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

"There are also drugs and poisons for self-defense..."

Xiao Xun felt that his own strength is still very weak now, after leaving Shaolin Temple, he must have something to defend himself.

Drugs and poisons are the best choices.

Walking to the courtyard, Xiao Xun breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the medicinal herbs all over the courtyard.

As the disciple with the best medical skills in the Hui family of Yaowang Academy, he still knows how to refine some elixirs, drugs, and poisons.

the whole afternoon.

Xiao Xun didn't practice, he had been refining medicinal materials.

In the evening, Xuan Chi came.

There is a package in the right hand, and a long yellowish stick in the left hand.

Seeing the long stick in Xuan Chi's hand, Xiao Xun couldn't help scratching his head.

What's missing, what's coming?Or…

Is it expected that I can acquire the Crazy Demon Stick Technique?

"Uncle Master." Xiao Xun greeted.

Xuan Chi sniffed his nose lightly, and asked, "187 What kind of medicine did you boil?"

Xiao Xun grinned and said: "Isn't this disciple going out of the temple tomorrow? I specially made some self-defense medicine."

Xiao Xun didn't say what specific medicine, he knew that Master Xuan Chi's uncle had a very good nose, and he could know it just by smelling it.

Xuan Chi didn't ask any further questions, walked into the hall of the Buddhist monastery, handed the package and long stick to Xiao Xun, and said, "I prepared this for you." "Thank you, uncle."

Xiao Xun quickly thanked him, a little curious about the contents of the package.

"There is a letter in the package, take a look." Xuan Chi ordered.

"Letter? Okay." Xiao Xun was surprised, then opened the package and found two monk robes, three jade bottles, and a letter inside.Pick up the letter, open it...

With a glance, Xiao Xun was stunned.

Great Dan.

Xuan Chi actually let him secretly carry a Great Return Pill.

This task is too heavy!

After reading it, Xiao Xun took out the torch, lit an oil lamp, and burned the letter paper to ashes. "Don't worry about it too much."

Xuan Chi said softly, "Senior Brother Xuan Ji is here this time, it is enough to handle everything." Xiao Xun nodded and said: "I understand." But he felt a little nervous.

If Xuan Ji is really that powerful, why do you ask me to secretly bring an extra Da Huan Dan?

Aren't you worried that Xuan Ji won't be able to keep the Great Returning Pill?

By the way, what does Da Huan Dan taste like?

Have I eaten it? .

Chapter 69 It's boring, I thought it was lust and caution [7/10 first order]

"Here are two new monk robes, a righteousness pill, and a bottle of golden sore medicine..." Xuan Chi introduced. "Oh, thank you, Master Uncle."

Xiao Xun looked at the other things in the package, feeling warm in his heart.

"As for this eyebrow-level stick, it's for your self-defense." Xuan Chi said, thinking that when Hui Wu came back, he could teach him a stick method.

"Disciple understands." Xiao Xun grinned.

Xuan Chi nodded, and then told him about the affairs outside.

Xiao Xun listened, and he didn't mind nagging, he just felt that his heart was very warm.

When Xuan Chi left, the sky had already completely darkened.

After Xiao Xun closed the Zen door, he stood in the courtyard with a stick in his hand, recalling the content of the crazy stick technique in his mind, and began to practice.

After one pass.

Xiao Xun looked at the eyebrow-level stick in his hand, shook his head, and said to himself: "It's too light, and too brittle." When he just practiced, he always had a feeling that the stick would break in the next moment.

If he hadn't intentionally controlled his strength, the eyebrow-leveling stick would have broken if he had just started.

Also, it's too light.

"Have a chance, build a stick that's harder and heavier."

The next day, the sky was misty.

Xiao Xun, dressed in new monk clothes, carrying a package on his back, with a yellow wooden Buddhist bead in his left hand and a brow-level stick in his right, walked slowly outside the Shaolin Temple.

"Senior Brother Hui Wu." The two disciples of the Hui generation guarding the gate of the temple looked at Xiao Xun and greeted him familiarly.

Xiao Xun nodded slightly, feeling a little disappointed.

With my appearance, I should definitely be the best in Shaolin Temple, but the monks along the way seemed to turn a blind eye.

Fengshen is like jade, it seems to be of no use in Shaolin Temple.

Actually think about it.

Where is Shaolin Temple?

Monk nest.

Who the hell would care about whether a monk looks good or not?

What everyone values ​​is mostly the cultivation talent.

Even Xiao Xun himself hoped that he would be a talented and handsome monk, rather than a simple handsome monk.

Waited outside the temple for a while.

More than [-] people including Xuan Ji, the head of the Bodhidharma Academy, Xuan Kong, the head of the Zhike Academy, and Zhang Cuifeng came together. When they came to Xiao Xun's side, Xuan Kong, the head of the Zhike Academy, stopped.

"You are Hui Wu"? "Xuankong asked with a smile.

