Yang Ning was both angry and horrified.
He knew that the martial arts of the little monk Zhenming was far superior to his own. He could never do that back flip just now, as light as a cloud. He thought that this was just an ordinary weak little monk, but he never expected that he could do it. I missed it and realized that this little monk's martial arts was so powerful.
The little monk is not only light and powerful, but also has amazing speed. Yang Ning's fighting skills are definitely not weak, but under the hands of this little monk, he has no time to react.
"Junior brother Ning, can you go to the afternoon class?" Young monk Zhenming asked again.
Yang Ning knew that he had really met a powerful character. This young monk was not weak in martial arts and had a coherent mind. He regarded his master's words as an edict.
If you try to be tough at this time, I'm afraid you'll still suffer a loss.
Yang Ning naturally knew that it was never too late for a gentleman to take revenge, and he also knew that a good man should not suffer the consequences of his immediate losses. He got up, patted his clothes, and asked: "I said...little brother, where did you learn this skill?" ?”
"It's what the master taught me," said the young monk Zhenming.
Yang Ning raised his thumb and said: "It seems that your master must be a powerful person. You also seem to be very talented. Your martial arts seems to be a little higher than mine."
"Junior Brother Ning, have you ever learned martial arts before?" Little Monk Zhenming asked, "Your martial arts doesn't seem to be very good."
Yang Ning cursed in his heart, thinking to himself that you don't know which pot to lift. Aren't you just better at martial arts? Are you telling the truth here? But he still said with a smile on his face: "What the little brother said is that my martial arts Little practice... By the way, is my little brother born with supernatural powers? I saw that you were very strong just now."
The young monk Zhenming asked doubtfully: "Is the young monk very strong? The young monk doesn't know. The young monk was taken up the mountain by his master since he was a child and has been living here with the master. I remember that when he was six years old, the master began to teach the young monk the Qing Sutra. According to the Qing Sutra, the young monk After practicing the oral formula, my strength becomes stronger day by day, and my body is as light as a swallow...!"
"Wait a minute!" Yang Ning immediately raised his hand to stop and opened his eyes wide: "What did you say? You are strong and can do somersaults, is it... because you practice Qing Jing?"
Little monk Zhenming said: "Yes, why does Junior Brother Ning ask like this?"
Yang Ning grabbed the little monk Zhenming's arm and said with a smile: "You little senior brother, you talk half-heartedly about how to cure me. You should have said that Qing Jing can be used to practice martial arts."
Yang Ning originally thought that the Qing Jing was just an ordinary Buddhist scripture, and how could he bother to learn any Buddhist scriptures. However, after hearing what the young monk Zhenming said, he knew that the Qing Jing was probably extraordinary.
He knew in his heart that there were many strange people and masters in this world. Although he was proficient in fighting skills, if he used fighting skills to fight against these masters, he would die very ugly. The little monk who was just over ten years old could easily kill him. He is playing with it in the palm of his hand, and it can be seen that his skill is really insignificant in this world.
If you want to survive in this world, you must make yourself stronger.
If this Qing Sutra can really improve your martial arts, of course you must study hard.
But the young monk Zhenming said blankly: "Qing Jing can practice martial arts? This young monk doesn't know." He added: "But practicing Qing Jing can indeed make martial arts practice twice the result with half the effort. Master has said that Qing Jing can not only understand the mind, but also practice martial arts with half the effort." It not only cultivates qi, but also makes the meridians unblocked. The master also said that this sutra must never be taught to others, but this time for some reason, I have asked a young monk to teach it to you."
Yang Ning was startled for a moment, but she was thinking, this Qing Jing can unblock the meridians, could it be possible that teaching her this sutra formula can help her heal her injuries
The little monk Zhenming clasped his hands and walked out of the yard. He looked back. This time, Yang Ning followed him obediently. The little monk walked to the giant clock and sat cross-legged on a rock on the edge of the cliff. The rock was as smooth as a mirror. Apparently it was caused by someone sitting cross-legged on it for many years.
Opposite this rock, there was also a rock with a very smooth top. Yang Ning thought of the young monk and his master. It seemed that the master and the disciple had been sitting here all year round practicing.
He was not polite, sat down opposite the young monk Zhenming, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother, are you all practicing here?"
"The breath here is pure, which is of great benefit to practice." The young monk Zhenming answered honestly: "I have been practicing here with my master since I was six years old."
"No wonder your martial arts are so powerful." Yang Ning raised his thumb, "Senior Brother, I think your martial arts must be first-rate in this Daguangming Temple."
Young monk Zhenming immediately shook his head and said: "No, there are many brothers in the temple, and they are all better than me."
Yang Ning was horrified when he heard this, thinking to himself that the young monk had said that there were four to five hundred monks in the Daguangming Temple. If the other people's martial arts were more powerful than the young monk, then what a terrifying existence the Daguangming Temple was. I couldn't help but ask: "Have you fought with them all, or have you competed with them all? How do you know that their martial arts skills are better than yours?"
