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Chapter 142: It takes fifty years to cultivate True Qi

What this monk said was a little disappointing.

“There is no such thing as a sweeping monk in this temple? ”

“Maybe there is, but the poor monk doesn’t know.” The monk said with a smile.

This monk is talkative, he himself is also a martial monk, not all monks in Faxing Temple practice martial arts, some monks only have some basic boxing techniques, which can be regarded as strengthening the body, only martial monks focus on martial arts.

And to become a martial monk, in addition to those monks who entered the monastery from an early age, monks who became monks halfway need to undergo a certain period of time, mainly to examine their hearts, and only after passing the test can they become martial monks.

Even if you become a martial monk, it does not mean that all the kung fu in Faxing Temple can be learned casually, or you need to practice from shallow to deep, step by step, and some advanced kung fu is easy to go wrong without a foundation.

After chatting with the monk for a while, Wang An continued to tour the mountain, enjoying the beauty of the mountain while searching around, hoping to find those masters with unique skills hidden in the mountains.

I wandered around the mountain until it was near evening, and then I walked down the mountain. When I arrived at the bottom of the mountain, I found a restaurant, asked for a few dishes, and chatted with him while the boss was not very busy, asking him about some rumors of the Hoxing Temple.

“Boss, is there a monk in that temple on the mountain who can fly off the wall and be invulnerable? ”

“I haven’t seen the cornices walking on the wall, the knife and gun are really there, and I can also see their performance on TV, called the golden bell hooded iron cloth shirt.” ”

“Then is there a kind of master who can cross the river with a reed and fight cattle across the mountain? ”

“A reed crossing the river, that’s Dharma Ancestor! I haven’t heard of cattle hunting across the mountain, but I heard that a long, long time ago, someone really saw an old monk flying on a tree in the mountain, and the kung fu disappeared in the blink of an eye. ”

“Fly in the trees? Where did you see it? Wang An hurriedly asked.

“Then I don’t know, after all, so many years have passed, maybe it’s that person talking nonsense!” The boss said with a smile.

After staying in the hotel for one night, Wang An went up the mountain again, but he still couldn’t see the person he wanted to see, nor did he find a different monk.

Wang An had to try to search the mountains and depths, so after four days, the sun was about to set, Wang An saw a temple that looked like it should have been abandoned in a very remote place on Song Mountain, heard that there was still a sound inside, and when he went in, he actually saw a monk who looked to be in his fifties boiling water for cooking, and the other party was slightly surprised to see Wang An enter the temple.

“Amitabha, why did this benefactor come here, but got lost? ”

“No, I came to the master on purpose. Wang An said with a smile, the monk in front of him looked ordinary, nothing special, but Wang An could hear his long breath, just now saw that his palms were quite broad and thick, and there were some abnormal calluses on them, which should have been left by years of practicing palm techniques.

“Master? A poor monk is not a master, just an ordinary monk. ”

“Ordinary monks don’t have good kung fu? ”

“Huh? The monk was slightly startled after hearing this, and looked up at Wang An.

“How did the benefactor see that the poor monk could do kung fu? ”

“The breath is long, the palm is broad, the knuckles are thick, the kung fu in the palm of the master must be very powerful, right? ”

“The benefactor should really have a good eye, the poor monk has indeed practiced kung fu for several years, but it is not so profound. If the benefactor wants to see kung fu, he has to go to Faxing Temple,” the monk said with a smile.

“I’ve been there four times in the past few days, and I’ve seen the martial monks there perform kung fu, iron head gong, arhat boxing, stick method. That’s not what I’m looking for. Wang An said with a smile.

“It’s not what the donor is looking for, what kind of kung fu does the donor want?” ”

Wang An thought about it, put a fist in front of this monk to play a set of Tai Chi, no music background, no Kung Fu Shan, some are green trees and breeze, Wang An’s Tai Chi seems to be somewhat similar to the old men and old ladies in the square, and a little different.

The monk on the side didn’t care at first, and soon watched Wang An practice boxing intently, with a surprised look in his eyes.

Less leaning, Wang An fisted.

“What does the master think of my boxing? ”

“Good, excellent, is the donor from Chenjiagou or Taihe Mountain?”

“Neither, but I’ve been to Taihe Mountain.” Wang An said truthfully.

