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Wang Dong slapped a huge rock with a palm, and the huge rock shattered with a "bang" and turned into pieces as big as a fist.

Wang Dong shook his head unsatisfiedly.

A palm splitting stone seems very powerful, but it is actually a manifestation of not practicing kung fu.

As the treasure of Shaolin Temple for mountain control, the Vajra Prajna Palm is extremely powerful. After being passed down and optimized over the years, it has entered the peak of external kung fu. Although it still cannot be side by side with the superlative external kung fu like the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm, practicing the Prajna Palm to the subtle realm should not be underestimated.

This kind of top external kung fu, breaking mountains and cracking stones is only a basic manifestation. Only when a palm is shot, the stone turns into butterflies and flies away, or is further broken into powder and dissipates with the wind, can the real kung fu be revealed.

For Wang Dong, just breaking the stone is far from enough. If he wants to improve this set of palm techniques from the outside and the inside, the effect needed is to slap the stone with one palm, and the outside of the stone will crack and the inside will be broken into slag.

Wang Dong stood on the nameless mountain, with casual palms and aimless gestures, staring at the distance, with deep thought on his face.

Using external skills to nourish internal skills, ultimately achieving consistency between the inside and the outside is easy to say, but it is very complicated to do.

Logically speaking, this operation violates martial arts - or even natural laws, because in the usual sense, martial arts and practice methods follow the laws from the inside to the outside. Only when internal cultivation reaches a certain level can one sense and respond to the external operation mystery.

Specifically, it is just a word, Qi.

The key to internal and external communication lies in this word.

Once you can reach the level of mutual communication, internal and external consistency, no matter what skill you practice, you will be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort and be unstoppable.

One of the most famous examples:

When the Vajra Prajna Palm Kung Fu, which is connected internally and externally, it can even seriously injure the great martial arts master Zhang Sanfeng.

Wang Dong's memory of the brightest Vajra Palm almost all came from that sneak attack.

In Wang Dong's martial arts view, Zhang Sanfeng is a land god-level figure. He even surpasses the general martial arts world to a certain extent. Like the sweeping monk, he belongs to the NPC who sees the head but not the tail.

The sweeping monk took a dragon-subduing palm that Qiao Feng had shot with all his strength, symbolically broke several ribs, and spited a few mouthfuls of blood (more like a deliberate modification to strengthen the protagonist's aura). Zhang Sanfeng was attacked by Kongxiang and suffered internal injuries.

These two comparisons made Wang Dong remember the Prajna Palm, and thus realized what the Prajna Palm in the strongest state should look like.

With one palm, there will be a rush of destruction and shock, and there will be endless internal support and continuation.

Wang Dong thought for a long time, but did not give up his hand again, so he naturally stopped and went down the mountain.

At night, Wang Dong went to the Sutra Pavilion as usual.

I haven't seen the floor-sweeping monk these days, and I haven't even heard his elusive voice. Wang Dong himself speculated that he should be practicing in seclusion.

The Sweeping Monk has been hiding in the Sutra Pavilion for many years. He is not only proficient in Buddhism, but also knowledgeable about various martial arts. Even though he is not as eager for quick success and instant benefits as Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, he is greedy for many tasks, but it is no problem to practice a few sets of unique skills.

If not, what ability would he have to resolve grudges similar to those of the Xiao family and the Murong family?

Wang Dong did not practice qigong at night, but silently recited the "Miscellaneous Agama Sutra" to resolve the anger caused by practicing the Prajna Palm.

He actually can choose to recite scriptures in his bedroom, but it may be a matter of professional habits. He prefers to be in the atmosphere of the library and the Sutra Pavilion.

Wang Dong meditated silently, chanting the scriptures in his heart, and soon entered a state of ethereal and selflessness. His whole person seemed to have become a scripture, integrating with the Sutra Library.

A black figure sneaked in, silently, like a big black cat traveling at night. He looked around and found nowhere to notice Wang Dong's existence. It was not until he came to the bookshelf area where Wang Dong meditated that he suddenly realized it.

He glanced at Wang Dong, his body quickly retreated back, and maintained a reasonable distance between him and Wang Dong.

Unexpectedly, after a few days of not seeing each other, the young monk made progress again. With his intentional hiding his inner breath, he almost did not discover his existence.

If he continued to practice at this speed, he might be able to come first and catch up with his son Xiao Feng.

Wang Dong was quiet and did not take any action.

Xiao Yuanshan waited for a while and was sure that the other party would not bother him tonight. He was relieved to continue looking for secrets.

