The sun rises in the valley of Songshan Mountain, and the morning bell shocks the birds.

In the morning light, Shaolin Temple ushered in a new day.

Wang Dong and a group of disciples of the Xu generation started morning classes, chanting the Shurangama Mantra, chanting the Great Compassion Mantra, and chanting the Heart Sutra...

It feels a bit like morning readings from many years ago.

Since studying "The Great Wei Tuo Pestle", Wang Dong's sutra has been very serious and began to think about the meaning of the sutra, and combine theory with practice, corresponds what he feels and understands with the experiences and experiences of people in the real world, and seeks solutions.

In short, for him, he no longer has to do anything perfunctory.

After reciting the scriptures, it’s breakfast.

When the Shaolin Temple disciples were having breakfast, they neither sat nor stood, but stole their horses and squatted at the dining table, and worked hard while eating.

After breakfast, take a short rest and then start morning exercises.

The disciples are in charge according to their seniority and level of cultivation.

As the saying goes, the world's martial arts are produced in Shaolin. Shaolin Temple was praised as the leader of the martial arts world. The Taishan Beidou, which is recognized by the world, naturally, Shaolin disciples cannot only know how to recite scriptures.

In fact, there are five people in the world who are five different from each other in the world. There are newly emerging young masters who come to challenge Shaolin. Some come to fight one-on-one, some come to form a team to break into the formation, and some come to fight for the car...

If Shaolin Temple cannot provide various responses, it will be sneered by people all over the world and will damage its reputation for a thousand years.

Wang Dong's current martial arts cultivation is a bit too high to say in Shaolin Temple, but second-rate and third-rate are definitely ranked first.

In his eyes, those monks who taught merits were somewhat inadequate, so he really had no need to go to morning exercises with his brothers.

He was going to go to the Sutra Library to see other unique skills and secrets.

The system task mentioned that various bodies appear in the world, teach various methods, and save people and the world...

Wang Dong has the skill of "No Formation" and "It's not a problem to show up all kinds of bodies. It's not difficult to read a wide range of scriptures and preach various methods.

His current problem is to make people "willingly" listen to his teachings.

The world of Tianlong also regards strength as the most respected person. If the strength is not strong, who will listen carefully to your opinions, and who will be sincerely saved by you?

Not to mention anything else, if the Sweeping Monk had not shown his shocking cultivation, could he resolve the hatred between Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo?

With Wang Dong's current martial arts, if he goes down the mountain to explore the world and teaches Buddhism, he will forget it if he meets ordinary people and ordinary martial arts people. If he meets first-class martial arts masters,

I'm afraid that before I could speak, I was slapped away by a palm or died of a dart, so what else can I teach about Buddhism?

Moreover, Buddhism says that compassion is the heart, and also says that Vajra is angry.

Some practices are absolutely not good if they rely solely on their mouths.

Of course, the most important thing is that Wang Dong is not trapped in the seventy-two unique skills. He is very clear and knows his own psychology and physical condition. At least he is far from encountering the so-called "martial arts disorder".

In Wang Dong's own words, there is still a lot of room for improvement.

"Xuzhu."

Uncle Huihai, who was responsible for teaching Wang Dong's martial arts, saw that Wang Dong was distracted and called him.

Wang Dong clasped his hands and bowed.

"Why don't you go for morning exercise?" Huihai asked.

Wang Dong's monk did not lie and said, "I have learned all the martial arts you want to teach, and I don't have to learn them anymore. Now I go to the Sutra Pavilion to read higher-level martial arts to further improve myself."

Even as a monk, this statement is too direct.

Huihai was stunned for a moment and frowned and said, "You are so arrogant, but you have been lying and lying. Are you not afraid that I will punish you?"

Wang Dong said: "If you don't say this, you will be a lie."

Huihai looked at Wang Dong for a moment and said, "Let me do this, I stand here, only using five success forces. If you can push me, I will let you go."

Huihai has been in the temple for many years, but he has never seen a martial arts genius. If Wang Dong is also a martial arts genius selected from thousands of miles away, then he continues to force himself to stay and speaks with each other. Wouldn't he be both laughed at and slapped in the face?

In Shaolin Temple, you cannot underestimate any disciple.

Wang Dong had already figured out the plot of pretending to be slapping in the face, but Huihai only gave a small test and did not continue to attract hatred.

Wang Dong didn't want to make trouble. Seeing Huihai standing still, he honestly reached out and pushed his shoulder.

Huihai's whole body seemed to be wrapped in a silent wave, and he pulled it back steadily. His horse's stance was suddenly unbalanced, and he took five steps in a row before he stood still.

Huihai was shocked and knew that he was right in doubt. This nephew named Xu Zhu was indeed possessed with excellent skills.

