The Great Tao Chronicle

The night is fading, and the morning light is just emerging.

The hoofs of the horses in Huangjue Temple were rushing, and a young monk rode a steed in the snow yesterday, walking between many temples, lighting a stick of incense.

A faint scent of incense wafts in this thousand-year-old temple.

The bright snow reflects the vicissitudes of thousands of years.

huh~

The little monk got off his horse and was about to enter the temple.

Suddenly I heard the sound of thunder rolling in my ears, I was startled at first, and then calmed down.

"Is that the snoring of the Taoist priest again?"

The little monk quietly glanced at a quiet house in the distance.

The house is close to the back mountain, backed by the stupa, with a large lake in front of the door, surrounded by trees, very quiet and quiet.

The halls closest to it are forty or fifty feet tall.

"Should I go take a look?"

The little monk's heart beat a little faster.

He had never seen the Taoist priest in that house, but he had heard a lot about him.

Three months ago, the Taoist priest rang the Huangjue Bell 81 times in a row, shaking the entire Huangjue Temple. Rumors about the Taoist priest had already spread among their brothers and sisters.

It is said that this Taoist priest is 12 feet tall and has a waist circumference of 12 feet. He can run horses on his arms, and his thighs are thicker than those of an old tree. He can eat 300 catties of high-quality rice noodles in one meal, plus a big return pill.

Otherwise, how can you ring the Huangjue Bell?

You must know that Huang Juezhong has been beaten down for more than three months, and he is still lying there quietly.

The brothers in the Monk Hall are so powerful, each of them has a thousand jins of strength, but the combined efforts of a hundred and eighty people can't shake one bit!

The little monk didn't know whether others believed it or not, but he did.

He came to race horses every day to light incense, but he could hear the snoring that was more frightening than the sound of thunder.

Snoring is like thunder, if he farts, he must not collapse the yard!

How awesome is this?

The little monk's heart pounded, lit the last stick of incense, and tied the horse to the doorpost.

Approaching the house cautiously.

He is also very skilled, his steps are very gentle, and he doesn't make a sound when he steps on the thick snow.

It didn't take long for him to approach the house.

As he got closer, the little monk couldn't take it anymore.

A hundred feet away, the thunder was still very small, but the closer he got, the louder it became. There was still more than thirty feet away, and he was already a little dizzy.

'This is too great! ’

The little monk's heart jumped further and further.

He silently carried his inner strength and approached the house cautiously, but as soon as he walked 30 feet in, his body suddenly became hot, as if immersed in hot water, warm.

The coldness of the winter morning seemed to vanish all at once.

"Honey! It's so warm here, why hasn't the snow melted?"

The little monk became more and more amazed and curious.

With this heat added to his body, he only felt that the thunder-like 'snoring' didn't seem to be so annoying.

On the contrary, it made his body tremble very comfortably, as if he broke his leg again while riding a horse, and his uncle massaged his muscles and bones for himself.

He almost groaned out of comfort.

After walking two steps and coming to the door, the little monk probed his head to see the effect, leaned on the door cautiously, and looked into the crack of the door.

The yard is so big. The yard where our 30 brothers and sisters live together is not half the size of this yard.

First a surprise.

Then he saw a Taoist.

A young Taoist who wore a white Taoist robe but did not wear a Taoist crown.

"Where is the height of two feet tall, the brothers are really lying to me..."

Looking at the ordinary Taoist, the little monk was a little disappointed.

This Taoist is not as powerful as the rumors, and his body is flat and indifferent, and he doesn't seem to have the temperament of a master in the rumors.

But when he looked closely, his eyes widened.

The Taoist sat cross-legged with his five hearts facing the sky. His robes moved without the wind. He could see his luminous body under his thin clothes.

No, it's not that his body is glowing, but that there are constantly light spots drilling into his body around him.

It was as if he was absorbing light spots one by one.

The huge yard seems to be blowing with strong wind, and occasionally the fallen leaves are blown high before they fall into the yard.

And that thunderous sound really came from his body.

Moreover, the sound was more than ten times louder than what was heard outside!

call!

Suddenly, the man opened his eyes.

This time, it was as if the clay puppets in the temple had turned into real Buddhas, and the stone-carved statues had turned into real gods!

The Daoist's eyes lit up like the sun and the moon.

His body seemed to condense all the light between heaven and earth. At this moment, the entire courtyard and even the whole world became pitch black, darker than the darkest night!

The Taoist is the only light in the world.

Under the boundless shadow, his body seemed to grow taller and taller, and the whistling cold wind whistled like an evil spirit, but the Taoist sat cross-legged, like the legendary king Buddha who suppressed hell.

Unconsciously, he calmed down.

Suck!

Finally, in the darkest night, there was a long inhalation sound.

That inhalation sound was so terrifying.

In the little monk's induction, the howling wind in the courtyard, and even the whole world was sucked away!

boom!

Open the door!

"what!"

The little monk couldn't help but let out a scream, and flew into the air involuntarily, passing more than ten meters in one go.

"Don't eat me!"

The little monk danced and screamed in horror.

He wasn't too afraid of death, but being eaten by someone would have been too tragic to die.

After screaming for a while, he found that there was no movement, and then he opened his eyes cautiously.

What caught my eye was a young Taoist with a faint smile on his face.

The man's eyes were warm, but he didn't know if it was an illusion. He always felt that the man's eyes were terrifying, as if he could see through his own heart, making him shiver uncontrollably.

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows.

This little monk looked like he was about eleven or twelve years old, but he was actually only ten years old.

However, if that's the case, this is just an ordinary little monk.

