Chapter 171 The old monk’s spring sleeping picture (third update)

The boy skills finally improved, and Huo Yuanzhen felt a sense of comfort all over his body. It was so good that this kind of increase in strength greatly!

After the Boy's Joy in the late acquired stage was formed, the total internal force was approximately below the Nine Yang and above the formless.//《》.com》号》号//

In this way, the three internal forces reached the maximum balance, and gradually formed a three-legged tripod in Huo Yuanzhen's body.

The three true qi do not interfere with each other and each performs its own ways.

After achieving this delicate balance, Huo Yuanzhen had a thought in his mind.

The reason why I can deal with experts like Hua Xiaohuan is mainly because of the total internal strength.

However, there are hidden worries about this kind of lot, which is refuted but not pure. If you can make yourself mainly use one internal force and use one internal force in daily life, and the other two internal forces are mainly used as supplements, this will also improve your continuous combat effectiveness.

Although I did this before, because the three internal forces in my body were unbalanced, I couldn't keep up with the speed, and during this period, a lot of internal forces were used in the empty space.

Now that the internal strength has been balanced, among which the Nine Yang True Classic is the strongest, and my Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's Boy's

To describe it, Huo Yuanzhen himself is a fighter jet, and Jiuyang is the main fuel tank and main firepower.

The Boy's Kung Fu and the Forefather Magical Kung Fu are backup fuel tanks to ensure the subsequent power after the main firepower is exhausted.

If this plan is successful, as long as the realm is not too much higher than Huo Yuanzhen and cannot defeat Huo Yuanzhen in a short time, then all three of his fuel tanks must be exhausted.

When Huo Yuanzhen thought of this, he was excited and immediately began to concentrate on research.

Others practice internal skills, and only Huo Yuanzhen can cultivate internal energy to the highest level recorded in the book by reading it. Therefore, there is no precedent for his work, and he can only explore and study it slowly by himself.

On the morning of the 28th day of the first lunar month, the door of Wuming's room was gently opened.

Wuming came out of the room with a broom in his hand and was about to go out to sweep the floor.

Just now, Huiwu passed by. After seeing Wuming, he immediately stepped forward to salute: "Huiwu has seen Wuming Elder."

Wuming nodded slightly: "Huiwu is amazing."

I didn't expect Wuming to speak and answer him, but I didn't expect that Wuming's elder would actually speak today. Hui Wu was surprised. This elder looked different.

Elder Wuming was an old man who looked a little haggard, and seemed a little weak. He just swept the floor every day and didn't say a word to others.&*.

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Especially during the Chinese New Year, he returned to Shaolin Temple and looked even older. He even locked himself in the room and never came out again.

Many people were worried about whether the nameless elder starved to death in the room and wanted to go over and take a look.

However, these people were severely stopped by the abbot and no one was allowed to disturb the nameless elder, otherwise they would be expelled.

People dared not come, and Huo Yuanzhen was not very relieved. After Huiwu came out of seclusion, he asked Huiwu to come here diligently. If the nameless elder came out, he would let him see him.

This morning, I saw Wuming come out.

Although Wuming looks like an ordinary old man now, his haggard feeling is gone. He is energetic and feels very healthy. It seems that there is no big problem for living for another ten or twenty years.

"Elder Wuming, the abbot said, after you leave the customs, please go to his place."

Wuming shook his head, "Your news is too late. When I came out, I had already notified the abbot."

Hui Wu was stunned for a moment. Didn’t you just come out? When will you notify the abbot?

Seeing Huiwu unsolved, Wuming smiled and said, "I'm going to sweep the floor. I'm relaxing today. Have you seen the Sutra Pavilion there?"

Wuming pointed far away, and Huiwu looked in the direction of the ring finger. It was the Miracle Sutra Pavilion that appeared a few days ago.

The miracles of Guanyin Hall and Sutra Pavilion appeared, and the Shaolin people were no longer amazed. They already agreed with the idea that Shaolin is a holy place protected by Buddha. Such miracles should appear in the holy place.

Even the people at the foot of the mountain agreed, and they had no reason to disagree, which was also what made them most proud of.

However, the abbot of this Sutra Library clearly stated that he was not allowed to approach or spy on it. When it was time to open, it would naturally be open to everyone.

"The elder has been staying in his door and knowing about this Sutra Pavilion?"

"I know a lot of things. Okay, you can practice too. From today on, I will not care about other places in Shaolin and stay in the Sutra Library in the future."

Wuming seemed to have talked a lot today, and said a few words to Huiwu, then took the broom, raised his head and chest toward the Sutra Pavilion.

Huiwu was a little worried. Elder Wuming would go to the Sutra Pavilion in the future, but this Sutra Pavilion was not a big place to ask Elder Wuming, who knew how to guard the guard, wasn’t the abbot’s thoughtful thinking?

As the first seat of the Luohan Hall and the only middle-level cadre in Shaolin, Huiwu felt that he should share the worries of the abbot and consider the safety of the nameless elder.

