Before he knew it, Chang Xi woke up on time in the morning, sat cross-legged in the courtyard to bring the purple air from the east at sunrise into the body and wandered around the sky. He swallowed and spitted white and trained his aura, like a whale sucking a long rainbow, and there was a slight purple flash in the depths of Chang Xi's eyes.

The familiar sound of restrained footsteps sounded in his ears, and Chang Xi's mouth raised slightly, and he knew who was coming without looking back.

Buddhist disciples understand the Buddha nature and comprehend the sufferings of the people. The first priority is to practice Vajra and strengthen the body. Among them, the most important thing is to take root in the lower body. The horse steps are not moving as if they are as mountain as a mountain. Although the young monk Juechen is young, he practices very solidly on his lower body, and his path is full of wind and silent.

At this time, he stepped into the liaoyuan with Zaizhai. When he saw that Mr. Chang, whom he admired the most, was still practicing hard against time. He gently put down the Zaizhai plate on the side, rolled his little hands into a trumpet-shaped call and called softly: "Mr. Chang, it's time to use Zaizhai."

Chang Xi smiled and grabbed a vegetarian bun and wiped it out in a few bites, indicating that the little monk Juechen had eaten together. The little monk Juechen was obviously already familiar with Chang Xi. He smiled and clasped his tens to recite Amitabha Buddha, sat down on the ground and picked up a hot bean paste bun and ate it. The little monk was growing up. Wuguantang distributed the three meals of each monk in a quantitative manner. The little monk cherished this bean paste bun. Although the bun was small, it could help him get less hungry when practicing in the morning.

The buns warm the stomach and warm the heart. The little monk Juechen looked at Mr. Chang who had a pair of eyes that were better than women. He thought in his heart that the Hongyuan Temple was filled with pilgrims every year, but he never saw any female donor's eyes that were more beautiful than Mr. Chang's. He closed his hands and said softly: "Yesterday, the abbot told me that the secret realm of the Ancestor Hall had been opened, and the little monk would take Mr. Chang to the Ancestor Garden to participate in the test of entering the Secret Realm."

Chang Xi ate the last bun, swallowed the mellow soy milk polished by the monks of Hongyuan Temple themselves, and asked with a smile: "What exactly does this test of entering the secret realm mean?"

The little monk Juechen, who was completely bribed by the fragrant bun for three consecutive days, confessed simply and neatly: "The test of the Great Vajra Secret Realm is different from the Small Vajra Secret Realm. The Small Vajra Secret Realm only needs to pass the test of the bronze formation. The Great Vajra Secret Realm is said to be because of the dangerous environment inside, so the test threshold is extremely difficult. You need to persist in an incense stick of kung fu under the attack of a Vajra Arhat to pass."

Chang Xi frowned: "Vajra Arhat? Could it be that the guardian monk who specializes in the Arhat Fist and possesses a Vajra body?"

The little monk Juechen nodded with a smile and added: "Whether it is the Little Vajra Secret Realm or the Great Vajra Secret Realm, there is no way to use spiritual power there. He can only barely pull and control the flow of spiritual power and cannot exert his power. Therefore, in the test, it is prohibited to use spiritual power, and he can only use body refining cultivation."

Chang Xi smiled casually, his strength in body cultivation was his strength. He immediately stood up, touched the little monk's naked forehead and smiled: "Lead the way forward and go to the ancestor garden."

The ancestors of Hongyuan Temple are located deep in the temple. The deeper you go, the less you can see a few monks. The young monk stopped in front of the gate of the ancestors of the year, solemnly concentrating, folded his hands together and bowed respectfully three times before gently pushing open the gate.

The three-story eaves and corners of the Zushi Pavilion in the Zushi Garden are spacious and open in front of the pavilion. Several monks wearing cassocks have been waiting for them, and the abbot of the presidency stands in front of the Zushi Pavilion.

As he stepped over the threshold and pointed his toes into the garden, Chang Xi's mind moved. He could feel that he seemed to suppress a vast and vast ocean from the depths of the ground. When he carefully felt that it was filled with virtual air. On the other hand, he could not feel this power outside the Ancestral Garden. Obviously, there was a powerful formation in this Ancestral Garden.

The old abbot's wise eyes alternated between Juechen and Chang Xi, and he said warmly: "I believe that with Mr. Chang's methods, I must have known the content of the test, right?"

Chang Xi smiled and nodded.

The old abbot smiled and said, "Then the test begins now."

