Martial Arts: Starting from Fuwei Escort

Chapter 5
"Amitabha."

Master Fangzheng recited the Buddha's name, his thoughts turned three thousand times in an instant, he couldn't help but raise his palm and said: "I never thought that it would be a visit from the well-known Tsingyi Rakshasa in the Jianghu. The poor monk Fangzheng is the abbot of Shaolin Temple. If the hospitality is not good, please don't blame the benefactor!"

"The abbot is polite. It's the younger generation who came here uninvited and disturbed the cleanliness of your monastery." Qiu Mingxuan returned the salute, with a playful voice coming from behind the facial makeup.

"The benefactor sneaked into my Sutra Pavilion, what can I gain?" Master Fang Zheng smiled kindly, without any trace of anger.

"Shaolin Temple is worthy of being the Big Dipper of Mount Tai in the martial arts world. The secret books of martial arts hidden in the Cangjing Pavilion are all-inclusive and eye-opening." Qiu Mingxuan responded in a playful way, and made false claims with Master Fang Zheng.

"Very good, very good."

Master Fangzheng said with a smile: "The benefactor is able to refine the "Golden Bell Jar" into the twelve stages, which shows that he has the fate of the Great Buddha. If our temple can provide some help, it will be an immeasurable merit, and the poor monk can only be happy in his heart."

"Master, you don't blame me for stealing books?" Qiu Mingxuan asked back.

"Amitabha, all the scriptures and scriptures in the world are meant for people to read to increase their wisdom, but there are some people who are talented and intelligent, who can read the true meaning of the book, and suddenly become enlightened, and immediately become a Buddha;

What's more, obsessed with the power of martial arts, go astray and go astray, and there will be no good results in life.Therefore, the Buddhist sect set up rules to keep those who have no predestined relationship from the Sutra Pavilion.The donor was able to refine the "Golden Bell Cover" into the twelve levels, which shows that there is a great opportunity for the great Buddha nature, so it is no longer listed here. "

Qiu Mingxuan listened and nodded, subconsciously wanting to admire, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly woke up, so he sarcastically said: "Master Fang Zheng is so sophistry, he obviously can't beat me, that's why he just said that."

"That's what the benefactor said, and it's also true."

Master Fangzheng smiled, with benevolent brows and kind eyes on his face, showing the demeanor of an eminent monk, without the embarrassment of being exposed by others.

Just relying on this thick-skinned skill, Qiu Mingxuan secretly admired: he deserves to be the abbot of Shaolin Temple!

"Master Fangzheng is unparalleled in debate, I can't beat you."

Qiu Mingxuan stared at Master Fangzheng, and said in a deep voice, "Since you discovered it, I won't make any excuses. It's just Shaolin martial arts. The "Yi Jin Jing" and "Marrow Cleansing Jing" are the most popular. Can you let me see it?"

Master Fangzheng smiled and said, "Of course the benefactor wants to read "The Sutra of Changing the Tendons" and "The Sutra of Washing the Marrow". However, these scriptures are not ordinary martial arts. They are the supreme Buddhist meaning of Zen Buddhism that Patriarch Bodhidharma has realized after facing the wall for nine years. Martial arts is the lowest vehicle, but enlightenment and becoming a Buddha is the superior vehicle.

"Do you want me to stay as a monk?" Qiu Mingxuan frowned, only felt that Master Fangzheng was difficult to deal with, he was worthy of being the abbot of Shaolin Temple, he planted a trap for him with just a few words, and suddenly he wanted to resist leaving.

"Forget it, Master Fangzheng is very scheming, and I, a junior who has just entered the rivers and lakes, can't figure you out."

After finishing speaking, Qiu Mingxuan tapped his toes and jumped onto the top of the temple wall, like a cannonball, leaping step by step, and disappearing into the vast sky.

The Shaolin monk moved and was about to run after him, but Master Fangzheng shouted angrily, "Hold on!"

Suddenly, the monk of Shaolin Temple stopped moving.

"Abbot..."

Some disciples hesitated, but Master Fangzheng looked at the direction where Qiu Mingxuan disappeared and said in a deep voice: "This man's martial arts are superb, and he has refined the "Golden Bell Cover" to the [-]th stage. Unless Bodhidharma is revived, he can't surrender. If you chase him, you will only lose your life in vain. Let him go, Amitabha!
It's a pity that I couldn't tempt him to stay with the "Yi Jin Jing" and "Xi Sui Jing", otherwise, my Zen sect in Shaolin Temple will have another Buddhist patriarch. "

Master Fangzheng shook his head regretfully, then coughed slightly, turned around and went back to his room to retreat and heal his injuries.

