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Chapter 142 It Takes Five Years to Develop True Qi

Chapter 142 It Takes Five Years to Develop True Qi

What the monk said was a bit disappointing.

"Is there no such thing as a sweeping monk in this temple?"

"Maybe there is, but the poor monk doesn't know about it." The monk said with a smile.

This monk is talkative. He is also a martial monk himself. Not all monks in Faxing Temple practice martial arts. Some monks only know some basic boxing techniques.

To become a monk, apart from those monks who have entered the temple since childhood, monks who have become monks halfway need to undergo a test for a certain period of time, mainly to examine their character, and only after passing the test can they become a monk.

Even if you become a monk, it is not possible to learn all the kung fu in Faxing Temple casually. You still need to practice step by step from the shallower to the deeper. Some advanced kung fu is easy to go wrong without a basic foundation.

After chatting with the monk for a while, Wang An continued to tour in the mountains, while admiring the beautiful scenery in the mountains, he searched around, hoping to find those masters with unique skills hidden in the mountains.

Wandering around in the mountains until the evening approached, then walked down the mountain.At the foot of the mountain, I found a restaurant, ordered a few dishes, chatted with the boss when he was not very busy, and asked him some rumors about Faxing Temple.

"Boss, are there any monks in that temple on the mountain who are invulnerable to swords and guns?"

"I've never seen one flying over eaves and walls. There are indeed invulnerable ones. You can also see their performances on TV. They are called iron shirts covered with golden bells."

"Then is there such an expert who can cross a river with a single reed and beat a cow across a mountain?"

"Crossing the river with a reed, that's the Patriarch Bodhidharma! I haven't heard of hunting cattle across the mountains, but I heard that a long, long time ago, someone saw an old monk flying on the tree in the mountains, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye. .”

"Flying on the tree? Where did you see it?" Wang An asked hastily.

"Then I don't know. After all, it's been so many years, maybe that person is talking nonsense!" The boss smiled.

After staying in the hotel for one night, Wang An went up the mountain again, but he still couldn't meet the person he wanted to see, and he didn't find a monk who was different.

Wang An had no choice but to search in the middle and deep of the mountain tentatively. After four days like this, the sun was about to set. Wang An saw a deserted building in a very remote place in Songshan Mountain. When I went into the temple, I heard noises inside. When I went in, I saw a monk who looked like he was in his 50s boiling water and cooking. He was a little surprised to see Wang An entered the temple.

"Amitabha, why did this benefactor come here, but lost his way?"

"No, I came here specially to find the master." Wang An said with a smile. The monk in front of him looked ordinary and nothing special, but Wang An could hear his breathing was long. Because the knuckles are thick and thick, there are some abnormal calluses on them, which should be left over from years of practicing palm techniques.

"Master? The poor monk is not a master, but an ordinary monk."

"Ordinary monks don't have great kung fu?"

"Huh?" The monk was slightly startled after hearing this, and looked up at Wang An.

"How did the benefactor see that the poor monk knows kung fu?"

"The breath is long, the palm is broad and the knuckles are thick, the kung fu in the palm of the master must be very powerful?"

"The benefactor really has good eyesight. The poor monk has indeed practiced kung fu for several years, but it is not very advanced. If the benefactor wants to see kung fu, he has to go to Faxing Temple," the monk said with a smile.

"I've been there four times in the past few days, and I've seen the monks there perform Kung Fu, Iron Head Kungfu, Arhat Fist, and Stick Technique. That's not what I'm looking for." Wang An said with a smile.

"It's not what the benefactor is looking for, what kind of kung fu is the benefactor looking for?"

Wang An thought for a while, put up a boxing frame and performed a set of Tai Chi in front of the monk. There was no music background, no kung fu trees, and some were green trees and cool breeze. The wives practiced somewhat similarly and somewhat differently.

The monk on the side didn't pay attention at first, but soon watched Wang An practice boxing intently, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Leaning less, Wang An withdrew his fist.

"How does the master think of my boxing practice?"

"Okay, great, is the donor from Chenjiagou or Taihe Mountain?"

"Neither, but I have been to Taihe Mountain." Wang An said truthfully.

