Dominating Martial Arts: Starting with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique

"Grandpa, grandpa, he's waking up!"

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In a daze, Qin Zheng only felt the tender voice of a child ringing in his ears.

After fluttering his eyelids a few times, he suddenly opened them and sat up instantly.

Then he quickly scanned the surroundings and saw that he was currently in a ruined temple.

Surrounding him were several children aged three to four to eight or nine years old.

At this moment, because he suddenly stood up, these children were frightened and fell to the ground in fright.

"Where is this?"

This was the first thought that came to Qin Zheng's mind.

He only remembered vaguely hearing a Buddha's name before he fell into coma.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Zheng immediately lowered his head, looked at himself, and at the same time stretched out his hand and put it into his arms.

The clothes have not been turned over, and the things in the arms have not disappeared.

This actually made Qin Zheng breathe a sigh of relief.

"Donor, you're awake."

At this time, an old monk appeared at the gate of the ruined temple.

I saw that he was lean and dressed in ragged clothes. He did not look like a monk, but looked like a beggar.

Holding a bowl of medicine in his hand, he slowly came to Qin Zheng.

As the old monk arrived, the frightened children also hurriedly ran behind him and peeked at Qin Zheng in fear.

"Okay, let's go out and play first."

The old monk said kindly to several children.

So, several children ran out of the ruined temple laughing.

"Excuse me, Master, where is this place?"

At this moment, Qin Zheng spoke up and asked the old monk in front of him.

"Amitabha! Monks don't dare to speak nonsense about any master. The poor monk's name is Chongming. The donor can just call me Chongming."

The old monk said something first, and then continued: "The donor is now in Baiyan City. This is a temple in the east of the city."

Qin Zheng nodded when he heard this, and immediately understood that it was this old monk from Chongming who had brought him back.

He looked at the old monk in front of him, and a sense of familiarity emerged in his mind.

After thinking about it for a while, I instantly realized that the other party was the monk who had been chanting Buddhist sutras outside the execution site every time he was executed since a few days ago.

When he thought of this, he looked at the old monk and felt that his eyes were clear and pure, as if they were children, free from pollution.

At the same time, the merit scroll in his heart shook slightly, and a line of writing immediately appeared.

[Monk Chongming, who became a monk on the way, has pure and good conduct, kill him, and a hundred taels of merit will be deducted. 】

The moment this line of writing appeared, Qin Zheng was shocked.

The people who appeared on the merit scrolls before were basically murderable people who were riddled with sins. Killing these people can get merits.

Or like arresting a head, there is no information to show, a mediocre person who is innocent and has no morals.

But with the appearance of the old monk from Chongming today, a new situation has arisen.

If you kill the opponent yourself, you will be deducted a hundred taels of merit!

Qin Zheng has not accumulated a hundred taels of merit yet. If he is deducted a hundred taels of merit, he doesn't know what the consequences will be.

However, this also proves that this old monk Chongming is indeed a good monk with a bodhisattva heart and performs good deeds.

For a person with such a kind character, he doesn't have to doubt that the other person will harm him, he can trust him.

Qin Zheng thought so.

"Donor, you exerted force and your internal body was damaged. You need to rest quietly for a while."

At this time, the old monk Chongming spoke slowly and at the same time held the bowl in his hand to Qin Zheng.

At the same time, he continued: "This decoction has some effects on recuperating the inner body."

Qin Zheng reached out and took the bowl. Inside the bowl was a dark and thick soup, exuding a dazzling heat, which had obviously been just boiled.

However, Qin Zheng did not drink it immediately. Instead, he thought about it, looked at the other party and said, "Thanks to the help of Master, you brought me back."

"It's just that since the master settled in the city, how could he be there at that time?"

Although you can be sure that the other person is a good person, you still need to ask.

After all, the place where he finally fainted was in the mountains outside Tongguan Town, which is not a place that pedestrians must pass.

To be able to appear there, there must be some purpose for going there.

After hearing Qin Zheng's question, the old monk Chongming clasped his hands together and recited a Buddhist name in a low voice before saying slowly: "Donor Shi Dian has sinned deeply."

"The poor monk came here just to wake up Shi Dian's benefactor and stop him from continuing to be stubborn. This will harm others and himself."

"I just never thought that on the way there, I would meet the donor and his party."

When Qin Zheng heard this, his eyes sank slightly, and then asked: "So the master witnessed the whole process?"

I can't hide my situation like this!

"Amitabha!"

The old monk from Chongming recited a Buddhist name again.

Then when he looked at Qin Zheng, his eyes were full of appreciation.

"The donor has a predestined relationship with my Buddhist sect, and his martial arts has the meaning of Buddhist Vajra. Coupled with his compassionate heart, he will definitely become rich and powerful in the future!"

The old monk from Chongming said this.

Qin Zheng frowned slightly when he heard this, then raised his head and looked at the old monk in surprise.

The other party saw the process of beating Shi Dian to death but did not say anything.

This old monk's martial arts skills are certainly not low!

Otherwise, how could an ordinary monk dare to make false claims to awaken a bully who was going through the pain of losing his son?

And he can also clearly see that the roots of his martial arts are related to Buddhism!

Thinking of this, Qin Zheng hesitated for a moment and said: "Master, please help me keep what I do a secret."

The old monk from Chongming nodded when he heard this and said with a smile: "Old monk is an ascetic monk. No one in this huge black wild goose city will pay attention to me."

"Since the poor monk is a monk, he will naturally not gossip and reveal the donor's information, hoping that the donor can rest assured."

Qin Zheng nodded, then looked at the soup in his hand, then raised it and drank it in one gulp.

Sure enough, after taking this bowl of soup, a warm feeling suddenly spread from the stomach.

Waves of warmth quickly integrated into every part of his body, nourishing it and soothing the pain.

My body suddenly felt much better.

Qin Zheng put the bowl aside, stood up, saluted the old monk Chongming, and said, "Qin Zheng thanks the master for this!"

The old monk Chongming also bowed in return.

Now that I have woken up and my body has recovered a little.

Qin Zheng did not intend to stay here any longer, so he immediately said goodbye.

But at the end, the old monk gave Qin Zheng a prescription and asked him to take the medicine and boil it according to the prescription, which can heal the internal injuries.

At the same time, he also warned: "The donor has extremely good bones and good understanding. It should be a happy event to be able to quickly practice martial arts."

"It's just that without internal strength as a foundation to polish the foundation of the physical body, forcing martial arts training to improve will only hurt the body and destroy the essence of the human body."

"In the future, the donor should not forcefully use more power than his body can bear unless necessary, in order to avoid further mishaps."

Qin Zheng nodded when he heard this, understanding that the other party was doing it for his own good.

So after bowing again, Qin Zheng left the ruined temple.

First, I went to the street and bought some medicinal materials according to the prescription given by the old monk.

Then after returning home, boil the medicinal materials over fire.

When he was free, he took out the martial arts skills he had learned from Shi Dian from his arms.

At the same time, a trace of his mind sank into his heart.