Chapter 229: High up with tens of thousands of people looking up
Times are going to change,
Wang An heard this sentence said by more than one person.
“The man said something incomprehensible, times are about to change.”
“It has changed, how? Spiritual energy recovery, strange recovery, or all people cultivating immortality?” Li Xinzhu asked subconsciously.
“What are you thinking about? You’ve read too many novels.” Wang An smiled.
"Hey, no matter what you do, you are not the master of walking sideways in any era, but you just like to lie down in this mountain. If I had this ability, I would definitely be like a dragon roaring in the sky!" Li Xinzhu raised his finger. Tian Ba said angrily.
“Everyone has his or her own ambitions, but I still have a long road ahead of me.”
“I was just wondering, will you really become an immortal in the end?”
Wang An just smiled.
Who can define what a fairy is?
If the immortals mentioned by the ancients really existed, where did they end up? What would it look like now?
At noon that day, Wang An stewed a large pot of beef, and Li Xinzhu had two drinks with the old man.
"I'm going to go out in two days. You can help take care of me at home."
“No problem. Where are you going? Do you need me to arrange for someone to take you there?”
“No, it’s not very far, I can just walk there.”
The place Wang An wants to go to is Faxing Temple, which is more than two thousand miles away from his hometown. He plans to go there on foot. He will set off in the afternoon and drive at night. He can arrive before dawn. It happens that they will have a vegetarian meal in the morning. Vegetarian meal at Hoxing Temple.
He planned to go to Faxing Temple to borrow some ancient books and learn about the legendary body-protecting skills of the "Indestructible Vajra" and "Golden Bell".
In the afternoon, as soon as the sun set in the west, he set foot on the road to Faxing Temple, still walking in a straight line. After climbing over mountains and ridges and crossing rivers, the sun still set, but he continued to move forward without stopping.
The night is getting darker,
There are two people on a mountain, and a pit. There are two people in the pit, two living people whose hands and feet have been helped, and their mouths are sealed with tape. Their faces are full of fear.
"Don't blame us when you get there. Who told you to offend people you shouldn't offend?" One person said this and threw a handful of paper money.
"Okay, let's start working." After saying this, he raised his hand and picked up the shovel on the side and filled the hole with soil.
After filling in the form twice, there was a whine and the two people disappeared. The two terrified people in the pit were stunned.
The next moment, the two of them felt a flash before their eyes. They came out of the pit and came to the outside of the pit. Then the ropes binding their hands and feet were untied.
what happened?
Both men were blinded. When they came back to their senses, they immediately looked around and saw two people lying on the ground. They were the two people who had just prepared to bury them alive.
"This is?!"
They took a closer look.
“Isn’t he dead?”
The two of them looked at the dark and quiet forest. Apart from the two of them and the two people who fell on the ground, there was not even half a human figure.
Who saved them just now, a **** or a monster?
They looked at each other and then left in a panic.
At this time, Wang An, who had just passed by here and rescued them, had already climbed over the mountain and crossed a river.
Along the way, he stopped to look at the electronic map after walking a certain distance, and then continued on. He also saw a few unlucky thieves, but he easily dealt with them, and they made their way to the foot of Zhongyue Mountain.
It’s still dark, and the waning moon hangs like a hook on the top of the mountain. It arrived earlier than he had expected.
Looking at the time, he decided to climb the mountain first and take a look at the top of the mountain. He didn't go up the mountain at a hurrying speed, but climbed up the mountain slowly and leisurely.
What surprised him was that on such a day, there were people waiting on the top of the mountain early to watch the sunrise.
Seeing that the sky on the horizon is getting whiter and whiter, at first it looked like a touch of white in the belly of a fish, then slowly lit up, still shining with red light. The sun showed its head, and then suddenly sprang out from the sea of clouds, shining with thousands of rays.
“Beautiful!” Wang Anxin said.
At dawn, the bells also sounded from Faxing Temple.
Evening drums and morning bells,
Monks have already started busy in the kitchen. There are more than 200 monks living in Faxing Temple, among other things. However, it takes a lot of effort to prepare three meals a day for these 200 people.
This morning, a strange layman came to Xiangji Kitchen for breakfast early in the morning, which surprised them a little. They thought he was a pilgrim living in the temple, and prepared a vegetarian meal for him without saying anything, but He ate quite a lot of fast food, eating bowl after bowl.