It's just that he looked deeper.

This little monk is incredible.

His eyes opened and closed, and the words formed by a wisp of ripples emerged from the perspective that only he could see:

【Liu Ming】

[Life track: Born in Jiufujie, Liangzhou, Defang House, lost both parents at a young age, and was born to herd cattle for others. Later, he was thrown to death because of cattle unintentionally. He made a living by begging. Later, he met the monks of Huangjue Temple and was brought back. Huangjue Temple........

After the Battle of Hanhai, Huangjue Temple went down the mountain when the mountain was closed. It was a time when all countries were fighting, and Dafeng was everywhere. Therefore, he joined the Rebel Army, fought for 20 years, occupied twelve states, and became the commander of all the way...

In the next 30 years, when the Dafeng Dynasty fell, he defeated the heroes from all walks of life, monopolized the seventy states of Dafeng, and split the earth to seal the king!

Take Dafeng instead and create a dynasty for hundreds of years...]

Take Dafeng instead!

The founding father of a generation!

"Little monk, what are you looking for me for?"

Looking at the terrifying Emperor Taizu in front of him, An Qisheng said with a smile.

With his current state of mind, he was a little surprised when he saw the Taizu who founded the country once, and his heart was as calm as before.

But that's about it.

"No, no..."

The little monk saw that the Taoist was not malicious, so he calmed down his beating heart, and said:

"I, the little monk, the little monk was racing to light incense, and when I heard the call of the Taoist priest, I couldn't help but step forward, wanting to take a look, no, I didn't deliberately peek..."

The little monk stammered again.

He suddenly remembered that in the rumors of the rivers and lakes mentioned by the brothers and sisters, it was very taboo to peek at others practicing martial arts.

I was beaten to death, I am afraid that the abbot would have to say that he was beaten. . . .

"What can you see?"

An Qisheng laughed dumbly.

Practicing martial arts routines is nothing more than smashing the body, being familiar with the routines, and giving the body a deep understanding, so that you can be more handy in battle.

When martial arts had reached his level, there was no need to practice like ordinary people.

Walking, sitting, and lying are all martial arts, and every move is gong.

Cross-legged for half a day, it has been more than a year of practice for a year.

If you only breathe from him, you can learn his martial arts from the rhythm of the body's transfer of qi, blood and internal power.

That is also his creation.

"I......"

Liu Ming was a little dissatisfied with the meaning in An Qisheng's tone, but after thinking about it, he still sighed sullenly.

I really didn't see anything.

In addition to being frightened and sweating, there is no other gain.

"You are in Huangjue Temple, don't you worry about not learning kung fu?"

An Qisheng shook his head slightly, this little monk also had some basic skills in kung fu, but it was limited to the flesh and bones, not even the bones.

"Just not!"

Hearing this, Liu Ming stomped his feet:

"I've been a monk for two years, and I do a lot of work, but I haven't learned much kung fu. I learned this martial arts before I entered the temple!"

"You offended the monk who taught the practice?"

An Qisheng glanced at him.

A person who has become a beggar at the age of six or seven is lacking in other aspects, and is definitely not bad in terms of smoothness.

At least not to offend anyone.

"It's not."

Liu Ming sat down on the ground and said carelessly:

"The rule of Huangjue Temple has always been that after entering the temple for three years as a horse-racing monk, three years as a miscellaneous monk, three years in the lecture hall, and three years in the precepts hall, only after these twelve years can one enter the martial arts hall!

Even if an expert from outside wants to enter the temple, it will take these twelve years, and it is said that they need to observe the nature of the mind..."

Saying that, the little monk Liu Ming had a dull expression on his face.

He has only been through it for two years, and he still has ten years to learn the real martial arts.

He wanted to be vulgar.

"I see."

An Qisheng nodded slightly.

No wonder Huangjue Temple has never had any juvenile masters, and it is doomed that there can be no juvenile masters in Huangjue Temple just by going through these twelve years to learn martial arts.

But because of this, there are very few scumbags in Huangjue Temple.

It is absolutely rare to be able to survive such a twelve-year period, under such a peaceful atmosphere of Huangjue Temple, to be able to be violent.

"Master, can you teach me martial arts?"

Liu Ming's eyes lit up.

"You are a disciple of Huangjue Temple, and you have your own teacher to pass on your art. How can outsiders take over?"

An Qisheng's heart moved slightly.

Look up.

I saw that among the snow in the distance, the great monk Sanyin was gradually approaching. Before anyone came, the voice had already said:

"The Daoist is wrong! My Huangjue Temple never forbids my disciples to learn martial arts outside their own sect! As long as you come to Luzheng, what martial arts do you learn, and what are the obstacles?"

Liu Ming was startled and fled behind An Qisheng.

‘Bitterness, UU reading www.uukanshu. com is also bitter! I was heard by the great master and uncle, will I still have my good fruit to eat in the future? It’s over, it’s over, this monk temple can’t stay any longer.”

For a time, the little monk felt a chill in his heart.

"Isn't that cheap for you?"

An Qisheng shook his head and laughed.

Seeing the big monk coming, he also got up to greet him.

"How could it be cheap for us? If the martial arts taught by the Taoist master are profound, they might abduct all the disciples under my sect!"

Sanyin came from the wind and fell into the hospital.

He glanced at the sneaky Liu Ming, and after a little thought, he realized that this little monk was actually a disciple of his own.

But he just glanced at it and laughed heartily:

"Three months of going back and forth, and finally brought back the last spiritual material that the Taoist priest needed!"

Hearing this, An Qisheng's eyes brightened slightly:

"There is Master Lao!"