Chapter 142 It takes fifty years to develop true energy
What the monk said can’t help but make people a little disappointed.
“There is no such person as the sweeping monk in this temple?”
“Perhaps there is, but the poor monk doesn’t know it.” The monk said with a smile.
This monk is talkative, and he is also a martial monk himself. Not all monks in Faxing Temple practice martial arts. Some monks only know some basic boxing skills, which can be regarded as physical fitness. Only the monks focus on martial arts.
To become a warrior monk, apart from those monks who have entered the temple since childhood, monks who have become monks on the way need to undergo a test for a certain period of time, mainly to examine their character. Only after passing the test can they become a warrior monk.
Even if you become a monk, it does not mean that you can learn all the Kung Fu in Faxing Temple casually. You still need to practice it step by step from the shallower to the deeper. It is easy to cause problems if you practice some advanced Kung Fu without a foundation.
After chatting with the monk for a while, Wang An continued to tour the mountains, admiring the beautiful scenery while searching around, hoping to find those masters with special skills hidden in the mountains.
Wandered around in the mountains until it was almost evening, and then headed down the mountain. When we arrived at the foot of the mountain, we found a restaurant, ordered some dishes, and chatted with the boss while he was not very busy, asking him about some rumors about Faxing Temple.
“Boss, is there a monk in that temple on the mountain who can climb over eaves and walk over walls and is invulnerable?”
“I’ve never seen anyone who can fly over walls and walls, but there are real people who are invulnerable. You can also see their performances on TV. They’re called Golden Bells and Iron Shirts.”
“Is there an expert who can cross a river with a reed or hunt an ox across a mountain?”
"Crossing the river with a reed, that's Patriarch Bodhidharma! I've never heard of hunting cattle across the mountains, but I heard that a long, long time ago, someone actually saw an old monk flying in the trees in the mountains, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye. .”
“Flying on the tree? Where did you see it?” Wang An asked hurriedly.
“Then I don’t know. After all, it’s been so many years. Maybe that person is talking nonsense!” the boss said with a smile.
Wang An stayed in the hotel for one night and went up the mountain again. However, he still couldn't see the person he wanted to see, nor did he find any unusual monks.
Wang An had no choice but to tentatively search deeper into the mountain. After four days of this, the sun was about to set. Wang An saw an abandoned building in a very remote part of Songshan Mountain. I heard noises inside the temple. When I went in, I saw a monk who looked to be in his fifties boiling water for cooking. The other person was a little surprised to see Wang An entering the temple.
“Amitabha, why did this donor come here and get lost?”
"No, I came here specifically to see the master." Wang An said with a smile. The monk in front of him looked ordinary, nothing special, but Wang An could hear his breathing was long, and he just saw that the palms of his hands were quite The knuckles are wide and thick, and there are some abnormal calluses on them, which should be left over from years of practicing palm skills.
“Master? The poor monk is either a master or an ordinary monk.”
“Can ordinary monks not know how to master kung fu?”
“Huh?” The monk was slightly startled after hearing this and looked up at Wang An.
“How did the donor know that the poor monk knew kung fu?”
“With a long breath, broad palms and thick knuckles, the master’s palm skills must be very powerful, right?”
"The donor has really good eyesight. The poor monk has indeed practiced kung fu for several years, but it is not very advanced. If the donor 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 monks there perform Kung Fu, Iron Head Kung Fu, Arhat Fist, and Stick Techniques. 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 skill is the donor looking for?”
Wang An thought for a while, then set up a boxing frame and did a set of Tai Chi in front of the monk. There was no music background, no Kung Fu fir trees, and only green trees and breeze. Wang An's Tai Chi seemed to be different from the old man and old man in the square. What the ladies practice is somewhat similar, yet somewhat different.
The monk on the side didn't pay attention at first, but soon he watched Wang An practicing boxing intently, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
With less leaning, Wang An closed his fist.
“Master, what do you think of my boxing practice?”
“Good, excellent. Is the donor from Chenjiagou or Taihe Mountain?”
“No, I have been to Taihe Mountain.” Wang An said matter-of-factly.
