Chapter five hundred and ten: a little less reverence
From ancient times to the present, there seems to be only one shortcut to martial arts training, and that is diligence. Therefore, whether it is sword skills or sword moves, no matter what method you choose to use, as long as you can be named as a hero in Daliang Jianghu,
, throughout his life, it seems that he has never got rid of the word "diligence". Even Li Taibai, the most unfaithful genius swordsman recognized in the world, still relies on enough diligence to become the most successful.
With today's achievements, if Li Taibai hadn't pointed at the sky and scolded the immortals, angering the gods on the Tianshan Mountains, Li Taibai might have been the most promising person to break through the third level of Xuantian and become an immortal. Unfortunately, Li Taibai's temperament was unruly, and the gods in the sky
There is no room for such people. The eminent monk Duan Chen from all over the world once said that what Li Taibai lacked was not his talent or diligence, but his fear of God.
If a person loses his sense of awe, is he a human or an immortal?
Whether the young monk Wu Jie has a sense of awe in his heart, even the young monk's master Xuan Zheng cannot understand this point. If it is said that the young monk has a sense of awe in his heart, but he has never really worshiped the Buddha and chanted sutras, if it is said that the young monk has a heart of awe,
The monk has no awe in his heart, but he can often understand some profound meanings of Buddhist scriptures that ordinary people have never understood. If he is not the person chosen by the Buddha, why is the young monk so talented?
It is precisely because of this that Xuan Zheng cannot see the reverence of the young monk, so Xuan Zheng has never really taught the young monk any martial arts, because he is afraid that if the young monk really loses that reverence, he will end up with nothing
The martial arts that stands out among the heroes is actually a burden. To put it bluntly, Xiao
If the monk has a sense of awe and wants to take over the mantle of Xuanzheng, there will definitely be no problem. But if the young monk has no sense of awe in his heart and ends up on the path of evil, he will be out of control. At that time
, who in the world can stop this little monk who can become a Buddha without any precepts?
Xuan Zheng would rather the young monk live a mediocre life than see the young monk rely on his own kung fu to finally go to the devil's path without anyone being able to stop him.
This is the reason why the young monk has never stepped foot into the martial arts training ground for so long.
The young monk didn’t know what was going on today. He had to go to the martial arts training ground to take a look. Maybe he was curious, or maybe there was something guiding the young monk. Xuan Zheng didn’t know about it for the time being, but even if he knew it,
I guess I won't go back and stop him. After all, the little monk has grown up, and some things can't be stopped just by Xuan Zheng himself.
The martial arts training ground and the most mysterious Uncle Xuanxie are the two things that the young monk is most curious about now.
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There is a distance between the martial arts training ground and the lecture hall, but the monks who come to the lecture hall are old and young, and most of the monks who go to the martial arts training ground are under the age of twenty, because once they get older, they can be alone
To practice martial arts, you no longer need to go to the martial arts training ground.
Thick crowds of people were walking towards the martial arts training ground in an endless stream. Looking around, they were all bald. This scene seemed to only appear in Qingshan Temple in the entire Daliang. After all, even the other temple disciples were the second largest.
The number of people in this temple is still less than half that of Qingshan Temple. From this point alone, we can see why Qingshan Temple can stand in this Daliang Buddhism for many years.
Incense and the number of disciples are the best criteria for judging a temple.
The young monk followed senior brother Jingming with a faint smile on his face. It seemed that whenever he thought of going to the martial arts training ground, the young monk felt a little happy. He turned to look at Jingming beside him.
He smiled and asked: "Senior brother, what do you do when you go to the martial arts training ground every day?"
"Practice boxing. I practice boxing and stick every day. It's very boring. I really don't know why you want to go to that place. I would rather squat in the lecture hall and listen to the abbot preaching scriptures than go to the martial arts training ground.
Practice martial arts." Jingming curled his lips and replied in a low voice.
"How interesting the martial arts training ground is!" After the young monk said this, he turned around and looked to the side, and then whispered: "Brother Jingming, just be content with this. At least you can go out for a walk. My master and I are on the mountain every day.
Just beating around at a wooden man, that is the real boredom. My master is not very talkative. He will answer whatever I ask. If he can't answer, he will ignore me. I want to find someone
No one spoke."
Jingming turned to look at the young monk and said slowly: "Junior brother, you are so blessed, you are so talented, and you have a master as powerful as Uncle Xuanzheng, your martial arts will definitely be better than ours in the future.
It’s all good, then you can go down the mountain and travel around without having to stay in this temple.”
"Really? If my kung fu is good, I can go down the mountain?" the little monk shouted in surprise.
"Of course, as long as your kung fu is good, you can go down the mountain." Jingming nodded slowly.
"It would be great if I could go down the mountain, but my master will definitely not let me go down the mountain. Every time I tell him to go down the mountain for fun, the master ignores me." The more the young monk talked, the more frustrated he became.
It seems to have become a bit uglier.
"No, your master won't let you go down the mountain now because you are not good enough. When you become good enough, you can go down the mountain." Jingming turned to look at the young monk and said with a smile.
"I hope so." The young monk nodded and did not continue this annoying topic. He followed Mingjing and did not continue talking.
Following the endless stream of people, the young monk finally came to practice martial arts. At this time, there were not many people in the martial arts training ground. Basically, there were some older monks waiting for the disciples to arrive.
The little monk looked at the vast martial arts training field with a very happy smile on his face. For such a long time, the little monk had been alone against a wooden man who could not speak or react. At this time, he could see in this martial arts training field
With so many people, the young monk was naturally very happy.
"Senior brother, where are we going?" The young monk turned to Jingming and asked.
"I'm going to practice boxing with Uncle Hong Rui today. If you don't have any space, come with me. This will save you the trouble of running around and people will definitely blame you if they find you." Jingming whispered back.
"Okay, okay!" The little monk nodded quickly.
"When we get to the place, you must not speak. Just stand behind me. Uncle Hong Rui has a bad temper. If he finds you in the queue, he will definitely kick you out. Do you understand?" Jingming seemed a little confused.
He asked worriedly.
"I understand, senior brother Jingming, don't worry!" the young monk nodded in agreement.