Becoming a God Starting from a Water Monkey

The clouds and fog dispersed, and the moonlight shone between the houses, dripping a layer of faint white light.

The night breeze was slightly cool, and the old monk wearing a hundred-year-old robe stood quietly in the shadow of the house. The wind pulled his starched and white clothes and fluttered slowly.

Liang Qu did not relax his vigilance because of the old monk's words.

In the evening, except for big restaurants and big money shops, ordinary people lie down to rest early, and beggars will not choose this time to come out to beg.

An old monk suddenly appeared and wanted to accept a disciple. It was strange no matter how you looked at it.

Furthermore, he couldn't see the old monk's energy at all. Ninety-nine percent of him was a master.

Liang Qu thought about it and said cautiously: "Why does Master want to accept me as his disciple?"

"All things are caused by fate."

The old monk held rosary beads in his hand and stared at Liang Qu. His eyes were black and white, as clear as a baby, far less turbid and yellow than the old man next door.

"The donor has the bones of a dragon and a tiger. Lao Na has a method called "Diamond Sutra of Subduing the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger." It is practiced by ordinary people only for the sake of superiority. It is a top-notch method for the donor.

Lao Na observes that you are no longer as old as the weak crown. Within thirty years of practicing this method, you will reach the state of perfection and hope to reach the status of Arhat, which is the realm of martial sage in ordinary people's way. "

Liang Qu was speechless.

The monk is really good at talking big words. He says that he will reach the level of elephant in thirty years, and he is expected to become a martial artist. How about growing Chinese cabbage?

In the story, it was after falling off a cliff that he met the old man and learned martial arts.

I don’t even need to drop it, can I just run into it on the street?

But Liang Qu didn't expect to be able to see Wu Gu at a glance. He is a master who can speak big words and is not easy to offend.

Liang Qu declined politely: "He already has a master and is not allowed to worship anyone else. He has been a single disciple for three generations. He has no intention of becoming a monk. He is afraid of disappointing the master."

The old monk lowered his eyebrows and turned his rosary beads silently.

The night wind blew and there was silence.

Seeing that the old monk didn't speak, Liang Qu felt a little uneasy.

"In that case," the old monk raised his head again, "I don't force it, but I haven't eaten for two days since I traveled far away. Can the donor please allow me to bother you for a while and give me a meal?"

Liang Qu was stunned.

To be honest, he was reluctant.

This old monk is too weird, but since it comes down to this, it would be a bad idea not to agree.

"It's all right. Master, follow me."

The old monk bowed: "Thank you so much, donor."

Liang Qu sighed in his heart, and walked diagonally ahead, making sure that he could see the old monk's movements from the corner of his eye, and led him to open the door of the side cabin and enter the kitchen.

There was a small table in the kitchen, and Liang Qu brought a small mat for the old monk to sit down.

"Master, sit down first, I'll go get ready."

"good."

Liang Qu looked through the cabinet, found some vegetables and seasonings, and started a fire to cook.

In the middle of the night, the cook had already gone home to sleep. If he wanted to entertain the old monk, he had to cook a meal himself.

Speaking of which, this was the first time Liang Qu had made a fire to cook since he came here. Before hiring a cook, he always ate outside or in the martial arts studio.

Because I have never used an ancient stove, it is a bit unfamiliar, but it is not a serious problem.

Liang Qu added water and covered the lid. He turned around and saw the old monk holding a wooden board, picking up a piece of charcoal and writing on the board.

The wooden planks seemed to be left over from the construction of the house and doors. I don’t know when the old monk got them.

Liang Qu didn't dare to look carefully at what was written on it. He just watched his eyes, nose and heart. After the vegetable porridge was cooked, he took out a bowl and served it.

"Thank you donor."

The old monk put his hands together and after praying, he took the bowl with one hand and passed the board with the other.

"Master this is"

"The Diamond Sutra of Subduing the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger."

Liang Qu frowned and did not pick it up.

"I said, I have learned from you."

The old monk's shriveled face trembled, sticking to his bones, and he managed to squeeze out a smile: "There is no need to become a disciple, just treat it as a reward for fasting."

This monk

Liang Qu was very interested in this.

The old monk didn't seem to think that he was that dangerous, and he wasn't some lonely weirdo.

Within thirty years, he will surely enter the realm of perfection and hope to achieve Arhat status.

I have to admit, this sentence is quite curious, and if you just exchange it for a meal of vegetable porridge, it's almost like having sex for nothing.

