324 The Plane of the God of Cookery, the Prosperous Martial Arts
"Amitabha, it doesn't matter if you pick it up. Only when you put it down can you emerge from the world. Junior brother who has done good deeds has enlightened!"
Watching Xing Shan strode away, Xing Chong kept a smile on his face and recited Amitabha Buddha repeatedly.
Wang Xu glanced at Xing Chong, shook his head and said nothing, and went straight to the martial arts training ground in the back mountain.
"Shaolin boxing follows a line. The boxing is tangible, but the method is invisible. It moves like the wind, stands like a pine tree, moves like an eagle attacking a rabbit, and is as quiet as the sun in the sky. The horse's steps must be steady and the punches must be fierce. Only then can the majesty of Shaolin Changquan be achieved.
.Okay, everyone, rest for half an hour, and the brothers in the kitchen will bring lunch. After lunch, we will practice Tietou Kung Fu in the afternoon!"
When Wang Xu rushed to the martial arts training ground, the Shaolin Changquan described by Zen Master Faquan had already come to an end.
When they heard that they were going to practice Tietou Kung Fu in the afternoon, the monks present were discouraged. Although they were all monks, practicing Tietou Kung Fu every day was not as interesting as the stick techniques and palm techniques.
"Disband!"
Zen Master Faquan ignored the heavy monk's frown and waved his hand to announce the disbandment.
The more than three hundred monks present sat on the ground sighing, squeezing their legs, rubbing their shoulders, and talking in low voices in twos and threes.
Zen Master Faquan looked around, shook his head helplessly, and turned towards Wang Xu's position: "Xingchi, have you finished carrying the water?"
"Uncle Master, I have finished picking."
"That's good, sit down together and I'll tell you again."
Zen Master Faquan walked to the edge of the martial arts training ground, sat on a big stone, waved his hand to Wang Xu and said: "I heard from the abbot that you are practicing the Yi Jin Jing, and you are already quite good at it, but what about this?"
?”
Wang Xu chose a stone to sit on, nodded and said, "Yes."
After receiving Wang Xu's affirmation, Zen Master Faquan said nothing and fell into thinking.
After being silent for about a few minutes, Zen Master Faquan sighed and said, "Do you know what the Yi Jin Jing means to my Shaolin Temple?"
"This..." Wang Xu hesitated a little. The Yi Jin Jing is the magical power of Shaolin Temple to suppress religion. Is this what Zen Master Faquan said?
Before he could continue to think about it, Zen Master Faquan said again: "Throughout the ages, in each generation of Shaolin disciples, at most three people have mastered the Yi Jin Jing. These three people are the future abbot of Shaolin Temple, the elder who teaches the practice, and the head of the Bodhi Temple.
This rule has never changed since our Shaolin inheritance. The number of people who can learn Yi Jin Jing can only be less, not more.
Not to mention the ancestors of the Mengzi generation, those who retreat in seclusion, those who travel, and the only one who knows how to Yi Jin Sutra is the abbot. The next generation, that is, among our Fa Zi generation, do you know how many people can Yi Jin Sutra?
Jin Jing?”
Wang Xu shook his head and said he didn't know.
Zen Master Faquan stretched out a finger, nodded at Wang Xu, and said in a deep voice: "There is only one person, the disciple of the previous elder who taught the practice, and the current Master Fa'en, the first of the Bodhi Courtyard. As for the others, like me,
The first master of Arhat Hall practices Arhat's magic skill of subduing demons. The first master of Prajna Hall, Fa Ming, practices Shaolin Boy Kung Fu. The first master of Bodhidharma Hall, Master Fa Hong, practices the magical skill of Arhat. The first master of Discipline Academy, Fa Yuan, practices
It is the magical power of dragon and elephant to subdue demons.
The abbot has not accepted any disciples, and among the disciples of the Dharma generation, no one has inherited the mantle of the abbot. The first uncle Mengfan of Bodhi Temple who took office was even trapped by love and broke out of the temple. He disappeared for forty years, and there is no news about it so far.
Wu, do you now know what your Yi Jin Jing means to Shaolin Temple?"
"Uh..." Wang Xu understood somewhat. Shaolin Temple has many magical secrets, but the one that represents the orthodox inheritance has always been the Yi Jin Jing.
Among the eminent monks of the Dharma generation, only one person can do it now, and this person is the head of the Bodhi Temple, so the possibility of becoming an abbot in the future is extremely low.
Among the Dharma generation, Master Mengyi has no disciples, and the abbot’s lineage has no successors.
In addition, Master Mengfan disappeared forty years ago, so the next abbot of Shaolin Temple is very likely to skip the monks of the Fazi generation and choose directly from the Xingzi generation.
And he comes from outside, but he knows Yi Jin Jing. I am afraid that anyone who knows some allusions will regard him as a direct disciple of Master Mengfan.
No wonder when he heard that the Yi Jin Jing was taught by a wandering monk, Master Mengyi tried every means to make him a monk. This was a misunderstanding of his origin.
