I have many teachers

Chapter 168 Yuanci's Thoughts (2\2)

Hearing the old man's question, Yuan Ci just clasped his hands together and said the Buddha's name, but he really stopped asking about the medical book, while Mr. Ying sneered.

He was slammed into the eye socket by Yuanci's Vajra Fist with the meaning of 'everything is different, cut off troubles'. He was a little annoyed in his heart, but Wu Changqing chose to open which pot he didn't open and which pot to lift. Irritated, he glanced coldly at the old man who knew that his face was full of kindness, and with a wave of his sleeve, he disappeared without a trace.

Wu Changqing stroked his white beard, smiled without saying a word.

Whisper in my heart.

It seems that Mr. Ying did not use his own authority when he fought the master, otherwise, he should not be so embarrassed.

In this kind of matter, Mr. is quite stubborn, which is different from the past.

With a sigh of emotion, the old man's gaze fell on Yuan Ci again, but what he thought of was the swollen eye sockets of the scribe, and his thoughts couldn't help diverging. On his face, he thought of the rumors in the world that the leader cared a lot about his own demeanor.

I haven't been in the Jianghu for a long time, but I still know the news, Master Yuanci and Mr. Yuanci are good friends, they walk in the Jianghu, so they will only know more clearly...

Thinking of this, Wu Changqing couldn't help raising his eyes, and looked at the monk who was dressed in broken clothes, but still sitting on the bluestone, with a solemn expression, just like King Luo Han Ming, his eyes were quite strange, and he felt emotional in his heart.

Never thought that Master Yuanci is also a... um.

The old man paused for a moment, found a suitable description in his mind, shook his head and said with emotion:

Wonderful man...

Over there Yuanci noticed the change in the old man's expression, opened his eyes, and said:

"Old Wu, do you have something to tell the poor monk?"

Wu Changqing was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and then he realized that the monk in front of him was not an ordinary monk, but a wrathful Ming King whose cultivation had reached the upper third rank.

Shaolin Kungfu practiced to the late stage, and can produce all kinds of incredible supernatural powers. I was moved by my heart just now. I was afraid that I had been noticed, so I didn't panic at the moment. I just stroked my long beard. There was no abnormal expression on his face. He smiled and said:
"The old man is just thinking that Feng'er's kung fu is becoming more and more advanced, and he should teach some advanced kung fu, but he is also worried that it will be bad if it is the same as the master's teaching."

"After all, although my medicine king's kung fu is not bad, but if I compare it with Shaolin's boxing kung fu, it is still far inferior."

Yuan Ci shook his head and said:

"Old Wu is too modest."

"Yaowanggu martial arts uses poison as a blade, and its power is unpredictable. It can only be said that it is different from Shaolin martial arts."

"As for Feng'er's martial arts... the poor monk taught him the Shaolin Prajna Palm. If Mr. Wu wants to teach him martial arts, please wait a few days until he has learned all the palms."

Wu Changqing was shocked when he heard this, and said:
"Prajna palm?!"

Speaking out, the volume was much higher than usual. The old man felt that he lost his composure, but he was really surprised, and it was difficult to restrain himself.

He had thought about many martial arts in his mind, and felt that Yuan Ci might teach Wang Anfeng the basic martial arts of the Shaolin lineage, such as Arhat Boxing, Wei Tuo Palm, even if it was the Maha Finger, the Great Vajra Palm, or the 72 special skills. It's the vajra finger power, everyone has guessed, but never thought that Yuan Ci would directly pass on this unique Buddhist knowledge.

As far as he knew, Yuan Ci, the new master of Shaolin Temple, traveled all over the rivers and lakes, used the indestructible magic of King Kong to overwhelm the surrounding fields, without mercy in his shots, and often showed the wrathful appearance of King Ming, suppressed many masters of evil sects, and won the title of King of Wrath, Those who are good at martial arts are all of the Vajra lineage, and they don't dabble much in the palm of Prajna.

Yuan Ci nodded slightly, without explaining.

Wu Changqing stroked his beard, turned his head to read the book, but couldn't read it at all, simply put the book aside, turned around and looked at the monk who closed his eyes and chanted sutras, hesitatingly said:
"Master Yuanci, forgive me for taking it too seriously, it's rare to learn martial arts, it's not about following a step-by-step process."

"Although Feng'er uses the golden bell cover as his basic internal strength, he is still practicing basic martial arts such as Shaolin Changquan just now. Is it a bit too hasty to teach him Prajna Palm all at once?"

Wu Changqing's worries are not unreasonable.

In the eyes of the Jianghu people, Shaolin, a major sect of martial arts, pays attention to a step-by-step approach, with a deep foundation, and each martial art progresses with each other, and finally cultivates a scalp-numbing martial arts foundation with few flaws, like Wang Anfeng. In this situation, just after laying the foundation, it can be said that there are very few people who are directly awarded the first-level martial arts of the Zhenpai's unique learning, and it is almost rare to hear about it.

Yuan Ci was slightly silent when he heard the words, and said:
"...It's too late."

Wu Changqing was slightly taken aback, and then saw the monk in front of him shaking his head, with a sense of disappointment in his voice, and sighed: "It's too late..."

"My Shaolin disciple, if you follow the rules, you should practice Shaolin Changquan at the beginning. Based on the principles of martial arts at the beginning, after you are proficient in Changquan, you must practice Luohanquan, followed by Fuhuquan, Wei Tuo Palm, and Scattering Flower Palm. In practice, until you can get involved in martial arts such as Prajna Palm, it will easily take three to fifty years."

There was a slight pause in the voice, and various thoughts flashed through Yuan Ci's mind, which turned into a long sigh in the end.

"It's too late..."

Wu Changqing had a little understanding in his heart.

If he practiced all the way according to the Shaolin rules, Wang Anfeng's foundation would be unparalleled, but he had already missed the most dazzling age of a warrior. Moreover, the more Shaolin martial arts you dabble in, the more Buddhist principles you need to know.

At that time, if Wang Anfeng's state of mind hadn't reached the profound and profound state of "no self, no human, no sentient beings, and no appearance", his martial arts could only reach the third-rank state at most, and he could be called a master, but it was not enough to support him. his dream.

But if he has reached this level, he will be no different from the Arhat Buddha who walks in the human world. His state of mind is complete and flawless, and he sees all beings as one without distinction from each other. Although the internal strength will become more and more mellow, it will be difficult to reach the peak without deliberate practice.

Even if you are enlightened, you will still uphold the idea of ​​being a monk and practicing in the world, not entering the secular world, and not getting involved in cause and effect.

For Wang Anfeng's dream, step-by-step practice is actually just a dead end destined to fail.

What's more, with the buddhist mind of a young man, after 50 or [-] years, it may not be impossible to understand the Buddhist principles, integrate all the knowledge he has learned, and reach the level of technical advancement and Taoism, which is the first of its kind in this world.

But that was already the Buddha named Wang Anfeng.

He was no longer the same person as the angry knight and the boy who was frowning because of his appetite.

After figuring this out, Wu Changqing sighed in his heart and said:

"Master's move is really clever..."

There was a slight pause in the voice, but then he thought, with that young personality, when he heard about his future, his first thought might not be fear, but worry that he would only be able to live on a vegetarian diet in the future...

As for the others... Heh, I'm afraid he would never believe that he would become like that.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled lightly.

After all, he is still a teenager now.

It's still hard to understand.

PS: Today's second update...

(End of this chapter)