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

At that time, the undercurrent in the waterfall and pool could no longer make him feel much resistance.

At the bottom of the pond, the soil is soft and muddy, making it difficult to walk on.

Moreover, there are lotus flowers and lotus leaves in this pond, and the roots of lotus roots are messy.

These two points made the bottom of the pond a holy place for Xiao Xun to practice lightness kung fu.

"Hey, the bottom seems to be useless."

Xiao Xun sighed lightly.

Now, he can walk unimpeded in the mud at the bottom of the water, and "get out of the mud without being stained", and he hasn't damaged a lotus root for a long time.

Near Shaolin…

Xiao Xun's speed slowed down.

After all, Shadow Chasing Wind Walk is not Shaolin martial arts. If it is performed in the temple, if someone pays attention to it, it is very likely that it will be reported to the Discipline Academy.

Come outside the gate of Shaolin Temple.

"Brother Huiwu." The two white-clothed monks in charge of guarding the gate of the temple shouted at Xiao Xun.

Xiao Xun nodded slightly, and went straight through the door.

Today, it has been ten years since he joined Shaolin, and the former little novice monk has also become the senior brother of many new disciples.

...

Mahavira Hall.

Abbot Xuanzheng of Shaolin Temple received Zhang Cuifeng and his party here.

Zhang Cuifeng handed over a red invitation card and said: "After half a month, it will be my master's 160th birthday. I sincerely invite Shaolin to come to Wudang."

"Really Zhang's 160th birthday."

Xuanzheng flipped through the invitation, said softly, and said with a smile, "Shaolin must go on time to celebrate Zhenren Zhang's birthday."

Zhang Zhenren, the former head of the Zhenwu Sect, is said to have surpassed the ancestor of the Zhenwu Sect, Emperor Zhenwu.

Although he didn't enter the list, he is one of the strongest people recognized in the world today.

Someone once asked Elder Tianji why Zhang Zhenren from the Zhenwu Sect was not included in the list. Elder Tianji answered five words: Master Zhang is not allowed.

After a few polite words from Zhang Cuifeng and Xuanzheng, Zhang Cuifeng couldn't help talking about what he had seen and heard at the pond.

"A Shaolin disciple?" Xuanzheng was a little dazed, and pondered, "Are you sure that's a Shaolin disciple?"

Zhang Cuifeng hesitated and said: "I only saw the back, he is very young, and the monk's clothes on his body are the same as those worn by Shaolin Huizi generation monks."

Xuanzheng thought for a while, and guessed: "Maybe it's a certain disciple of the Bodhidharma Academy."

"A disciple of the Bodhidharma Academy..."

Zhang Cuifeng was thoughtful, and his guess was that he was also a disciple of Bodhidharma Academy.

The masters of the younger generation of Shaolin are mostly in the Bodhidharma Academy.

"Zhang Wuxia has been exhausted all the way, why not stay in Shaolin for two days first." Xuanzheng suggested.

"it is good."

Zhang Cuifeng nodded.

Afterwards, Xuanzheng arranged for a deacon monk in yellow to look after Zhang Cuifeng and his group.

After making arrangements.

Xuanzheng convened the heads of the various courts to discuss the matter of celebrating the birthday of Zhenwu Zhang Zhenren.

Chapter 63 Not a disciple of Bodhidharma Academy? 【1/10 seeking first order】

Soon.

For the first time, all Shaolin schools gathered in the Daxiong Hall.

Xuan Kong, the head of the Zhike Academy, said: "The two factions of Shaolin and Zhenwu are called 'Northern Shaolin and Southern Zhenwu' in the Jianghu. The relationship has always been good. Zhang Zhenzhen's 160th birthday, we Shaolin can't neglect it."

"Is the relationship good?"

Xuan Bei, the head of the Luohan Hall, said, "As far as I know, the disciples of the Zhenwu sect have always been dissatisfied with our Shaolin, thinking that 'Northern Shaolin' is ranked above 'South Zhenwu', which is not worthy of the name."

