Chapter 141 Faxing Temple
In Beijing, in front of a glass window on a high-rise building, a person was staring blankly at the bright lights outside.
Humming, the phone on the table vibrated. Lu Xiangyi took it over, took a look at it, and let out a sigh.
“Hey, why did you remember to call me?”
“Is it convenient to speak?” Wang An was on the other end of the phone.
“It’s convenient, just say whatever you want.”
“Have you done what you said last time?”
Lu Xiangyi, who was holding the phone, was silent for a while after hearing these words, "I will go to Hu'an in two days, and we will talk in detail then."
“Okay, remember to call me in advance.”
Wang An returned to Hu'an two days later. In the evening of that day, Lu Xiangyi came to his residence with two loads of tea leaves.
“How is the old man’s health?”
“Very good, thank you for your help.”
“You’re so polite, I’ll give you a taste of this year’s new tea.”
Some things couldn't be explained clearly or appropriately over the phone, so he came in person.
“There was a problem with the elixir refining. They suspect that the elixir recipe is wrong, and they are making adjustments now.”
“The prescription is wrong, didn’t Chen Xifeng tell the truth?”
"The specific reason is still unclear, but I guess it won't be difficult to make any breakthrough progress in a short time. I have been keeping an eye on this matter. Why are you suddenly concerned about this matter?" Lu Xiangyi said matter-of-factly. .
There won’t be a breakthrough in the short term? Wang An was silent for a while after hearing this, "To be honest, I want to try the effect of that elixir."
"I will tell you if this elixir is ready." Lu Xiangyi said after pondering for a moment. "There were two cases here a few days ago. The victims' bodies were weirdly twisted and their deaths were tragic. Do you know about this?"
“You know, one of the victims is a relative of a friend of mine, and the murderer has been found?”
"Still looking for it. According to our analysis, the whole family killed in Yanzhao and one of the people killed in Hu'an are actually related. They worked together in Xijiang twenty-three years ago. They still live in the same dormitory and are roommates. The difference is that the victim in Hu'an is not married yet.
As for the third victim in Hu’an, the friend or relative you mentioned, I think it was an accident. "
"It was a complete accident. The naughty kid did it on his own and ended up trying to kill himself!" Wang An nodded.
“Did you see what kind of martial arts that man used?”
“It feels like a kind of Kung Fu like splitting tendons and bones, and it is very skillful and powerful.”
“We think so too. If you meet this person, you’ll have no problem dealing with him, right?”
"What do you mean? When you encounter such a person, you should notify the Guard Bureau as soon as possible. When you arrive, arrest him if you can. If he resists, just shoot him. How dangerous is it to engage in close combat?" Wang An said with a smile.
“To be honest, the higher-ups want to catch the person alive and then study it carefully. It would be too easy to kill such a person directly.”
"Are you going to use him as a guinea pig? What you said makes me a little worried. Is it possible that one day I will be used as a guinea pig for research?" Wang An joked with a smile.
“No.” Lu Xiangyi said with a smile.
“It’s hard to say.” Wang An smiled.
"To be honest, it depends on how far you have gone. If you don't violate any principled issues, you will be fine." Lu Xiangyi said seriously.
“I am a law-abiding citizen, have you been to Faxing?”
“I’ve been there, the scenery is nice, do you want to see it?” Lu Xiangyi was slightly startled after hearing this, feeling that Wang An’s words were a bit too big a leap.
“I went to Taihe Mountain and gained something. I want to go to Faxing Temple again to see if there is any real Kung Fu there?”
"Yes, I can tell you this responsibly. It definitely exists, but you may not be able to touch it."
Well, Lu Xiangyi's words reminded Wang An of his own experience in Taihe Mountain. Those places that were bright on the surface and screamed the loudest could not help but feel a little disappointed. There were also some people in the deep mountains, silently They protect some things so that they will not disappear. I think there are such people in Faxing Temple.
This treasure of righteousness is never revealed to the public.
“Is it true that there are two classics: Yijin and Marrow Cleansing?”
“I heard that it exists, but few people have seen it, and the original copy may not be in Faxing Temple.”
After he left, Wang An was thinking in the room.
"You can't hang yourself on a tree. Since the elixir has not been prepared yet, and we don't know when it will be done, we might as well go to Faxing Temple first and see what we can gain."
After thinking about it, he went home the next day and told the two elderly people to take care of themselves, take medicine on time, and call him if they have any questions.
"I know, just work hard in Hu'an, don't worry about us."
After returning to Hu'an from the mountain village, one day later, Good Night set out on a journey to Zhongyue Faxing Temple.
Lu Xiangyi looked at the door that couldn't be knocked open, "Isn't it true that I went to Faxing Temple? It's better to go just as I said."
Starting out early in the morning, Wang An arrived at the foot of Zhongyue Mountain in the afternoon.
A mountain peak stands in front of you. From a distance, you can see the ups and downs from east to west. The dragon beams are tall and majestic, and the momentum is extended. The peaks are continuous and craggy. Although they are all mountains, each has its own characteristics and taste.
