Great Dao Ji

The night is gradually receding, and the morning light is just rising.

There are urgent sounds of horse hooves in Huangjue Temple. A young monk rides a horse and gallops in the snow yesterday, traveling between many temples and lighting incense sticks.

The faint smell of incense floats in this thousand-year-old temple.

The bright snow reflects the vicissitudes of a thousand years.

Huh~

The young monk turned over and got off the horse, and was about to enter the temple.

Suddenly, he heard thunder rolling in his ears. He was startled at first, and then calmed down.

"Is it the snoring of the Taoist priest again?"

The young monk glanced quietly at a quiet house in the distance.

The house is close to the back mountain, backed by the stupa, with a large lake in front of the door, surrounded by trees, and very quiet and quiet.

The nearest hall is forty or fifty feet away.

"Should I go and take a look?"

The young monk's heartbeat was a little rapid.

He had never seen the Taoist priest in the house, but he had heard a lot about his deeds.

Three months ago, after this Taoist priest struck the Huangjue Bell 81 times in a row, shaking the entire Huangjue Temple, rumors about this Taoist priest had already spread among his fellow apprentices.

It is said that this Taoist priest is 12 feet tall, with a waist circumference of 12 feet, can run horses on his arms, and his thighs are thicker than old trees. He can eat 300 kilograms of high-quality rice and flour in one meal, and he also needs to add a Dahuan Dan.

Otherwise, how could he strike the Huangjue Bell?

You know, it has been more than three months since the Huangjue Bell was knocked down, and it is still lying there quietly.

The brothers in the Wuseng Hall are so powerful, each of them has a thousand kilograms of strength, but a hundred or eighty people can't shake it a bit!

The little monk doesn't know whether others believe it or not, but he believes it.

He comes to run horses and burn incense every day, but he can hear the snoring that is more frightening than thunder.

His snoring is like thunder. If he farts, the whole yard will collapse!

How powerful is this?

The little monk's heart was beating fast. He lit the last stick of incense and tied the horse to the gatepost.

He approached the house carefully.

He was also a skilled martial artist. His footsteps were very slow and he didn't make any sound even when stepping on the thick snow.

Not long after, he approached the house.

As he approached, the little monk couldn't stand it anymore.

A hundred feet away, the thunder was still very small, but the closer he got, the louder it became. There were still more than thirty feet away, and he was already a little dizzy.

'This is too powerful! '

The little monk's heart was beating faster and faster.

He silently moved his internal energy and approached the house carefully. As soon as he walked thirty feet, his body suddenly became hot, as if he was soaked in hot water, warm.

The coldness of the winter morning seemed to disappear all at once.

"Wow! It's so warm here, why hasn't the snow melted?"

The little monk was more and more amazed and curious.

With the heat on his body, he felt that the thunder-like 'snoring' didn't seem so annoying.

On the contrary, it made his body tremble very comfortably, as if he had broken his leg again while riding a horse, and his uncle massaged his muscles and bones for him.

He almost groaned in comfort.

After walking two steps and coming to the door, the little monk looked around and carefully lay on the door, looking through the crack.

The yard is so big, the yard where our thirty brothers live together is not half as big as this yard.

First there was an exclamation.

Then he saw a Taoist priest.

A young Taoist priest wearing a white Taoist robe but without a Taoist hat, who seemed to be a wandering Taoist priest.

'How can he be two feet tall? My brothers are really lying to me.'

Looking at the ordinary Taoist priest, the little monk felt a little disappointed.

This Taoist is not as powerful as the rumors say. He is plain and ordinary, and does not seem to have the bearing of a master in the rumors.

But when he looked at it carefully, his eyes widened.

The Taoist sat cross-legged, with his five hearts facing the sky. His robe moved without wind, and under his thin clothes, you could see his glowing body.

No, it was not his body that was glowing, but there were light spots constantly drilling into his body.

It seemed that he was absorbing the light spots one by one.

The huge yard seemed to be blowing in a strong wind, and the occasional fallen leaves were blown high before they could fall into the yard.

And the thunders really came from his body.

Moreover, the sound was more than ten times louder than what he heard outside!

Huh!

Suddenly, the Taoist opened his eyes.

At this moment, it was as if the clay puppets in the temple turned into real Buddhas, and the stone statues turned into real gods!

The Taoist's eyes lit up like the sun and the moon.

His body seemed to have condensed all the light between heaven and earth. The whole courtyard and even the whole world became dark at this moment, darker than the darkest night!

The Taoist was the only light between heaven and earth.

Under the boundless shadow, his body seemed to be getting taller and taller. The whistling cold wind was wailing like an evil ghost, but the Taoist sat cross-legged, just like the legendary King Buddha who suppressed hell.

Unconsciously, he calmed his mind.

Inhalation!

Finally, in the darkest night, a long inhalation sound came.

This inhalation sound was so terrifying.

In the little monk's perception, the whistling wind in the courtyard, and even the whole world, was sucked away!

Bang!

The door opened!

"ah!"

The little monk couldn't help but let out a scream, and flew into the air involuntarily, flying over ten feet.

"Don't eat me!"

The little monk danced and screamed in fright.

He wasn't that afraid of death, but being eaten would be a terrible death.

After screaming for a while, he found that there was no movement, and then he cautiously opened his eyes.

What caught his eye was the young Taoist with a faint smile on his face.

The man's eyes were warm, but he didn't know if it was an illusion. He always felt that the man's eyes were terrifying, as if he could see through his own heart, which made him tremble.

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows and looked up.

This little monk looks about eleven or twelve years old, but is actually only ten years old. He looks ordinary, but his eyes are lively and he is very clever.