"Master Shi is practicing Taijiquan, why do you want to see Buddhist exercises?"

"To be honest, I came here this time to see the real power and also to clear up my doubts. Does the master know the real power?"

"True Qi?" The monk was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, "I haven't heard this word for a long time!"

"It's been a long time, Master, have you heard it before?" Wang An's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked hastily.

The monk looked at Wang An and did not continue, but asked a question.

"The poor monk wants to know to what level the donor's kung fu has reached?"

"External training of muscles and bones, internal training of viscera, strength is like flowing water." Wang An said after thinking about it.

"Amitabha, it's really rare for a benefactor to reach such a level at such a young age."

"Master doesn't seem to believe it?"

The monk smiled, self-evident.

"Master, I've offended you." Wang An raised his hand and patted the monk's shoulder. The monk moved back half a step, Wang An followed him with his palm, and the monk raised his hand to meet him. Palm to palm.

Unexpectedly, this palm is like hitting a ball of cotton, it is soft, without a trace of strength, all the strength in the body is gone.

He wanted to withdraw his palm, but Wang An suddenly exerted strength when his strength was gone. He raised his hand and hooked it. With a shock, he swung the monk's arm away and patted the monk's shoulder directly. Followed by clapping.

The two palmed each other, and the monk felt a force rushing towards him, with great force, he immediately kicked back a few steps before he could stand still.

"Relief of strength, softness, strength, the body of the benefactor is really good, the poor monk admires it." The monk praised.

The so-called expert will know if there is one as soon as he makes a move. Now he believed what Wang An said just now.

"The master has agreed." Wang An also knew that the master didn't make a move with all his strength just now, just like he didn't make a move with all his strength.

"Why does the benefactor seek this true energy?"

"I want to see what it looks like, and I want to use it to treat diseases." Wang An told the truth.

"Cure?"

"Yes, I just want to try it, maybe it can really cure diseases?" Wang An said with a smile.

The monk was silent for a while after hearing this, and looked up at the setting sun that was about to set.

"Let me think about it, that was before 42. At that time, I was just a young monk in Faxing Temple, and I didn't understand anything. There was a highly respected senior in the temple, he was my master. Master is my ancestor.

At that time, he was more than 70 years old, but he was full of energy. He could run across the mountains with a bucket in both hands, and he could eat a large pot of rice by himself, just like a strong young man.On a thunderstorm day, the thunder was loud, and the rain was also heavy. The master suddenly wanted to retreat, and then locked himself in the Zen room, asking no one to disturb him.

Master stayed in the meditation room for seven days. When he came out of the meditation room, he lost dozens of catties and was skinny, as if he had stayed in it for three months.It took more than a month for him to return to normal.

From then on, Shizu seems to be the same as before, but he likes to go wandering in the mountains and bring back some herbs from time to time. On that day, I accidentally saw Shizu jumping over seven or eight in the forest. The mountain stream with a width of [-] meter, I was stupid at that time.

Then I begged him to teach me how to cross the mountain stream, but he said that I was still far behind. At that time, I asked him how long it would take to practice to reach his level, and he said that it would take at least 50 years.

I asked why Kung Fu had to be practiced for so long, and he said that it was not Kung Fu, but Qi, true Qi! "

Infuriating? !

Wang An was inexplicably distracted for a while, and finally heard that someone had practiced true energy.

"Then how can we cultivate true energy?"

"I don't know." The monk shook his head, "I haven't figured it out until now, and my master hasn't figured it out until his death."

"Didn't the old Zen master leave behind any cultivation methods?"

The old monk looked at Wang An with a smile.

"Sorry." Wang An immediately realized that he had committed a big taboo just now, and asked for the secrets of a sect's practice.

"The master said that in order to develop true energy, one must practice kung fu to the extreme. In addition to martial arts cultivation, one must also participate in the study of Buddhism."

Martial arts, Buddhism?

Hearing this statement, Wang An pondered for a while.

"I don't know what kind of martial arts the old Zen master practiced?"

"Buddhist Vajra is not bad." The old monk said after a moment of contemplation.

(End of this chapter)