After spending ten years together, the system told him a lot of things.

For example, why choose him!

That is because he has a very high understanding, and understanding does not represent talent. Talent is the advantage of the body, meridians, and roots.

People with good talent can easily practice various martial arts, or even cultivate immortals and ask questions, but this does not mean that they can be smooth sailing in the later stage.

The system is not short of talented people. He can easily create a perfect body for people, so that anyone can become talented, but without enough insight, he will not be able to grow at the end.

So he chose Zhao Zimo, who has the best understanding.

He also gave him a good enough innate Taoist body.

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Basically, Zhao Zimo has only two plug-ins, one with an unknown and automatic kung fu, and a sufficiently excellent innate Taoist body. In the future, the system will not give him anything, other resources, weapons, and treasures, and he needs to go to other worlds by himself, or fight for the fairy martial world.

So, in this novice world, he must become strong enough, so strong that he enters the fairy martial arts world, not that weak, so weak that any warrior can kill him.

As for why he gave him the innate Taoist body, he had to implant a technique that could automatically operate in his body.

Of course, although his abbot’s master is strong enough, he cannot baptize his body with his true energy every day.

The innate Taoist body has both advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that the meridians of the whole body are connected and all the orifices are spiritual. There is no need to open up the Ren and Du meridians. The true qi in the body can be thicker, pure, etc.

But the innate Taoist body sounds nice. Even if Fang Yun has the ability to understand, he cannot learn martial arts from childhood. From childhood to adulthood, he needs to eat grains, feel the dust in the mortal world, and even suffer from illness and pain. When he adapts to this world, learns various ancient words, and practices internal skills, he has not known how many years he has been practicing.

But at that time, he, who was in the innate Taoist body, was more likely to inhale impurities in his body, and instead wasting his talents.

Therefore, even if the old abbot knew that he was a congenital body, he could not clear his meridians for him on the right day, otherwise he would have died long ago and would not have lived in this year.

The journey of cultivation is like sailing against the current. Zhao Zimo dared not slacken off and never stopped. He was not only afraid of the unknown, but also wanted to cherish the opportunity to start over again.

He worked very hard at this time. Although he usually looked very reckless, he was ultimately trying to show his character as a child. Otherwise, wouldn't it be too awkward to look at it?

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He sat cross-legged for a night. The next morning, the white energy was as light as a sword. Zhao Zimo, who was slowly standing up, twisted his body and loosened his muscles and bones, and the innate qi in his body condensed a lot.

"Master, when did you come?" The little monk hurriedly ran down and helped the old abbot sit on the chair.

"Of course it depends on you. You said that you know how to practice Qi, practice Qi all day long, and you are practicing Qi. You don't know if I die in the retreat room!"

Although the old abbot was calling him unscrupulous, he mainly felt that his disciple was too hard. Even he couldn't stand this kind of meditation and practiced martial arts day and night, and he didn't know how this little guy persisted.

"Hehe, Master, you're just joking. How can you not let your disciple practice martial arts?" Zhao Zimo smirked and massaged the old abbot's shoulders.

He could feel the love of the old abbot for him, because as long as he had any questions about martial arts practice, as long as he could ask, the old monk could answer them, and as long as he had what he wanted, he would give them to him. How could this not touch Zhao Zimo?

Even though I know that the old abbot has expectations for him and hope that he can lead Shaolin Temple to carry forward in the future, human nature is like this. Whose parents don’t want their children to become big men in the future and make enough money by the way, and it will be glorious if they say it out.

Therefore, Zhao Zimo was naturally very grateful and respectful to his leader.

"You, come on, come with me for a walk. After being in seclusion for a long time, I always want to go around." The old abbot touched his little head and smiled kindly.

Fang Yun's little hand that had already massaged his shoulder paused, so he helped him up and nodded.

Therefore, the old and the young were able to stroll around the temple. They didn't say anything. One after another, the old monk walked slowly, and the young monk was not anxious, so he walked even slower.

The old monk seemed to have never lived here. He saw a lot of things in the temple, and he had to stop and observe them carefully. He seemed to want to remember these things, but after seeing them too much, the old monk shook his head instead: "I'm old and my head is really not good, and I can't remember them anymore."

"Then I will draw it for the master with a pen, and I will see these things in the house every day from now on." The little monk smiled.

"Okay, you can take some effort every day to not practice. It's good to draw some things, and just keep your mind at the same time."

"Um!"

From early morning to noon, the old monk who had been away for a while was a little tired and dragged his slightly tired body to his small yard.

"Zi Mo"

"Master?"

The old monk sat on the stone chair, holding the tea he had just brewed with his internal skills, and said with emotion: "I have never been relieved to be confident in your persistence in practicing martial arts."

But you have to remember that no matter what you do, you must be relaxed and relaxed. Don’t be impatient and don’t have a calm heart, otherwise how can you achieve great things?

Although the path of cultivation is like sailing against the current, you should not be too hasty. Often, the more anxious you are, the less successful you are!”

"Well, Master, but I have never encountered a bottleneck. I always feel that the path to practicing Qi is very simple!" Zhao Zimo was a little helpless.

"But you are not calm enough, even if you are decisive enough, you must do what you want to do, and you can do it as well.

But have you ever thought that you, who are smooth sailing, are born with a natural innate body, and you will be able to practice qigong by yourself, and everything will be faster and better than others.

But what happens when you encounter setbacks? Your foundation in Qi training is very stable, but your mind is not calm at all. If the state falls..." The old monk didn't know what to say. Could it be that you are too excellent? Should you calm down and recall your mistakes carefully?

Unfortunately, he was not at fault, he was just too eager to practice Qi.

However, the little monk Zimo smiled and shook his head: "Master, you just walked very slowly and heavy. You always stayed everywhere in the temple, but I know that you are in the innate realm and not in the memory of those scenery.

I just want to tell me that whether it is a human being or practicing qi, you must be down-to-earth and step by step, and don’t rush to achieve success.

As your apprentice, I naturally have a high understanding. I said that if I want to draw for you, I would draw every best scenery in the temple. When my master’s 110th birthday is coming, I will give it to you!”

The old monk's face suddenly turned red and he pinched his ears: "You little devil, you know what your master means, and you asked me to take you away for so long. You're almost exhausted. You're getting out of here. You're not as cute as a child..."

The little monk who rubbed his ears was about to leave, but suddenly turned around and came back and whispered: "Master, this is my yard..."

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"I'll leave, but remember to send me ten copies of the "Sutra of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow" every month..."

The old monk left, leaving behind a confused little monk. He fiddled with his fingers, ten times a month???
Chapter completed!