Cultivating From Obtaining Experience

  Chapter 142 It takes fifty years to develop true qi

  What the monk said inevitably made people a little disappointed.

   "Aren't there people like sweeping monks in this temple?"

   "Maybe there is, but the poor monk doesn't know about it." The monk said with a smile.

  This monk is talkative. He is also a martial monk himself. Not all monks in Faxing Temple practice martial arts. Some monks only know some basic boxing techniques.

   To become a monk, except for those monks who entered the temple from a young age, the monks who have left home halfway need to undergo a certain period of test, mainly to examine the character, and only after passing the test can they become a monk.

  Even if you become a monk, it is not possible to learn all the kung fu in Faxing Temple. You still need to practice step by step from the shallower to the deeper. Some advanced kung fu is easy to go wrong without a basic foundation.

  After chatting with the monk for a while, Wang An continued to tour the mountains, while admiring the beautiful scenery in the mountains, he searched around, hoping to find those masters with unique skills hidden in the mountains.

  Walking around in the mountains until the evening approached, and then walked down the mountain. At the foot of the mountain, I found a restaurant, ordered a few dishes, chatted with the boss when he was not very busy, and asked him some rumors about Faxing Temple.

   "Boss, are there any monks in that temple on the mountain who are invulnerable to swords and guns?"

   "I've never seen one flying over eaves and walls. There are indeed invulnerable ones. You can also see their performances on TV. They are called iron shirts covered with golden bells."

   "Then is there any kind of expert who can cross the river with one reed and fight cattle across the mountain?"

   "Crossing the river with a reed, that's the Patriarch Bodhidharma! I haven't heard of hunting cattle across the mountains, but I heard that a long, long time ago, someone saw an old monk flying on a tree in the mountains, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye."

   "Flying on the tree? Where did you see it?" Wang An asked hastily.

   "Then I don't know. After all, it's been so many years, maybe that person is talking nonsense!" The boss smiled.

  Stayed in the hotel for one night, Wang An went up the mountain again, but he still couldn't meet the person he wanted to meet, and he didn't find a monk who was different.

  Wang An had to tentatively search the mountains and the depths. After four days like this, the sun was about to set. Wang An saw a deserted temple in a very remote place on Songshan Mountain. He heard noises inside. When he went in, he saw a monk who looked like he was in his fifties boiling water and cooking. The other party was a little surprised to see Wang An entered the temple.

   "Amitabha, why did this benefactor come here, but lost his way?"

   "No, I came here specially to find the master." Wang An said with a smile, the monk in front of him looked ordinary and nothing special, but Wang An could hear his breathing was long. Just now he saw that the palms of his hands were quite wide and the knuckles were thick, and there were some unusual calluses on them, which should be left over from years of practicing palm techniques.

   "Master? The poor monk is not a master, but an ordinary monk."

   "Can't ordinary monks have great kung fu?"

   "Huh?" The monk was slightly startled when he heard this, and looked up at Wang An.

   "How did the benefactor see that the poor monk knows kung fu?"

   "The breath is long, the palm is broad and the knuckles are thick, the kung fu in the palm of the master must be very powerful?"

   "The benefactor really has good eyesight. The poor monk has indeed practiced kung fu for several years, but it is not very advanced. If the benefactor wants to see kung fu, he has to go to Faxing Temple." The monk said with a smile.

   "I've been there four times in the past few days, and I've seen the monks there perform Kung Fu, Iron Head Kungfu, Arhat Fist, and Stick Technique. That's not what I'm looking for." Wang An said with a smile.

   "It's not what the benefactor is looking for, what kind of kung fu is the benefactor looking for?"

  Wang An thought for a while, put up a boxing frame, and performed a set of Tai Chi in front of the monk. There was no music background, no kung fu trees, and some green trees and cool breeze.

  The monk on the side didn't pay attention to it at first, but soon watched Wang An practice boxing intently, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

  Shao Qing, Wang An withdrew his fist.

   "How does the master think my boxing practice?"

   "Good, excellent, is the donor from Chenjiagou or Taihe Mountain?"

   "Neither, but I have been to Taihe Mountain." Wang An said truthfully.

