Heavens Unlimited Play

Chapter 39

Xia Wuji carried Bai Xiaosheng in his arms and used his movement skills. The journey went smoothly, and he quickly flew out of Shaolin Temple.

When he came to the foot of Shaolin Temple, he whistled, and immediately four black shadows flew out.

These are the four "shadows" of Xia Wuji, who met a martial arts master on his way to Shaolin Temple.We got separated and got together recently.

"Take Bai Xiaosheng down and keep him under strict supervision." Xia Wuji said: "By the way, he was pointed out by me, remember to find a doctor to show him, it will be fine if he doesn't die."

"Yes!"

After the four shadows left, Xia Wuji stretched out his figure, and went to Shaolin Temple again.

He is no longer a child of seven or eight years old, but an upright man.

A man who keeps his word.

Today's operation is so smooth, no matter what, I have to pay the salary of the old man Tathagata, it's not good to play tricks.

……

In the Daxiong Palace, the lights never stop.

Sitting in the middle of the statue is a giant golden Buddha with a height of about ten feet, with his eyebrows lowered and his head bowed, revealing his compassion, overlooking all living beings.

There is only a young monk guarding the whole hall, sitting cross-legged on the futon, knocking on the wooden fish, and reciting scriptures.But his head seemed to be dozing off bit by bit.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew, the little monk shivered, opened his dim eyes, and saw a person standing in front of the Buddha, burning incense and praying, rubbing his eyes, and looking again, there was no shadow there.

"What's going on? Could it be that senior brother is playing tricks on me?"

The little monk was startled and looked around, but he didn't see anyone.I couldn't help shivering, thinking of the "Top Ten Weird Shaolin Legends" that my senior brother said on weekdays, the originally peaceful and peaceful hall suddenly had a hint of horror.

If the little monk went to check the merit box, he would find that there were three extra bank notes in it, each of which was in the amount of 1000 taels.

"Since you've all come to Shaolin Temple, you'd feel sorry for yourself if you didn't go to the Sutra Pavilion. Besides, I gave you 3000 taels of silver, which is enough to build a library. What's wrong with reading two books?"

With a thought, Xia Wuji flew in the direction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Returning to Shaolin this time, the most important thing is to pay the Buddha.As for reading, it's just incidental and spontaneous.

Regardless of whether others believed it or not, Xia Wuji believed it anyway.

After about a quarter of an hour, he touched the outside of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

Xia Wuji listened intently, only to hear several breathing sounds coming from inside.

One of them breathed so long that it was barely audible when it exhaled.Judging from the sound of breathing, that person should be a top-notch expert, obviously the main force guarding the Sutra Pavilion.As for the others, they should be ordinary monks.

Xia Wuji rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, then quietly opened the window, and flew into it.He unfolded his movements and rushed towards the first-rate master.

The master guarding the Sutra Pavilion was a monk in cassock, probably in his thirties, tall and majestic, like an iron tower, with a faint golden glow on his skin, obviously he had practiced the indestructible magic of Vajra to a certain level.

He was looking through a Buddhist scripture by the light.

Suddenly, as the candle light flickered, the monk immediately became vigilant, and when he looked up, he saw a small figure flying towards him.

"Have you eaten? If you haven't eaten, give me a punch!"

Xia Wuji's figure stopped suddenly, from thunderous movement to silence.

At the same time, he swung his fist and struck the void horizontally.

It was just a simple punch, leaving no trace, but under the urging of the tyrannical zhenqi, the airflow erupted like a tsunami, blowing the books all around with a "crash".

"So strong!"

The monk was secretly startled. Looking at the world's masters, there are probably not many people who can make such a terrifying punch.

He didn't dare to be negligent in his heart, the golden light on his body was even stronger, and his whole person carried a sense of sacredness.At the same time, with enough qi, he swung out with one palm.

This palm is powerful and heavy, majestic and fierce, it truly reveals the mighty, masculine, fierce and ferocious meaning of the world's palm techniques without reservation.

However, Xia Wuji didn't intend to fight the monk head-on.Otherwise, if there is commotion in the Sutra Pavilion, they will be surrounded by all the Shaolin masters within a short while.

His punch was just in vain.

I saw Xia Wuji's body turned sideways, and at the moment the monk's palm fell, several acupoints around his body were sealed like lightning, making the monk unable to move.

"Excuse me, Wu Ke, continue reading."

Xia Wuji put the monk in the pose of a meditator, and put a scripture book on his lap, in this way, as long as he gets closer and takes a closer look, he won't find anything wrong with the monk.

Ignoring the other monks in the Sutra Pavilion, Xia Wuji looked for Shaolin's unique skills.

Blossom Finger, Formless Tribulation Finger, Bright Fist...

He didn't see the 72 unique skills and couldn't wait to read them, but looked for the martial arts that suited him.

Xia Wuji remembered that the sweeping monk once said that each of Shaolin's 72 unique skills is fierce and fierce, and can hurt people's lives. The deeper the practice, the heavier the hostility. Backlash is inevitable.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo are two living examples.

Of course, this does not necessarily apply to a gold-type martial artist and an ancient-type martial artist.

What's more, in Xia Wuji's view, it's not that hostility needs to be resolved by Buddhism, but that Buddhist martial arts need to be understood by Buddhism.

It's like Mei Chaofeng and Chen Xuanfeng practicing the Nine Yin Mantra, just because they suffered from ignorance and ignorance of Taoist knowledge, they practiced the Nine Yin God Claw well and became the Nine Yin White Bone Claw.

In Buddhism, Taoism and martial arts, every word may contain allusions, and we can't just look at the literal meaning.

If you don't have a solid foundation in Buddhism, you can go to practice Buddhist martial arts. It may not be a big problem to practice one or two, but if you practice a few more, it will conflict with each other, and it will be strange if you don't go crazy.

Xia Wuji has read some Buddhist classics, and can understand ordinary scriptures.

So he can still understand the general Buddhist stunts.

Shaolin Kung Fu has been passed down for thousands of years, and its system is very complete. It has been refined and supplemented by countless generations of eminent monks.

Xia Wuji didn't want to integrate all Shaolin martial arts, but just used this to prove his own martial arts and take it to a higher level.

He himself was obsessed with martial arts, and soon became addicted to it, not only did he not find it boring, but he was full of joy.

As for the other monks in the Buddhist scripture pavilion, they each occupied one side, and occasionally a monk held a lantern to check.Most Banxia Wuji deliberately hid it, but they didn't notice it at all.

Before I knew it, the night passed by like this.

……

It was dawn, and suddenly a few monks came outside the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

The first person was Master Xinhu, the abbot of Shaolin Temple.The other two monks beside him are Master Xinzhu and Master Xindeng, who are the first seven heads of Shaolin Temple.

(End of this chapter)