The traveling swallows come out of their nests, the warm breeze pauses, the mountains and rivers are refreshing, and the spring scenery is so beautiful.
At this time, the sun was half-slanting, and peach blossoms were blooming on both sides of the clear stream. Looking up the river, a few pillars of smoke were rising among the scattered huts.
On the hillside where the smoke is far away, two figures are fisting and kicking. The figures are spinning, jumping, and non-stop with the shadow of their fists. Monk Huilang has kind eyes, strong fists, and a body of well-trained tendons. He really looks like Yang Chaoxi.
Drooling.
As we all know, although the muscles and tendons of people who practice internal exercises such as "Cuiyun Tao Gong" are also tight and powerful, they are far inferior to those of people who practice fists and kicks horizontally. They look huge. In terms of intimidation effect,
Those who don't know the truth will inevitably give Yang Zhaoxi the comment of "beating an egg against a stone".
However, both of them were quite serious and cautious when fighting each other, and they had already ascertained the reality of how difficult the person in front of them was.
Yang Zhaoxi's "Hundred Beasts Fist" is based on the "Cangjie Fist" that he has practiced hard for several years. Not only is he quick to learn, he is also very easy to use! He leaps and flutters like a bird, but attacks and blocks like a beast.
, retreating, turning around like an insect, dodging, bullying the body like a swimming fish... The rules in the hands are not rigid, the shape is random, the acquired energy in the body is rushing and surging, the more I fight, the more energetic I am, two full sticks of incense are about to be used up,
But he didn't show any signs of fatigue.
Monk Huilang's boxing may seem stiff and fierce, but it is strictly regulated. Every move is done step by step, including punching, horizontal punching, copying punches, pressing palms, pushing palms, splitting palms, hooks, flick kicks, and slashes... The lower body is calm and stable,
The central part is flexible, the upper body opens and closes, and the sound of "bang, bang, bang, bang" of fists and feet is heard for an unknown number of times.
What was louder than the sound of fists and feet was the name of the moves in Huilang's mouth. Almost every move he made was accompanied by his extremely powerful voice:
"The black tiger digs out the heart! The yellow dragon probes for its claws! The black dog bites the chicken! The wild horse enters the trough! The golden rooster enters the cage! Plucking onions from the mud! The prodigal son takes off his boots...steps on the hall cannon, sets off the cannon, and retains the cannon...lifts the vaginal foot, kicks the mountain foot
, distracting foot... backhand arrow, wind-blocking palm, iron Buddha leaning on... the boy worships Guanyin, the monkey pulls the stake upside down, the gold hook hangs the jade bottle..."
"Monk! Are you done yet? Even a fight is so noisy!" Yang Zhaoxi used his "Mantis Arms as a Car" to block Monk Huilang's "Kick to the Mountain's Foot", and then jumped on him, waving out "Pulpit Fly" with both palms.
"Shaking the tree", he directly attacked Monk Huilang's face and forced him to fly, soar, soar ten feet away, then he said with a calm expression, "Besides, what kind of shameful name do you have? It's not Jifei."
, just like a dog jumping... isn't there something more elegant?"
Monk Huilang chuckled, and kept firing "plum blossom cannons" and "horse reining cannons" with his hands, forcing Yang Zhaoxi back two feet, then he closed his fists and put his palms together and said: "Amitabha! There are some elegant ones, but not many.
.For example, the wind stirs up the snow, the clouds cover the sun and the moon, the bead curtains are rolled back, beams are pulled out and columns are replaced, geese are caught in the reeds, and the roots of ancient trees are entangled..."
"Stop! Stop! This monk's boxing of yours is not very powerful, but its name is just fancy. Xiaodao learned the lesson today, how about we count it as a tie?" Yang Zhaoxi patted the dust on his hands and said casually.
"Good! Since the Taoist priest is willing to stop fighting, the poor monk can't get what he wants. It's just a thing for a witch. Please be careful, Taoist priest, so as not to harm others or yourself..." Monk Huilang clasped his hands and bowed, his tone was sincere, but there was no hint of reluctance.
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Yang Chaoxi had no choice but to return the gift: "Xiao Dao understands! Monk, don't say any more. There is also Qi flowing in your boxing technique just now, but it is very different from my Taoist Qi. What's the reason?"
Monk Huilang smiled and said: "Shimen Kung Fu works from the outside in. This principle has been told to you before. But the connection between inside and outside, the unity of Zen and martial arts, relies on 'Gang Qi'. Shimen practice, outside
Practicing martial arts and physical skills generates Gang Qi, and then uses Gang Qi to gather the Qi sea. The Qi sea solidifies and forms relics; the relics break open and develop into the Buddha's fetus...
Buddhism practice consists of eight realms: separation from the world, breaking obstacles, prajna, formless, vajra, nirvana, bodhi, and true nature. The first is visualization and self-enlightenment, and the second is martial arts and physical skills. Therefore, among the eminent monks who have achieved Taoism in the past, they can achieve nirvana.
A Buddha may not necessarily be a strong martial artist."