“The benefactor practices Tai Chi, why should he see the Buddhist Sect Exercises? ”

“It’s not a secret, I came this time to see the true gong or to solve the confusion, can the master know the true qi? ”

“True qi? The monk was slightly startled when he heard this, “I haven’t heard this word for a long time!” ”

“It’s been a long time, the master has heard it? Hearing this, Wang An’s eyes lit up and hurriedly asked.

The monk looked at Wang An and did not continue, but asked a question.

“The poor monk wants to know what level the donor’s kung fu has reached? ”

“Train the muscles and bones externally, train the internal organs, and the strength is like flowing water. Wang An said after thinking about it.

“Amitabha, it is rare for a benefactor to practice to such a state at such a young age. ”

“The master doesn’t seem to believe it? ”

The monk smiled, it goes without saying.

“Master, offended. Wang An raised his hand and patted the monk’s shoulder, the monk’s figure shook, retreated half a step, Wang An’s palm went like a shadow, the monk saw this and raised his hand to meet it, palm to palm.

But unexpectedly, this palm down seemed to hit a ball of cotton, soft, without a trace of strength, and the strength on the body was all missing.

He wanted to withdraw his palm, but Wang An suddenly exerted his strength when he had no strength, raised his hand, and with a shock, he swung the monk’s arm away and slapped the monk’s shoulder, and the monk’s left palm followed.

The two slapped each other, and the monk only felt a strong rush straight forward, with great force, and immediately pedaled back a few steps before standing firm.

“Unloading, softness, strength, the donor’s cultivation is indeed accomplished, and the poor monk admires it.” The monk exclaimed.

The so-called expert knew whether there was any as soon as he made a move, and now he believed what Wang An said just now.

The master agreed. Wang An also knew that this master did not strike with all his strength just now, just as he did not strike with all his strength.

“Why should the benefactor seek this true qi? ”

“I want to see what it looks like, and I want to use it to cure diseases.” Wang An told the truth.

“Healing? ”

“Yes, I just want to try it, maybe it can really cure the disease?” Wang An said with a smile.

The monk was silent for a long moment after hearing this, looking up at the setting sun.

“Let me think about it, it was forty-two years ago, when I was just a little monk in the Hoxing Temple, and I didn’t understand anything. There is a respected senior in the temple, he is my master’s master, my master.

At that time, he was in his seventies, but he was full of energy, he could run through the mountains with a bucket in his hand, and he could eat a large pot of rice alone, like a strong young man. On a thunderstorm, the thunder was loud and the rain was falling, and the master suddenly wanted to retreat, and then locked himself in the meditation room, telling no one to disturb him.

Master Zu stayed in the Zen room for seven days, and when he came out of the Zen room, he lost dozens of pounds and was so thin that he seemed to have been in it for three months. It took more than a month for him to return to normal.

Since then, Shizu seems to be no different from before, but he likes to go around the mountains and bring back some medicinal herbs from time to time, and that day, I accidentally saw Shizu jump over a mountain stream seven or eight meters wide in the mountains and forests, and I was stupid at that time.

Then I begged him to teach me the mountain stream itself, but he said I was far behind, and when I asked him how long it would take to practice to his level, he said it would take at least fifty years.

I asked again what kung fu had to be practiced for so long, and he said that it was not kung fu, it was qi, true qi! ”

What a gas?!

Wang An’s inexplicable mind was inexplicable for a while, and finally he heard that someone had practiced true qi.

“Then how can you practice True Qi? ”

“I don’t know. The monk shook his head, “I haven’t figured it out until now, and my master didn’t figure it out until he died.” ”

“Didn’t the old Zen master leave any cultivation methods? ”

The old monk looked at Wang An with a smile.

“Sorry. Wang An immediately realized that he had just made a big taboo and inquired about the cultivation secrets of a sect.

“Master Zu said that in order to cultivate true qi, you must practice kung fu to an extreme, and in addition to cultivating martial arts, you must also participate in the study of Buddhism. ”

Martial arts, Buddhism?

Hearing this, Wang An pondered for a while.

“I wonder what kind of martial arts the old Zen master is cultivating? ”

“Buddha Vajra is not bad at divine skills. The old monk said after pondering for a moment.

(End of chapter)