"Hehe~, some fights between juniors are insignificant."

Xuankong smiled and said, "The Zhenwu faction sent Zhang Wuxia and Song Shaoxia to send invitations this time, which already shows the importance they attach to Shaolin."

Abbot Xuanzheng nodded and said: "That's right, of the seven true martial arts heroes, the most famous one is Zhang Wuxia."

After discussing for a while, a group of monks decided to send a 'Da Huan Pill' as Shaolin's birthday gift to Master Zhang.

"Really Zhang accepted Prince Xiao Qian of the Great Zhou as his closed disciple five years ago, and he has already been involved in the battle for the crown prince of the Great Zhou. I'm afraid this 160th birthday will not be peaceful." Xuan Kong, the head of the Zhike Academy, said. 26 Xuanzheng nodded and said, "Just in case, this time I would like to invite Senior Brother Xuanji and Junior Brother Xuankong to go together."

Xuan Ji, the head of the Bodhidharma Academy.

"Okay." Xuan Ji and Xuan Kong nodded.

After discussing the details for a while, Xuanzheng left Xuanzhi, the head of Yaowangyuan, and the rest of the monks left one after another.

"Junior Brother Xuanchi, how many Great Returning Pills are there in Yaowangyuan?" Xuanzheng asked.

"Five." Xuan Chi said.

"Five..." Xuanzheng murmured, "This time, to celebrate Zhenren Zhang's birthday, take two."

"Two?" Xuan Chi was surprised.

Xuanzheng said: "In the past few years, there have been constant turmoil in Shaolin, and even often spread to the temple. I suspect that there may be other sects working in the temple."

"Don't send secret work..." Xuan Chi was startled, after thinking about it for a while, he found that in recent years, Shaolin has indeed been plagued by disasters.

Especially, Xuan Chi felt it even more strongly when he was in Yaowangyuan.

Elaborate... maybe there really is.

"Take two big redemption pills, do you want...one light and one dark?" Xuan Chi pondered.

Xuanzheng nodded, and said: "The Great Redemption Pill is well-known, if someone finds out that the birthday gift Shaolin gave to Master Zhang is the Great Redemption Pill, it is very likely that they will be robbed.

One is in the light and the other is in the dark. Even if you lose one, you won't have nothing to show at Zhang Zhenren's birthday party. "

"Okay, I'll arrange it." Xuan Chi nodded, and a figure appeared in his mind.

In the afternoon, a group of Zhang Cuifeng and Song Qinglun came to the Bodhidharma Academy. Under the arrangement of Xuanji, the head of the Bodhidharma Academy, the four juniors headed by Song Qinglun had a friendly exchange with the Hui disciples of the Bodhidharma Academy.

Four battles, two wins and two losses.

True martial arts, Shaolin, regardless of victory or defeat.

Zhang Cuifeng recounted what happened by the pond again, and said: "I have disturbed that master's Qingxiu, and I want to make amends in person."

Xuan Ji, the head of the Bodhidharma Academy, was a little dazed.

Practice at the bottom of the pond?

He only heard that there were disciples practicing under the waterfall, but this was the first time he heard of someone practicing under the pond.

After being asked...

"I'm afraid it's not a disciple of my Bodhidharma Academy."

Xuan Ji said, also a little curious in his heart, which courtyard disciples Zhang Cuifeng and others are looking for.

"Not a disciple of Bodhidharma Academy?"

Zhang Cuifeng was surprised, and immediately laughed, "Shaolin really hides dragons and crouching tigers."

Xuanji said politely: "True martial arts are heroes, and the strength of this Song Shaoxia has been passed down by true martial arts."

Song Qinglun on the side showed a modest smile.

Zhang Cuifeng glanced at Song Qinglun, smiled, and made no comment.

In his heart, he was rather unconcerned, Song Qinglun was indeed very talented, and his strength was stronger than that of the younger generation.