“The donor practices Tai Chi, why do you want to see Buddhist techniques?”
“To be honest, I came here this time to see the true power and also to clear up my doubts. Master, can you know the true energy?”
"Zhenqi?" The monk was slightly startled when he heard the words, "I haven't heard this word for a long time!"
The monk looked at Wang An and did not continue, but asked a question.
“The poor monk wants to know what level of skill the donor has reached?”
“Externally train the muscles and bones, internally train the internal organs, and the strength will be like running water.” Wang An said after thinking for a while.
“Amitabha, it is really rare for the donor to reach such a state at such a young age.”
“The master doesn’t seem to believe it?”
The monk smiled and it was self-evident.
"Master, I'm offended." Wang An raised his hand and struck the monk directly on the shoulder. The monk swayed and took half a step back. Wang An's slap followed him like a shadow. Seeing this, the monk raised his hand to meet him. Palm to palm.
Unexpectedly, this palm was like hitting a ball of cotton, soft and without any strength, and all the strength in the body was gone.
He wanted to withdraw his palm, but Wang An suddenly exerted force when his strength was gone. He raised his hand and hooked it. With a shock, he swung the monk's arm away and slapped the monk's shoulder directly. The monk left The palms followed.
The two of them exchanged palms, and the monk felt a rush of energy with great force. He immediately stepped back a few steps before he could stand firm.
“The donor’s body cultivation is indeed remarkable in terms of strength, softness and strength. The poor monk admires it.” The monk praised.
As the saying goes, an expert can tell whether there is something as soon as he makes a move. Now he believed what Wang An just said.
“Master accepted.” Wang An also knew that the master did not attack with all his strength just now, just like he did not attack with all his strength.
“Why is the donor looking for this true energy?”
“I want to see what it looks like, and I also want to use it to treat illnesses.” Wang An told the truth.
“Cure?”
“Yes, I just want to try it. Maybe it can really cure diseases?” Wang An said with a smile.
The monk was silent for a long time after hearing this, and looked up at the sunset that was about to set.
"Let me think about it, it was forty-two years ago. At that time, I was just a young monk in Faxing Temple and didn't understand anything. There was a highly respected senior in the temple. He was me. The master’s master is my master.
At that time, he was already over 70 years old, but he was very energetic. He could run across the mountains with a bucket in both hands, and he could eat a large bowl of rice by himself, just like a strong young man. On a thunderstorm day, the thunder was loud and the rain was heavy. The master suddenly wanted to retreat, and then locked himself in the Zen room and asked no one to disturb him.
The master stayed in the Zen room for seven days. When he came out of the Zen room, he had lost dozens of kilograms and was so skinny that he felt as if he had stayed there for three months. It took more than a month for him to return to normal.
From then on, the master seemed to be no different from before, but he liked to wander in the mountains and bring back some medicinal herbs from time to time. That day, I accidentally saw the master in the forest and jumped over Qi Ba. The meter-wide mountain stream made me stupid.
Then I begged him to teach me how to cross the mountain stream, but he said that I was still far behind. At that time, I asked him how long it would take for him to practice to his level, and he said that it would take at least fifty years.
I asked again why it takes so long to practice Kung Fu, and he said it’s not Kung Fu, it’s Qi, Zhenqi! "
Infuriated? !
Wang An was inexplicably distracted for a while, and finally heard that someone had practiced Qi.
“Then how can we develop true energy?”
"I don't know." The monk shook his head, "I still haven't figured it out, and my master never figured it out until he died."
“Didn’t the old Zen master leave behind any cultivation methods?”
The old monk looked at Wang An with a smile.
"Sorry." Wang An immediately realized that he had made a big mistake and asked for the secret of a sect's practice.
“Master said that in order to develop true qi, one must practice kung fu to an extreme. In addition to martial arts cultivation, one must also study Buddhism.”
Martial Arts, Buddhism?
Wang An thought for a while after hearing this.
“I wonder what kind of martial arts the old Zen master practices?”
“Buddhism’s magical power of Vajra is indestructible.” The old monk said after pondering for a moment.
(End of this chapter)