The master who came out of the real world

Chapter 109 The extent of the legend

Zhang Laodao took the two iron pills and was a little silent.

The iron pill was heavy in the hand, and it didn't feel much different from the previous one, but when you handled it, it felt completely different.

A little dry.

"Taoist? Daoist?"

Chen Xiong whispered a few words: "Discuss?"

"you"

Zhang Laodao came back to his senses for a while, and the way he looked at Chen Xiong changed.

"Discuss, discuss what?"

The old man's eyes brightened slightly.

"Cheaper?"

"Ha ha."

The old Taoist put the iron pellets back into his sleeves, his expression calm: "This pair of iron pellets are old items, although they are not worth much, but they have been handed down for three generations in the family, and they have existed for decades, and they can be regarded as a thought of the poor. "

Chen Xiong: "." Wait, what do you mean?
"Besides, I didn't expect that the layman's kung fu has reached such an extent. In terms of the level of internal training alone, Taiheshan is the best. Apart from you, I can't think of anyone else."

Zhang Laodao was silent for a while: "Have you really achieved this level by relying on the eight Vajra Kung Fu and Tai Chi techniques in that booklet?"

"Well, it should be considered. I usually like the Babu Vajra Kung Fu, and I have to practice it several times a day."

Chen Xiong thought for a while, and aside from cheats, these two skills were indeed quite good.

"Then you must be born with supernatural power."

The old Taoist nodded affirmatively, and made a conclusion: "If you are an ordinary practitioner, the iron cloth shirt is just a stupid kung fu, and if you practice it, it will be like a pearl dusted in dust. It is not very useful. But for you, it is different. Iron cloth shirt is a skill that cannot be exchanged for a thousand gold."

"Don't think Pindao is lying to you, just wait a moment."

Zhang Laodao got up slowly, rummaged around the stove, and then took out a somewhat dark object from the jar in the corner.

It was greasy and smelled like rapeseed oil.

The old man didn't mind being dirty, he carefully held the object in his hand, dripped oil for a while, and then returned to Chen Xiong: "This is also a secret treasure of this temple."

Secret treasure?

Chen Xiong subconsciously looked at it, and it didn't look like a treasure. Instead, it was a piece of iron with a strange shape, or two iron balls were fused together by some means, and the connection was very distorted.

There are still some sunken marks on the iron ball, which are not very regular.

It looks a bit abstract.

Chen Xiong glanced at it twice, suddenly a little surprised: "Master Daoist, is this thing real or fake?"

"Ha ha."

Zhang Laodao handed this object to Chen Xiong: "Layman, be careful, this is a really old object that has been handed down for hundreds of years."

Chen Xiong took the iron block, which was heavy and made of solid iron material. He put it in his palm and looked at it for a while, then subconsciously buckled his five fingers upwards.

They fit perfectly, and even with Chen Xiong's physique, his fingers were slightly thinner than the dent.

"Is that impossible?"

Chen Xiong blinked. If the iron block was not fake, then the two iron balls might have been forcibly pinched together with the palm of someone's hand.

Does the legendary iron turning into clay really exist? !

Chen Xiong rubbed the oil stains on it with his fingers. The surface was a little rough, but some blurred fingerprint lines could be seen in the finger prints. Although there were some weathered traces, it gave people a very natural feeling.

Kneading iron to leave a mark, grasping iron to make mud, if this old man didn't use fake means to deceive himself, then the iron block in front of him may really prove the real existence of that level of kung fu.

But this is not scientific at all!
Chen Xiong frowned: "Taoist Priest, which master left this legacy?"

No wonder Chen Xiong didn't believe in the two iron balls in front of him. Although it was outrageous to hold the iron balls into clay, he could barely touch the threshold, but it was still far from the exaggeration that the two iron balls in front of him were nearly half melted together. far.

This is a question of mechanics.

But it is too exaggerated to pinch the iron to leave marks, or even leave a complete finger print on the iron beads. This is already a question of metaphysics.

Just like it is difficult for ordinary adults to crush a walnut with their hands, even a child has enough strength to crush two walnuts in their palms, which involves the hardness of a material.

If you can pinch iron and leave a mark, at least the skin of this person's fingers is harder than iron.

It's a bit outrageous, does this mean that the iron cloth shirt can make the human body reach this level?
"I don't know, the transmission time is too long, it's hard to confirm with just a few words."

Zhang Laodao took the iron piece from Chen Xiong's hand and carefully put it back into the oil tank on the stove without even washing it.

This time, Chen Xiong saw clearly that the oil for cooking just now seemed to be taken from that jar.

