Chuanwu: Going back to the village to show off?I add some martial arts to become a saint

Qi: 244

Strength: 2.46△△△

Spirit: 2.45△

Speed: 2.39△△△△

Physique: 2.78△△△△

Free attribute points: 0.98

Skill: Zhaobao Taijiquan lv5 (171/5000)

Pao Hammer LV4 (274/1000)

Bajiquan LV5 (17/5000)

Shaolin Plum Blossom Pile Lv4 (158/1000)

Youshen Baguazhang LV4 (2/1000)

Medicinal Chinese Shenxilu LV3 (3/500)

Whole Body Contemplation LV3 (3/500)

After making up your mind, the free attribute points increased by practicing Tai Chi in the morning is simply terrifying, and it skyrocketed by 0.58 after one morning exercise.

No, all the attribute points spent on Bajiquan just now came back after practicing once?

"Practice it again and you will have the third level five."

Lin Qing felt refreshed.

Before, he was worried that the higher the level, the more difficult it would be to get free attribute points.

It seems that my route is on the right track, but I still have to find a way to give Ba Guazhang a purpose later.

After washing his feet by the lake following the old way, Lin Qing led the black panther down the mountain and returned to his residence.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, Lin Qing saw Jue Guzi sitting on the horseback waiting for him.

"What were you doing this early in the morning?"

"I have nothing to do, I went to the back mountain to practice boxing for a while."

Lin Qing explained casually, and asked, "You don't need to entertain pilgrims?"

Qingyun Temple is a shift system. At this time, some Taoist priests will go to the Jade Emperor Hall to welcome pilgrims, and the other part will be scattered in various halls for cleaning.

"I don't need it, my status is special."

Jue Guzi chuckled, and explained: "My job is to go downhill every month to visit some masters. The boss asks for sponsorship, and I have free time after class sooner or later."

Times are developing, and Taoism is also improving.

For Taoist temples like Baiyun Temple, relying on some pilgrims alone, let alone food, I am afraid that they cannot even afford the daily maintenance costs of the Taoist temple.

So Taoist priests like Jue Guzi are responsible for going down the mountain to big customers like Zheng Kefu. The incense money they donate at one time is enough for the daily life and food of the Taoist temple for a year.

"By the way, there is an old Taoist in your view, do you recognize it?"

Lin Qing thought for a while and asked.

After listening to Lin Qing's description, Jue Guzi pursed his beard and was at a loss.

"Brother Lin, if you want to say that you met him at five or six in the morning, our Taoist temple really doesn't have such a person."

"Because at that time, both the abbot and Gao Gong would read morning lessons in the main hall in the backyard. It was like this every day, and nothing could be changed."

Not a member of Qingyun Temple?

Lin Qing was a little disappointed.

"However, if you want to talk about this character, I still have a little impression."

Hearing this, Lin Qing's brows twitched, couldn't he finish it all in one breath?

"That must have been a year ago. It seems that on the day of the Sanqing Festival, a wandering Taoist priest came to us and wanted to place an order."

"I was very impressed with him at the time, because the master planned to test his skills, but it ended within two seconds after the two of them entered the room, and then the master became extremely respectful to him, and even specially assigned him A separate courtyard."

Jue Guzi thought back: "This old cultivator is a bit special. You know, even if he is a Taoist priest who comes to place an order, he will attend the morning and evening classes in Guanli."

"Hey, but since that day, I haven't seen him in the Taoist temple."

Speaking of this, Jue Guzi was a little surprised: "I didn't expect him to still live in Guanli. It must have been more than a year. It's really strange."

After listening to Jue Guzi's narration, Lin Qing fell into deep thought.

If the other party lived for so long, he must have developed the habit of going to the cliff for morning exercises every morning.

So if I go there early tomorrow, I should be able to meet him.

Thinking of this, Lin Qing's heart felt hot.

Jue Guzi's master is the abbot of Baiyun Temple, and it is not easy for him to respect the old Taoists very much.

Get up early tomorrow, go there early and watch over!

Lin Qing didn't ask the other party to teach him anything, after all Taoist priests were very fancy about inheritance.

He only thought that it would be enough to fight against him.

Since embarking on the road of mastering martial arts, the strongest opponents Lin Qing has encountered, whether it is Zheng Kefu or Mr. Zheng, are too old to display their full strength.

If this old Taoist really has something, one sparring session is enough to benefit him a lot.

"That old cultivator should be very powerful. You should know that like our Qingyun Temple, ordinary Taoist priests have to pay more than 1000 yuan a month for a single fee. Only those who have real things in their stomachs can eat and eat. drink"

Jue Guzi was amazed when he thought of this, and then waved his hand: "Let's not talk about it, let's go, today I will take you to visit our Taoist temple."

In the afternoon, Jue Guzi turned into a tour guide, first took Lin Qing to taste the fast food in Guanli, and then went for a walk around the Jade Emperor Palace, and asked for a longevity card.

I have to say that the incense of Qingyun Temple is really expensive, regardless of the ten yuan ticket, the consumption after entering is at least two to three hundred per person.

Although Jue Guzi's face, all tours in the temple are free of charge, but at this time Lin Qing is absent-minded and drifts all over the old Taoist body.

As night fell, the Taoist priests who had been busy all day finally rested.

When Lin Qing returned to the room, he immediately practiced the method of contemplation and regained his energy.