Yang Chaoxi shook his head: "Monk, let me come and see that you Buddhist monks really have some mothers-in-law and mothers. If everything could be solved by being reasonable, the world would have been peaceful and peaceful. The reason why martial arts exists is because of the attacks of sentient beings.
It’s really hard to do good! It’s better to eliminate evil and enjoy grudges, which will be more effective.”
Monk Huilang put his palms together and said: "In our Buddha Hall, there are also vajras with angry eyes and bodhisattvas with lowered eyebrows. To deal with evil people, use thunderous means; to deal with all living beings, you should have the heart of a bodhisattva."
However, the thunderous and angry eyes are for the purpose of intimidation, so that the Buddha-nature of the evildoers will not be extinguished, so that they can rein in their horses and turn back to the shore; the lowered eyebrows and submissive eyes are for the purpose of influencing, so that all sentient beings will turn to the Buddha and do good, escape from misery, and reach the ultimate bliss."
Yang Chaoxi suddenly smiled and said: "Monk, since the Buddha is compassionate, why don't you bestow upon me your peerless martial arts, and use the whole path to punish evil and promote good?"
Monk Huilang understood and smiled lightly: "I, the Buddha, only save those who are destined. The Taoist priest has no reverence and acts on his own initiative. Although he has the root of wisdom, he does not have Buddha nature. How can he practice the method of Buddhism?"
Yang Chaoxi curled her lips and said, "If you follow me, I would like to give up your wealth, donate merit, and form a good relationship with the Buddha. Is it possible?"
Monk Huilang's eyes brightened: "I, the Buddha, do not reject people who are kind-hearted. Confucianism, Taoism, officials, and people are all living beings. Since they are all living beings, they can all be saved... I don't know how much merit you are willing to perform."
After saying that, his smile became even stronger.
Yang Chaoxi snorted, then took out a few pieces of silver from the secret pocket of the sleeve of his uniform, and put it in Huilang's hand: "That's all, monk. Monks don't lie, so please don't use some superficial things."
Use boxing skills to fend off me."
Monk Huilang put away his silver coins and smiled brightly: "The Taoist master is generous, and he values wealth more than Taoism. Naturally, my method of practicing Buddhism is not suitable for you. But the poor monk has a method of 'crossing the river with a reed' passed down by Patriarch Bodhidharma.
The body skills can be practiced by Taoist priests for detailed reference."
"Qinggong? 'Crossing the River with a Reed'? This name sounds a bit unusual at first glance. That's it!"
Yang Chaoxi nodded pretending to be calm, but she was already overjoyed in her heart. Now, she was missing a set of light body skills! If she were to be in the world in the future and encounter someone she couldn't beat, she would learn some light skills so that she could escape unscathed.
Monk Huilang nodded: "To be honest, this 'crossing the river with a reed' is also an ingenious way to move the breath and increase the energy. However, it needs to be found on the water surface to teach the practice. Taoist priest, let's do it together.
Go to the pool."
When Yang Zhaoxi heard this, he took out the load of firewood from the grass nest and put it on his shoulders. The two of them came to the Hongtan water in the lower reaches of Qingxi River.
Monk Huilang pulled out a few dead branches from the load of firewood and threw them into the pond. The dead branches floated into the water and moved slowly with the water waves.
Monk Huilang suddenly jumped up, connected his feet, and touched every firewood. His tall and strong body circled the pond for about ten breaths, and then he jumped up again and "turned over like a kite."
, landed gently and skillfully on the other side.
After seeing this, Yang Chaoxi couldn't help but shout "Wonderful"! She was also quite curious in her heart: How did such a big monk manage to walk as light as a swallow?
While he was thinking about it, Monk Huilang "floated" over from the other side again. Feng Qingyun said calmly: "This is 'a reed crossing the river'. The water here is narrow, so we can only demonstrate it briefly. If you practice it skillfully, you can
With abundant breath, even a river several feet wide can be easily crossed.
As for the secret of the exercise, it is: do not let your mind stagnate, concentrate your mind, raise the Qi in the heart, pour the strength into the feet, use the force from one step, and create wind in the armpits..."
Yang Zhaoxi put away his lazy attitude, concentrated on it, and took notes. After Monk Huilang finished explaining the secrets and explained Shimen's footwork and body skills to him in detail, he felt confident and eager to try.
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So according to the exercises taught by Huilang, he jumped into the pool. "Plop!" There was a loud noise, and the water in the pool was splashed everywhere. However, Yang Zhaoxi stepped over the floating wood with one kick and plunged his whole body into it.
to the pool.
Monk Huilang smiled, as if he was not surprised by this. Yang Zhaoxi crawled out of the pool in embarrassment, shouting: "Monk, you lied to me! How can this be 'a reed crossing the river'? It is clearly a 'pig cage sinking'"
Tang'! Give me back the money! I'm done with the old ways!"
Monk Huilang put his palms together and bowed and said: "Amitabha! Taoist Master, I am too impatient to eat hot tofu. How can there be any Kung Fu that can be achieved overnight? Without diligent study and hard practice, how can you achieve extraordinary skills? I think Taoist Master is just talented and exerts too much force."
