The Arhat Fist that was agreed, how did it become the palm of the Tathagata?

Xiao Xun informed Xuan Chi of his plan, hoping to get Xuan Chi's consent.

"Do you want to continue to cultivate the golden bell jar?"

Xuan Chi glanced at Xiao Xun.

Today, many monks are asking him about Xiao Xun's situation, even the abbot Xuanzheng asked him a few words.

Xiao Xun nodded and said: "The disciple's meridians are blocked, so he can't practice internal energy, he can only cultivate external energy like the golden bell jar."

Xuan Chi pondered and said: "Using waterfall water to cultivate is indeed a good method."

"Yeah, Senior Brother Qiao Song also practiced there." Xiao Xun nodded repeatedly.

"In the past, not many people knew you, and you could practice anywhere."

While adding water to the porcelain pot, Xuan Chi said, "After yesterday's exchange battle, almost every Shaolin monk knows you.

Although Shaolin is a pure place of Buddhism.

But most of the disciples in the temple are good at martial arts, and you are famous outside, some disciples may try your strength. "

Xiao Xun paused, and understood Xuan Chi's meaning in seconds.

Xuan Chi said it very cryptically.

To put it bluntly, in the future there will definitely be disciples in the temple who want to gain a sense of accomplishment by defeating or even humiliating Xiao Xun.

"On the road of cultivation, one should not be afraid of any challenges."

A firm look flashed across Xiao Xun's face, and he said, "If you were afraid of the challenge, this disciple wouldn't have stood up and walked in front of Little King Kong yesterday."

A look of appreciation flashed in Xuan Chi's eyes, he nodded and said: "If that's the case, let's go.

However, the herbal scriptures should continue to be read. "

"Okay, thank you Master Uncle for fulfilling the task." Xiao Xun smiled.

The next day.

It's not yet dawn.

Xiao Xun ran out of the alchemy room, out of the Yaowang courtyard, and went straight to Ziyun Peak.

Come to the waterfall at the foot of Ziyun Peak...

Xiao Xun took a deep breath, fresh air entered his nostrils, fresh and free.

"starting today."

"Be a young monk who is diligent in cultivation."

Xiao Xun took off his monk clothes and shoes, and stepped into the waterfall.

It was the twelfth lunar month, and it was freezing cold.

The torrential waterfall water exudes bursts of chill.

The freezing temperature not only didn't make Xiao Xun feel uncomfortable at all, but actually made him quite excited.

The long-lost feeling is back.

Near noon.

Qiao Song quietly came to the waterfall.

Just now, he went to Yaowangyuan, wanted to say goodbye to Xiao Xun, but learned from the Danta gatekeeper that Xiao Xun had slipped out of the Danta early in the morning...

Qiao Song thought for a while, and guessed that the little master came here in all likelihood.

as predicted.

As soon as he came nearby, he saw the little bald head in the pool.

Qiao Song stood near the waterfall and did not disturb Xiao Xun's cultivation.

Knowing that the little master's meridians were blocked, Qiao Song not only did not despise him at all, on the contrary, he admired him even more.

Before, he only felt that the little master in front of him was very talented, and he could practice the mediocre Arhat Boxing to an unimaginable level.

At that time, what Qiao Song valued more was Xiao Xun's talent, and he believed that Xiao Xun was truly the favored one of heaven, a peerless genius.

But now, what Qiao Song admires is Xiao Xun's tenacity, open-mindedness, and unyielding qualities.

watched for a while.

Qiao Song left quietly.

It's like it's never been here.

A strong thought came to my mind:

Next time I see this little master again, I must invite this little master to drink altar wine!

only…

When will the next time be?

On the way to leave, Qiao Song remembered the words of his teacher Xuan Tong.

"Song'er, your strength is not weaker than mine, there is no need to come to Shaolin again."

Xuantong is the eminent monk of the Xuan family who led Qiao Song on the road of cultivation.

Qiao Song is a lay disciple in Shaolin every year, largely because he wants to come to Shaolin to honor his teacher Xuantong.

And now.

The mentor spoke in person.

Qiao Song knew exactly what this meant.

Moreover, although Shaolin and the Beggars' Gang have always been good, as a disciple of the Beggars' Gang, they have been coming to Shaolin to be lay disciples, which will eventually affect the reputation of the Beggars' Gang.

In particular, Qiao Song has already begun to take over some affairs of the Beggar Gang.

If nothing else, he should be the next leader of the Beggar Gang.

...

in the next few days.

Xia Dechun, Taoist nun Zhuangzhuang, Wang Po and others left one after another.

Xia Yu, Ruan Lingzhu, and Dao Chen all went to the Pill Pagoda to look for Xiao Xun before they left.

