From Chapter Seven of Xuanjun

Chapter 14
"what!"

Inside the white-clothed hall, Shen Yi breathed out loudly, using his voice to boost his strength, and his breath to boost his strength. His body was like a bow, and his fists were like arrows. When he punched out, there was a hidden majesty, which made people dare not look directly at him.

Compared with yesterday, his Arhat boxing seems to be more advanced, even an introductory boxing technique is as advanced as a martial art.

Just as there are a thousand kinds of "Hamlet" for a thousand people, there are also a thousand kinds of Arhat Boxing for a thousand people.Of course, most of the insights are the same, but there are definitely many differences.

It was Shen Yi who understood the difference between unconsciousness and unconsciousness, and integrated it with his own comprehension, so that the Arhat Fist, which he was already familiar with by heart, became more advanced, which seemed to be beyond the reach of other monks.

At this moment, Shen Yi was fully immersed in boxing practice, gradually forgetting his mind, even forgetting all kinds of distracting thoughts from Wujue and Wuwu, all his mind was on boxing.

Arhat, in Buddhism, contains the meanings of killing thieves, being inanimate, and offering sacrifices. Among them, killing thieves means killing thieves who have exhausted their troubles and possessing a diligent heart.

Shen Yi is practicing boxing with all his heart at this moment, he is brave and diligent, and all the distracting thoughts in his heart have been wiped out. The Zhongzheng and simple Arhat boxing has a faint appearance of ingenuity and incompetence. All the irritability caused by the intrusion disappeared.

It's just that after practicing boxing, Shen Yi's mind returned from forgetting himself, and Shen Yi felt the intrusion from outside again.

Wuming and Wuyun, these two Wu'an eyeliners who had already identified their identities, saw that Shen Yi's boxing skills were improving, and began to pay attention to Shen Yi again.Although it is not necessary to try again, but the look of the eyes is indispensable.

That kind of hidden peeping may not be noticed by others, but Shen Yi's perception is extraordinarily keen, and he can clearly feel the other party's gaze.

'The ghost lingers. '

Shen Yi's face remained calm, he just winked at Wujue who was not far away, and glanced at the positions of the two eyeliners.

The next moment, the chief believer understood, He Wuxin murmured, and approached ignorance.

"Brother Wuming, please enlighten me."

As soon as he got close, Wujue let out a soft drink, then leaned forward and punched out, just like yesterday's ignorance, forcibly started the sparring.

"what are you doing?"

Wuming was inexplicably surprised, but he had no choice but to fight Wujue.

On the other side, Wuwu collided with Wuyun suddenly, causing the opponent to take two steps back, and then shouted before the opponent: "Brother Wuyun, you deliberately bumped into Wufeng yesterday, and today you deliberately bumped into me again, I see You are too deceitful, take the trick!"

While speaking, Wu Wu has already attacked, fighting Wu Yun in close quarters.

This kind of movement naturally attracted everyone's attention, even the deacon monk who came to supervise today also looked over.However, neither of these two parties' sparring was too much, and the deacon monk didn't sit on the side of Wu'an, so he just watched and didn't stop the sparring.

In the fight, although Wujue and Wuwu didn't have the upper hand, it also let everyone see that these two people have cultivated their inner energy, opened up their meridians, and fought with Wuyun and Wuming, and the fight was quite anxious.

This naturally attracted the attention of others, and many monks who hadn't opened their veins started talking about it.

In this way, no one will pay attention to Shen Yi's situation.

'Sure enough, there are three helpers for one hero, and three stakes for one fence. No matter how strong a person is, he still needs the help of others. '

Seeing this situation, Shen Yi secretly made a decision to let Wujue develop manpower.

After all, one person's strength is weak. If you want to practice martial arts with peace of mind, you need a lot of help.At least you can't let some unnecessary things disturb your cultivation.

As a result, there was a lot of fighting there, but Shen Yi found a corner to practice boxing silently, looking clean.After another set of punches, the sense of spiritual transparency returned to him.

'Comfortable. 'Shen Yi was satisfied.

"good."

The praise came suddenly, Shen Yi couldn't help but look back, but saw that Kong Xiang, who came to the White Clothes Hall to teach martial arts yesterday, had also arrived here at some time, and at this moment he was satisfied with Shen Yi.

Today is not a day for public lectures, even listening to what Kong Xiang said yesterday, unless this group of monks entered the Arhat Hall, they would not listen to his martial arts lectures again, but I don't know why he suddenly appeared in the White Clothes Hall.

"Among contemporary disciples, there are no more than five fingers who can comprehend the essence of Arhat Fist like you." Kong Xiang looked serious, but his tone was quite gentle, "They don't know that I, Linglong Tiesha, belong to the Zen sect. The intention of monks to practice martial arts is to use martial arts to practice Zen. To pursue advanced and profound martial arts just for the sake of power, without the original intention of practicing martial arts, is nothing more than giving up the basics and seeking the last."

Speaking of this, Kong Xiang paused, and said: "If you have the heart, you can go to the Cangjing Pavilion to study Buddhism after practicing martial arts. This will also benefit your martial arts."

"Yes, Uncle Kongxiang." Shen Yi clasped his hands together and replied respectfully.

The Sutra Pavilion is where Linglong Tiesha collects scriptures.Different from the Shaolin in the previous life novels, the Cangjing Pavilion does not store any martial arts secrets, only Buddhist scriptures and some anecdotes related to Buddhism, and even some popular books in the world.

Linglong Tiesha's martial arts cheats are housed in Luohan Hall, Prajna Hall, and Moha Court according to their levels.

Of course, it is not ruled out that some eminent monks are bored and just hide some martial arts in the scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion.

In the past, Shen Yi didn't understand the meaning of cultivating Zen with martial arts, and like other monks, he was not very interested in the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.After all, you can't expect a guy with six unclean senses to become a monk.

It's just that after hearing Kong Xiang's suggestion today, coupled with the sense of transparency brought about by practicing Arhat Fist, Shen Yi decided to visit the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion more often in the future.

"Arhat Boxing can help me eliminate distracting thoughts, and other martial arts should have similar effects.I may be able to use Buddhist martial arts to suppress and even eliminate the side effects of the "Secret Sutra of Seven Chapters of Xuanjun". '

At least if you want to develop a lot of manpower, you must suppress the redundant thoughts brought about by "Shang Xuan Miao Jing Ding Guan Lu".

The empty phase comes quietly and goes away quietly.

Except for a few people who paid attention, most people in the White Clothes Hall didn't know that this uncle came and went.

He came out of the White Clothes Hall, looked back, and suddenly sighed softly: "It's a pity, such a disciple has a blood feud, otherwise the poor monk really wants to accept him as a disciple."

"At least [-]% of the disciples of the non-character generation in this temple have blood feuds. Don't you think it's too ridiculous for Senior Brother Kong Xiang to abandon them for this reason?"

A middle-aged monk who was also wearing a yellow monk's robe and a cold expression came out from the corner in front of him. Hearing this, he said coldly: "The poor monk also has a blood feud. During the catastrophe a year ago, should senior brother go to the abbot and ask him to give up the poor monk and expel the poor monk from the school?"

The middle-aged monk's words were full of resentment and dissatisfaction, and he carried a gun with a stick, which made Kongxiang sigh softly.

(End of this chapter)