The master who came out of the real world

Chapter 108: Qiu Ancestor’s direct inheritance
Chen Xiong doubted whether his luck had changed for the better.

"It's not such a coincidence, is it?"

He carried two buckets of water and walked to the entrance of the cave. Looking at the blurred writing on it, he felt a little dazed. Could it be that this is the 'Qiu Jiu Guan'?
To be honest, if Chen Xiong came to find this small place with no name, no location, and not even a Taoist temple, maybe he would not have any clues after staying in Taihe Mountain for a year or so.

But now he really came across it.

He even met the nominal head of the 'Wu-Tang Clan'.

"It can only be said that even in Taihe Mountain, there are not many Taoist priests who are really capable. As long as you can meet one, with a little luck and patience, you can squeeze into this small circle."

After pausing at the door for such a short time, Zhang Laodao had already walked in, and Yoyo said: "Why, don't you come in?"

Well, it seems that helping to fetch water is effective.

Chen Xiong followed him into the cave. This should be a natural cave. It was dry and large inside, but it was very simple. He even saw a kerosene lamp on the table that he had only used in the countryside when he was a child.

Putting the bucket aside, Lao Dao took out a plastic lighter from nowhere, lit the stove, and killed the fish swiftly.

Six lake fish, which were either larger or smaller than a palm, were rubbed with some oil by the veteran, and soon there was a scent of fish meat mixed with oil in the air.

When the fish was ready, the old man took out a red plastic bag from a corner, which contained some dried handmade noodles, which looked not very fresh.

"How much do you eat?"

The old Taoist suddenly asked, and Chen Xiong sneered: "Taoist Master, you're welcome, don't worry about me."

Zhang Laodao ignored him, and ordered a bowl of clear noodle soup from the frying pan with the fish just now. The amount was very small, about half a bowl of noodle shop, and then he ate it on his own.

But he didn’t forget Chen Xiong and gave him three fish.

It was a bit like a crucian carp with a small mouth. Chen Xiong took a bite and found it was quite fragrant without a strong fishy smell. He simply chewed up the meat and bones and swallowed it, leaving only the fish head without the entrance.

Just a little cushion for the stomach.

However, the Longmen Sect should theoretically prohibit meat and meat. He hesitated for a while, but couldn't help asking: "Don't Taoist priests keep the precepts?"

"Whether you keep the precepts or not, what are you doing?"

The old man ate the plain noodles in a few mouthfuls, and then slowly ate the fish meat. Flying up and down with his chopsticks, the meat of the three fish was removed, leaving only the skeleton.

But after a while, the old Taoist explained: "If you don't eat fish, you will die quickly."

Well, the reason is indeed very good. It is quite difficult to resist without some protein intake in this environment.

Chen Xiong glanced at the river fish that he had eaten, thought for a while, took out some emergency beef jerky from his backpack, and handed it over: "Master Daoist, do you want some beef jerky?"

"beef?"

The old Taoist raised his eyelids, shook his head and refused: "No, the poor Taoist still has to observe the precepts."

Chen Xiong: .
Well, it seems that Taoist Zhang also has relatively flexible standards for observing the precepts.

Chen Xiong simply chewed some beef jerky by himself, Zhang Laodao also washed some fruit, and ate in silence. At the same time, he played with a pair of iron fitness balls in his hands, but it was different from ordinary people playing with their palms. The old Taoist rubbed his fingers back and forth, getting faster and faster.

"you"

The two iron beads in the hands of the old Taoist stopped suddenly, and he held them in the palm of his hand: "You said that you got a Taiji booklet annotated by the seniors of the Longmen School. I wonder which senior it is?"

Chen Xionggang stared at Tiezhu for a while, this should be some kind of exercise for the flexibility of fingers, he was asked suddenly, and he sorted out his words: "When I was working in the provincial sports team, I saw Ben Longmen in the archives room. The secret book, I thought it was very interesting, so I practiced it and felt that I had learned something. There is a photo of Zhang Qijiu, the Taoist leader of the Longmen School of Taihe Mountain in the file, so I came to Taihe Mountain to see if I can further study one time."