After walking two steps quickly, he came to the side of the Wuming Elder. Hui Wudao: "Elder, I think you should still meet the abbot. This Sutra Library is undoubtedly the place where I collect my Shaolin scriptures and classics. These things are the foundation of Shaolin. Now the Sutra Library has been known by many people. Hui Wu is worried. If a young man comes to the Sutra Library to steal scriptures, not only will my Shaolin lose, but the elder's safety cannot be guaranteed. This matter should be discussed for a long time."

Wuming smiled and said, "What you said is reasonable, so I don't know how to make a decision?"

"Elder, I think the Sutra Library is the important place in my Shaolin. The elders can clean or organize scriptures here on weekdays, but they need to send someone else to guard it. It just so happens that Junior Brother Huijian is practicing alone now and does not pick up places. The Sutra Library is quiet and can just let Junior Brother Huijian come here. On the one hand, you can be with the elders and on the other hand, you can protect the Sutra Library. Junior Brother Huijian is already an innate master and should be able to take on this responsibility."

"This proposal is OK, but the abbot must agree."

Hearing Wuming had no objection, Hui Wudao: "Hui Wu can talk to the abbot about this."

"Okay, I just happened to give some things to the abbot. Please help me take them over."

After saying that, Wuming touched it in his arms, took out a wrinkled piece of paper and handed it to Huiwu.

Huiwu took it over and saw that breakfast almost spit out.

This is an unknown self-portrait, and the paintings are quite different, the paper is used, and the skills are poor. The only highlight is that the bald head is very bright, and it can be seen that it is a monk.

The drawing shows an old monk sleeping, curled up and holding a broom in his hand.

If it weren't for this broom, Huiwu wouldn't have been sure that the person painting it was Wuming.

What kind of painting is this? Is the old monk sleeping in spring? It seems that this thing has no beauty.

Holding this straw paper-like painting, Huiwu was a little confused. Why did he give himself such a broken painting? And he also had to send it to the abbot. Can the abbot frame you such a thing?

But since the elder said so, he must have his deep meaning, Huiwu had to take the painting to the abbot's courtyard.

When I arrived here, I was about to knock on the door when the abbot's voice came from the room: "Come in."

Huiwu pushed the door open, and Huo Yuan really savored tea in the hall, and invited Huiwu to come and sit.

Huiwu sat down and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Abbot, my disciple thinks it is not safe for Elder Wuming to guard the Sutra Pavilion alone. You should ask Junior Brother Huijian to come and help."

"Is this the nameless elder's request?"

"No, this is what the disciple considers. Anyway, Junior Brother Huijian is also practicing alone. The Sutra Pavilion has a quiet environment and no one disturbs it. The nameless elder does not understand martial arts, so he will not delay him."

I thought the abbot would agree quickly, but I didn't expect Huo Yuanzhen to think silently and didn't say anything.

Huiwu remembered the painting he was holding at this time and hurriedly handed it to Huo Yuanzhen: "Abbot, this is what Elder Wuming asked me to give it to you just now."

Huo Yuanzhen took it, looked up and down, and suddenly showed a happy smile: "It seems that the elder has really succeeded."

"Abbot, what succeeded?"

"It's nothing. Elder Wuming told me that he had come out before, but he didn't say anything else. I was still worried. Now when I see this painting, I feel relieved."

Hui Wu became more confused the more he listened, and looked at Huo Yuanzhen in confusion.

Seeing Huiwu's appearance, Huo Yuanzhen smiled and said, "Well, just tell me, you have seen the content of this painting."

Huiwu nodded: "It's him sleeping and holding a broom."

"It's not that simple. If you take a closer look, is there any mystery?"

Huiwu watched it for a long time again, but the old monk was still sleeping, and there was nothing surprising.

Seeing that Huiwu could not understand, Huo Yuanzhen reminded: "Put your painting away, then narrow your eyes slightly to see what it looks like?"

Following the abbot's instructions, Huiwu stretched his arms straight and tried to keep Hua away from him as far as possible. He narrowed his eyes and looked carefully for a while, but still couldn't see anything. Just as he was about to speak, the abbot spoke again.

"Squint your eyes again to make the painting look more blurry, and see what this shape looks like?"

Huiwu narrowed his eyes again, feeling vaguely, and the old monk curled up like a bow.

"Abbot, it looks like a bow."

"That's right. Look at the broom in your hand, does it look like a bowstring?"

“It’s a bit like that.”

"This is definitely true. He drew himself, and he drew a bow. It clearly means that I have become a bow. In other words, he succeeded."

Hui Wu was stunned. The abbot’s explanation made sense, but what happened?

"Forget it, there is no need to talk about this matter. From now on, the nameless elder will guard the Sutra Library. Don't worry about this matter anymore."

Huo Yuan was filled with joy. Wuming finally succeeded, and his personality seemed to have changed a little. He actually made such a gadget. It seemed that his heart knot was untied and he became cheerful.

In this way, Shaolin will be worry-free!

ps: Congratulations (waiting for the furious shirt) for becoming my new leader of Shaolin.

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