Huihai's competitive spirit was aroused and said, "I only had five success powers just now. This time I will do my best and let's compete again."

As he said that, he took a deep breath, his body sank, his feet as if they were nailed to the ground, as if they were still loose.

At this time, the other disciples who were practicing morning were also attracted by the two of them and ran over to watch. When they saw Huihai doing this, they immediately guessed what they were doing.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Wang Dong.

Wang Dong secretly used his skills, slowly raised his right foot, took a step towards Huihai, then raised his right hand and pressed it on his left shoulder, stopped for a moment, and quickly retracted it.

"Disciple said goodbye."

Wang Dong clasped his palms at Huihai, then turned around and left.

Huihai stood still, with a very strange expression.

"Uncle Master, Xu Zhu didn't push you at all, why did you let him go?"

A disciple asked curiously.

Huihai said in a deep voice: "What are you all looking at here? Do you want to be punished?"

The disciples hurried back and continued morning exercises.

Seeing that everyone left, Huihai could no longer hold on, and his body suddenly popped backwards and stepped back for about a meter before barely standing.

Wang Dong's casual press just now contained such a strong internal force. If he did not retreat, his current skills would not be able to resolve it.

At a young age, if you have such cultivation, in addition to being extremely talented, naturally, there are monks in the temple secretly teaching it. This kind of thing is not rare in Shaolin Temple.

Huihai exclaimed in his heart and turned around to teach his disciples to practice martial arts.

...

Wang Dong went to the Sutra Pavilion, but did not see the monk who swept the floor.

He didn't deliberately look for such a monk who was invisible to see his head but not his tail. If he deliberately invisible, he would never be discovered by anyone.

Wang Dong walked around and searched the bookshelf in rows of bookshelf. Finally, he saw a familiar book on a row of bookshelf in the middle - "Fingering Method of Picking Flowers".

Wang Dong drew out the secret book, walked out to the corner, and began to study it carefully.

The fingers of picking flowers originate from the allusion of the Buddhist "The Buddha picked flowers and Kashyapa smiled" and, like the "Great Wei Tu Pestle", is also one of Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills.

This exercise is a skill that specializes in practicing finger-pulling power. When practicing, both internal and external practitioners are both feminine, soft and masculine. After achieving success, the three fingers can be used to pick things up, no matter how solid the stone is, it can be broken by the fingers, which can hurt people invisibly. It is a rare self-defense skill.

Wang Dong first remembers the meditation method, and then simulates the fingering technique.

When a book was halfway through, the sweeping monk suddenly appeared.

"Picking flowers is not just the technique, but also the Buddhist principles. If you don't get the mind, it will be difficult to appreciate the joy of Buddha picking flowers. This skill is difficult to achieve."

Wang Dong said: "Thank you for your advice."

"Since ancient times, those who learn this skill are all simple and innocent people. Only by using one mind and focusing on one's mind can you practice this skill to a state where you are in the form of an outside and an inside without any obstacles. Why did you choose this skill?" asked the monk sweeping the floor.

Wang Dong said: "It's not me who chose it, it's me."

The monk sweeping the floor smiled and said, "If you practice picking up the flower finger, you can recite the Lotus Sutra."

"yes."

After that, Wang Dong practiced picking flowers and fingers every day, reciting the Lotus Sutra to resolve the anger, and when he was free, he cleaned the Sutra Pavilion with the Sweeping Monk.

The two didn't talk much, and occasionally there were conversations, but only a few words.

One day, Wang Dong encountered a bottleneck in his practice and stayed alone in the Sutra Pavilion until late at night. He finally realized the wonderful truth of "soft skill is strong outside, hard and soft" and was like a broken bamboo. He practiced his fingers until he achieved a small success.

When he finished his exercise, his ears moved and he vaguely noticed a slight movement in the pavilion. He was about to get up, but he saw a gray shadow leaping out of the Sutra Pavilion like lightning. Its speed was nowhere to be under his own practice of moving clouds.

It seemed that the uninvited guest noticed himself first and left first.

A thief!

Wang Dong thought about it and had guessed the identity of the person.

"So you recognize him too."

The voice of the sweeping monk came from nowhere.

Wang Dong smiled and said "Yes" and stepped out of the Sutra Pavilion.

Two years later, Wang Dong met the Gray Shadow thief in the Sutra Library again. When the other party saw that he had no intention of dealing with him, he ignored it and looked through it and searched for secret books. Whenever he encountered seventy-two unique skills, he would take it away quickly, and then copy the copy and return it to the cabinet.

In the third year, Wang Dong met another thief, but it was a black shadow.

Wang Dong quickly recognized the black shadow because he placed himself in the vegetable garden of Shaolin Temple.

Wang Dong said to the black shadow: "Amitabha, do the donor still remember the little monk?"
Chapter completed!