged in my body. I couldn't help opening my mouth and shouting. This long roar shook the world and scared me.
It jumped, but it couldn't stop, so I had to cover my ears and roar loudly. After almost a meal, my body gradually calmed down, and then I stopped whistling, and I was amazed.
Many monks in the temple were alarmed, and many monks of the Jing generation came to take a peek. When they saw that it was me who made the strange noise, they couldn't help but talk about it. When we arrived at Huicong's room, Huicong already knew about it and said happily: "I just heard the whistling sound.
I thought that my nephew had made great progress in internal energy and breathed strong energy, but I didn't expect that it was his junior brother. Junior brother has improved his internal skills in a few days, which is very gratifying." Hearing his praise, I was naturally happy and even more excited.
I was so excited that I drew another picture and went back to practice.
After more than twenty days of this, Huicong finally finished drawing all the patterns in the sutra. I also continued to practice and practiced all the diagrams. After practicing every day, I had different feelings. Sometimes I felt that my inner strength was as huge*
, waves surge through the body, sometimes like a stream, but endless, and sometimes there is no feeling at all, as if there is no internal force. I think this is the wonder of the Yi Jin Jing.
Finally, I finished practicing all the sutras. In the afternoon of that day, I hid in the meditation room and practiced all the postures in sequence based on my memory. I suppressed my excitement, got into a good posture, slowly raised my palms, and poured out my inner strength.
Move it to the palm of your hand, gently tap the Fengshi point on the side of your leg, and as your palm touches your thigh, send your internal energy in...