Who doesn’t like free prostitution?

"Master, drink slowly."

Liang Qu put down the bowl and took the wooden board.

With a touch of his hand, the wooden boards spread out like a peacock spreading its tail.

The board was cut into dozens of thin slices!

What a profound skill!

The wooden door was not made of shabby wood. He used oak wood, which was hard and heavy.

I didn't see the old monk take out any sharp weapon, but he actually divided the wooden board into so many pages with just a pair of human hands.

Liang Qu lit the oil lamp beside the stove and looked carefully.

Each thin sheet is covered with words written in charcoal ash. The writing is vigorous and powerful, like a dragon or a snake swimming.

"A lady's body contains the internal organs and the six internal organs on the inside, and the limbs and bones on the outside; the essence and spirit are on the inside, and the muscles, bones and flesh are on the outside, which together form one body."

a while

The candlelight flickered. The more Liang Qu looked, the more he wanted to sleep. The more he looked, the more drowsy his mind became, and his eyes felt extremely sore.

This technique is mixed with a lot of Buddhist terminology and allusions, which is completely a blind spot for him.

What Liang Qu studied in the academy was mostly a subset of classics and history, humanities and history, and he also studied "Wan Sheng Bao Yuan", so he had some exposure to Taoist ideas, but he didn't understand anything about Buddhism at all.

I was still able to read it after stumbling at first, but the things I didn't understand accumulated more and more, and I couldn't connect the previous and later pages, and it was a complete mess starting from the second page.

Just judging from the intention of the opening chapter, it is indeed a skill that suits him very well. It also has certain similarities with "Wan Sheng Bao Yuan" and can be practiced at both times.

It happened that the old monk finished his vegetable porridge and put down his bowl and chopsticks.

Liang Qu quickly found a set of tea sets, boiled water, poured a cup of good tea, and asked with a smile: "Where are you from, Master?"

"I have traveled around and have no place to stay. If I have to say, I have been wandering in Qingzhou for a long time before, so I came from Qingzhou."

"Qingzhou?"

Liang Qu nodded, thinking it was a coincidence that he was a wandering monk. He took out the version of "Vajra Sutra" again.

"Master, I don't understand your skills. I haven't heard of many things on it. Can you tell me a little bit about it?"

The old monk smiled: "You will understand if you worship me as your master."

Emotions are waiting for me here.

Liang Qu was speechless, and then asked: "Master, is it too casual to accept me as a disciple just because you saw me on the street? What if I am a bad person?"

"I have observed you since you left at 3:30 pm. I have seen, heard, and explored along the way. Last year, you donated money to save people, gave porridge at the end of the year, killed mountain ghosts to protect villagers, and did not forget to give after you became rich. I know all of this and have my own decision."

The old monk's eyes were blazing.

There are many martial bones in the world. Dragon tendon and tiger bone are not the best, but they are the martial bones he most hopes to meet.

People choose martial arts, and martial arts choose people.

People who create martial arts may not be unparalleled in cultivation.

People with unparalleled cultivation may not be able to create martial arts.

How difficult it is to meet a martial arts that completely fits oneself.

Dragon tendon and tiger bone, completely fits the Diamond Sutra of Subduing Dragons and Subduing Tigers!

This method is only superior to others, but it is the best to Dragon tendon and tiger bone!

What is even more valuable is that Liang Qu is kind and generous.

Ordinary people are born with martial spirits, and they can easily hurt people with a wave of their hands. No one can cure them, and they often have a lawless nature.

Rich people are born with martial spirits, and they are even more like stars and moons, and it is difficult for them to care about the sufferings of the world.

After traveling for so long, the old monk first thought of accepting disciples.

Liang Qu felt a toothache after hearing this. Fortunately, his reputation has always been good, otherwise he would not have had such an adventure today.

It was really the first time he experienced the good thing of pie in the sky.

But he was not a person who would betray his trust for a skill.

Once a teacher, always a father. How can a person go around and recognize fathers?

Anyway, the skill is in hand. At worst, he can read more Buddhist scriptures and study it himself in the future.

Liang Qu shook his head, stopped forcing it, picked up a cup of tea and asked casually.

"Master, what realm are you in? This may be a little presumptuous, but you don't have to say it if you don't want to."

"According to what ordinary people say, it is the realm of perfection."

"Puff!"

Liang Qu spat out a mouthful of tea.