The Arhat Fist that was agreed, how did it become the palm of the Tathagata?

The young monk standing on the right pondered, "Maybe he just wants to temper his body."

"It's possible. I heard that the little Vajra of the Vajra Sect can fight against middle-rank masters with just physical strength." The young monk on the left nodded and said.

"Little King Kong? I heard that he is here too, and he seems to be very dissatisfied with Senior Brother Qiao Song." The young monk in the middle laughed lightly.

The young monk on the left glanced at the young monk in the middle, and said with a smile, "What about you? Are you sure? You should be arranged to fight Brother Qiao Song in the first session of this year's lecture."

"You have to compare it to know."

"........."

The three talked and laughed and left together.

Xiao Xun didn't pay attention, and has been cultivating the golden bell jar.

In the middle of the night, seeing that the three monks under the waterfall had left, Xiao Xun began to practice Arhat Fist in the pool.

Practice the various postures of the golden bell, which is aimed at defense. The waterfall in the pool hits the body like a spear hitting a shield.

And practicing Arhat Boxing is aimed at attacking.

Xiao Xun didn't follow the undercurrent, but used his boxing skills to hammer against the current.

This makes the undercurrent more chaotic and turbulent, and it is difficult for ordinary people to maintain balance in it.

But Xiao Xun was able to move like a mountain.

I have been practicing for several years, but I have never entered a product.

The biggest reason why Xiao Xun can still maintain such a strong passion for cultivation is that he can clearly feel that he is getting stronger all the time.

Cultivation is a process of becoming stronger.

Although, compared with others, his speed of becoming stronger seems not worth mentioning at all.

But what can be done about this?

Who told him that his talent for cultivation was not even wanted by the handyman's house!

There is a touch of fish belly white in the east.

Xiao Xun walked out of the pool, took off his pants, wrung out the water, and put them on the stone beside him.

After that, pick up the small jade bottle in the shoe.

"Golden Body Essence, I hope..."

Xiao Xun whispered, uncorked the bottle, and poured out a drop of Golden Body Essence.

Looking at the golden liquid in the palm of his hand, he didn't feel any discomfort.

Apply the liquid to the chest, and feel a slight heat.

"effective."

Xiao Xun's eyes lit up.

No longer hesitate.

Apply the entire bottle of Golden Body Essence all over the body like applying the shower gel of future generations.

Not even the soles of the feet were spared.

After painting.

I felt a burning sensation all over my body.

Xiao Xun breathed out rhythmically while practicing the golden bell cover.

I don't know whether it was the breathing that played a role, or the continuous practice of the golden bell mask. The burning sensation gradually penetrated into the flesh and blood in the skin, and the whole body seemed to be burned by fire.

This feeling is very painful.

But Xiao Xun enjoyed this scorching pain very much.

When practicing external skills, the last thing you should fear is pain.

even.

Pain can be exciting.

When practicing the golden bell jar.

Often, pain means getting stronger!

Chapter 15

This burning pain only lasted for about one stick of incense.

Xiao Xun stopped cultivating, stretched out his arms and glanced, and found that the golden liquid on his arms had disappeared, replaced by a layer of dirt mixed with black and gold.

"Can it also remove impurities from the body?"

With a smile on the corner of Xiao Xun's mouth, he jumped into the pool with a single step.

moment.

After coming out.

Xiao Xun found that his skin seemed to have become a little tougher.

"It seems to have turned white."

Xiao Xun muttered.

In fact, he has always been a little puzzled.

Generally, when practicing external skills such as golden bell jars and iron cloth shirts, the skin should become dark black or bronze.

As for him, he has obviously cultivated very seriously, and he is often exposed to the sun in summer, but his skin is still as fair as when he was a child, and even now has a layer of luster.

for the next two months.

Xiao Xun sleeps every morning, in the afternoon he breathes under the Bodhi in the courtyard of Chuzuzhai, and in the evening he comes to practice in the pool under Ziyunfeng Waterfall.

During the period, on the ninth day of September.

Huizhen invited Xiao Xun to watch the entrance ceremony of many lay disciples outside the temple. After comprehensive consideration, Xiao Xun decided not to go.

I don't want to disrupt the rhythm of practice these days.

This evening.

