MTL - Cultivating From Obtaining Experience-Chapter 229 high above tens of thousands of people looking up to

  Chapter 229 Tens of thousands of people look up to him

  Times are changing,

   Wang An heard this sentence from more than one person.

   "That person said something inexplicable, times are about to change."

   "It's changed, how did it change? Resurrection of spiritual energy, recovery of strangeness, or the cultivation of immortals by all people?" Li Xinzhu asked subconsciously.

   "What are you thinking about? You have read too many novels." Wang An smiled.

   "Hey, I don't care what you do. You are not the master of walking sideways in any era with your ability, but you just like to lie on your stomach in this mountain. If I have this ability, I will definitely be a dragon!" Li Xinzhu raised his finger to the sky and said domineeringly.

  “Everyone has his own ambition, and the road ahead is still long.”

   "I was thinking, will you really cultivate immortality in the end?"

  Wang An just smiled.

  Who can define, what is a fairy?

  If the immortals that the ancients talked about really existed, where did they end up? What would it look like now?

   At noon this day, Wang An stewed a big pot of beef, and Li Xinzhu drank two cups with the old man.

   "I'm going to go out in two days, and you can take care of it at home."

   "No problem, where are you going, do you need me to arrange someone to take you?"

   "No, it's not very far, I can walk there."

  The place Wang An is going 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 in the evening.

  He was planning to go to Faxing Temple to borrow some ancient books to see the legendary "King Kong Immortal Art" and "Golden Bell Shade" two body-protecting skills.

  In the afternoon, just as the sun was setting, he set foot on the road to Faxing Temple, still walking in a straight line. Over the mountains, across the rivers and rivers, the sun still set, but his footsteps did not stop, and he continued to move forward.

  The night is getting darker,

  On a mountain, there are two people, a pit, and there are two more people in the pit, two living people whose hands and feet were helped and their mouths sealed with tape, their faces full of horror.

   "Don't blame us when you get there, who told you to offend someone you shouldn't?" One person raised his hand and threw a handful of paper money after saying this.

   "Okay, let's start working." After speaking, he raised his hand and picked up the shovel beside him and filled the hole with soil.

   After filling it out twice, there was a gust of wind, and the two disappeared. The two people who were terrified in the pit were stunned.

  The next moment, the two of them felt a flash before their eyes, and they came out of the pit and came outside the pit, and then the ropes binding their hands and feet were untied.

what happened?

  Both people were stunned. 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 were going to bury them alive just now.

"This is?!"

   They take a closer look.

   "Could it be dead?"

  The two looked at the pitch-black, quiet forest, except for the two of them and the two people who fell on the ground, there was no one else.

  Who saved them just now, is it a fairy or a monster?

   They looked at each other, then left in a panic.

  At this time, Wang An, who passed by here just now and saved them by the way, has already turned 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, who were easily dealt with by him, and went all the way to the foot of Zhongyue Mountain.

  The sky is not yet bright, and the waning moon hangs on the top of the mountain like a hook. It came 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 climb the mountain with the speed of rushing, but slowly went up the mountain.

   What surprised him was that there were still people waiting on the top of the mountain early to watch the sunrise on such a day.

  Looking at the sky, the sky is getting whiter and whiter. At first, it looks like a fish maw with a touch of white, and then it slowly lights up, and it still glows red.

   "Pretty!" Wang Anxin said.

  It was dawn, and the bell was ringing in Faxing Temple.

   Evening Drum and Morning Bell,

  At the beginning of the day, the monks of Faxing Temple get up and do morning classes first, and then have breakfast.

   Some monks have already started to work in the kitchen. There are more than 200 monks who live in Faxing Temple, not to mention anything else, but it takes a lot of effort to prepare three meals a day for these 200 people.

  This morning, a strange layman came to the Xiangji kitchen to have breakfast early in the morning, which surprised them a little. They thought he was a pilgrim living in the monastery, and they prepared vegetarian food for him without saying anything, but he ate a lot of vegetarian food, and he ate bowl after bowl.

   "Well, don't say it, the fast food at Faxing Temple is really good!" Wang An praised while eating.