But compared with his own son Zhang Wuji, he is still a little worse~. After leaving Bodhidharma Courtyard, Zhang Cuifeng, Song Qinglun and his party went to Prajna Courtyard, Luohan Hall, Bodhi Courtyard and other halls. In the evening, a group of people came Go outside the Yaowang courtyard.

"That Huiwu seems to be a disciple of Yaowang Academy." Song Qinglun said.

The yellow-clothed monk who had been accompanying the group all the time nodded and said with a smile: "Mr. Huiwu's medical skills are superb, and he has been taught by Mr. Xuan Chi."

"Oh? Has he changed his studies to medicine?"

Song Qinglun was curious.

The yellow-clothed monk smiled and said: "The disciples of the Yaowang Academy, everyone studies medicine."

"Go in and have a look." Zhang Cuifeng said.

"Okay." The monk in yellow nodded and led a group of people into the Yaowang courtyard.

The Yaowang Courtyard is different from other halls. There is not a big Yanwu Square here, but mostly various medicine gardens, and the Chanyuan is scattered among the medicine gardens.

"What a strong medicinal fragrance. Practicing here will definitely get twice the result with half the effort." A disciple exclaimed.

As soon as you enter Yaowangyuan, you will be greeted with a tangy medicinal fragrance, which will make you feel refreshed.

Hearing that Zhang Cuifeng and his group came to Yaowangyuan, Xuan Chi, the head of Yaowangyuan, came to greet him with several people.

After some simple politeness, Zhang Cuifeng once again told about what he had seen and heard by the pond.

"Practice at the bottom of the river?"

Hearing this, a figure subconsciously appeared in Xuan Chi's mind, hesitantly said: "Are you sure his lightness kung fu is very good?"

Zhang Cuifeng nodded, and said: "Standing on a lotus, your body is as light as a swallow."

"That shouldn't be him." Xuan Chi whispered.

"Who?" Zhang Cuifeng was curious.

Xuan Chi said as he walked, "I happen to have something to do with him, and you will know when the time comes."

Hearing this, Zhang Cuifeng, Song Qinglun and the others became even more curious.

moment.

The group came to a meditation room.

In the courtyard of the meditation room, various medicinal herbs are drying in the sun, and the various medicinal smells gather together to form a complex and indistinguishable medicinal fragrance.

At the front of the courtyard, there is a rocking chair made of bamboo, and a monk in white is lying on the rocking chair.

This 167 white-clothed monk is about seventeen years old, with a slender body, fair skin, and an indescribably handsome face.

Seeing this white-clothed monk, the group of people who walked into the courtyard subconsciously lowered their footsteps.

Xuan Chi casually picked up a piece of herbal medicine from a dustpan and asked, "What is this?"

"Calendula chinensis, sweet, slightly bitter, cool in nature. It has the effect of clearing heat and detoxifying, cooling blood and stopping bleeding."

The monk in white clothed his eyes and replied lazily, "It can cure cold, jaundice, diarrhea, dysentery, hematemesis due to blood heat, blood collapse, bruises..."

Zhang Cuifeng, Song Qinglun and others showed strange expressions. They had been looking at the white-clothed monk, and they could all confirm that the white-clothed monk hadn't opened his eyes.

A flash of relief flashed in Xuan Chi's eyes, and he said, "It seems that I am not lazy."

"Student, how dare you?" The monk in white sat up, saw Zhang Cuifeng and others beside Xuan Chi, and quickly stood up.

This monk in white is naturally Xiao Xun.

The current him has completely opened up, and he is half a head taller than Xuan Chi.

The skin is fair, and the face is unbelievably handsome; the white clothes and stockings are spotless.

"Who is this?" Zhang Cuifeng asked curiously.

Song Qinglun looked at Xiao Xun's cheek, and a look of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

This monk... looks even better than him!

You must know that Zhang Wuji, who is stronger than him, can only be on par with him in appearance.

But the little monk in front of him was too handsome. .