When he came to Ziyun Peak Waterfall again, Xiao Xun found that besides the three young monks, there was another person under the waterfall.

And a young man with long hair.

"A lay disciple?"

A look of surprise flashed in Xiao Xun's eyes, and he looked at the young man.

Different from the three young monks sitting cross-legged under the waterfall, this young man is standing under the waterfall, pushing his hands upwards continuously, as if he is practicing his palm technique.

Every time I push my palm, the water flow of the waterfall seems to stop for a while.

This made Xiao Xun amazed, and at the same time reminded him of a stunt in a certain anime in his previous life: Lushan Shenglongba.

watched for a while.

Xiao Xun smiled contentedly, took off his monk's clothes and shoes, took a deep breath, walked into the pool, and began to practice.

two months.

Xiao Xun's cultivation has made considerable progress.

At first, he practiced at the edge of the pool.

Now, he went directly to the center of the pool and practiced at the bottom of the pool.

The pond water submerged his head, every time Xiao Xun practiced the golden bell cover, he had to pop his head out for a breath.

The night is getting darker.

The three young monks walked out of the waterfall on time. While dressing, all three eyes were on the long-haired man under the waterfall.

"His strength is probably even more terrifying than the legends."

The middle-aged young monk stood with a serious look on his face.

"What he is practicing at the moment should be the unique knowledge of the Beggar Gang." Said the young monk on the right.

"Little King Kong's defeat is not wronged, I'm afraid his ranking in the Qingyun list can be raised."

The young monk standing on the left said softly.

"........."

The three chatted in low voices for a while, and left together.

Another half hour passed.

The long-haired man jumped out of the waterfall and came to the shore, and found that the three Shaolin monks had left, he couldn't help smiling.

When dressing, I found that there was a set of Shaolin monk clothes beside me, and I was taken aback for a moment.

He quickly looked at the waterfall again, searched for a while, and finally stopped his gaze in the middle of the pool.

A bald figure was vaguely seen practicing a kind of kung fu.

After watching for a while, the figure's bald head emerged from the water, took a deep breath, and immediately sank again.

The long-haired man found it interesting, sitting on a bluestone, drying his pants while looking at the monk in the pool.

"It's no wonder that Shaolin can become one of the four holy places of Buddhism. This little monk is more serious than me in his cultivation."

The long-haired man sighed, looking at the young monk who practiced so seriously, he gave birth to a heart of friendship.

By midnight.

Xiao Xun stepped on the water, calmed down, took two more breaths, sank to the bottom of the water again, and began to practice Arhat Fist.

The eyes of the long-haired man who had been sitting on the bluestone lit up.

He didn't know Golden Bell Jar, but he was very familiar with Arhat Fist.

"Is this Arhat Fist?"

"Good fellow, an ordinary boxing technique has allowed this little monk to practice to such an extent!"

The long-haired man became more and more frightened as he looked at it, and his heart was extremely shocked.

I just feel that the Arhat boxing practiced by the little monk is full of charm.

night and day.

The east is pale with fish belly.

Xiao Xun finished his practice and came to the shore swimming backwards.

As soon as I turned around, I saw the long-haired man who was 'watching like a tiger', and was startled.

"You haven't left yet?"

Xiao Xun stood up and scratched his head.

The long-haired man smiled and said: "I wanted to leave, but seeing the little master practice so seriously, I immediately became friends with him. I wonder if I am lucky enough to know the name of the little master?"

Xiao Xun blinked, wondering if people outside are so polite?

"The poor monk's Dharma name is Hui Wu."

Xiao Xun stood in the water, clasped his hands together, and said solemnly.

"Hui Wu..." the long-haired man whispered, a look of bewilderment flashed in his eyes.

He has basically heard of the Dharma name for the elite disciples of the Bodhidharma Academy, Zhenmo Academy, Prajna Academy, Arhat Hall, and many other halls.

However, no one is called Hui Wu.

"Under Qiao Song." The long-haired man signed his name.

"Are you Senior Brother Qiao Song?" Xiao Xun opened his eyes wide, looking at the long-haired man in front of him.

Qiao Song smiled and said, "It's a fake one."

"Then tell me, how many moves did you use to defeat Little King Kong?"

Xiao Xun asked casually as he walked out of the pool.