"You are the current Xingzi generation disciple who is the first to master the Yi Jin Jing. The others are still under investigation. If you join the Shaolin Temple and your performance is not bad in the future, you can also compete for the position of Shaolin Abbot.
." After saying this, Zen Master Faquan left the stone and walked elsewhere.
Wang Xu looked at his back and somewhat understood why these people wanted him to become a monk.
But understanding is understanding, he is just a parallel importer, not the real descendant of the eminent monk Mengfan. There is a misunderstanding here, okay?
Moreover, if you become a monk and become a monk, even if you are the future abbot of Shaolin, you are still a monk after all.
Wang Xu didn't know what others thought, but if he was asked to knock on sutras and chant Buddha's name all day long, he would feel frightened and inexplicable. What fun would there be in this life?
"This time Zen Master Faquan came to me for a heart-to-heart talk. I don't know if it was his own intention or the intention of Master Mengwei. If it was the latter's intention, I guess even if I learn the Marrow Cleansing Sutra, I'm afraid they won't let me leave easily. This is
You are determined to make me a monk!"
Wang Xu touched his bald head and smiled secretly in his heart: "It's a pity that you have Zhang Liang's plan. I also have a wall ladder. I will leave after learning the Marrow Cleansing Sutra. Anyone who wants to be a monk can do it. If you don't believe you can
find me."
Although Master Mengwei is powerful and has martial arts skills, Wang Xu doesn't believe that he also has a shuttle door.
After learning the Marrow Cleansing Sutra, he patted his butt and left. When the time came, everyone would be in separate places, so we didn't just let him have his way.
With a strategy in mind, Wang Xu made up his mind to be a good boy and focus on learning the Marrow Cleansing Sutra.
"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"
Time flashed to noon, and the fire-headed monk in the kitchen came to the martial arts training ground carrying his food box.
The sky is huge and the earth is huge. The biggest one is the one who is full. Wang Xu and other monks also gathered around and feasted enthusiastically.
The lunch meal is a random stew, each person has a large bowl of rice, topped with soup and vegetables, which is similar to the rice bowl eaten by modern people.
After lunch and a short rest, the afternoon practice began again.
"If you want to hit someone, you must learn to take hits. The human head is the most vulnerable place. Only by practicing the skills on the head can you become invincible."
When the afternoon practice began, Zen Master Faquan came up and prepared to explain the secrets of Tietou Gong.
Among the crowd, I don't know which monk couldn't sit still. Hearing this, he answered, "Uncle Master, you said the same thing last time when you asked us to practice Iron Crotch Kung Fu. When will you teach us the Kung Fu of beating people?"
Ah, don’t we want to learn how to be beaten?”
"I can't stand even after being beaten, but I still want to learn how to hit others. Let's wait until you can stand firm!"
Zen Master Faquan gave an order, and dozens of disciples held blue stones and turned their heads, placing them in front of everyone.
In front of a person are fifty blue bricks, an uneven bluestone slab, and a bottle of special medicinal oil. These are the three magic weapons for practicing Tietou Gong.
First apply the medicated oil on your head until your head feels hot, and then start making luck.
After hitting the ten green bricks, start applying medicated oil again to absorb the medicinal properties. The whole process is repeated until the head is fine after being hit with the green bricks, and the body does not shake.
Wang Xu has learned Iron Tou Kung Fu, and has even mastered the Golden Bell Gong to a great extent. For him, Paitou is just a trivial matter.
Moreover, among the monks of the same generation, some started early and some started late.
Some of the monks who had started early had already practiced Iron Head Kung Fu. They stood on their heads on the bluestone floor and looked at the younger disciples around them with a smile and patted their heads.
Wang Xu was also one of the people who stood upside down. Seeing the people in front of him shouting loudly and slapping himself dizzy with blue bricks, he had the urge to laugh out loud.
"Xingquan, when do you think the Prajna Hall will be open to us?"
"It should be soon. The things taught in the Arhat Hall have already been learned by those of us who have started early. If the Prajna Hall does not open up, what will we learn?"
"It's not that fast. I think we have to wait a little longer. Among our monks of the Xingzi generation, there are only a dozen or so who are qualified to enter the Prajna Hall. I heard from my uncle of the Dharma generation that there are only twenty disciples of the first generation.
Only when people meet the conditions for joining Prajna Hall will we be allowed to go to Prajna Hall to learn superior martial arts."
"Twenty people, this is not easy. Now we have seventeen that meet the requirements. Just wait for three more junior brothers."
The spinning and inverted areas are divided into two areas: front and back.
Wang Xu stood upside down on the bluestone slab, looked around at the monks here, and found that including him, there were exactly seventeen of them.
All of these seventeen people are in their twenties or eighties, and a few are around thirty.
Wang Xu could tell from their breathing and eyes that they were all accomplished masters of internal skills, ranging from the lowest to the top of the first class. Most of their cultivation levels were similar to his. It was indeed a world where martial arts flourished.
"Only masters can enter the Prajna Hall!" Wang Xu's eyes were bright and he whispered: "What about the Bodhi Courtyard above the Prajna Hall and the Bodhi Courtyard above the Bodhidharma Hall?"