“Well, don’t tell me, the vegetarian food at Faxing Temple is really good!” Wang An praised while eating.
“It’s better to be a layman than to do too much. Will it hurt your health if you eat so much?”
“Hey, that’s how much.”
In the end, Wang An was satisfied with the meal. The monks were stunned. They had seen something edible, but how could they eat it if they had never seen anything edible? Is this the reincarnation of a starving ghost?
After eating and drinking, it’s time to get down to business.
It's just a coincidence that he came today. The Sutra Pavilion is not open to the public today. He found out that the steward of the temple was a monk, and he didn't let go.
“Master, I’m not looking for nothing. Why don’t I read the scriptures of Faxing Temple and give you guidance on the martial arts of the monks of Faxing Temple?”
“The donor still knows Kung Fu?” The monk laughed when he heard what Wang An said.
Instructing the monks of Faxing Temple in kung fu. Where is Faxing Temple? How could they find someone as young as you to teach them kung fu? If this spreads out, won't people make them laugh out loud?
Of course, as a Buddhist disciple, you cannot say some arrogant things.
“But he seems to look down on me.”
Wang An looked at the nearby temple and suddenly raised his body. He rose up from the ground and went directly to the roof, and then fell down again.
The monk's expression immediately changed when he saw this.
“What do you think, Master?”
“The donor is good at martial arts. Faxing Temple has its own Buddhist skills and does not need the donor’s guidance.”
“Master, look at that clock.” Pointing to the bronze bell on the bell tower diagonally in front.
"What does the donor mean?" The monk was slightly startled when he heard the words.
“I remember that there is a technique in Faxing Temple called the Great Vajra Palm?”
“This is indeed the case, it is the unique skill of Faxing Temple.”
“Master, come with me.”
Wang An went up to the bell tower, and the monk followed him up. Wang An took a palm in the air a few steps away from the big clock.
Boom, a bell rang, and the copper bell started to shake. The monk was stunned for a moment, and the monks who were following him were also stunned.
They saw it clearly. The man in front of them actually hit the bell with one palm and made it tremble.
"This this"
“The Great Vajra Palm has the power to split the air?” The monk in charge was surprised for a long time and then came back to his senses and asked.
“Exactly, I can teach you the practice method and the secrets of it. The price is that I have to read your Faxing Temple’s secret book of Kung Fu. I mean the real ancient book of Kung Fu.”
“I can’t be the master of this matter, the donor will come later.”
The monk left for a while, but came back not long after, and took Wang An to see Zen Master Deguang, the abbot of Faxing Temple. After a conversation, he agreed that Wang An went to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion to watch the real martial arts of Faxing Temple. Study, but you can only read three of them, and you are not allowed to copy or take photos. During this period, you must be accompanied by a disciple of Faxing Temple.
In exchange, Wang An told them how to practice Vajra Zen Palm, and Wang An agreed without hesitation.
To tell the truth about this palm technique, even if he taught it, not many people in Faxing Temple would be able to understand it, let alone practice it to his current state of air-splitting palm power.
The real Sutra Pavilion of Faxing Temple is not open to outsiders. Even the monks in their temple rarely have the opportunity to see the scriptures in the real Sutra Pavilion. A considerable part of the scriptures are no longer here. It was moved to another place for protection.
The "Golden Bell" and "The Indestructible Power of King Kong" that Wang An saw were rare originals.
It is the original but also a partial copy. Yes, "The Golden Bell" is barely complete, but "The Indestructible Power of Diamond" is incomplete, and the following pages have been burned.
The first thing he watched was "The Indestructible Magic Kung Fu". This method is practiced from the outside in. In addition to the exercises, corresponding medicines are also needed to coordinate. It looks a bit like Li Xixiao's method of practicing kung fu. This is There's some trouble.
Then he looked at the "Golden Bell" technique. This technique also required medicine at the beginning, and it required continuous blows from external forces to improve one's ability to resist blows. The subsequent description of the technique caught Wang An's attention.
The meaning of this golden bell cover is that the practitioner's body seems to be covered with a golden bell, so he can be invulnerable to weapons, water and fire.
The golden clock is not fixed, it can rotate.
How to turn?
Human muscles and bones cannot rotate.
(End of this chapter)