However, if that were all, he would be just an ordinary little monk.

But, he looked deeper.

This little monk is incredible.

He opened and closed his eyes, and a wisp of words formed by ripples appeared in the perspective that only he could see:

【Liu Ming】

[Life path: Born in Jiufujie, Liangzhou, Defang Prefecture. He lost his parents at a young age and was born to herd cattle for others. Later, the cattle were accidentally thrown to death. He made a living by begging. Later, he met the monks of Huangjue Temple and was taken back. Huangjue Temple

After the Battle of Hanhai, when Huangjue Temple was closed, he went down the mountain. At that time, there was a melee among various countries, and the Dafeng war broke out, so he joined the rebel army. He fought for twenty years, occupied twelve states, and became the commander-in-chief of the road.

In the next thirty years, when the Dafeng Dynasty fell, he defeated all the heroes, monopolized the seventy states of Dafeng, and cracked the soil to become the king!

Replace it with Dafeng and create a dynasty that will last for hundreds of years]

Take Dafeng instead!

The great ancestor who founded the country!

"Little monk, what are you looking for for me?"

Looking at the trembling Taizu of the First Dynasty in front of him, An Qisheng smiled and spoke.

In his current state of mind, even when he saw the founder of the country, his heart was as calm as before, and he was a little surprised.

But that's about it.

"No, no"

Seeing that the Taoist meant no harm, the young monk calmed down his beating heart and said:

"I, the young monk, was running to light incense. When I heard the Taoist priest calling and breathing, I couldn't help but step forward to take a look. No, I didn't peek on purpose."

The little monk stuttered again as he spoke.

He suddenly remembered that among the rumors mentioned by his brothers and sisters, it was taboo to peek at others practicing martial arts.

Even if I was beaten to death, I'm afraid the abbot would have to tell me that he was beaten to death.

"What can you tell?"

An Qisheng laughed dumbly.

Practicing martial arts routines is nothing more than to strengthen the body, become familiar with the routines, and give the body a deep understanding so that it can be more skillful in combat.

When his martial arts reached this stage, he no longer needed to practice like ordinary people.

Walking, sitting and lying down are all martial arts, and every move is a gong.

Crossing one's legs for half a day is already more than a year of practice for ordinary people.

If you just learn his martial arts from the rhythm of his breathing and the internal energy of his body transporting qi and blood.

That was also his creation.

"I"

Liu Ming was a little unconvinced by the meaning in An Qisheng's tone, but after thinking about it, he sighed dejectedly.

I really didn't see anything.

Apart from being scared and sweating, there was no other gain.

"You are in Huangjue Temple, are you still worried that you don't have Kung Fu skills?"

An Qisheng shook his head slightly. This little monk also had some Kung Fu foundation, but it was only limited to the skin and flesh, not even the muscles and bones.

"Just not!"

Hearing this, Liu Ming stamped his feet:

"I've been a monk for two years. I have a lot of work, but I haven't learned much martial arts. I learned this martial arts before I entered the temple!"

"Did you offend the monk who taught you the exercises?"

An Qisheng glanced at him.

Youzi, who became a beggar at the age of six or seven, is lacking in other aspects, but he is definitely not bad at tact.

At least it won't offend anyone.

"That's not true."

Liu Ming sat down on the ground and said carelessly:

"The rules of Huangjue Temple have always been that after entering the temple for three years as a racing monk, three years as a handyman monk, three years in the lecture hall, and three years in the discipline academy, you can enter the martial monk hall after surviving these twelve years!

Even if the masters from outside want to enter the temple, they have to go through these twelve years, saying that they have to observe the nature of the mind."

As he said this, the young monk Liu Ming looked lifeless.

He has only survived for two years, and he still has ten years to learn real martial arts.

He even wanted to return to secular life.

"I see."

An Qisheng nodded slightly.

No wonder there have never been any young masters in Huangjue Temple. Just having to go through these twelve years to practice martial arts means that there will never be any young masters in Huangjue Temple.

But because of this, there are very few scum in Huangjue Temple.

Those who can really survive these twelve years, and still be so violent under such a peaceful aura in Huangjue Temple, are definitely rare.

"Taoist Master, can you teach me martial arts?"

Liu Ming's eyes were bright.

"You are a disciple of Huangjue Temple. You have your master to pass on your skills. How can outsiders overtake you?"

An Qisheng's heart moved slightly.

Look up.

I saw the great monk Sanyin approaching among the snow in the distance. Before he arrived, his voice said:

"Taoist Master, this is wrong! Our Huangjue Temple never prohibits our disciples from learning martial arts outside of our own sect! As long as we are on the right track, what kind of martial arts do we learn?"

Liu Ming was startled and fled behind An Qisheng.

‘It’s bitter, bitter! If the great master hears about it, will I have to bear the consequences in the future? It’s over, it’s over, I can’t stay in this temple anymore’

For a moment, the little monk felt very disappointed.

“Wouldn’t that be a bargain for you?”

An Qisheng shook his head and laughed.

Seeing the big monk coming, he also stood up to greet him.

“How is it a bargain for us? If the martial arts taught by the Taoist priest are profound, he might have kidnapped all my disciples!”

Sanyin came on the wind and landed in the courtyard.

He glanced at the sneaky Liu Ming, and after a little thought, he knew that this little monk was actually his disciple.

But he only took a look and laughed heartily:

“After three months of going back and forth, I finally brought back the last spiritual material that the Taoist priest needed!”

Hearing this, An Qisheng’s eyes lit up slightly:

“Thank you, Master!”

Chapter 3 is here, good night everyone.