Chapter 245 The fat master reads strictly

The next morning, the morning light appeared slightly. In his sleep, Yang Jing saw himself holding a three-foot Zen stick, killing Fang Yugui crying and begging for mercy. He vaguely heard a voice in his ears urging anxiously: "Brother, wake up!"

Yang Jing opened his eyes reluctantly and saw a young monk standing by the bed with a nervous face and shouting at himself. He yawned lazily and complained, "What did you want me to do? It's still early for you."

"Is it still early?" The little monk opened his eyes wide and said, "Master and I have been up for more than an hour. Brother, get up quickly. Master is waiting for you to wash and have a good breakfast to practice.

"What kind of skills can he practice for me, Dragon Claw Hand?" Yang Jing asked curiously.

"You are so beautiful. How can you be as lazy as you? If you want to learn dragon claws, you have to perform well. Get up soon."

Yang Jing looked at what the little monk said and couldn't help laughing, "It's not that hard. I admit that he is my master. He just admits that I'm his apprentice. Just teach his disciples the best kung fu." As he said that, he turned over and wanted to sleep.

The little monk said urgently, "No, you must come with me today, otherwise the master will blame you!"

Yang Jing was gradually sleepy by him. Seeing that he would never leave if he didn't drag himself up from **, he sat up and said, "Okay, I know. Isn't it just morning exercise? It's so troublesome!"

After hastily washing and having breakfast, the little monk is going to the Yunting in the back mountain of Shaolin.

At this time, the mountains are thick, and the low peaks and forests are cloudy and foggy. The morning breeze is soft, all kinds of rare birds are singing, and countless strange flowers and grass are blooming all over the mountain.

The two walked out of the room. This time, it only took half an hour to reach, but they saw that the forest was still lush and infinitely beautiful.

A small slope along the mountain road presents a huge mountain villa in front of it. From afar, there are many dangerous buildings, and there are thousands of flying beams. In front of the villa is a small blue lake, but all kinds of rare birds and animals are leisurely bathed in the morning glow.

Yang Jing walked side by side with the little monk. The little monk didn't know how many times he had seen these scenes before. Yang Jing was inevitably overwhelmed when he saw them for the first time, and his footsteps slowed down frequently.

The little monk did not urge, but it was like an eye behind his head, always maintaining a three or four-step distance from Yang Jing.

Jiaoshe pointed to the villa and said, "Little one, that's Yunting." Then he looked at Yang Jing, who was obsessed in front of him, and whispered to his ear, "You have to come here at this time every day from today, you know? I won't call you anymore."

After another walk, the mountain is getting higher and higher, but the scenery on both sides is more elegant. The pines and green cypresses on both sides of the gravel-paved mountain path are straight into the sky, and looking up at the lush branches and leaves are like inserting into the clouds. The quiet song of birds kept coming from the woods. Occasionally, a few unknown beasts emerged from the grass under their feet and disappeared behind the rocks in an instant.

Although the mountain road is quite long, Yang Jing is not difficult to walk. Instead, he feels that there is a thick warm current in his body, which makes him as light as a swallow, but he can't control the warm current, so he has to let it go.

At the end of the mountain road, a towering pavilion stands on the top of a small peak, surrounded by colorful clouds, as if in a fairyland.

The little monk took Yang Jing to stop in front of an ancestral hall, and the two disciples at the door bowed together and said, "Go in!"

The little monk nodded and walked into the ancestral hall. Yang Jing hurriedly followed in, where the candles were burning and the incense was strong. In the middle of the hall, there is a golden Buddha statue, which is very solemn.

"Why did you come now?" Yang Jing looked at the sound. I saw a fat monk meditating, squinting, and not looking at Yang Jing and others.

Seeing this, Yang Jing smiled. This guy really looks like a master.

"Master, it has been brought." The little monk said devoutly.

"Okay, you go back." Fang Yuan waved his hand after saying that.

"Come with me."

Yang Jing had to follow up to see what happened.

He ran all the way into the inner room and saw books, and the books on the piles of bookshelves were almost above his head.

Yang Jing looked at those books and thought to himself, "These will not be the secrets of the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple. This fat monk may not like to tell me, so he let me read them by myself. Fortunately, my mother taught me to read a lot of words before, otherwise I would have made a fool of myself.

How did you know that the fat monk said indifferently, "These are the treasures of the Shaolin Temple in the past year. You can learn these Buddhist scriptures first." He pointed to a bookshelf and gave Yang Jing a look.

Yang Jing looked at the books and asked, "No, Master, will you let me read these books?"

Fang Yuan nodded and Yang Jing shouted, "I want to learn kung fu from you!" Are you wrong? Don't waste my youth."

When he asked him to digest all these stacks of books, Yang Jing's head suddenly became bigger again.

The fat monk said, "Kung fu needs to be learned, and books need to be read!"

"I don't read!" Yang Jing said angrily and vaguely felt that he had been fooled by this fat monk. I didn't like him at the beginning, but now I finally regret it.

The fat monk said, "Change the formula for a page of the book."