After speaking, he turned out the photos in the phone and showed Zhang Laodao a look.

Looking at it, Zhang Laodao in front of him was somewhat similar to the middle-aged Taoist priest in the photo.

"That's it."

Zhang Laodao stared at the photo on the phone for a while, then turned the iron ball in his hand again, pondered for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "Pindao remembers that this booklet was exchanged for 2000 yuan back then. A small Taoist temple was set up in Taihe Mountain, and it turned out."

It seems that the right owner has been found.

"Taoist Master, this is fate!" Chen Xiong quietly drew closer to each other.

"Ha ha."

Zhang Laodao laughed, but didn't say much: "Is it the Eight-Part Vajra Kung Fu or the Tai Chi Technique? You said you have practiced something. You should be successful in breathing and breathing techniques. You are a beginner in Neijia Quan. Although I am a poor Taoist in the mountains. I have wasted many years, but I still have some real ability.”

I don't know if it's because of the secret book of Longmen, or Chen Xiongchang's likability, Zhang Laodao's expression is also a little softer, without the previous attitude of not being close to strangers, a little more human.

"Uh, not all of them."

Chen Xiong thought about it for a while: "Although I don't quite understand the Eight Parts Vajra Kung Fu and Tai Chi, but this time I mainly want to ask for advice on the cultivation method of the hard kung fu iron cloth shirt."

"Longmen iron cloth shirt."

He added another sentence.

"Longmen Tiebushan? Are there still people practicing this stupid kung fu?"

Zhang Laodao was also very surprised: "Have you practiced? What are you trying to do? You have a thick skin after practicing?"

Chen Xiong: .
If it weren’t for your age!

"Ahem, I practiced military hard qigong for a while, and felt a little wrong. Later, I heard that military hard qigong has something to do with iron cloth shirts, so I decided to take a look."

Chen Xiong blurred the connection a bit, and explained it.

"Oh, Pindao had heard of this back then."

The old Taoist calmed down and said, "Military Hard Qigong is a quick-fix method created by some seniors who combined a lot of hard skills. It should also contain something from Iron Cloth Shirt."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Laodao became silent instead, as if he was thinking about something.

"Taoist? Daoist?"

On the contrary, Chen Xiong was a little surprised why the Taoist priest was so surprised by the iron cloth shirt: "Isn't this the hard work of Taoism as famous as the golden bell cover? It shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"No, it's just useless, it's a skill on the battlefield."

The old Taoist came back to his senses, his eyes lowered slightly: "Don't listen to those bald donkeys bragging about invulnerability to guns and guns, invulnerability to fire and water, kung fu is good kung fu, but it's not that magical. Ordinary sticks and blades can resist for a while. With a sharp knife in his hand, he can kill you in one fell swoop."

Chen Xiong: .
"And you can't catch the door if you practice hard skills."

The old Taoist explained a few sentences: "What kind of golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt are actually the kung fu of wearing armor, which is useful on the battlefield. Without wearing armor, it is useless to practice."

"Do you know Li Cunxiao? For thousands of years, he has been the best in hard skills. He is one of the Thirteen Taibos who practiced kung fu that shocked the past and the present. If he wears strong armor and is strong-willed, he will be able to defeat thousands of enemies in the world. He can rush into battle and kill enemies as easily as drinking water."

Zhang Laodao smiled: "But even this kind of person, without armor, will still die. After many years, no one will work hard to practice this kind of kung fu, and people without talent will not be able to practice hard kung fu. "

Chen Xiong subconsciously glanced at the words "Longmen Iron Cloth Shirt (Disabled)" on the panel. After thinking about it again, he probably understood why the military hard qigong was so crude.

At the same time, I was also a little lucky, thanks to the fact that I didn't follow the practice method on the Internet and just rubbed hard against the door.

"The Taoist master doesn't know this kind of kung fu, does he?"