After the abbot finished speaking, among the monks wearing cassocks, a monk from the Jindan Houdii realm unbuttoned the buttons of the robes, revealing his strong bronze shoulders. The Vajra Arhat folded the cassock and placed it on the ground. He stepped on the six-hole arhat shoes and walked to Chang Xi ten feet in front of him, folded his hands from afar, opened his lips and said, "Prince Chang, please."

Chang Xi shook his head, stretched out his right palm with one palm, and remained motionless.

The Vajra Arhat said softly and offended, and suddenly rushed forward. Ten feet away from the Golden Dan Realm's cultivation level was only a snap of his fingers. The Vajra Arhat's body was shining with golden light, his eyes were angry, and the sea of ​​blood in his body was buzzing like a river torrent, his body moved left and right and rushed as fast as the wind, his arms were like apes working left and right, and his fists were like meteors running through his chest.

It is rumored that more than a thousand years ago, the ancestor Bodhidharma passed down Arhat boxing, totaling 18 innate hands, which was collected by orthodox sects and essence. Later, Buddhism grew stronger, and each of the giant hands inherited Arhat boxing and continued their development and continued, and was also called the 118 innate hands.

However, no matter how future generations improve and innovate in Arhat Fist, the acquired method cannot be compared with the innate method passed down by the ancestors. At present, the Vajra Arhat uses the orthodox innate Arhat Fist originating from the orthodox. Although there are only eighteen styles, in the hands of the Vajra Arhat, who uses Arhat Fist as the key skill, it has the power and majesty that gods and ghosts are hard to get close to.

Chang Xi's current body refining realm has already reached the hall, and there is almost no force on his right hand, and the natural Broken Yue and the River Cutoff have already emerged.

Chang Xi's feet were as steady as Mount Tai, and he met the Arhat's fist with one palm, but he did not just compete with his strength. He used the force to draw the round momentum of a single palm to leverage the force. He moved his single palm first and then to block one punch, and then to draw Tai Chi Yin and Yang in front of his chest. The energy climbed to the top. Chang Xi pressed his domineering palm on the crossed arms of the Vajra Arhat, and the air waves that could be seen in the naked eye were ups and downs.

The Vajra Arhat's face was filled with a dark golden color and showed a look of surprise. His feet were stepping on his body that stopped and retreated. The powerful force along his arms and bones made him feel slightly numb. The monk in the courtyard guard had a strong self-control, but at this time he had to restrain his arrogant idea of ​​taking down this young man in one fell swoop. The Vajra Arhat's eyes widened. Even if you are the real genius in the abbot's mouth, you cannot underestimate Hongyuan Temple!

The Vajra Arhat shouted angrily, rubbed his body and then went up, shaking his arms like a snake, stepping on the ground like thunder, blood surging behind him with angered Vajra Dharma image. His body as strong as a hill was unexpectedly agile. The profound eight-step and eight-hammer technique in the Arhat Fist was perfectly integrated by the Vajra Arhat. After twisting step by step, there was a turnover and blocking style. Chang Xi naturally could no longer remain unmoved under such an attack. His body rolled back like water and leaves, turning the continuous offensive, but suddenly frowned.

"The power of this Vajra Arhat is a bit strange."

Chang Xi felt that the blood and energy of the Vajra Arhat were mixed between his fists and feet, not only greatly improving his strength, but also condensed into fine sand that was difficult to see in the naked eye and penetrated into his body along the force. At first, he didn't care. After only a hundred moves alone, he gradually realized something was wrong. The blood and energy gravel hindered Chang Xi's blood and energy rushing, and it was very stance to block Chang Xi's blood and energy veins.

Thinking of the years when he was practicing hard by Mr. Mo in Bailian Valley under the Beast Control Peak, Chang Xi's mouth bloomed in a warm arc, and then became playful. These are all the remaining old tricks he played.

The Vajra Arhat, who has the strongest prevail, has made clever boxing skills. All monks who can be competent for the position of a guardian monk have been tempered for a long time, and their periosteum and skin are as hard as metal and stone.

His offensive became more and more fierce. He had to admire in his heart that this young and promising young master did have two tricks. He had already attacked more than a thousand fast attacks between them. Mr. Chang could still hold on, which was much beyond his expectations. However, the blood and gravel were about to fill his eight extraordinary meridians, and it was only a matter of time before he was defeated.

Just as he was thinking this way, his dark golden shoulders and elbows were suddenly blocked, and the attack as sudden as rain was interrupted. He suddenly looked up and faced with the golden eyes that seemed to be rising from deep, while the young man's gentle voice was like thunder exploding in his ears.
Chapter completed!