When Yang Jing heard the words, he suddenly felt hope and discussed, "There are at least dozens of sentences in a page of the book, but there are too few formulas to change, right?"

Fang Yuan shook his head and said, "A lot!"

"Two sentences?"

Fang Yuan ignored him. Yang Jing shouted, "I'm going down the mountain. I won't learn!" I thought that it was a very ** place to enter Shaolin. I practiced my work all day long, the bells and drums in the morning and evening, and the harvest was tiring. Now it's called studying! Yang Jing is really a pervert.

Fang Yuan didn't even raise his eyelids and said, "It's up to you."

Yang Jingru got an amnesty and strode towards the door. Unexpectedly, he walked through the threshold, but Fang Yuan still did not respond. He stood there and thought for a moment, turned around and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, just one sentence, don't play tricks this time!"

Condition nodded and said, "It's a deal!"

Yang Jing snorted and did not answer.

Fang Yuan turned to the two disciples outside the door and said, "You urge him to study. If he doesn't understand, you can tell him. I have taught the secret every day after dinner.

The two disciples answered cheerfully, "Yes, master!"

This is the first time in his life that he has read such a book for a long time, and it is a school of rules. In fact, Yang Jing gambled such a breath in his heart. The more he felt that the fat monk deliberately made things difficult for him, which aroused Yang Jing's competitive heart. After all, he was only an 18-year-old teenager.

After dinner, the little monk cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and Fang Yuan sat at the table to teach Yang Jing's results for an afternoon. Yang Jing had the intention to fight in front of Fang Yuan. Nine hundred and ninety door rules did not hit a snail, fluently from head to end.

Fang Yuan still had no expression, but stunned the little monk. His face was full of admiration and he said enviously, "My little brother is really awesome. I remember so much in an afternoon. When I studied the rules of this school, it took me a whole month. Saying that, he shook his head with admiration.

Yang Jing glanced at Fang Yuan and said in his heart, "Fat monk, do you know that the young master is not so difficult?" But he said, "This bullshit door rule is smelly and long. In my opinion, it's okay not to do it."

The little monk was shocked and said, "Brother, you can't say that. It's all for your own good."

Yang Jing hummed, "Am I wrong? I said, Master, although you are great, every word you say may not be right. For example, the third rule of this school: Don't form a demon path, as if you are saying that the demons are irreconsiderate and you can't interact with each other. But are there no good people in the devil's way? Will there be no scum in the right way? I'm the first to believe it! Another example is the second one: love the same door. If I see that my fellow family is doing evil, I also want to love first? Or according to Article 191 of the door rule: punish evil and destroy relatives righteous? It's simply bullshit and contradictory!"

The square circle does not answer, and the expression is still calm.

And the little monk on one side didn't say anything about him, and he couldn't say a word even if he opened his mouth a few times. Privately, I felt that what Yang Jing said was not unreasonable, but I vaguely felt that what he said was not right. But I don't know what the problem is. But no matter what, where can there be a disciple who has only been at the beginning for half a day to arrange the rules of this door?

In fact, Fang Yuan naturally knew that Yang Jing was being unreasonable and secretly changing concepts, but he did not say it, but said lightly, "The rules are good, but the bad ones are people's hearts."

Yang Jing was stunned, with a thoughtful look on his face.

The little monk said, "But Master, the little brother is really amazing. He recited all the 36 pages of door rules in one afternoon."

Yang Jing smiled and said, "That means that you are going to pass me thirty-six heart formulas tonight."

Fang Yuan said, "You may not understand it on your back, and it's more difficult to do it."

Yang Jing stared at Fang Yuan and said, "Fat monk, you won't believe it, will you?"

"The monks don't talk about slander." Fang Yuan finished talking and threw out a book without a cover and said, "You can experience it yourself. I hope you can get inspiration from reading the scriptures today."

In fact, Fangyuan is a different way. He simply doesn't explain anything to his disciples and let them taste it. In this way, those unknown apprentices suffered and thought that the master was self-respecting and refused to teach them with all his heart. Indifferent and unwilling to explain, there will naturally be more and more misunderstandings. Only the rectum like Jieshe has no doubt about the fact that he is a god, but he can deeply understand the three flavors.

Several times after thinking about it, he still couldn't understand the meaning of the strange words in the formula. He wanted to ask Fang Yuan to understand it, but when he thought of the fat monk's appearance that he was indebted, Yang Jing resisted.

Sitting so quietly until the second half of the night, Yang Jing pushed back and forth to prove that he consciously understood the ten ** of thirty-six formulas, and only a few places were particularly puzzled.

He closed his eyes, hugged Dantian with both hands, took a deep breath, and practiced according to the first sentence of the formula, "The heart condenses Dantian rises from the furnace, and the divine thoughts are externalized into Yuankong".

Yang Jing's whole body was relaxed, and his mind was condensed in Dantian. Sure enough, he felt that there was a warm fire inside. He couldn't help but feel happy, but he couldn't feel the distracting thoughts in his life.