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

Seeing Lin Qing's back getting farther and farther away, he reacted and asked hastily.

"The Daoist swastika hand."

Lin Qing paused slightly, and a voice came.

Hearing this, the Taoist murmured, and the images of the two sparring were constantly playing back in his mind, and he felt that he had benefited a lot.

Don't look at Lin Qing just simply holding his hand, as the so-called return to basics, Taoist priests can appreciate the mystery of it since they were elementary school doctors.

At the moment when the hands are swept over, grasping the pulse, dividing tendons, holding the breath, and tapping acupuncture points are integrated into the most common grasping.

Can do this, who else but the Grand Master?

"There is a young great master in the temple!" After a long pause, he finally realized, and ran to hurriedly: "You have to inform Senior Brother Jue Guzi as soon as possible."

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Walking all the way back to the courtyard, Lin Qing stretched.

It is now the beginning of autumn, although the climate in the capital is dry, but the wind on Qingyun Mountain is cool and relaxing.

The panther lay listlessly in the room, and hadn't even stepped out of the room since receiving the ban.

"Come and have fun in the courtyard."

Lin Qing couldn't bear it, and said.

Hearing this, the big black dog instantly became energetic, and rushed to his feet to have fun.

After a while, the younger brothers who were hiding in the distance and watching secretly also ran into the courtyard and surrounded the black panther.

Seeing this, Lin Qing couldn't help feeling a little funny.

I have to say that these dogs are quite loyal, and they still follow the black panther relentlessly.

"I asked someone to bring delicious food from down the mountain. Anyone who sees me later will have a share."

Lin Qing said with a smile that when chatting with Jue Guzi earlier, he asked him to help him go down the mountain with two roast chickens and a few bottles of beer.

Being idle now is also idle, Lin Qing glanced at the two monotonous old trees in the courtyard.

Just make a makeshift hammock.

Living on the mountain for the past few days, he always felt that something was missing.

After thinking about it, I didn't realize until now, how can there be no dangling hammocks in this courtyard?

As the night darkened, Jue Guzi walked over with a roast chicken and beer.

When I saw the scene in the yard, I was completely dumbfounded.

In the originally somewhat deserted yard, several dogs were chasing and having fun. Lin Qing got a hammock from nowhere, and lay on it wobbly, with a fat orange cat lying on his body.

"You're here?"

Lin Qing turned over, saw the roast chicken and beer in Jue Guzi's hand, and sincerely invited: "Thank you, thank you, Taoist, would you like to drink some together?"

Chapter 119 Chatting after dinner, tempering with waterfalls!

There were other pilgrims or wandering Taoist priests who came to Qingyun Temple to place orders, all with a pious attitude, but Lin Qing seemed to really come to travel.

But he really couldn't say much.

It is true that Taoist priests love to form good karma, especially Qingyun Temple.

Otherwise, this Taoist temple would not have stood in the capital for so long.

To be known as the No. [-] Taoist temple in the royal family, there must be someone behind it.

In addition, Lin Qing really didn't violate the taboo in the temple, Jue Guzi couldn't laugh or cry: "We have the precepts of five meat, three dislikes and four not eating, so let's avoid drinking."

In Quanzhen teaching, there are always more rules than Zhengyi.

"OK then."

Lin Qing jumped down from the hammock and took the chicken beer.

At this time, the group of big yellow dogs had long been impatient, surrounded Lin Qing's feet, and even pawed at his body, paying New Year's greetings and whimpering.

"Wang!"

At this moment, the black panther let out a low growl, and the younger brothers obeyed instantly and sat obediently in a row behind it.

Seeing this scene, Jue Guzi was surprised, and said a little funny: "Your family's five evil dogs are really gods."

You must know that the free-range cats and dogs in their Taoist temples are all disobedient masters, and they have been subdued by the black leopard in just a few days.

Lin Qing tore apart a roast chicken and distributed it to the cats and dogs, then moved a horse and sat down in the courtyard to finish dinner.

A mouthful of roast chicken, a mouthful of beer, his mouth was full of oil, and he called it happy.

Seeing that he was eating very well, Jue Guzi was a little helpless: "Today, a younger brother said that a young grand master came to the temple."

Hearing this, Lin Qing gnawed the chicken leg slightly, and said in surprise: "A young grand master?! What a terrifying cultivation talent is this?"

"Stop acting, I know that person is you."

Jue Guzi frowned, and continued: "Brother Lin, the story of you kicking the Zheng family's Baji has already spread throughout the martial arts circle."

"Now that the Martial Arts Exchange Conference is coming, the leaders of the Southern factions have also entered Beijing."

"If you want to live a quieter life in the future, I suggest keeping a low profile."

What is the concept of a young grand master?

Not to mention the martial arts circle, even Qingyun Temple is willing to let him eat and live for free.

If the fact that I live in the temple is known to everyone, I am afraid that the people who come to visit will form a long queue.

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In order to improve his attributes better, Lin Qing asked if there was any place on this mountain that could be used for practicing.

"Brother Lin, although our Qingyun Mountain is not as stretched as the Taihang Mountain, and the Shu Road is dangerous, there are everything that should be found on the mountain."

Jue Guzi opened up the chatter box, talking about the beautiful scenery on the mountain endlessly.

