The Heavens: Beginning with the role of a young boy, Broken Waves

Chapter 14 Borrow Shaolin Dharma Yijin Jing!
Ming Xiaozong Hongzhi 17th year, late September.

Still in Dengfeng County.

However, the address was changed from the Fugui Building in the city to the current Songshan Shaolin Temple.

In the wing room of the Shaolin Temple in Songshan, accompanied by the faint fragrance of Zen lingering in his nostrils, Xie An casually placed the last big chess piece on the chessboard in front of him, leisurely ending the last struggle of Fang Zheng, the abbot of the Shaolin Temple opposite him.

"Abbot, you are dead again."

"In just three days, you have tried dozens of completely different moves and moves, but no matter what, your chances of winning from me in the end are very small, never more than [-]%."

"So, in the face of absolute strength, all schemes and tricks and dying struggles are useless."

"Old abbot, you should stop struggling..."

"Otherwise, if the fight is so fierce that I accidentally forget my sense of propriety when I fight again, I'm afraid that in the elegance of the sandalwood bursts, someone might want to bleed before the Buddha."

With a touch of murderous intent and aggressiveness in his tone, Xie An put down the chess piece in his hand, took a sip of tea from the Buddhist temple slowly, and then suddenly spoke softly.

In the Zen room of the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, in front of a small ancient wooden chessboard, the expression on the face of the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, Fang Zheng, remained calm and motionless.

Although he was just threatened by Xie An, and he has been failing in chess and chess these days, as a generation of eminent monks and Zen masters, his inner concentration and quality are still excellent after all.

Therefore, even after hearing Xie An's murderous words in front of the Buddha, he still just narrowed his eyes slightly, took a sip of tea silently, and then continued to speak with a smile.

"Duan Shaoxia, any sect religion must have its rules."

"Even if you are extremely powerful, you still have to follow etiquette."

"My Shaolin Temple of Martial Arts and Zen Buddhism has been passed down for nearly a thousand years from the Tang Dynasty to the present. The true heritage inside it is by no means what you see, it is just a little bit revealed outside."

"Young hero Duanlang, you still have to be a little cautious in life..."

"After all, this is the place of Buddhism and Zen. Even if the No. 1 Dongfang Bubai comes, he may not be able to walk out of the gate of this temple."

But having said that, after a brief pause, the expression on Fang Zheng's face suddenly bloomed like a lotus flower in June for some reason.

Then he suddenly changed the subject, and after taking a deep look at Xie An who was still calm in front of him, as if he hadn't heard the sharpness in his words, he continued to speak in an inexplicable tone:

"However, even though I said so, judging from the meaning of what Shaoxia said, if you don't get our Shaolin Yijin Jing, you will definitely never walk out of the door of this old monk's meditation room so easily."

"Therefore, seeing that Duan Shaoxia has not only been advocating the righteous way for the Jianghu martial arts these days, but also took the initiative to send the Songshan sword technique next door to my Buddha to eliminate the hostility, the old monk made an exception today and published this book Yijin Present the original scriptures to Duan Shaoxia."

"After an hour, I hope the young hero returns to its original owner."

After finishing speaking, Shaolin Abbot Fangzheng, who had been euphemistically rejecting him for the past three days, sighed and shook his head silently.

Then, with a dignified expression, he took out a simple book from his pocket, and handed it to Xie An carefully.

In the meditation room, Xie An looked as if he was enlightened, and suddenly handed over the original core secret book of his sect to Fang Zheng, the abbot of Shaolin Temple. A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, in his heart, he couldn't help but wonder why he was so active.

However, doubts are doubts.

But at this moment, seeing that a peerless martial arts cheat book that is the core of the thousand-year-old martial arts Zen school will be available soon, even though he has some doubts in his heart, Xie An still calmly and silently took over the original version of the Bodhidharma Yijinjing from Fang Zheng's hands Martial arts cheats, carefully held in the hand to observe and flip through.

After such a good time.

By the time Xie An finally recovered from the profound martial arts mysteries of the Bodhidharma Yijin Jing in his hand, more than half an hour of external time had passed.

But at this moment, originally standing not far in front of Xie An, silently waiting for Xie An to look through the Shaolin abbot's certificate after reading the Bodhidharma Yijin Jing.

He didn't know when, he stopped standing still, and instead sat upright in a corner of the meditation room, sipping the tea in his hand with a relaxed expression.

"Haha, Duan Shaoxia has a very strong heart to practice martial arts."

"In such a long time, the old monk can't help but finish a cup of tea, but Duan Shaoxia just got free from his advanced martial arts."

"With such a firm and studious heart in martial arts, it's no wonder Duan Shaoxia has reached the innate level of martial arts at a young age."

In the corner of the meditation room, looking at Xie An who had finally come to his senses from his own advanced martial arts cheats, Fang Zheng, the abbot of Shaolin, laughed and praised Xie An without hesitation.

Looking at his expression at this time, there is no trace of the strange and defensive attitude he had a few days ago.

If it wasn't for Xie An's clear-headed understanding, the seemingly kind-hearted old monk opposite him was not an easy-going lamp, but a leader who had a lot of calculations in the original book.

Otherwise, he would almost think that the big monk opposite is a big fool.

Otherwise, for no reason, how could he suddenly be so hospitable to himself.

It couldn't be that this guy was accidentally taken away and reborn during the period when he was carefully reading the Bodhidharma Yijin Jing in his hand, right?

Fortunately.

Swordsman is a world of low-level martial arts, such a possibility never exists.

As for the reason why Shaolin abbot Fangzheng was so enthusiastic suddenly, he also made it clear in the words just now.

Therefore, after a few seconds of thinking, Xie An soon fully understood Shaolin abbot Fang Zheng's blatant gesture of friendship and friendship.

Xie An, who finally came back to his senses, looked at the great monk Fangzheng who was facing him with a particularly enthusiastic attitude. For a moment, his face was also full of smiles, and his attitude changed rapidly.

"Thank you Master Fangzheng for your compliment. I just got a chance to break through a few days ago."

"For the matter of breaking through innateness, I thought that it would take me at least several months, or even a full year or two, before I could successfully break through."

"Now that the breakthrough is successful so quickly, although it saves me a little bit of effort, it also makes me a little bit less tempered in the process of this breakthrough in practice."

"In the eyes of the elders in my family, this matter is not a good thing for my future martial arts practice."

Leaning against the wall of the meditation room, Xie An, who had changed his attitude, looked at the great monk Fangzheng with half-closed eyes, and said with a leisurely smile.

And Xie An's verbal performance revealed into the eyes of Fang Zheng, the abbot of Shaolin who was sitting opposite him at this time, but for a while it seemed to shroud him with a veil of mystery.

Unable to restrain himself, as Fang Zheng, the contemporary abbot of Shaolin, he took a deep breath in his heart.

Looking at the guy in front of him who has already reached innate cultivation at a young age, he just feels that the other party's background is extremely unfathomable and cannot be provoked at all.

Under such a fearful situation, the guests and the host could not help but enjoy themselves in the next meditation room.

Between Xie An and Fang Zheng, there was mutual restraint, and there was no trace of estrangement or rigidity.

(End of this chapter)