Lu Zhengkang is quite satisfied with his newly created palm technique, but he actually understands that it cannot be regarded as a martial art. At best, it is a waste of inner strength. There are often fallacies and mistakes in this palm technique, and the only one that stands out is
The grand divine will of Mount Xumi and the pulling effect of innate Qi on natural vitality.
A strong divine will means that the enemy will be frightened, and if he cannot break through the mental pressure, it will be impossible to dodge.
The interaction between heaven and earth means that the power of this palm will become stronger and stronger as time goes by before it hits the target. It will not be until Lu Zhengkang's Qi is withdrawn that the power of the palm will disappear.
This palm technique can be said to have unlimited potential. The premise is that Lu Zhengkang can lay a good foundation, become a martial arts master, and continuously improve this martial arts. Only in this way can he show infinite power.
Zen Master Zi Xing, who had been lurking in the woods, jumped up to Liantian Peak, pretending to be in a hurry, glanced at the monks with happy faces, and then approached Lu Zhengkang with a smile on his face.
In front of me, "Just now was the Bodhisattva waving his palms? The poor monk said why suddenly a vision came from the sky. It turned out to be the Buddha's great achievement. It is really gratifying and congratulatory..."
Lu Zhengkang felt helpless at the old bald donkey's shamelessness, "You have obviously seen it."
"Well, it's a coincidence that the poor monk just happened to be passing by, Amitabha." The abbot turned his head and glared at the accompanying monks with a straight face, "You don't practice martial arts and meditate in the temple, but you come here to disturb the Bodhisattva's purity, and you still
Don’t follow me!”
"Abbott, if you have anything to say, just tell me."
When Zen Master Zi Xing heard this, his ice melted and the snow melted, "The Bodhisattva has a wise eye, and the poor monk is indeed disturbed by worldly matters."
Once the abbot told him his troubles, Lu Zhengkang understood.
It turned out that a group of monks from other temples came to debate scriptures and fight Zen, and their purpose was not to defeat the Shaolin monks, but to defeat Lu Yuan Bodhisattva.
They want to prove that they are more wise in Buddhism than Shaolin. They hope to defeat Shaolin through sutra debate and invite the Bodhisattva to their temple.
The abbot was still very nervous about this. After all, Shaolin is said to be a Buddhist temple, but in fact the monks inside are better at martial arts. The so-called integration of Zen and martial arts actually means the combination of muscles and Buddhism. They can't defeat the group of provocative monks from other temples.
The problem is that it is very difficult to win with words.
Lu Zhengkang asked him: "Which sect are they from?"
"It's Lu Zong." The abbot looked worried.
"Then do you want to be more aggressive or more skilled?"
"Better art." When he said this, Zen Master Zi Xing's face wrinkled up.
Lu Zhengkang nodded, which was normal. After all, Zen Buddhism talks about spirituality and enlightenment. It is very difficult to discuss Buddhist cultivation with each other. They often use various obscure metaphors to express their ideological realm. The Vinaya Sect is very serious and strict, and it is honest to practice Buddhism.
To be honest, if you don’t meditate on this, if you don’t talk about Buddhist scriptures, the two parties will not be able to talk at all.
The Ji-Feng skill is bullying the guests, while the skill competition is about the ability to interpret classics, which is regarded as the basic skill of a monk. If this is the case, both parties are blameless.
"It's good to communicate more. If they want to see me, they can come. Don't stop me."
"Yes." Seeing Lu Zhengkang's final word, Zen Master Zi Xing couldn't say any more and left immediately.
The accompanying monks followed the abbot, and Lu Zhengkang stood alone on the mountain for a while, blowing in the wind, and then returned to his residence.
The small house he lives in has the style of a single dormitory. The entire interior is no more than 20 square meters. It was originally used to house monks who were on duty at the Sutra Reading Pavilion, and the conditions are very average.
It was a square house, facing south, with two thin and old wooden doors. There was some dust on the original windows, but the monks who swept them hurriedly cleaned them up and replaced them with new window paper, which was used to block the wind.
Walking into the house, Lu Zhengkang shook his head helplessly. The small house that originally only had a wooden bed and a set of tables and chairs now had various decorations.
There is a screen in front of the bed. The four fans are decorated with literati paintings of the Four Gentlemen of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum. Looking at the inscription, it turns out that it was painted by Xu Ranxue.
There are two potted plants on both sides of the screen, one is red pine and the other is camellia. The leaves are still dripping with water, looking green and lovely.
The desk was replaced with mahogany, and a small incense burner was placed on the desk. The smell of sandalwood was soothing.
There are several bronze mirror candlesticks on the wall. It will definitely be bright with a little candle at night.
Going around the screen, there is a long table behind the screen, with Lu Zhengkang's beloved antlers and a coral ornament on the shelves above.
Lu Zhengkang looked back at his bed, which had not changed much. Apart from the new bedding, there were only two more bedside tables.
There is a toilet bucket in the corner, which is also a lacquerware.
Opening the bedside table, there was a neat collection of scriptures inside, not many in number, but quite complete in variety.
As soon as he lowered his head, he saw a box under the bed, and Lu Zhengkang dragged it out.
A gold lock hangs from a carved wooden brass button, and the key is inserted into the keyhole.
After opening it, what was inside were the treasures given by the nuns at Yiguan. Except for the antlers and corals placed on the table, the remaining five items were carefully placed at the bottom of the box.
Putting the box back, Lu Zhengkang looked at his residence again.
The originally small place seemed a bit cramped.
He moved the two potted plants that took up space outside the house, and left the rest unchanged.
Soon after, the Shaolin Temple was very busy. In addition to the Qingming Festival pilgrims coming to the temple to pray, they also had to deal with the monks from the Luzong Jingye Temple who came to challenge them.
But these have nothing to do with Lu Zhengkang.
He began to practice a new internal skill, that is, Arhat Gong, which strengthens the outside and strengthens the inside.
Arhat is the abbreviation of Arhat, and they are all great practitioners.
Arhat Kung is a martial art that imitates the body movements of the Sixteen Arhats. There are golden statues of the Sixteen Arhats in the Shaolin Temple, which were cast by a senior monk. Each of them has a vivid look, generous and stretched postures, and seals on its hands. It is full of magnanimity.
, it looks like an ordinary statue, but it is actually the action of Luohan Gong.
Luohan Kung is a Vajra Internal Kung Fu. The best time of the year to practice is autumn. The best time of the day to practice is from Shen to Xu. When performing the exercises, it is best to face the west to attract the golden energy.
When changing postures, you should visualize the divine will of the Sixteen Arhats in your mind, reaching a state of external movement and internal stillness, great relaxation and great tension. This is the time when you can best increase your skill.
Practicing Arhat Gong will strengthen your body. After you achieve great success, you will be strong and strong despite the cold and heat.
After obtaining the exercises from the light-awareness place, Lu Zhengkang had one more task in his day.
Since it was inconvenient for him to practice martial arts with antlers on his head, he changed his appearance into an ordinary little monk. The antlers were blurred, the black hair on his head fell off, and he burned in mid-air and turned into flames that disappeared.
He is now considered to have a leak-free body, and all body parts will return to the upper limit after being separated.
Even the sweat after practicing the exercises turned into little bits of starlight and was annihilated.
This incarnation is always clean and fresh, free from dust.