"Good place!"
Wang An booked a hotel for one night at the foot of the mountain and started climbing early the next morning.
There are some differences between Zhongyue Mountain, Kuangshan Mountain and Taihe Mountain. There seems to be a little less water vapor in this mountain, but the scenery is still picturesque. He came at the right time, it happened to be the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, neither cold nor hot, green The red flowers are particularly eye-catching.
The scenery in Zhongyue is one thing. Almost everyone who comes to Zhongyue must go to the famous Faxing Temple. After all, this is a place that frequently appears in various novels and movies, and is known as the holy land of martial arts in the world.
"Yi Jin Jing", "Marrow Cleansing Sutra", "Vajra Indestructible Magic", "Golden Bell"... seventy-two unique skills, Wang An can name at least dozens of them.
He admired the scenery all the way to Faxing Temple. At this time, there were many tourists in the temple, especially those watching the performances of the monks in the temple.
It was a coincidence that Wang An arrived and happened to encounter a monk performing Faxing Temple Kung Fu, Iron Head Kung Fu, and banging his head against a stone tablet.
He just stayed aside quietly, watching the monk gather his energy for a while, and then slammed into a stone tablet. With a bang, the stone tablet was broken.
good! The onlookers around applauded.
Wang An looked at the monk's head carefully. It was slightly red, and it was obvious that there was a layer of calluses.
This kind of skill cannot be bumped into stone monuments as soon as you get started. You need to start practicing with soft things first and gradually strengthen it. No one can stand it if you bump into stone monuments as soon as you get up. You also need to practice your strength. Holding your breath requires considerable skills. It is really For a moment, Wang An thought that even if he hit the stone tablet now, he might not be able to break it immediately.
After looking at the Tietou Kung Fu, Wang An looked at the Shaolin boxing technique for a while. He was familiar with this boxing technique. It was Arhat Fist, and he also had a set of Arhat Fist boxing manuals in his hand.
Wang An walked around the Faxing Temple, worshiping Buddha and observing martial arts. He also saw the footprints left on the floor tiles and the holes left on the tree trunks due to years of stepping on them. These are the martial arts practiced by monks of all ages. traces left behind.
This is somewhat different from Taihe Mountain. Some traces of martial arts performances can be found here.
Wang An came to the legendary Buddhist scripture building, but this Buddhist scripture building was guarded by special monks and no outsiders were allowed in. He walked around the Faxing Temple, and there was an endless stream of people in the temple.
He also specifically asked the monk how to go through the procedures to learn martial arts in the temple, and whether he could learn the legendary seventy-two unique skills and the Yi Jin Jing. The monk explained it to him in detail.
It turns out that it is not that simple to learn martial arts at Faxing Temple. Not only do you need to register, but ordinary lay disciples only learn basic boxing skills. If you want to get into advanced kung fu, you have to go through a period of investigation. Basically, you only have to go through it. Only the monks of Faxing Temple can learn these advanced kung fu, which ordinary lay disciples cannot learn.
Wang An also wanted to visit the abbot of Faxing Temple or the monk leader, but the answer he got was that the abbot was very busy, not to mention tourists from outside, even the monks in the temple could not see him by chance; as for the monk leader, , saying that he was meeting an important guest. According to this monk, it was not just a matter of meeting him.
Wang An was not discouraged at all after hearing this. He knew that he was just a nobody, not a big shot or a man of influence. He had to come out to greet people when they came.
It’s also good to walk around if you don’t see anyone, and see the beautiful scenery in the mountains.
Wang An came to the outside of the temple and found that there were monks practicing in the mountains. There was a group of monks carrying wooden barrels and walking quickly up the mountain. There are also monks meditating in the mountains.
He saw a middle-aged monk wearing a bamboo hat sitting on a rock, so he walked over and chatted with him for a while.
“The donor also practices Qigong?”
“I know a little bit about it and want to see the real Faxing Temple Kungfu.”
“Oh, in the eyes of the donor, what is real kung fu?” The monk said with a smile after hearing this.
Wang An looked around, then looked at the rock about two meters high in front of him. He jumped up and stood up like a big bird. He went directly to the top of the rock and then jumped down from the rock. Come down.
The monk was shocked when he saw this, then he raised his thumb and exclaimed, "What a light kung fu!"
“I heard that Faxing Temple has seventy-two unique skills, including the two sutras of Yijin and Marrow Cleansing. Outsiders are not allowed to watch?”
“There is this rule, which has been passed down for thousands of years. After all, some of these exercises are for strengthening the body, while others are methods of killing. People with bad character are not allowed to learn the exercises of my Faxing Temple.”
“I wonder if the exercises in Faxing Temple can produce the legendary Qi?”
“Zhenqi?” The monk was slightly startled after hearing this. "The donor is talking about the kind of zhenqi mentioned in the novel. Most of them are fabricated things. The poor monk has been in Faxing Temple for more than ten years, but he has never seen anyone practice zhenqi. Never even heard of it.”
(End of this chapter)