It can only be said that it is not clean, and you will not get sick if you eat it.

"This item is valuable, and no one wants it for ten yuan; it is worthless, but one hundred thousand or one million can't buy such a secret treasure."

Zhang Laodao pondered: "Some elders said that it was left by Chongyang Daoist, some said it was left by Qiu Zu, and some said it was left by an elder who practiced Longmen iron cloth shirt. Anyway, it has been passed down for more than 500 years. Soak it in sesame oil and offer it, so that it can be passed on to the poor."

Said and glanced at Chen Xiong: "Are you not moved?"

Chen Xiong frowned, and asked back: "Can the Longmen iron cloth shirt reach this level?"

"Look at people."

Zhang Laodao thought for a while: "Taihe Mountain Master Zhang should be able to do it, but it is too far away. Now the entire Taihe Mountain, I am afraid that the surname Zhong can't do it to your level."

"You are born with supernatural power, so you should be able to do it."

"I have no money."

Chen Xiong spread his hands: "Master, you want the lion to open its mouth, I really can't help it."

Zhang Laodao rolled the iron beads in his hands for a while, and said in a deep voice: "It's okay if you don't charge money, you inherit the incense of the Seven Nine Temples of the Poor Dao, and the Longmen Iron Cloth Shirt cannot be passed on to you."

"Real Taoist priests and fake Taoist priests?" Chen Xiong thought for a moment and asked.

As long as you don't go out, it's not impossible to be a Taoist priest for a short time, just to experience the life of practice.

"What do you say?"

Zhang Laodao glanced at him: "Cultivate Taoism, observe the precepts, and prohibit marriage."

"Sorry, I'm the only one in the family, and I can't leave the house."

Chen Xiong resolutely refused: "There are still many inheritances of the Longmen Sect in the secular world, and the three major ancestral families should also have corresponding inheritances. If the Taoist priest can't do it conveniently, I can't force it. Tomorrow, I will make up some incense for the Taoist priest, and I will go back to the scenic spot." , can be regarded as a fate."

Although he is handsome and has special skills, it is impossible for everyone to love him, and if he makes a slight move, others will offer the secret method with both hands.

It's a pity that he didn't get what he wanted, but he can't be a villain, nor can he be taken advantage of, so we can only discuss it later.

"Oh."

Zhang Laodao didn't say much: "It's getting late, the layman should find a place to rest by himself."

After finishing speaking, the old Taoist slowly cleaned up the table, and then sat cross-legged on one side, probably practicing Taoism.

Chen Xiong: .
It's not even eight o'clock yet, and that's not how you maintain your health.

Besides, I just exerted my strength, and my stomach is still a little hungry.

Chen Xiong chewed some more beef jerky. After a while, Zhang Laodao slowly stood up, walked to an open area in the cave, put up a posture, and as soon as he joined hands, he knew that it was the Eight Parts of Vajra Kung Fu.

"Oh?"

Chen Xiong raised his spirits, chewing the dried beef with a 'Kaka', while preparing to see how the master of the Longmen School practiced the Babu Vajra Kung Fu.

Once, twice, three times.

It is slower than when Chen Xiong practices by himself, and some movements are performed more times, but the rhythm of breathing seems to be better, and there is a charm in it, revealing a kind of vitality.

【You have just watched the practice of the Eight Parts of Vajra Kungfu, and you seem to understand something】

[Eight Vajra Skill Experience +1]

Skill: Eight Diamond Skills Level 2 (17% rough skin)

Chen Xiong nodded, it seems that the Taoist master's attainments in the Eight Parts Vajra Kung Fu should be slightly better than him.

It would be great to gain some experience in whoring this time.

After Zhang Laodao slowly recuperated his kung fu and breathed out his breath, Chen Xiong couldn't help but said: "Master Daoist, I have some questions about the Eight Parts Vajra Kung Fu, I wonder if I can ask you for advice?"

"Well, layman, please tell me."

Zhang Laodao didn't feel unhappy because of Chen Xiong's rejection just now, but his attitude was the same, with drooping eyelids and no expression.

Chen Xiong organized the language: "I practiced the Eight Parts of Vajra Kung Fu at Taiziyan in Taizi Cave yesterday morning, and somehow I felt that I had clearly realized it, but at that moment, I no longer had this feeling in the subsequent practice. , I don’t know if this is an illusion, or some chance?”

"Could it be that there is really spiritual energy on Taihe Mountain?"

Hearing Chen Xiong's question, Zhang Laodao's rare expression changed a few times, and he paused for a while before he spoke uncertainly: "If what the layman said is true, then you may have really collected 'Qi'. "

(End of this chapter)