There was nothing to say all night, and Lin Qing opened his eyes before the Taoist priests chanted.

Looking at the phone, it was only 04:30 in the morning.

He quickly washed up, changed into a set of exercise clothes, and deftly opened the window without any movement.

Afterwards, Lin Qing saw that there was no one around, lowered his center of gravity, and ran up the mountain sneakily.

Following yesterday's route, Lin Qing grew lotuses step by step, advancing at full speed, and arrived at the cliff in only ten minutes.

At this time, the sky had just turned white, and the vision was blurred and still a little dark.

"no one?"

Lin Qing scanned around, but couldn't find any sign of the old man, so he was a little disappointed.

The Taoist priest has a weird personality, and it is very possible that the other party changed places because of his appearance yesterday and was disturbed and clean.

After waiting for a while, no one was seen, so it can only be said that the two only met once.

Lin Qing sighed and had no choice but to warm up and prepare for morning exercises.

Suddenly, his ears moved slightly, and he heard the sound of footsteps in the distance.

He hurriedly turned his head to look, only to see that old Taoist clothes coming from the mist, with water droplets still hanging on his body.

Chapter 110 The Lost Special Skill Swastika Hand!

The old Taoist also saw Lin Qing, so he found a stone pier and sat cross-legged on it to meditate.

The cliff here is so narrow that it can only accommodate one person doing morning exercises.

"Old cultivator, thank you for your guidance yesterday."

Lin Qing was a little embarrassed to take over someone else's cultivation site, and thanked him with a bow.

The old Taoist waved his hands and shook his head, indicating that it was okay, and then closed his eyes.

Is the other party unable to speak?

Lin Qing was puzzled, and was about to speak, the Taoist seemed to have guessed his question, and took out a wooden sign from his bosom, with the word "forbidden speech" written on it.

It's not that the old Taoist can't speak, but he is practicing a special Zen skill called closed-mouth meditation.

Quanzhen Sect advocates the integration of the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. Wang Chongyang also personally founded the Three Religions and Qibao Association to worship the Supreme Lord, Sakyamuni and Confucius.

Therefore, it is not surprising that a Taoist priest is practicing Zen.

Lin Qing spoke in his stomach, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "The younger generation often practices martial arts alone, and there are very few like-minded people. Can you exchange ideas with the old practitioners, and use martial arts to make friends?"

When the two met for the second time, it was naturally impossible for Lin Qing to say something like "please teach me a trick or two" without emotional intelligence.

If you can fight against him, it will be enough to gain experience from the opponent.

The old man slowly opened his eyes, looked Lin Qing up and down, and nodded after a while.

Seeing the other party agreeing, Lin Qing was overjoyed: "There is an open place by the lake ahead."

However, the old Taoist shook his head and pointed to the cliff under Lin Qing's feet.

Is this to compete under the cliff? !

Lin Qing was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to look, there was no bottom to be seen under the cliff, if he stumbled, he would be crushed to pieces.

This old way...

Even Lin Qing never even thought about competing in such a precipitous place.

There was a slight smile in the corner of the old Taoist's eyes, and he raised his hands and made a gesture of grabbing.

The opponent should have seen that he was practicing Taijiquan yesterday, so he wanted to learn Lin Qing's best grappling.

However, such a cramped place, let alone grasping, could not even spread his arms.

This undoubtedly greatly increased the difficulty of this exchange.

Seeing Lin Qing's hesitation, the old man raised his index finger and shook it slightly.

That appearance turned out to be mocking himself.

Crazy Taoist!

"If that's the case, then it's better to be respectful than to obey."

Seeing this, Lin Qing was also ready to fight, and made a small path that could accommodate half a person, and made a gesture of please.

The old Taoist got up slowly, lightly brushed off the dew on the Taoist robe, took off the layered bottom, and came barefoot.

When the two were crowded together on this path, it seemed that even breathing became difficult.

However, this path will not be unable to bear the weight of the two, after all, there is a welcoming pine in front of it.

Lin Qing had a dignified face, with his arms outstretched, one hand facing down in a bird shape, the other hand standing with one palm, and his body slightly bent.

This pose is called Single Whip, and it can be regarded as a Tai Chi starting posture. It can be left or right, high or low, palm or fist, both offensive and defensive. This shows Lin Qing's solemnity when facing this opponent.

The old man smiled slightly, his lower body did not move, he crossed his hands and put them on his chest.

His movements are extremely strange, his right hand is in the shape of a "丅", facing Lin Qing, and his left hand hides two fingers, and his thumb stands up, a bit like a handjob.

Swastika hand!

When seeing this scene, Lin Qing's muscles tensed instantly, and his pupils trembled.

I can see the opponent's hand gesture, and I also learned it from Dr. Zheng.

According to him, the swastika was learned by Sun Lutang when he competed with a wandering Taoist priest, and some people said that he learned it from the eminent monks in Mount Emei, but this is just a legend, and no one knows the real situation.

Although there are only eight moves, the eight trigrams are subtly integrated into the five fingers, and the changes are endless.

Not to mention the cultivation method, even if it is a discussion, almost all martial arts books do not mention the swastika hand, which shows the confidentiality of its inheritance, which is called "the method does not penetrate the six ears"

This has a great relationship with its unique practice method.

As the saying goes, it is better to receive ten punches than one palm; it is better to receive ten palms than one finger.