"The young man is awake, it's great!"

An old monk pushed the door and came in. His face was full of wrinkles, a gentle smile, and nine incense scars burned above his head.

"So it's Master Fang Sheng. Is this Shaolin Temple?"

Fang Ming pretended to be surprised.

"Not bad! This is Shaolin! Young man, you have a deep blessing, far away from the monk's expectations. I thought you would need to sleep for ten days before you can wake up, but I didn't want to recover your mind now... It's really the blessing of the Buddha!"

Fang Sheng combined ten to practice the way of etiquette.

"It's thanks to the master's help!" Fang Ming thanked him seriously and stood up to salute. Although he still looked weak in all limbs, Fang Sheng's face looked even more surprised. He quickly stepped forward and helped him up: "Young man, you have too many internal injuries. Don't think too much, it's just a waste of your mind... You can walk around now, which is even more gratifying..."

"The body of a rotten wood is just struggling to death..."

Fang Ming smiled bitterly and stretched out his right hand openly.

Fang Sheng took his pulse and knew that Fang Ming's internal injury had not healed at all at this time. The several alien true qi were only temporarily collected and there was no sign of impact on each other. He only thought that Feng Qingyang had also spread some magical internal powers to suppress these true qi movements. He couldn't help but feel sorry for Fang Ming and said:

"Since Young Hero Linghu can wake up this time, his life will be saved. He will suffer a lot of internal injuries a year later, and even the Daluo Golden Immortal is hard to save!"

"Life and death have a fate, why bother to mind too much..." Fang Ming smiled faintly. The indifference made Fang Sheng look strange on his face: "Amitabha, the young hero has achieved great enlightenment and has mastered life and death, and he has a destiny to me!"

"Of course I have a fate, and I have more than one world of bad fate with Buddhism..." Fang Ming secretly complained in his heart, and at the same time he was listening.

Fang Sheng said: "My Buddhism emphasizes the method of fate. I told you that day that Brother Fang Zheng, the abbot of this temple, has a profound internal skills. If you have a fate with you and can pass on your secret technique of "Yi Jin Jing", your muscles and bones can still be transferred, let alone transform the internal breath and strange energy? I will take you to pay a visit to the abbot and hope you can answer it well."

"If Master asked me to introduce him, even if the abbot refused, it would be a great blessing to be able to meet the senior masters of the martial arts world!"

Fang Ming's face was neither sad nor happy, and he followed Fang Sheng and passed through the magnificent palaces.

When the monks came and went to see Fang Sheng, they all bowed respectfully and retreated, and the etiquette was very important.

"By the way! When she was in a coma, there seemed to be a girl Yingying around her. I wonder where she is now?"

Halfway through the way, Fang Ming suddenly asked.

"Young hero, you are seriously injured and recovered from the first time you recover. The most taboo thing is to mention these later!" Fang Sheng hesitated slightly and then said.

"Yeah!" Fang Ming sighed secretly, and Ren Yingying was still under house arrest in Shaolin. Unfortunately, he couldn't protect himself now, and thinking too much is useless.

The two came outside a stone chamber. After the little novice monk reported, Fang Sheng and Fang Ming entered together and met Shaolin abbot Master Fang Zheng.

Fang Ming saw that Fang Zheng's abbot was thin, thin, and kind-hearted, with a very unstable appearance. He only had a pair of warm and moist eyes, as if a bottomless pool, which made Fang Ming feel confused. He knew that this abbot had been meticulous in his practice of the Yijin Sutra and his internal skills in Buddhism had reached an incredible state.

Fang Sheng bowed and said, "Fang Sheng greeted the abbot's senior brother, and introduced the first disciple of Huashan Sect, Linghu Chong Linghu, the young hero."

Fang Ming immediately bowed and bowed his head and bowed his head, with a solemn expression.

Abbot Fang Zheng bowed slightly, raised his right hand and said, "Young hero, young man, please sit down. After hearing from junior brother Fang Sheng, the young man's swordsmanship is superb and has already obtained the true teachings of Mr. Feng, a senior Huashan Mountain senior, which is really gratifying."

Fang Ming dared not.

Fang Zheng then said: "After the young man was injured, he was mistaken, so he had a variety of true energy in his body, which was difficult to dissolve. I carefully studied it. Only by practicing the secret of internal skills of my school, the "Yi Jin Jing" can he gradually transform it with his own skills..."

"My Buddhists are based on compassion. Since they know that the young hero is suffering from this internal injury, they should do their best to save him. The magical power of the "Yi Jin Jing" was created by the first ancestor of the East Side Zen Buddhism... When the ancestor Bodhidharma was facing the wall for nine years, he left this sutra when he passed away. Later, the two ancestors traveled through famous mountains, visited the monks, and sought to solve the wonderful truth. Finally, they inspired each other with the Brahma monk's secret meaning on the golden top of Emei, and even suddenly understood..."

Fang Ming said oh, saying, "I don't think the origin of the Yijin Jing is so important..."

Fang Zheng also said: "The Kung Fu in the "Yi Jin Jing" circles the meridians of the body, and is connected to the spirit of the five internal organs. It is round but not dispersed, and it moves but continues. Qi is produced from the inside and blood is moistened from the outside. After practicing this sutra, the heart is moved and the force is emitted, and it is accumulated and released, and it is natural and used without realizing it comes out, like a tide or a thunder. It is only because the sutra is so powerful that our temple does not pass on it, and does not pass on it unless it is destined to..."