   "It's too much for a layman, will it hurt your body if you eat so much?"

   "Hey, this is how much."

  In the end, Wang An ate the meal to his heart's content. Those monks were dumbfounded when they saw it.

   Once you’ve eaten and drank enough, it’s time to get down to business.

   It's just that he came here today, unfortunately, the Sutra Pavilion is not open to the public today. He found out that the steward in the temple was a monk, but the other party didn't let go.

   "Master, I don't look for nothing, how about this, let me read the scriptures of Faxing Temple, and teach you how about the kung fu of the monks of Faxing Temple?"

   "The benefactor still knows kung fu?" The monk laughed when he heard Wang An say that.

  Instructing the Kung Fu monks of Faxing Temple, where is Faxing Temple, how could they find someone as young as you to teach Kung Fu? If this gets out, won't people laugh it off?

  Of course, as a Buddhist disciple, some arrogant words cannot be said.

   "But it seems that they look down on me."

  Wang An looked at the nearby temple, and suddenly raised his body, and the whole person rose up from the ground, went directly to the roof, and then fell lightly.

  The monk immediately changed his face when he saw this.

   "What does the master think?"

   "The benefactor is good at kung fu, Faxing Temple has its own Buddhist exercises, and there is no need for the benefactor to teach."

   "Master, look at that clock." Pointing to the bronze bell on the clock tower obliquely ahead.

   "What does the benefactor mean?" The monk was slightly taken aback when he heard the words.

   "I remember that there is a practice in Faxing Temple called the Great Vajra Palm?"

   "Indeed, it is Faxing Temple's unique skill."

   "Master, come with me."

  Wang An went up the bell tower, and the monk followed him up the bell tower. Wang An slapped his palm a few steps away from the big clock.

  dong, a bell rang, and the copper bell shook. The monk was stunned for a moment, and so were the monks who followed him.

  They could see it clearly, the man in front of them actually hit the bronze bell trembling with every palm.

"This this"

   "Great Vajra Palm, palm splitting power?" The monk in charge said after recovering from surprise for a long time.

   "Exactly, I can teach you the methods of practicing exercises and the secrets of them. The price is that I have to look through your Faxing Temple's exercise secret books. I mean the real ancient exercises."

   "I can't be the master of this matter, the benefactor will wait later."

  The monk left for a while, and came back not long after. He took Wang An to meet the abbot of Faxing Temple, Zen Master Deguang. After some conversation, he agreed that Wang An should go to the Cangjing Pavilion to watch the real Faxing Temple martial arts, but he could only watch three of them, and he could not transcribe or take pictures.

  In exchange, Wang An told them the method of practicing Vajra Zen Palm, and Wang An agreed without hesitation.

   To be honest, even if he taught it, not many people in Faxing Temple would be able to understand it, let alone practiced to his current state of splitting palm.

  The real Sutra Pavilion of Faxing Temple is not shown to outsiders. Even the monks in their temples rarely have the opportunity to see the scriptures in the real Sutra Pavilion. A considerable part of the scriptures are no longer here, but have been transferred to other places for protection.

  Wang An saw "Golden Bell Cover" and "King Kong Immortal Art" are rare originals.

  It is the original but it is also a remnant copy. Yes, the "Golden Bell Cover" is barely complete, but "King Kong is Indestructible" is incomplete, and the next few pages were burned.

  He first read "King Kong Is Not Bad". This kind of exercise is practiced from the outside to the inside. In addition to the exercises, corresponding medicines are needed to complement it. It looks a bit like Li Suxiao's method of practicing exercises, which is a bit troublesome.

   Then he read the "Golden Bell Jar" exercise. This exercise also needed medicine at the beginning, and it needed to be constantly beaten by external forces to improve his ability to resist blows. The description of the exercises later caught Wang An's attention.

  The meaning of this golden bell cover is to make the practitioners look like they are covered with a golden bell, so they can be invulnerable to weapons, fire and water.

  Admiralty clock is not fixed, it can rotate.

  How to rotate?

  Human muscles and bones cannot rotate.

  (end of this chapter)