Hearing these words, the master opposite...poof, he almost burst out of anger after a mouthful of blood.
Thanks to Buddhism's emphasis on cultivating the mind and body, this master's condition was immediately adjusted.
Then I thought about it, it was probably unrealistic for me to be the number one expert in the temple, but if I could teach a decision-making expert, maybe the number one expert in the world, then he would be equally famous.
Thinking of this, Wu Cheng smiled. He patted Mai Fan on the shoulder and said to him: "Let's go! Master will take you to Wu Ziyi's martial arts arena."
"From now on, you will practice martial arts with your brothers."
"The Wuzi generation is the representative of the younger generation of Shaolin. There are many talents among them, and each of them has his or her own strengths due to different studies."
"Liao Fan, Liao Fan, if you can get the first place in the Wu Zi class, then when you go out, you must say that I, Wu Cheng, was your enlightened master."
Mai Fan responded with a smile: "Master, don't worry, once you are a teacher, you will always be a teacher. Although there is a saying that a person is better than a person, but the title of master and disciple is for life."
With Mai Fan's assurance, the martial arts master became even happier.
He pulled Mai Fan a little impatiently towards the direction of the larger martial arts arena, not forgetting to introduce the situation there to Mai Fan as he walked.
Mai Fan responded with a smile on his face, thinking that as long as he hangs out with the Wu Zi generation, Wu Hua will have a lot of worries if he makes a move.
Just as he was thinking about it, the martial arts arena where Mr. Wu Zi was not far away had arrived.
The master who is responsible for teaching martial arts to the no-name generation here has a higher seniority than the master who teaches young monks.
The person who teaches Class C of the no-character generation is a monk of the round-character generation.
After reaching this generation, the next generation is now the highest generation in Shaolin.
Mai Fan is very satisfied with a teacher of this seniority.
Didn’t you see that the other party shared a great news with him after checking his progress?
"If it is true as my nephew said, this little monk learns very quickly."
"I'm thinking that in this year's martial arts competition, our Class C's results won't be too bad."
"But nephew, you have to hide this from me."
"After all, according to the rules of the monastery, if you perform well and are successful in practice, you will automatically be promoted after reaching a certain level."
"Let me suppress this news for the time being and give it all to you. After the competition, I will leave it to the master to handle it."
"You know, although this little monk Fan has some connections with our Shaolin, he is just an affiliated monk after all."
"We here at Shaolin Temple won't care if we come here to learn some superficial things that don't involve the core."
"But if it really involves top-notch mental skills and martial arts, our presiding abbot still needs to make a decision."
This makes sense, Wucheng nodded and agreed to his uncle's suggestion.
Anyway, he has fulfilled his promise to Liao Fan. Liao Fan can successfully advance to the Wu Zi generation and practice martial arts at the middle and upper levels. He is already the only one among the monks in the outer monastery. He has great fortune.
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But they didn't know that Mai Fan had left himself a backup plan.
He chose the Thousand Hands Posture of Great Compassion and Compassion as the direction of his practice, and then placed it on the sweeping monk to acquire advanced martial arts that might not be available in the future.
Because during this period, besides practicing martial arts, he went to Huo Gong Tutuo to beg for a bowl of tofu.
After eating the tofu, while the sky was getting bright, I took a broom and bucket to clean the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple.
He met a lot of interesting things and interesting people in the Sutra Pavilion.
According to Mai Fan's level, he couldn't feel the masters coming and going in this sieve-like scripture library at all.
But with the addition of the game system, a bunch of people staring at the red name are like fireflies in the dark, making it difficult for Mai Fan, who is cleaning the house, not to pay attention.
Every time he entered the Sutra Pavilion, he had to put on a good expression and pretend to be a naive and innocent little monk. All he did... was just to make the sweeping monk at the door work less hard.
Probably because Mai Fan was too diligent, this kind-hearted person, even a big devil, would feel a little happy.
Just like now, after Mai Fan had been practicing in Class C for a month, he found that his master was suppressing his progress intentionally or unintentionally.
He had obviously practiced the Thousand Hands of Great Mercy and Compassion to the point of achieving some success, but the martial arts master just suppressed him and gave him no guidance on how to improve.
Thinking of this, Mai Fan stood at the door and sighed.
Because the sweeping monk had always been hanging out with Mai Fan in the past two or three months, he also had a good impression of this smiling little monk.
The sweeping monk, who didn't talk much at first, asked: "Liao Fan, I don't sigh often when I see you. What worries you? But do you miss your fellow disciples from the original temple?"
Mai Fan answered very honestly: "The competition is about to begin, but why hasn't my master taught me the Loose Flower Palm below?"
The sweeping monk smiled: "At such a young age, it is rare for you to be able to practice the Thousand Hands Posture of Great Mercy and Great Compassion."
"Why do you still want to eat a fat man in one bite and just learn the advanced Scattered Flower Palm?"
Mai Fan's face looked a little unconvinced: "Who said that, Grandmaster, the young monk will show you a Thousand Hands of Great Mercy and Compassion."
"I dare say that my level is about the same as that of my senior brothers."
"Oh?" The sweeping monk said nothing, which meant that he agreed to the other party's request.
Mai Fan threw the broom in his hand and showed the sweeping monk a set of Thousand Hands.
Don't tell me, with the support of the system, Mai Fan's Thousand Hands Style really uses the method of transforming the Thousand Hands Avalokitesvara. During the force movement, the palm skills fly apart, forming afterimages around Mai Fan.
One palm fell, and the other followed, over and over again, like an eight-armed Arhat, and the afterimages also condensed into substance.
In the eyes of the sweeping monk, Mai Fan's palm technique is not perfect, and there are still many rough places.
But compared with the Buddhist meaning contained in it, those are insignificant things.
According to the sweeping monk's vision, this monk is far superior to the most talented young monk in Shaolin.
This superiority does not refer to the power of martial arts, but to the integration of civil and martial arts, as well as the true understanding of the essence of Buddhist Kung Fu.
For such a person who was born to be a monk, the sweeping monk developed a love for talents.
He thought that he would find a way to leave some information with the host tomorrow to attract more attention from him to Mai Fan.
After Mai Fan finished this set of Thousand Hands, he was not discouraged when he saw that the sweeping monk didn't say anything.
His purpose is just to leave an impression in the opponent's mind. Later, when he needs to conquer this person, it will be relatively easy.