Xiao Xun nodded and said: "Disciple Huiwu, I have seen two master uncles."

"That's right." Xuankong looked at Xiao Xun, and said with a light smile, "If I knew you were so good-looking, I should have taken you to Zhike Yuan early in the morning." "Eh..." Xiao Xun smiled shyly.

Song Qinglun glanced at Xiao Xun, a bit of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

This little monk is prettier than him!

Most of the team in Shaolin Temple are disciples of Hui family from Bodhidharma Academy.

Other than the head seat Xuan Kong, the Zhike Academy sent the monk Yuanqiu, the deacon in yellow, and two other disciples of the Hui generation.

Xiao Xun took a look at the group of elite disciples from the Bodhidharma Academy, and mingled with the white-clothed monks from the Zhike Academy very tactfully.

"Hui Wu, are you interested in joining Zhikeyuan?" Yuanqiu asked with a low smile.

"It doesn't matter to me, as long as you can convince Master Xuan Chi, Master Uncle." Xiao Xun shrugged.

Although he has not mastered martial arts, Xiao Xun is confident that he is the No.

Yuanqiu smiled, but he really wanted to draw Xiao Xun into Zhikeyuan, but he also knew that although Xiao Xun was not good at cultivation, his talent in medicine and pharmacology was rarely matched.

After coming down the mountain.

More than twenty fine horses came into view.

This was Xiao Xun's first time riding a horse, so it was a bit of a novelty for a while.

Following the example of others, Xiao Xun jumped on the back of the horse, and found that the horse under his crotch was quite docile. "Let's go."

Xuan Ji gave an order, and a group of people galloped along the mountain road.

The road was quite quiet, basically no one spoke.

Xiao Xun's heart also gradually calmed down, and a sentence came to mind: When he was a young man in fresh clothes and angry horses, he lived up to his youth and knew how to do it.

Isn't the current self at the time when he is in his prime.

Xiao Xun's originally drooping neck straightened up, and for a moment he exuded a bit of high spirits.

Traveling all the way in a hurry, in the evening, the group came to a small town.

"Let's rest here for the night."

Xuankong, the head of Zhike Academy, suggested.

It is not suitable for traveling at night.

"it is good."

Zhang Cuifeng nodded.

There is still some time before the 160th birthday of my master Zhang Zhenren, so there is no need to hurry.

Afterwards, the group stayed at an inn in the center of the town.

"Hui Wu, you live with us." Yuanqiu invited with a smile.

"" v good. "

Xiao Xun nodded.

As a monk, it makes no difference who you live with.

Anyway, everyone is a martial artist, and they either sleep on their heads at night, or practice cross-legged.

After dinner, Xiao Xun returned to his room, stood in front of the window, and saw Song Qinglun and his party going out in style, feeling a little envious.

"If I grow my hair, I will definitely be much more handsome than him."

Xiao Xun secretly said, he is extremely confident in his appearance in this life.

"Where do you think they are going?" The two white-clothed Hui people from Zhikeyuan also stood in front of the window and asked with a smile.

Along the way, Xiao Xun had a brief exchange with these two people, and knew that the person who spoke was called Huizhi, and the other was called Huiren.

"Brother knows?"

Xiao Xun asked back, with curiosity in his eyes.

Huizhi clasped his hands together and said leisurely: "The place they are going to belongs to the forbidden area of ​​Buddhism."

Xiao Xun raised his eyebrows lightly, pretending not to understand, and said, "This small town is also forbidden by the Buddhist sect (Get Qian Zhao)?"

Both Huizhi and Huiren laughed.

"If we go, we will break the precept." Huiren reminded vaguely.

"Oh." Xiao Xun let out a soft voice, and asked in a deep voice, "What precept did you break?"

"Eh..." For a moment, Huizhi and Huiren were stunned.

"What else can I quit? Gambling." Huizhi scratched his bald head.

Xiao Xun curled his lips, it was boring, he thought it was lust and abstinence.

"They are all elite disciples of the Zhenwu Sect. Why do they all like to gamble?"

Xiao Xun was a little puzzled.

"That's not true." Hui Zhi laughed, "When I was feeding the horses just now, I heard Donor Song say that he has practiced a small method of teleporting objects, and he wants to go to the casino to try his kung fu."

"Teleportation?"

A bit of envy flashed in Xiao Xun's eyes.

If you can move objects from a distance, when betting on size, wouldn't it be what time you want? .

Chapter 70 Lost yourself? 【8/10 first order】

The night is getting darker.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the window, waking Xiao Xun who was in meditation. "Three footsteps, Song Qinglun didn't come back."

There was a strange look in Xiao Xun's eyes, and he heard that the footsteps belonged to the three disciples of the Zhenwu Sect. "It has nothing to do with me."

Xiao Xun dispelled the curiosity in his heart, closed his eyes, and continued to practice breathing.