Through the other party's introduction, Lin Qing learned that there is a waterfall just above this Taoist temple.

If the third-level swastika hand wants to continue to squeeze efficiency, it needs the steepness of nature.

So Lin Qing decided to try the waterfall tomorrow morning to see if he could practice the swastika hand.

After drinking for three rounds, the long bell rang from a distance, and Qingyun Temple began to curfew.

"Then... well, I will withdraw first, let's... talk again another day."

Jue Guzi staggered to his feet and said in a stumbling manner.

Lin Qing stared at him with a strange expression, then looked at the beer bottle at his feet, and said kindly: "Would you like to make do with me for a night today?"

At some point, Jue Guzi actually finished a piece of beer and couldn't speak fluently.

It seems that the life of this Taoist priest looks carefree, but in fact he also needs to vent.

"It's all right!"

Jue Guzi waved his hand and staggered away.

Alcohol is just a rush, for him, it can dissipate with a blow.

Lin Qing stretched, got up, packed the leftovers, and prepared to go to bed.

After a night of silence, Lin Qing opened his eyes naturally the next morning.

During this period of time, Lin Qing has been using meditation instead of sleep every night.

It was a rare sleep tonight, and the feeling of returning to the mother's body, like a sleeping fetus, became more and more intense.

"This refined qi can even complete the cycle of the big cycle when you fall asleep."

After sleeping peacefully all night, the pores all over his body were open, as if soaked in warm water, extremely comfortable.

This feeling is different from the visible improvement brought about by boxing practice, it is more internal and difficult to detect.

"After refining Qi and transforming Qi, there is also refining Qi and transforming spirit, and there is also training God to return to void..."

Lin Qing thought secretly, it seemed that he had to hurry up and find a way to clear out the purpose of Taiyi Jinhua.

Putting on clean clothes, Lin Qing left the room and walked towards Qingyun Waterfall that Jue Guzi had mentioned.

Climbing up the trail, the morning in the mountains was still a bit cold, and Lin Qing's clothes were wet with fog.

His speed is so fast that Montenegro has been conquered, let alone this kind of inhabited mountain.

After about ten minutes, Lin Qing finally heard the sound of the waterfall rushing down.

When seeing Lushan's true face, Lin Qing had to let out a sigh.

This Qingyun Waterfall is even more spectacular than imagined. It merges into the water along the cliff that cuts straight up and down like a knife, like a green dragon spitting, hanging upside down.

Walking a few steps forward, the rumbling sound is in my ears, like thousands of troops shouting, thousands of horses galloping, majestic.

A look of excitement flashed in Lin Qing's eyes.

He has successfully practiced boxing in typhoon days and huge waves before, and this is the first time he has tried the impact of waterfalls.

On the other hand, in some of the novels he often reads, scenes of the protagonist practicing under the waterfall often appear.

The protagonists often split waterfalls in half with a single blow, or hold out for days on horrific onslaught.

Wouldn't it be cool if he could do it himself?

With only his trousers left, Lin Qing jumped into the pool and walked down the waterfall.

However, the ideal is full, and the reality is very skinny.

Before reaching the bottom of the waterfall, Lin Qing tripped over a rock under his feet, and fell unsteadily into the pool.

"I go!"

What's even more frightening is that he tried to get up several times but ended in failure.

Under the polishing of the waterfall, the stones in the pool become extremely smooth.

Those who have skied should know that if you fall on the ski resort, you must have the skills to get up, otherwise the ground is too slippery and it is impossible to stand up.

And it's even more terrifying under this waterfall. After trying to stand up several times, I will be overturned by the aftermath of the waterfall.

Lin Qing gritted his teeth, and simply inserted his feet into the gap between the stones, and then exerted force on his waist and abdomen.

Immediately afterwards, his body bounced straight up and down like a zombie in a coffin.

This standing posture has extremely high requirements on the strength of the waist and abdomen, and it is impossible for even a martial artist who has learned martial arts for decades.

"His grandma's, can't heal you anymore?"

I didn't expect that I would be dismounted as soon as I came here.

Lin Qing looked at the waterfall in front of him, his eyes full of fighting intent.

Chapter 120 Swastika level four, complete transformation!

In fact, in martial arts novels, there is a certain basis for the hero's cultivation process to go through the waterfall.

A waterfall of such a large scale has a strong impact, and it is an extreme test of the muscles and physical strength of the whole body.

Therefore, there are very few people who can really persist under the waterfall for more than 1 minute in reality, and it is almost impossible to achieve.

However, Lin Qing will then put his hands in the waterfall and use his fingers to resist its terrifying impact, which is several times more difficult than in the novel.

Lin Qing's feet gradually got used to the smooth stone, and he came to the waterfall step by step.

The splashing water slapped on the body, and the terrifying impact was already felt before the hands were stretched in.

He took a deep breath, raised a stick of incense in the swastika hand, stretched his energy through his fingertips, and plunged his hands into the waterfall.

"I go!"

Before holding on for a few seconds, Lin Qing's arms sank under the pressure of a thousand pounds, and he almost fell into the pool.

The terrifying force made it impossible for him to change the shape of his hands, each finger seemed to be tied with several hundred catties of sandbags.

After persisting for a full minute, Lin Qing had reached his limit, and quickly withdrew his hand back, panting heavily.