ten months,

The courtyard of the monk's residence, with the moonlight shining slantingly, is cold and desolate,

Xun Shaoyu lowered his eyes, lowered his arms slightly, with his palms facing down.

Ever since I got the call, from then on.

The great Ci'an Temple, with its seven courtyards and three halls, was almost unobstructed in front of Xun Shaoyu.

The reason for using almost, not all.

This is because each hall and courtyard has gone through hundreds of years, and how much of it has been hidden from outsiders.

There is no need to bring out this kind of foundation unless facing a catastrophic disaster that destroys the temple.

Even Xun Shaoyu held up the golden face of the great monk, but it didn't work.

However, Xun Shaoyu also knew that what suits him is the best.

For more than a month, he spent time in Luohan Hall, but it was not without gains.

Xun Shaoyu turned his hands: "Arhat Fist!"

Luohan Boxing is the most popular boxing method in Daci'an Temple and even in the entire Buddhist sect.

Almost in any world in the void universe, all the heavens and the world, there are more or less one or two sets of martial arts with the name of "Arhat Fist".

However, at this time, the set of Arhat Boxing in Daci'an Temple was quite different.

In a sense, this set of Luohan Boxing is the foundation for the stability of Daci'an Temple.

These 108 styles of Luohan Fist are a set of general boxing techniques condensed by countless martial monks after hundreds of years of hard work.

I saw that Xun Shaoyu, with his boxing skills, his momentum was generated by himself.

Like a tiger roaring, like a crane chirping, like a snake moaning,

In boxing and martial arts, the first priority is to kill, and the second is to maintain health and safety.

Luohan Quan, regardless of the name, seems very clumsy.

However, this set of boxing techniques is almost bizarre.

Great skill is like clumsiness, and there is great skill in the great clumsiness.

At some point, a monk passed by the monk's residence and heard the sound of Xun Shaoyu's fists. He couldn't help but stop and watch.

Once you see it, you can no longer look away.

When Xun Shaoyu mastered the subtleties of the moves, he suddenly shouted: "Okay!!"

Xun Shaoyu was practicing to the point of obsession. Hearing this loud shout, he suddenly fell out of his situation.

"Senior Brother Yuanguang,"

Xun Shaoyu raised his eyebrows, calmed his mind, and clasped his hands towards the visitor.

The monk gradually revealed his features in the moonlight.

Monk Yuanguang was wearing a gray monk's robe. His strong body made the loose monk's robe full and swollen.

"Amitabha,"

Yuan Guang recited a Buddha's name and said: "Junior brother has extraordinary qualifications, and he is indeed worthy of the master's mantle. But for more than a month, he has been practicing Arhat Boxing, and his attainments are already considerable."

"It's great to congratulate me. Uncle Tong has a successor,"

When Monk Yuanguang talked about this uncle, his expression was full of admiration.

Xun Shaoyu said humbly: "Senior brother is so complimentary that I can't bear it."

"Junior brother can only use this Arhat Fist a little bit. How can it be worthy of this? Senior brother, everyone praises him,"

Yuan Guang smiled and said: "Junior brother is too humble."

"I am a monk, and all four elements are empty. I have no superficial appearance, and there is no need to live like this."

"They are all our fellow apprentices. Where do we get all these polite words from?"

As soon as these words came out, how dare Xun Shaoyu underestimate the thoughts of this reckless monk.

Xun Shaoyu said: "It's me, I'm in trouble."

On a dark moonlit night, the monk's copper bell-like pupils became brighter and brighter, like Persian gems, black and translucent.

"Hahaha,"

Monk Yuanguang touched his bald head and laughed heartily.

"The so-called Arhat Boxing,"

He stretched out his arms and clenched his five fingers, saying: "It is to strengthen the body as the root, to satisfy the spirit as the foundation, and to use one hundred and eight moves as branches and leaves."

"Junior brother, I watched your moves and martial arts, step by step, and learned some true methods,"

"However, it is impossible to practice martial arts without knowing the inside and outside, and without knowing the strength and softness."

Monk Yuanguang got into a boxing stance on a whim.

Seeing what Monk Yuanguang meant, Xun Shaoyu didn't understand anything.

He quickly said: "Senior brother, please give me some advice."

Monk Yuanguang waved his hand and said, "Okay."

"This hand of Arhat Fist is the treasure of Arhat Hall and even Daci'an Temple."

"It is an untold secret and an excellent method of body training."

When he heard "body training", Xun Shaoyu's expression changed.

The monk kept talking and said: "The so-called evil eaters are outsiders!"

"A person who eats breath is a loser!"

The great monk's words made Xun Shaoyu stunned, and he unconsciously said: "Eating evil, eating Qi?"

Can this kind of "high, big, superior" vocabulary be sustained in such a world of low martial arts and low law?

No matter how you think about it, this should be a special 'vocabulary' that can only be used in such high-end worlds, such as those with high martial arts and high skills, blowing up the world and planets with one punch.

"Senior brother, um... what is the outside family and what is the inside family?"

He pursed his lips, feeling a little dry.

The monk started talking about martial arts, and his expression was bright: "On the outside, the skin is exposed, but on the inside, the spirit is hidden inside."

"I, the monks in the Luohan Hall, and even the Luohan Boxing are all practiced by outsiders,"

"Refining the muscles, bones and skin externally, and refining the breath internally. External Kungfu is revealed to the outside, while internal Kungfu hides the strength and the heart."

"Therefore, as long as the muscles and joints are thick, they are mostly accomplished in foreign martial arts, with hundreds of strikes and nearly a thousand kilograms of strength."

Thousands of pounds of strength!

When Monk Yuanguang mentioned the strength of a thousand catties, Xun Shaoyu was suddenly shocked.

This is the initial stage of [Easing Muscles and Forging Bones] and the beginning of truly distinguishing between the mundane and the mediocre.

"That's right, it's just as strong as a thousand pounds,"

Perhaps, seeing Xun Shaoyu's surprise, Monk Yuanguang said in a deep voice.

Monk Yuanguang stepped out with one step, his shoes stepped on the bluestone and stirred up a burst of dust.

"The one hundred and eight postures of Luohan Quan, each posture is invariable and inseparable from its origin. It doesn't matter, separate, force, rush, dodge, point, lift, press, hook, copy, throw!"

It seemed that every word he spoke contained great power.

Monk Yuanguang's martial arts, every move, was almost masculine. It shocked Xun Shaoyu's mind.

Phew! Phew! Phew!

The wind of the fist swept through, and some fine sand flickered on the ground.

In the hands of Monk Yuanguang, each of the one hundred and eight moves of Luohan Fist has become ordinary, moistening things silently.

Xun Shaoyu's eyes flashed, and a stone mirror like a full moon gradually appeared between his pupils.

Within the stone mirror, figures slowly gathered together. Judging from their figure, they looked similar to Xun Shaoyu himself.

Dots of golden light were scattered between his pupils.

One hundred and eight figures intersected among each other, and finally converged into a brilliant golden light, which was thrown into the surface of the stone mirror.

"This is……"

Xun Shaoyu's heart was neither sad nor happy, like a pool of stagnant water, quiet and indifferent.

"...Stone mirror!"

His heart was like a drop of water dripping into a pool of calm stagnant water, causing ripples.

"When you reach the extreme, you are soft!"
To be continued...