Qingshan Temple seems to be mentioned by the sects in the world again. Originally on Duanchen Xianyou, Xuanzheng was hiding in the mountains every day to meditate on the "Great Enlightenment of Tiangang Sutra". Qingshan Temple was mentioned in this world.
The number of times is getting less and less, but it seems that after today, Xiao
The story of a monk knocking down a soul-controlling realm with one punch will spread in the world. Although there are few geniuses who reach the soul-controlling realm before the age of twenty, they are not without it, but it seems that those who can reach the no-man realm at the age of twenty are
Really not, at least not in the world of Daliang.
The genius who once astonished the entire world, the swordsman of the former dynasty Li Taibai, has soared to a level that is simply astonishing. Even though Li Taibai has been known as the number one martial arts genius of the previous dynasty since he was a child, he also made a breakthrough at the age of twenty-one.
There is no one in the world, and the young monk's current actual age is only eighteen years old.
Moreover, Xuan Zheng has not taught the young monk any practical moves. Except for the White Crane Spreading Wings move that the young monk used just now, the young monk spent the rest of the time fighting with that silly wooden man. Others did not know, but Xuan Zheng
He knew in his heart that as his disciple, he didn't need any moves or weapons. With just his fist, he could punch a big hole in this huge world over time.
After all, the name Wujie is not called in vain. How many people have dared to change their name to Duan Chen from ancient times to the present, except for his blind master.
Cut off the dust, cut off the love and hate of the mortal world, and ignore the trivial matters of the world.
Without precepts, without precepts in the heart, he is a Buddha.
After this competition, the young monk was no longer the foolish monk who was despised by others. From that day on, no one called the young monk silly monk anymore, but called him by his Dharma name, Wujie.
The biggest dharma title of Qingshan Temple, a dharma title that surpasses Xuan Zheng and is as good as Duan Chen.
Xuan Zheng walked out of the square. The young monk followed Xuan Zheng with a big bowl. Every two steps he took, he would stop and take a bite of noodles.
All the monks in Qingshan Temple were looking at the two masters and apprentices. Just when Xuan Zheng was about to walk out of the square, the young monk suddenly turned around and shouted to the abbot: "Master abbot, please give us some rice money. Master and I will eat."
Half-moon potatoes are very unpalatable.”
The abbot was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly and agreed: "Okay, okay."
"Thank you, Abbot." The young monk saluted the abbot holding the big bowl, and then quickly followed Xuan Zheng's footsteps.
The young monk followed Xuan Zheng and disappeared from everyone's sight. Pang Liang looked into the distance and was silent for a long time before he realized that his disciple was still lying on the square. Pang Liang quickly ran to the young man in black.
next to him, then he knelt down and helped him up
The young man in black stretched out his hand and took out a pill and put it in the mouth of the young man in black. He himself was unwilling to take this pill from Qingshan Temple. Pang Liang thought it was useless, but his wife insisted on letting him bring it.
, I didn’t expect to actually use it.
"Disciple has embarrassed the master."
The young man in black looked at Pang Liang and spoke in a low voice.
"It's nothing. We are convinced that we lost this time."
Pang Liang replied with a smile, stretched out his hand to help the young man in black, and then smiled at the abbot and said: "Abbot, please tell Xuan Zheng that I, Pang Liang, do not accept Xuan Zheng, but I do accept his apprentice."
"Okay." The abbot nodded slightly.
"Gone."
Pang Liang shouted in a low voice, and then led his apprentice towards the exit of the square.
After Pang Liang left, the monks dispersed. This competition, which was originally thought to be without any suspense, ended like this.
The story of the young monk knocking down a soul master with one punch also spread among the monks.
…
"Master, what are we going back for?" the young monk followed Xuan Zheng and asked in a low voice.
"Go back and practice boxing." Xuan Zheng replied.
"Why are you still practicing boxing? Didn't I already win?" the young monk asked with some frustration.
"You won't practice if you win?" Xuan Zheng asked rhetorically.
"Can I take a day off?"
"Can't."
"Then can you eat first when you get back?"
"We don't have any rice at home."
"Okay." The young monk nodded helplessly, looked at Xuan Zheng in front of him, was silent for a moment, and then asked: "Master, can I practice other martial arts in the future?"
"Can't."
"Then can you teach me a new posture? I think the one just now was too ugly."
"What's the use of looking good?"
"Yes, it's really useless to look good." The young monk nodded slightly.
"You hit a little harder today." Xuan Zheng said suddenly.
"I only used three points of my strength." The young monk felt a little unfair.
"Talk back, don't eat today."
"But I really only used three points of my strength." The young monk became even more excited when he heard that he didn't want to eat.
"Don't eat for two days."
"I, I did strike hard." The young monk nodded in frustration.
"If you admit your mistake, you will be punished for one less day."
…
At sunset, on the ancient road, a young man holding a guzheng that was one head taller than himself was holding in his arms, following closely behind an old man, and beside the old man was a donkey.
The donkey turned to look at the young man's ferocious eyes, shook his nose helplessly, and gave up the idea of taking a rest.
"Grandpa, how long do we have to go?" The young man looked at the old man in front of him impatiently and shouted.
"It will probably take another hour." The old man replied with a smile while looking at the direction of the setting sun.
"How long does it take? I thought I could see Grandpa Qi today and have a full meal." The young man looked a little irritable, stretched out his hand and hit the donkey, shouting: "It's all your fault, if
If it weren't for you walking slowly, we would definitely be able to reach Qiqing Temple today."
The donkey looked back at the young man, and then at the living person on his body, his face full of injustice that he could not express.
"By the way, why haven't you woke up yet? You've been sleeping for more than a day."
The young man looked at Li Longqian on the donkey and asked worriedly.
"I don't know, but he..."
The old man held his beard and said half of his words.
"What's wrong with him?" the young man asked quickly.
"The injury on his body is not very serious, but for some reason, the breath in this person's body is so unstable. This is not a good sign." The old man explained.
"Is it related to the yellow light on my elder brother's body before?" the young man asked.
"have no idea."
The old man shook his head slightly.
"Then grandpa, won't you save him?"
"I'm not a doctor, how can I save people?" the old man replied with a smile, and then led the donkey forward, muttering: "I haven't been back for so long, I don't know if I'm looking for the right one.
Where? Why do you feel like you’re in the wrong place?”
"Grandpa, what did you say?" When the young man heard this, he quickly stared and shouted.
"No, it's nothing..." the old man explained quickly, then pulled the donkey and walked forward.