The young monk was stunned for a moment and then said: "The young monk has never fought with anyone. He only practices martial arts with his master. Daguangming Temple is first in Buddhist practice and second in martial arts. All disciples who enter the temple must practice martial arts."
Yang Ning then breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You haven't competed with anyone, so how do you know that their martial arts skills are better than yours?"
The young monk raised his hand and scratched his bald head and said: "The young monk is dull-minded and his martial arts progress is very slow. Moreover, the martial arts training time is not too long. The martial arts of the brothers should be above the young monk."
"Senior brother, you said you shouldn't lie. It turns out that this is all just speculation on your part." Yang Ning sighed: "I haven't even fought before, so I can't comment on my level. You may be right to say that you are stupid, but there may be others better than you. Idiot, their progress may be slower than yours. In the future, please don’t lie that everyone is better in martial arts than you. If you really believe what you say, wouldn’t it scare people to death?”
"Why do you want to scare people to death?" The young monk wondered: "But the young monk is indeed guessing. That is the young monk's mistake. There should be... there should be no one stupider than the young monk in Daguangming Temple." After a pause, he added: "Every year There will be martial arts gatherings in the temple, and the whole temple must be present. The young monk has watched the martial arts competition between his fellow apprentices, and their martial arts are really exquisite. The young monk feels inferior to them."
"Then why didn't you participate?" Yang Ning said, "If you want to play, you won't necessarily lose to them."
He is not flattering the little monk Zhenming, but he was easily defeated by the little monk Zhenming just now. If this little monk's martial arts is still the worst in the Great Light, then everyone in the whole temple can step on him. Feet, just thinking about it makes me so damn depressed. Only by proving that the martial arts of the young monk Zhenming is better than most people in the temple, Yang Ning's depression will be relieved.
It's just that the young monk didn't understand the style and kept being humble. Yang Ning was so angry that he wanted to pick up a stone and smash the light gourd to pieces.
Naturally, the young monk didn't know the grievances in Yang Ning's heart, and added fuel to the fire: "Those who can participate in the martial arts competition are all brothers who have practiced martial arts extremely well. If the young monk is not successful in martial arts, he will not be able to participate, and the only master is the young monk. An apprentice warned the young monk not to argue with others, let alone with the brothers in the temple, so the master never let the young monk play."
"It's not that you're not good at martial arts. In the end, it's your master who doesn't let you play." Yang Ning concluded immediately, and then said in shock: "Your master only has you as his apprentice?"
The young monk nodded and said: "Yes, except for the presiding master, all the senior monks of the Jing generation have their own disciples. The other masters and uncles have at least twenty or thirty disciples. Only the master only accepted the young monk as his disciple." Look. Looking at Yang Ning, he said: "But since the master asked the young monk to teach you the Qing Dynasty, he should be ready to accept you as his disciple."
Yang Ning thought for a moment and then asked: "Senior brother, do you know about Shaolin Temple?"
The temple he is most familiar with is naturally the Shaolin Temple. In many books, when it comes to martial arts, the Shaolin Temple is referred to as Taishan Beidou. I don't know if the Shaolin Temple also exists in this world.
"Shaolin Temple?" The young monk asked curiously: "Where is that?"
Yang Ning thought that you couldn't even know the Shaolin Temple, so he explained: "The Shaolin Temple is the largest temple in the world. Just like your Daguangming Temple, there are many warrior monks. As the saying goes... Oh, by the way, the world Have you heard that martial arts comes from Shaolin?"
The young monk shook his head and said: "I have never heard of it. But as far as the young monk knows, the number one temple in the world has always been our Daguangming Temple."
Yang Ning smiled and said: "Maybe you haven't been down the mountain too little and haven't heard of it. Your Daguangming Temple only has a few hundred people, so it can't be said to be a big temple. A real big temple has tens of thousands of people. Compared with them, there is still a gap between Guangming Temple."
"That's because Xiao Zeng is ignorant." The young monk said very seriously: "Master has never told the young monk about Shaolin Temple, so the young monk doesn't know about it." He murmured again: "But if Shaolin Temple is the best temple in the world, Master also I will tell the young monk. There are dozens of famous temples in the world. The master has told the young monk about them. The young monk remembers them clearly, but he has never heard of Shaolin Temple." The only one remained silent and finally said: "When the master comes back, the young monk will tell the master Ask for advice. Junior Brother Ning, do you know how to get lucky?"
"Luck?" Yang Ning frowned and said, "Are you talking about breathing?"
The young monk thought for a moment and said: "It's just like breathing, but... But it's also very different. Luck is the foundation of practicing martial arts. Only with luck throughout the body can you have free hands and feet and abundant breath...!" After a pause, he said : "The purification formula can teach you how to breathe out luck."
Yang Ning is even more certain that this Qing Jing must be a Qi and Martial Arts Jing.
Duan Canghai said in the previous episode that the root cause of his troubles was that he had accumulated too much true energy in his body, but he did not know the luck method at all and was unable to guide the true energy in his body for his own use.
Now it's really just as soon as it rains, someone comes to bring an umbrella. Whatever is needed, this little monk wants to teach him the secret of luck. It's really just the right time.