Fought Qiu Mingxuan's forceful palm force, even Master Fangzheng's cultivation of "Yi Jin Jing" was great, he was seriously injured, his internal organs were slightly painful, but he just gritted his teeth and endured it.

"Twelve levels of "Golden Bell Cover", it is really powerful!"

Master Fang Zheng sighed.

……

After coming down from Shaolin Temple, Qiu Mingxuan went south to ZJ Province, fighting for righteousness all the way, eradicating violence and peace, and gradually walked to Hangzhou West Lake, but saw green mountains on three sides, green water on one lake, painted boat tavern, water pavilion and pavilion, the scenery was very special.

In Qiantang, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, there are outstanding people, many scholars and beauties, it is misty and rainy, Qiu Mingxuan walked on the broken bridge, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and once imagined whether there would be a "white lady" meeting him.

It's a pity that with people coming and going, Qiu Mingxuan's mood was lonely and detached, and he seemed out of tune with this world.

"I'm just a passerby."

Qiu Mingxuan sighed, and suddenly holding an oil-paper umbrella, he searched for someone to find out where he was going, and came outside a mountain villa.

This villa, near the West Lake, is called Meizhuang. The manor covers a huge area, and there is an inscription by Yu Yunwen next to it. It is a very elegant place. The owner of the villa is good at the four arts of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Qiu Mingxuan folded the oil-paper umbrella, his body was densely covered with invisible energy, so that the drizzle would not touch his body, he jumped into the wall of Meizhuang, sneaked into the Meizhuang, held his breath and heartbeat, and explored the environment of Gushan Meizhuang.

After a while, Qiu Mingxuan came to a secret room, where all the wines of Dan Qingsheng, one of the four friends in the south of the Yangtze River, were hidden.

"It's cheaper for me."

Danqing was born with a good wine, good at swordsmanship and painting skills. This wine room has all the famous wines and wines in the world. Even the imperial palace can't compare them. Anyone who is good at wine must be like a treasure. Qiu Mingxuan is no exception. He grabbed a wine jar, patted off the mud and cloth, and drank it with his head up. The thick and sweet wine entered his stomach along his throat. gas.

Qiu Mingxuan's capacity for alcohol is too scary. "Golden Bell Cover" has been refined into twelve levels, and the alcohol will automatically transform into the body. It can be said that he will not be drunk after a thousand cups. At this moment, he grabs a jar of fine wine, no matter how expensive or famous it is, and how many years it has been treasured by Dan Qingsheng.

"Hey, where does the smell of wine come from?"

Suddenly, a suspicious sound came from the secret room, a green-robed scholar with a long beard reaching his belly hurriedly took out the key to open the secret room, but the scene he saw made Danqing rush forward with enthusiasm and almost fainted.

A strange man with a golden-colored three-eyed face painted on his face was sitting on the wine box with his head up, holding a wine barrel, and drinking it to his lips. The bright red wine dripped down the corners of his lips, soaking his clothes.

"My four-distilled and four-brewed wine, I exchanged three moves of swordsmanship with Mo Huaerche, the swordsman of the Western Regions!"

Dan Qingsheng glared and gnashed his teeth, like a madman, he suddenly drew out his sword and stabbed the wine thief with a clang.

The stabbing with a sword is like painting with splashed ink, which is Dan Qingsheng's unique skill "Splashing Ink and Hemp Swordsmanship"!
Qiu Mingxuan didn't move, and took his sword. The sharp steel sword pierced the chest, pierced the Tsing Yi, but didn't pierce the heart. Instead, it slammed, as if piercing into an iron stone, and there was a huge shock force, which caused severe pain in Danqing's wrist. The sword flew out of his hand and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Qiu Mingxuan restrained his internal strength and did not let the golden bell of the body protector explode, otherwise the qi of the body protector would shake, and Danqing might be shocked to death.

After drinking a barrel of four-steamed and four-brewed wine, Qiu Mingxuan wiped the corners of his mouth, looked at Dan Qingsheng and said, "You came just in time, how can you have no friends if you have wine, do you want to drink together?"

"Dog thief, don't even think about it!" Dan Qingsheng grinned and gritted his teeth, he couldn't help yelling, even though he recognized the identity of "Tsing Yi Rakshasa" and knew that his low martial arts skills could not defeat the wine thief, but stealing his wine was like killing his parents.
Qiu Mingxuan frowned, and suddenly pointed out a finger. Under Dan Qingsheng's terrified eyes, he poked his acupuncture point and stabilized Dan Qingsheng's body.

"Since you don't want to, just watch."