I was anxious and worried, and my breath was interrupted when I waded into the water, so I couldn't last long. Now that I'm wet, I don't have to worry about it anymore, why not try a few more times?"
Yang Chaoxi thought thoughtfully and nodded: "What the monk said seems to make some sense...I will go into the water a few more times. If it still doesn't work, the path will overturn your grass nest!" After saying that, he mentioned it again.
He gathered strength and continued to rush towards the pool.
"Plop...Plop...Plop..." Falling into the water again and again aroused Yang Chaoxi's stubbornness. This time when he returned to his hometown, he suffered setbacks one after another, and he had long been filled with resentment and had nowhere to vent. At this time, even such a simple "Yi Wei"
"Crossing the River", even if you can't show your appearance, what kind of "Chosen One" is that? It's better to just find a piece of tofu and kill him.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the angrier he became, the harder he worked! Until the entire pool of water was knocked down by him for a full foot, he was finally able to use his strength on the floating wood for three breaths. Then his feet became unsteady and he fell as usual.
Monk Huilang sat far away among the spring grass, meditating while avoiding the splashing water. Occasionally he looked up at the little Taoist priest who was soaked but still persistent, and he couldn't help but show approval in his eyes.
By the time the day was setting in the west and it was getting dark, Yang Zhaoxi could barely use the strength of a few floating sticks to jump to the other side of the pool. However, the odds of success were slim, and he could only cross two or three times out of ten.
Monk Huilang slowly stood up, clasped his hands and said, "That's good, that's good! The Taoist Master's perseverance is far superior to that of ordinary people. This body-lighting technique cannot be achieved quickly. After practicing it today, it is no longer easy to make progress. You might as well build up enough energy.
, if we come back tomorrow, we might get twice the result with half the effort."
Yang Chaoxi felt slightly tired. Although her head and body were full of pools of water at this moment, her heart was rarely happy! She had been immersed in practice for most of the day and did not feel that time had passed. Even the pain in her heart had faded a lot.
.Thinking of this, my heart couldn’t help but hurt again.
Seeing Monk Huilang looking at him, he couldn't help but clasped his fists and said, "Monk! Xiaodao thanks you for teaching me this skill. This 'One Reed Crossing the River' is indeed a good skill that is hard to find in the world!"
Monk Huilang nodded slightly, clasped his hands together and bowed, and left on his own. Only then did Yang Zhaoxi free his hands and feet, taking off his soaked clothes one by one, wringing them dry, and quickly putting them on again. Then he picked up a load of firewood.
Quickly return home.
There is a thatched cottage with a wooden fence and a pile of vegetables and firewood. Lu Qiuniang is sitting in the courtyard, patting the silkworm silt out of the bamboo flats. After cleaning the bamboo flats, they are covered with fresh mulberry leaves again, and the sticky leaf veins have been chewed into a mesh.
Place it on top and wait until all the milky white silkworms crawl to the new leaves, then collect the veins of the old leaves and throw them away. The cleaned silkworm excrement is dried and put away as filling material for summer pillows.
Yang Zhaoxi carried the firewood and entered the courtyard. Seeing his mother busy, he unloaded the firewood aside and went over to help: "Mom, I'm back. Today I met the wild monk halfway up the mountain and learned some tricks.
Fa, so I delayed for half a day and just came back..."
Lu Qiuniang looked up at him and said with a smile: "What kind of exercises did you learn, 'turtle catching shrimp'? Why is there no dry place on your body?"
Yang Zhaoxi scratched her head: "Learning Qing Gong! Mom, I have been practicing in the pool below for most of the day. I can run on the water like a waterhopper... No! Mom, you called me a turtle..."
Yang Chaoxi realized it later and joked with her mother for a few more words, then tried again: "Mom, I was at the monk's house in the morning and heard a man named Luo mention you. Do you know that person? He can't be here.
Seeking revenge, right?"
Lu Qiuniang's expression stiffened for a moment, then she said slowly: "That's an old friend of my mother's. When you were a child, you and your mother met once when you went to Luoyang City to sell silk... We haven't interacted with each other for almost twenty years. Let's not mention it.
So does he."
Seeing that she was not very interested, Yang Zhaoxi wisely stopped mentioning the matter. She focused on the interesting things she had learned while wandering around Xiong'er Mountain a few days ago and told Lu Qiuniang in detail, making her laugh from time to time.
In the next few days, Yang Zhaoxi did all the physical work at home, such as picking mulberry, chopping firewood, carrying water, watering vegetables, etc. He was very familiar with it and very efficient. Apart from that, he only wore a half-arm shirt and a long trousers.
Wear a short skirt and go to the pond to practice the light body technique of "crossing the river with a reed".
A small pool was also unbearable to disturb. In just a few days, the water surface dropped by four or five feet. Most of the poor fish and shrimps at the bottom of the pool fled downstream along the stream, escaping from this daily turmoil of right and wrong.