"Sister... I really know how to get an appetite..."

Fang Ming rolled his eyes countless times. Fortunately, his ability to restrain himself was still there, and his expression did not change at all. He said, "I have no chance, so I don't have to force it!"

"No! The young hero is the descendant of Mr. Feng. He came to this temple by chance. He also did not practice the Yijin Sutra and would die. This is the great way to be a great fate!"

Fang Zheng said in a deep voice: "It's just that since the Yijin Jing has been passed down by the ancestor of Bodhidharma, it has not been passed down by Shaolin disciples. Fortunately, this level has also been broken..."

He took out a letter from his sleeve, and gently sent it with his palm, and the envelope flew flat and suddenly fell one foot in front of Fang Ming. Fang Ming took it and his whole body was shocked.

‘Only by relying on this hand that the internal strength of the perfect hand can we know that Fang Zheng’s martial arts are unfathomable, and it is simply the same as the skill of the Dragon Island Lord throwing the account book by the Xiakexing…’

Fang Ming said secretly that he had already known the contents of the letter that Yue Buqun drove Linghu Chong out of the wall. If Linghu Chong had originally seen it, he would naturally be despaired, but for him, it was bright and bright, and there was no blow to Mao. Instead, he was quite interested in the division of force and world level of the Swordsman and the Swordsman and the Knights' Knights'.

In addition to the similar ages, there are actually many places in the two books that can be compared.

Taking Feng Buping, the Sword Sect and Bai Zizai, the head of Xueshan, as an example, Feng Buping used the Fierce Wind Sword with one hand. After four or five moves, there was a hissing sound on the sword. But when Bai Zizai came, he was drunk and hot, there was such a phenomenon behind the forty or fifty moves. The difference between them was simply clear.

Not to mention, Feng Buping is only the first-class master among the Xiao'an Masters, while Bai Zizai is the top master in the Central Plains martial arts world!

Of course, there are two island masters on Xiake Island and a number of disciples, each of whom are top masters, but Xiaoao's overall level is also not low. For example, the two supporting roles, Tian Boguang and the head of the Taishan Sect, Tianmen Zhenren, are both first-class, but their finger strength is enough to break the steel sword. These two are just small characters, which is simply not worth laughing at in the later stage!

In comparison, the number of masters in Xiaoao's entire world is always more than the dozens of apprentices on Xiake Island. In this way, Xiaoao's overall strength is better than Xiake's ability, which is understandable.

The world level determined by the white and red light ball seems to be based on this.

"I had regretted not fighting with the two island masters of Longmu in the Knights' business, but now this regret seems to be able to be supplemented by laughter..."

Fang Ming kept thinking, but his face looked sad: "It's true that Linghu Chong deserves the crime..."

"You shouldn't have made friends with people in Heimu Cliff, but the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and it's the shore to turn back!" Fang Zheng said it lightly, but his words were extremely majestic: "If the young hero does not dislike him, he will belong to me and be a disciple of the 'guo' generation, and he can be renamed Linghu Guochong. From then on, he will be reformed and become a human being again. No one in the martial arts world dares to make things difficult for you!"

Fang Ming's face looked hesitant: "This..."

Fang Sheng was happy and moved: "Young hero, my abbot's senior brother is proficient in twelve kinds of Shaolin skills. The young hero is accepted by my senior brother and can teach you in a lot of ways. In the future, I will be able to magnify my Shaolin lintel and shine in the martial arts world!"

"So... Meet Master!"

Fang Ming was silent for a moment, and finally kowtowed and bowed. In fact, he had already worshipped the master in Shaolin once, but now he is naturally without any psychological pressure when he comes again.

Although the star absorption method can also relieve the symptoms of alien true qi in the body, where can the Yijin Jing come from without any future troubles? And Fang Ming’s time is precious, so he is too lazy to play tricks with Xiang Wentian and the four friends in Meizhuang.

"It's just... Linghu Chong changed his name to Linghu Guochong. Is that Smiling Proud Wanderer or Smiling Proud Wanderer?"

Fang Ming had some brain pain, but then he stopped thinking about this problem.

Fang Zheng was the abbot of Shaolin. It was naturally a big deal for him to accept disciples. However, this master was humble and Linghu Chong was in danger of his life. He urgently needed the Yijin Jing to save his life, so everything was simple.

Despite this, the entire apprenticeship ceremony is simple and solemn, much taller than when the Deer and the Cauldron were recorded.

After the ceremony, Fang Zheng immediately began to spread the merits in the abbot's room.

Fang Ming suppressed his excitement and finally saw this Shaolin martial arts treasure book that he had admired for a long time!

The mantra of "Yi Jin Jing" is not very long. Although it is only a few more than a thousand words before and after, it is still profound and profound.

After the prescription was proved and passed on the power, he analyzed the internal power mental method in detail, and pointed out the various methods of breathing, luck, breathing, and transporting.

Fang Ming was originally a master of Shaolin. He had superb and mellow Buddhist skills, and he had obtained the Arhat Demon-Subduing Magical Art, which was only slightly inferior to the Yijin Jing. It was very simple to understand at this time. The countless meticulous principles contained in each mantra seemed to be peeling off the cocoon in front of him. After careful interpretation, he felt that it was more interesting and wonderful.

Of course, he did not dare to show too much on the surface, but even though he hid most of it, Fang Zheng was very happy.
Chapter completed!