   "Master Shi is practicing Taijiquan, why do you want to see Buddhist exercises?"

   "To be honest, I came here this time to see the real power and also to clear up doubts. Does the master know the real power?"

   "True Qi?" The monk was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, "I haven't heard this word for a long time!"

   "It's been a long time, the master has heard it before?" Wang An's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked hastily.

  The monk looked at Wang An and did not continue, but asked a question.

   "The poor monk wants to know to what level the donor's kung fu has reached?"

   "External training of muscles and bones, internal training of viscera, strength is like flowing water." Wang An said after thinking about it.

   "Amitabha, it is really rare for a benefactor to reach such a state at such a young age."

   "The master doesn't seem to believe it?"

   Monk smiled, self-evident.

   "Master, I've offended you." Wang An raised his hand and patted the monk's shoulder. The monk moved back half a step, and Wang An's palm followed him like a shadow.

  Unexpectedly, this palm felt like hitting a ball of cotton, it was soft, without any strength, and all the strength in the body disappeared.

  He wanted to withdraw his palm, but Wang An suddenly exerted strength when his strength was exhausted. He raised his hand and hooked it. With a shock, he swung the monk's arm away and patted the monk's shoulder directly. The monk followed suit with his left palm.

  The two of them met palms, and the monk felt a force rushing towards him. The force was so great that he immediately stepped back a few steps before he stood still.

   "Unloading strength, soft strength, and strength, the donor's body is really good, and the poor monk admires it." The monk praised.

  The so-called expert will know if there is one as soon as he makes a move. Now he believed what Wang An said just now.

   "The master has accepted." Wang An also knew that the master didn't make a full shot just now, just like he didn't make a full shot.

   "Why does the benefactor seek this true energy?"

   "I want to see what it looks like, and I want to use it to treat diseases." Wang An told the truth.

   "Cure?"

   "Yes, I just want to try it, maybe it can really cure diseases?" Wang An said with a smile.

  The monk was silent for a while after hearing this, and looked up at the setting sun that was about to set.

   "Let me think about it, that was forty-two years ago. At that time, I was just a young monk in Faxing Temple, and I didn't understand anything. There was a highly respected senior in the temple. He was my master's master, and he was my master ancestor.

  At that time, he was already in his seventies, but he was full of energy. He could run across the mountains with a bucket in both hands, and he could eat a large pot of rice by himself, just like a strong young man. On a thunderstorm day, the thunder was loud, and the rain was also heavy. The master suddenly wanted to retreat, and then locked himself in the Zen room, asking no one to disturb him.

  The master stayed in the meditation room for seven days. When he came out of the meditation room, he lost dozens of catties and was skinny, as if he had stayed in the meditation room for three months. It took more than a month for him to return to normal.

  Since then, Shizu seems to be the same as before, but he likes to wander around the mountains, and brings back some herbs from time to time. That day, I accidentally saw Shizu jumping over a mountain stream that is seven or eight meters wide in the forest. I was so stupid at the time.

   Then I begged him to teach me how to cross the mountain stream, but he said that I was still far behind. At that time, I asked him how long it would take to practice to reach his level, and he said that it would take at least fifty years.

   I asked why it took so long to practice Kung Fu, and he said that it was not Kung Fu, but Qi, true Qi! "

   Infuriating? !

  Wang An was inexplicably distracted for a while, and finally heard that someone had practiced true energy.

   "Then how can we develop true energy?"

   "I don't know." The monk shook his head, "I haven't figured it out until now, and my master hasn't figured it out until he died."

   "Didn't the old Zen master leave behind any cultivation methods?"

  The old monk looked at Wang An with a smile.

   "Sorry." Wang An immediately realized that he had committed a big taboo just now, and asked about the secrets of a sect's practice.

   "The master said that in order to develop true qi, one must practice kung fu to the extreme. In addition to the cultivation of martial arts, one must also participate in the study of Buddhism."

  Martial arts, Buddhism?

  Hearing this statement, Wang An pondered for a while.

   "I don't know what kind of martial arts the old Zen master practiced?"

   "Buddhist Vajra is not bad." The old monk said after a moment of contemplation.

  (end of this chapter)