It's a pity that Xiao Xun was so absorbed in cultivation that he couldn't extricate himself, he didn't see these three people at all, and Xiao Xun only knew about it when Xuan Chi raised his mouth when refining the antidote decoction.

About half a month passed.

The erysipelas on Xiao Xun's body was completely removed, and there was no reason to continue living in the Dan Tower.

According to Xiao Xun's intention, he would naturally want to go back to Chuzuzhai, he still misses Xuanku Master Shuzu and Huizhen and other senior brothers.

Staying in the Yaowangyuan, maybe because he was too close to Xuan Chi, ordinary disciples of the Hui family would have strange eyes when they saw him.

Although I didn't intend to make any friends at all, I was a little lonely after all.

only…

Xuan Chi didn't put him back to Chuzu Zhai, but personally arranged him in the Scripture Pavilion of Yaowangyuan.

In the Sutra Pavilion in the Yaowang Courtyard, all the books in it are related to herbal medicine, medical skills, alchemy and so on.

The task assigned to Xiao Xun is also very simple, there is no need to do anything specific, just read a scripture every day.

This kind of treatment can already catch up with the disciples of Bodhidharma Academy.

In this regard.

Xiao Xun was quite grateful.

Therefore, he set a small goal for himself:

Read an extra book every day.

that's it.

Xiao Xun was considered to have completely stayed in Yaowangyuan.

After half a year, everything was calm.

This morning, Xiao Xun didn't go to Ziyun Peak to practice, but went to Chuzu Zhai on Wuru Peak with a food box.

Visit Master Xuanku's uncle.

Since joining Yaowangyuan...

Xiao Xun would set aside one morning every month to go to Chuzuzhai, visit Xuanku, and catch up with a few acquainted senior brothers in Chuzuzhai.

In this world, Xuan Ku was the one who really led him on the path of cultivation.

Moreover, Xuanku took good care of him during Chuzu Zhai.

Xiao Xun is definitely not a good monk, he secretly took pills and learned martial arts without any psychological pressure.

However, as a person, there are still some virtues of knowing kindness and repaying.

Of course, another reason is that practicing alone all day is more or less boring.

Going to Chuzu Zhai every other month is a small vacation for myself.

Chapter 61 Read more Buddhist scriptures

Chuzuzhai, Buddhist hall.

Xiao Xun arranged the vegetarian food in the lunch box, and sat on the opposite side of Xuan Ku.

"Admiralty has encountered a bottleneck?"

While eating the vegetarian food in front of him, Xuan Ku asked casually.

Xiao Xun paused, shook his head and said, "I don't know if it's a bottleneck, but I just feel that the waterfall is useless to me."

Now, when cultivating the golden bell jar under the waterfall, I no longer feel any pressure.

During this period of time, Xiao Xun still went to the bottom of the waterfall every day. Most of the time, what he practiced was not the golden bell cover, but running in the pool and shuttling back and forth under the waterfall, so as to exercise his speed.

"It's not bad to be able to cultivate the golden bell cover to this level without cultivating the sense of qi." Xuan Ku gave a rare compliment.

Xiao Xun smiled shyly, and said modestly: "It's still far away."

"Have you ever thought about learning another martial art?" Xuan Ku asked.

"Learn one more course?"

Xiao Xun's heart moved, and he asked curiously, "What does Master Uncle mean?"

"Agility." Xuan Ku said concisely.

Xiao Xun scratched the tip of his nose and said with a smile: "Recently, this disciple has been running under the waterfall every day, wanting to exercise his speed."

Xuanku put down the bowl and chopsticks, stood up and walked back to the meditation room to lie down.

For a moment, get out.

There is an extra animal skin in his hand.

Seeing the animal skin in Xuan Ku's hand, Xiao Xun raised his eyelids slightly, a sense of familiarity spontaneously emerged.

Back then, when the evil thief Gu Wansheng died, there was an animal skin among his belongings.

Xiao Xun thought about it for a while, and the strangeness in his eyes became even worse.

The style and color of this animal skin are basically exactly the same as the animal skin carried by Gu Wansheng.

"This is a record of another sect's lightness kung fu."

Xuan Ku sat down, handed the animal skin to Xiao Xun, and said, "This lightness skill, pay attention to the pace, even if you don't use true energy, you can increase the speed."

Xiao Xun's eyes lit up, and he even looked at the animal skin, but he didn't see any words.

"Forehead……"

Xiao Xun looked up at Xuan Ku.

Xuanku said: "When you go back, soak it in the water, its own skills will emerge, and burn it after you recite it."

"Okay." Xiao Xun nodded.