In the west wing not far away, the killing monk sat in his robes.

He lowers his head to chant sutras and exhales, just like a breathing clay and wood sculpture.

When he reaches such a high level, he can already stay awake and full of energy.

And when walking, sitting or lying down, the muscles, bones, skin, membranes, flesh and blood, and Qi meridians are running all the time.

It is equivalent to practicing day and night, practicing diligently without interruption.

"The master had a sudden enlightenment at that time and once uttered a Buddha verse and kicked over Mount Sumeru with one kick... Such a Dharma that combines mind and strength is really hard to compare to."

The killing monk looked at the broken copper bowl and sighed in his heart.

In Buddhism, there has always been a saying about making great aspirations.

This is not about being louder or more ambitious than anyone else.

Once a monk makes a vow, he must fulfill it in all his life.

If you don't change your ways and don't move your mind, it's like holding Mount Tai and crossing the North Sea.

The hardships and dangers involved are beyond description.

It's not just empty talk.

Just like Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the Buddhist scriptures, he vowed that "until hell is empty, I will never become a Buddha."

The grander the vision, the more difficult it is to achieve it.

Not only must your heart be firm, but your strength must also be huge.

Only when the two are combined can we truly propagate and preach the Dharma.

"Lao Na's lineage has always been passed down alone.

Going back three generations, the master died, the ancestor became a demon, and the great master died in a catastrophe, almost without a happy ending.

I hope God can lend me another ten years with me..."

The killing monk showed a complicated look on his face.

Before he was twenty years old, his talent and martial arts were mediocre, and he could barely reach the realm of submission with the help of Arhat Boxing.

When I was thirty-five years old, I tempered my body and mind, and then I suddenly realized the freedom of dragon and elephant, and condensed the "Dharma" of the five directions.

After the age of forty, the master passed away and took over the mantle alone.

Experienced "seeing through", "picking up", and "holding", and passed three difficult passes in a row.

Finally, he understood the power of Vajra and was reborn as a Rakshasa evil ghost.

Only then can we obtain the method of the middle vehicle and understand the way of cause and condition.

"I have mediocre qualifications in this life and cannot be cultivated. It is estimated that I will rarely achieve good results.

I just hope I can gain a good disciple... Well, what an amazing scene, what a familiar atmosphere!"

The killing monk was chanting sutras with his eyes closed, and his heart, as clear as a mirror, suddenly fluctuated.

The unprecedented violent shock made him suddenly open his eyes.

Like a vajra's angry eyes, the light burst out, and the whole room was illuminated for a moment.

"Could it be..."

The killing monk sensed carefully and suddenly stood up as if he thought of something.

This movement involves strong airflow from all directions.

Two thick wooden doors were suddenly knocked open.

Immediately afterwards, the figure in monk's robes disappeared in a flash.

At the same time, inside the main house.

Ji Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, didn't know when he got off the ground.

This person is like a sleepwalker, self-taught without a teacher, and puts on a powerful Arhat style.

The legs are like piles, rooted in the earth.

Knead the five fingers together to promote Qi and blood.

Every time he punched, twisted, turned his waist, or moved his hips, he did it extremely slowly.

It's like being underwater, with great resistance.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

As the move unfolds, thick white air waves hit the wall one after another, and then bounce back.

Makes a huge noise as the tide rises.

The whole house was like a small boat sailing in the vast ocean, shaking and turbulent.

Ji Yuan seemed unaware of all this.

His spirit is like sleeping, his mind is awake, and it is natural.

“Arhat Fist! It’s actually Arhat Fist!

Amitabha, very good!

It must be because God took pity on me and took great pains to send a closed disciple to take over the mantle!"

The killing monk who arrived quickly saw Ji Yuan who was immersed in the mysterious realm and couldn't help himself, and saw the skilled Arhat boxer.

I couldn't help but feel excited inside, and my face trembled wildly.

The calm inner lake that had no waves in ancient wells suddenly turned into turbulent waves!

During his long period of practice, he had practiced this Arhat style tens of millions of times, making him extremely familiar with it. He could tell the level at a glance.

"God wills it! God wills it!"

The killing monks and Buddhas were moved in their hearts and praised repeatedly.

Few outsiders know the beauty of Arhat Boxing.

Among the eight divine spells of Taoism, one is called "Golden Light Curse".

It is said that "everything is connected with it."

The same is true for Buddhism.

As an introductory martial art to Zen Buddhism, Luohan Fist is just like the Golden Light Mantra.

It may seem superficial and simple, but it actually contains profound meanings that can make people transcend into the holy.

According to legend, this was the first ancestor of Xuankong Temple who traveled eastward and taught his disciples in person.

“The founder saw that the monks only meditated and meditated, and they were sallow and thin, lacked energy, and had weak qi and blood.

He said with emotion: "Although monks do not attach importance to the body, they cannot tolerate the separation of the soul if they do not fully understand the nature."

If you want to understand your nature, you must first strengthen your body. Then your body will be strong and your soul will be easy to understand’.

Then he created the Eighteen Hands of Luohan Boxing.

This boxing technique has been praised by many great masters as the true life skill that is "both internal and external, both spiritual and physical, both static and dynamic".

It’s just that people in the world are dull and have no ability as compared to the ancestors, so it is difficult for them to understand its essence.”

The master's past teachings flowed through the mind of the killing monk, and his excitement was beyond words.

After practicing it with concentration for more than 20 years, he finally realized the essence of Luohan Boxing and figured out the subtle changes of Qi and blood.

Now, in the fifteen-year-old Ji Yuan, we can see some traces of the sloppy monk.

"Could it be that my apprentice is really a genius in training?

Not only did he practice the golden bell and iron shirt to perfection,

I also realized the true meaning of Arhat Fist, holding the power of the dragon elephant, and gaining the Vajra Heart!"

The killing monk was thinking and glanced at the old housekeeper and the servants who heard the news.

He frowned slightly and waved his sleeves to block him out.

This kind of opportunity for enlightenment is rare for a great master to encounter several times in his life, and he must not let others disturb him.

If someone really made trouble, the skinny old monk would probably have murderous intentions immediately and use thunderous means to save the souls of the dead.

After two hours passed, the sun set in the west.

"A total of four thousand points of white Tao Yun were spent to completely seize it... It's not easy."

Ji Yuan slowly opened his eyes as if waking up from a big dream.

It's like having a good night's sleep, feeling refreshed and not tired at all.

Two lines of ancient handwriting from the Emperor's Dao Picture appeared in his eyes.

[Dragon Elephant Powerful]
To be continued...