Qiu Mingxuan didn't kill anyone. Stealing wine is an elegant thing. Killing people is too much. After entering the Gushan Meizhuang, Qiu Mingxuan was also tainted with a bit of elegance. How could he do such degrading things?

Then, Danqing grinned and gritted his teeth, feeling extremely regretful.

Seeing all the good wine in his collection being drunk by "Tsing Yi Luo Sha", Dan Qingsheng's heart was bleeding, wishing to slap himself to death, if he had known this, he should have agreed to the thief's request, but unfortunately the acupoints were tapped, Dan Qingsheng couldn't speak or move, he could only watch "Tsing Yi Luo Sha" binge drinking and ruining the altar of fine wine.

"God, let me die!"

Dan Qingsheng roared in his heart.

Under Dan Qingsheng's desperate eyes, "Tsing Yi Luo Sha" poured jar after jar without stopping, drank all the fine wines in the secret room, finally smiled in satisfaction, patted Dan Qingsheng on the shoulder as if nothing had happened, and said comfortingly: "The wine is good, wait until I come back to relieve your acupoints."

After saying that, he floated out of the secret wine room, locked the door of the secret room, sneaked into Gushan Meizhuang, and explored the location of the West Lake dungeon. After a while, he found something unusual and floated into the entrance of a rockery.

The secret passage was narrow, dark, and cold. Qiu Mingxuan broke into the secret passage, but flew fast like walking on flat ground.

After practicing the twelve levels of "Golden Bell Cover", his five senses and six senses are astonishingly sharp, and he possesses all kinds of incredible powers.

Among them, night vision is included.

His eyes were shining brightly in the darkness, as if they were in daylight, and any clues were clearly visible.

One wooden door, one iron door and one stainless steel door, there are three levels in total. However, in front of Qiu Mingxuan, all of them are like paper paste. When he punched them directly, all the locks of the levels were broken without any effort at all.

"who!?"

The Meizhuang Dungeon leads directly to the bottom of the West Lake. It is the prison where the previous leader of the Demon Cult, "Let me do my own thing," was imprisoned.

The Four Friends of Jiangnan are the jailers placed by Dongfang Bubai in Meizhuang.

Among them, "Black and White", the second eldest of the Four Friends of Jiangnan, coveted Ren Wo's "star-absorbing Dafa" martial arts, and asked him for money many times. Qiu Mingxuan followed him all the way after seeing his strange behavior.

At this moment, in the dungeon of West Lake, Hei Hei Zi, as usual, brought Ren Woxing delicious food and wine, served Ren Woxing like a master, said all good things, accompanied him carefully, and wanted to use the martial arts of "star-absorbing Dafa".

However, Ren Woxing was so cunning and cunning, he just ate and drank, and casually dealt with black and white.

Hei Hei Zi was furious, and he got angry at Ren Woxing as usual, threatening Ren Woxing, but it was a pity that Ren Woxing went his own way and ignored him.

When the two sides were in a stalemate, they suddenly heard several loud bangs, like landslides and rocks cracking, coming from the secret passage, Hei Heizi and Ren Woxing's expressions changed, and they couldn't help looking at the entrance of the secret passage.

In the next second, a man in Tsing Yi wearing a Rakshasa face suddenly floated into the dungeon of West Lake. With the dim light of the torch, he came straight towards Hei Zi with lightning speed like a ghost.

"Tsing Yi Raksha!"

Hei Hei Zi's complexion changed drastically. Seeing Qiu Mingxuan's figure, he recognized his identity as "Tsing Yi Raksha". He only exclaimed four words in surprise, and saw Tsing Yi Raksha rush in front of him.

boom!
Qiu Mingxuan slapped out a palm and met Hei Hei Zi's "Xuantian Finger", only to hear a puff, Hei Hei Zi screamed pitifully, his fingers exploded, and his flesh and blood scattered across the sky, Qiu Mingxuan slapped Hei Hei Zi's chest across his body, Hei Hei Zi's screams stopped abruptly, and he fell into the pool with a plop.

too fast!
In the blink of an eye, Qiu Mingxuan killed Hei Hei Zi, which shocked Ren Woxing. This man's martial arts were weird, and he seemed to use no internal force, but purely external force from his body. When did such a peerless master appear in the world?
Ren Woxing was imprisoned in the fine steel dungeon with his lute bone pierced. Qiu Mingxuan took a deep breath and punched through the fine steel prison door, causing the dungeon to shake and make a rumbling sound, like an earthquake.

Ren Woxing's expression was horrified: "What a terrifying punch! This man's martial arts are by no means inferior to mine!"

(End of this chapter)