Chapter 252: Arhat boxing

Chapter 252 Arhat Fist

"Come on, take the horse step, put on a good posture, and start learning Luohan boxing."

Lu Yang imitated Meng Jingzhou's movements just now, sinking his dantian, straightening his chest and raising his head, taking half a step with his left foot to the left, and drawing an arc with his palms.

"ha!"

"The voice is not loud enough, come again!"

"ha!"

"No matter how loud it is!"

"ha!"

Lu Yang's voice became louder and louder, and finally reached Meng Jingzhou's standard.

"Master taught me that shouting during battle is a way to let go of restrictions. The louder the voice, the more real power can be exerted, and even surpass the usual power."

“Punch with arm at eye level.”

"It's important to make a fist. Imagine holding a stone in your hand, and hold the stone with the greatest strength, as if you want to crush it."

These were taught by the three elders when Meng Jingzhou was learning boxing, and now they are all taught to Lu Yang.

"Luohan Quan pays attention to following up and down, changing steps at will, and combining strength and softness. Your movements are too rigid, you need to be coherent and gentle!"

Meng Jingzhou pointed out Lu Yang's mistakes one by one and corrected them. These are common mistakes in boxing practice.

Lu Yang has a good talent in martial arts, which can be seen from the fact that it took him half a day to learn pictographic boxing, and it took him half a day to improve it into Lu style pictographic boxing.

"The sea of bitterness has no limit, turn around and be right!"

Lu Yang quickly learned to look good, with the compassion of a monk on his brows, he looked like a benevolent person.

Meng Jingzhou's earnest teachings sounded in Lu Yang's ears: "Master told me that Arhat Boxing is a boxing method to persuade people to be good. The so-called sea of suffering has no limit, and if you can turn your head back to the shore. This Arhat Boxing will be great."

"It's just a pity that people in the world are so ignorant that they can't put down their weapons and focus on doing good. That's why there are only three or two people in history who can practice Arhat Boxing to great success."

Meng Jingzhou put one hand on his chest, which really meant that he had won an eminent monk.

"When learning Luohan boxing, the state of mind is also very important. It is best to imagine that you are a Buddhist disciple. When I was learning Luohan boxing, I also studied Buddhist scriptures for a while."

"Recite Buddhist scriptures?" Lu Yang felt that he had found a way.

Lu Yang doesn't need to study Buddhist scriptures now. When he was in the Sutra Pavilion, he read Buddhist scriptures such as "Diamond Sutra", "Ming King Sutra" and "Heart Sutra" for a few days in his spare time. The hypnotic effect is first-rate.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the delicate face of the Immortal Fairy appeared in his mind.

Fairy Immortal was wearing beige pajamas, tilting her head and looking at Lu Yang.

"...Fairy, can you stand next to my spiritual space, I am recalling Buddhist scriptures."

"oh."

With Immortal Fairy no longer in sight, Lu Yang began to recall Buddhist scriptures. The contents of "Diamond Sutra", "Ming King Sutra" and "Heart Sutra" came to the fore.

In reality, Meng Jingzhou looked at Lu Yang in surprise.

Lu Yang closed his eyes tightly, and his movements were slower than at the beginning, like an old man shaped like a withered tree, but he had the feeling of a compassionate monk in every gesture.

"Could it be that Lu Yang is suitable for becoming a monk?" Meng Jingzhou secretly guessed.

As Lu Yang deepened his understanding of Buddhist scriptures and Luohanquan, his movements became more and more smooth, like flowing clouds and flowing water, without any pause, as if he had practiced hundreds of times, the movements had already been memorized by heart and turned into instinct.

bang—bang—

Every time Lu Yang punches, there is a sound of air blasting, and there is a faint echo of the Buddha's voice, as if there is an old monk chanting scriptures in the sky, teaching the world to be kind to others.

Lu Yang closed his eyes and punched from early morning to evening. Seeing that he had nothing to teach, Meng Jingzhou squatted aside to see when Lu Yang's grandson would open his eyes.

"Hoo—"

"Successful?" Meng Jingzhou looked at Lu Yang in surprise. It took him three full days to learn it. This kid did it in a day?

Is there any reason for this?

"Slightly successful." Lu Yang said modestly.

"Come and try." Meng Jingzhou felt itchy. He wanted to see how well Lu Yang was learning. He couldn't believe that after practicing for more than half a month, he couldn't beat Lu Yang who studied for a day?

"Then give it a try." Lu Yang also had itchy hands, and wanted to practice it to see his level.

The two looked at each other, and at the same time, they put on a posture and unanimously performed Arhat Fist for a pure competition.

"The black tiger digs out his heart!"

"The black tiger digs out his heart!"

"Smash and hammer!"

"Smash and hammer!"

The fists and feet of the two collided violently, like thunderbolts exploding in the field, shaking the old trees and leaves around the martial arts field to rattle.

The two have the same moves and the same strength, and they fight heartily.

"I didn't expect that, after learning it for only one day, you are just like me. You have learned Luohanquan. Maybe one day you will be able to master Luohanquan and persuade others to be kind!"

"It's just a fluke." Although Lu Yang said this, judging from the smug expression on his face, it has nothing to do with the word luck.

Just as Lu Yang wanted to say a few more reserved words, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the top of Meng Jingzhou's head, and his expression changed slightly.

"What's wrong, is there something wrong with my head?" Meng Jingzhou was at a loss.

"No, no problem." Lu Yang dodged his eyes, as if he had done something wrong.

Meng Jingzhou looked at Lu Yang suspiciously, and subconsciously touched his head.

Wait, is there something missing from my head?

"Where's my hair?!"

Meng Jingzhou took out a small mirror from the identity jade pendant and looked at his head for a long time.

His head is so smooth that sparrows slippery when standing on it.

He is bald.

Like an arhat.

In the spiritual space, the Immortal Fairy laughed.

"Lu Yang, explain to me clearly what's going on!" Meng Jingzhou's first reaction was to doubt Lu Yang.

His hair is a part of body training, how could it fall out for no reason?

He just discovered that there are hairs around his feet, which just fell out.

"I, I don't know. I found out that your hair was falling out very fast when I punched just now. When I wanted to remind you, your hair had already fallen out." Lu Yang was a little flustered, he really didn't understand what was going on. Something went wrong.

Speaking of this, Lu Yang seemed to have figured out something, and suddenly realized: "I understand."

"What do you unserstand?"

"Do you think that the purpose of Arhat Boxing is to persuade people to be good? Where does evil come from? From afflictions. There is a saying in Buddhism that there are three thousand threads of affliction. good."

"Furthermore, your current image is more like an Arhat, and it fits perfectly with the Arhat Fist!"

Hearing this, Meng Jingzhou pounced on Lu Yang like a hungry tiger: "I think you are like an Arhat!"

Lu Yang felt guilty and ran away: "I am a master of Arhat boxing, you can't hit me!"

"This is not Arhat Fist at all, it's head shaving! Stop!"

(Thanks to the leader of the book friend 20220115152208435 for the reward)

(end of this chapter)

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