Not long after, a gray shadow flashed in.

Similarly, the black shadow was silent, like a big gray cat.

Gray Shadow saw the black shadow at first sight, and the latter also discovered his existence at the same time.

The two stood quietly under the dim light, looking at each other silently. I wonder if they had experienced some ideological struggle. In short, both of them were not prepared to take action and each went to find secrets with a sympathetic attitude of mutual appreciation.

Just as Huiying was about to turn around.

A sudden change occurred.

Wang Dong stood up from the cushion, but the next moment, he disappeared from the spot.

A fist as white as a lotus, faintly glowing light came to the gray shadow.

“Huh~”

The gray shadow exclaimed in surprise, stretched out his index finger, and pointed it at the fist.

It points to the wind like a sharp blade leaping out.

Wang Dong felt his fist numb and a force pierced straight along his arm.

"Shenhe Finger!"

Wang Dong called the Shadow Breaking Move, and immediately flashed back and lifted his arm to remove his finger force.

One of the two men prepared a sneak attack and used 90% of their strength to fight, but failed to achieve success; the other greeted each other casually, still retaining their normal strength, and still gaining the upper hand with ease. The strength of martial arts is determined immediately.

However, the gray shadow was called by Wang Dong to break the unique skills of the ancestors, but he was a little surprised and did not leave immediately, but stood there and looked at Wang Dong.

The black shadow, who was focusing on finding secrets, turned his head and looked here, shook his head with understanding at Huiying.

The young monk was born to know it very strange. His thinking and understanding of people's hearts was even more troublesome than his martial arts.

Wang Dong returned to the cushion, sat down and thought for a while, then suddenly stood up again and slapped the gray shadow.

This palm is the Prajna palm he realized during the day.

Huiying said "huh" again and took the palm carefully.

Feeling the remaining palm power, Huiying said inexplicably: "How could this be? Isn't this Prajna Palm?"

Wang Dong still retreated back to the cushion and continued to think hard.

The gray shadow seemed to patiently feed Wang Dong to the full leopard in order to get a glimpse of the "Vajra Prajna Palm 2.0 version".

So a strange scene appeared in the Sutra Pavilion:

A dark shadow is actively flipping through secret books;

A gray shadow is seriously trying out a boy;

A young monk was comprehending the mystery of palm techniques while fighting.

Like a silent little theater.

After Wang Dong finished his palm technique, Huiying couldn't help but comment a few times and explained his views and opinions.

Wang Qing was very happy, and indeed benefited a lot and opened up new ideas.

The two finished their exchanges.

The gray shadow no longer looked for secret books and said happily: "I have been in the cabinet for a long time, but the income tonight is the most joyful."

After saying that, the sleeves of the robe fluttered, and the gray shadow turned around and left the Sutra Pavilion, like a breeze.

Wang Dong would not be narcissistic and thought that he had pointed out Murong Bo. The reason why he was happy was because he found a new idea of ​​practicing Prajna Palm, and he could pass this set of palm techniques to his son.

Over the years, he has copied so many secret books from the Sutra Library, and each one has various problems when practicing it, so he had to do experiments on another person first, and the results are not good.

Now that he has finally cracked a unique skill, I am having fun passing it on to his son after he has improved it?

The black shadow happened to find the secret he liked at this time, and he didn't greet Wang Dong and went there by himself.

A few days after that, Wang Dong did not see the black shadow and the gray shadow again, nor did he see the sweeping monk again.

But after fighting with Huiying, his Prajna palm finally went up to the next level. Now that he had a palm shot, his palm power could already strike a huge rock into a small stone.

Half a month passed in a blink of an eye.

The team sent by Shaolin Temple to Luoyang to watch the Beggars' Sect's exchange ceremony has been confirmed.

Wang Dong was not among them, but had lofty ambitions. He always had the mentality of not wanting to be a monk who was not a good monk. He disdained to see others' majesty Xu Ran, who was chosen as a disciple of the Xu generation, to watch the ceremony.

I was overjoyed and could not hide the smile on my face.

"It's really a happy thing to be able to go down the mountain with uncle to see the world."

Wang Dong secretly complained: "Mencius cannot escape the 21st century law of gods."

"This time I was selected to go down the mountain with my uncle, senior brother, Xu Zhu, what do you want to say?"

Void is too lazy to pay attention to him.

Wang Dong said: "The female donor at the foot of the mountain is a white rabbit. When you see it, you must be strong and brave to pounce forward."

...

The next day, the Shaolin Temple team went down the mountain to Luoyang.
Chapter completed!