Chen Xiong felt a little pity. Hearing this posture, could it be that the Longmen Tiebu shirt has been lost?

"Well, Pindao has never practiced. Hard work will hurt your body and mind. Pindao still wants to live a few more years."

The old Taoist replied leisurely: "But the poor Taoist knows how to practice."

Oh?
Chen Xiong's eyes lit up.

"The Qijiu Temple where the poor Taoist is located is passed down from Longmen. Although it is small, it is also the direct descendant of Qiu Zu. It is the real sect. Naturally, the training method of Longmen iron cloth shirt has been passed down."

The old Taoist said calmly: "Whether it's cultivation methods, or internal and external application of secret medicine, everything is available, and all have inheritance."

"Daoist, see if I can"

Chen Xiong rubbed his palms together, with a cute and sincere face.

"Are you rich?" Zhang Laodao asked suddenly.

"what?"

Chen Xiong was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously replied: "It's a little bit."

"Is it worth 100 million?"

Chen Xiong took out his ears to make sure he heard correctly, and couldn't help laughing: "Taoist Priest, do you think I look like a million dollars?!"

Zhang Laodao pursed his mouth and didn't answer.

"Besides, what is 100 million? I can become a lifetime VIP when I go to the Tallinn Temple. Maybe other people's 72 stunts can be opened for me to see."

Chen Xiong squinted his eyes: "If you can't make an iron cloth shirt, it would be pretty good to practice the golden bell cover. How about 3 yuan? I can help the Taoist master decorate your cave."

"Ah."

Zhang Laodao drooped his eyelids: "Do you understand the importance of Qiu Zu's direct inheritance? If Lao Dao doesn't want to rebuild the Qijiu Temple."

"But that's not how you pull wool."

Chen Xiong spread his hands: "Daoist, you just said that the iron cloth shirt is a stupid skill, how can it be sold at this price, 5 incense, it can't be more."

Zhang Laodao: You are hasty, you forgot to fool people like those bald donkeys!
"Hey, there is still something to say about the skill of Longmen Tiebushan."

Zhang Laodao coughed lightly and handed the two iron pills in his hand to Chen Xiong: "You can try to squeeze it, can't you? This is the most powerful martial art. There was a powerful ancestor who practiced Longmen Iron Cloth Shirt to the point of pinching." In the realm where iron is turned into clay, one arm can exert a thousand kilograms of strength in one swing. Think about it, this is such a magical skill."

Chen Xiong weighed the iron pill in his hand, and curiously began to exert force.

"Crack, click, click."

Suddenly, there was a sound of grinding teeth in the cave, and even one or two sparks popped up.

Zhang Laodao stopped to explain, and subconsciously looked at Chen Xiong.

Chen Xiong's face was red, his brows were slightly furrowed, there were faint veins popping out in his neck, the muscles on his arms were coiled, and he pressed his palms downward.

"Whoo~"

As the violent heartbeat began to normalize, Chen Xiong exhaled hot air suddenly, and a layer of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"No, how can people turn iron into mud."

Chen Xiong spread his palms and shook his head: "Don't fool me, Daoist, I just have some money, but it's really not much, but if you can support installment payment, I'd like to raise the price a little bit."

The contact surface of the two iron pellets was obviously sunken by a distance of about half a centimeter, and there were traces of severe friction.

But that's all.

Zhang Laodao opened his mouth: "."!
Chen Xiong glanced at the iron ball that was not very round, and rubbed it in the palm of his hand, it was a bit irritating to the hand, and it would take some effort to make it round.

"During this period of time, I didn't eat well in Taihe Mountain. I didn't have food in my stomach and my hands were weak. Otherwise, I should have more strength, but that's all."

Zhang Laodao: "."?
Chen Xiong handed back the two iron pellets: "Daoist, I already said that I have practiced something, and I am not a noob who doesn't know anything, so don't fool me, the iron cloth shirt is just a stupid kung fu. You are cheaper, teach me."

(End of this chapter)