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Chapter 167 Prajna Palm (1\2)

Yuan Ci withdrew his right hand, looked at the young man in front of him, fell silent for a while, and said slowly:
"This Prajna palm was created by the eighth generation abbot master of this temple. You must practice diligently every day, and don't let it go to waste..."

"The disciple understands."

Yuanci nodded, and then stepped forward, his body flickered, and he had already appeared more than ten meters away. He nodded and signaled Wang Anfeng to stay where he was, while he calmly rolled up the cuffs of his monk robe, and in the same place, opened the door The palm technique is cast.

At the beginning, it was plain, seemingly very transparent, but it did not show other artistic conceptions such as majesty and majesty. From the plainness, the extraordinary was hidden, and in his mouth he cooperated with every move and style, explaining all the mysterious methods in the palm. The power of the palm is extremely profound, purely in terms of fists and feet, it can be called a master of a generation that has shone through the ages, and at this time, it is natural to put all your heart and soul into it when teaching it to closed disciples, even if it is difficult for ordinary people to understand, it is also clearly understood.

After performing the palm technique several times in a row, the monk slowly regained his momentum.

The state of his practice is the second level of the eight prajnas. The vajra prajna is no less powerful than the vajra prajna. At this time, he only wanted to prevent Wang Anfeng from being affected, so he forcibly suppressed his boxing style. When using boxing techniques, you have to forcibly restrain your own instincts, which is quite difficult, and you actually feel a little mentally exhausted.

Looking up again, Wang Anfeng found that Wang Anfeng had entered the realm of forgetting both things and me. He felt quite comforted in his heart, put his hands together, and opened his mouth with the method of Shaolin Lion's Roar, not to attack the enemy, but to use its subtle kung fu to become a Buddhist door Lei Yin shook his distracting thoughts to help Wang Anfeng comprehend the power of the fist, and recited:

"If you are restless all night long, and your thoughts are flying, how can you subdue them? But if you search for the place where the flying mind is flying, and if there is nowhere to search for it, then where will the flying thoughts exist? If you search for the mind, can you find peace of mind?"

"The wisdom that can illuminate is originally empty, and the object it is attached to is also silent. Those who are silent but not silent are those who cannot be silent. Those who illuminate but are not illuminated are the same as the environment that is not illuminated. The environment and wisdom are all silent, and the mind is safe. Not looking for dust, not staying calm inside, both ways are lost, one is happy, this sentence is the true martial arts of Prajna Palm, remember it."

Wang Anfeng was unconsciously shaken by the sound of thunder, imprinting the subtlety of the boxing in the depths of his consciousness. In the distance, the bronze bell of Shaolin was pulled by the Qi machine of Yuan Ci and roared, and the heavy sound of the bell reverberated on the top of the mountain, washing away the worldly thoughts , starting from Tongren Lane as the center, the sky above the huge Shaoshi Mountain, the clouds cleared and the mist cleared, it was clear and clear, and the clouds, mists and air waves surged into the distance like waves.

A fallen leaf moved because of it, and it rose up with the wind, fluttering in the distance, and when it was about to fall into the abyss, it was pulled by a soft energy and fell into the palm of a slender hand.

The green-clothed scribe played with the fallen leaves casually, realizing the undissipated Buddhist artistic conception on it, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Heh...prajna palm.

His five fingers were slightly loose, and he sat lazily on the bamboo chair again, letting the fallen leaves fall down the cliff and into the stream at the foot of the mountain, causing clear and shallow ripples.

Prajna palm, one of the three major palm techniques in Shaolin 72 unique skills, its profound and subtle, not as good as Mount Sumeru palm, which is as far and near as you want, can store energy in the void, and hide Sumeru in the palm, and it is also stronger than Vajra Palm Under the force, the Great Vajra Palm is abnormally strong, like a Vajra palm, it can strike extremely fierce palm power from a distance.

But the number one in Buddhism is neither the delicate and profound, seemingly firm and soft Mount Sumeru palm, nor the most masculine, strong, thick and sharp Davajra palm, but the plain and ordinary Prajna palm like an old monk preaching sutras.

It is only because his palm strength becomes stronger and stronger as he practices, and his moves become more pure as he practices. There is no end to his learning, and he needs to be completely enlightened and realized as the ultimate emptiness before he can finally succeed. As for the peak, since ancient times, there has never been a master Dare to say that I have really pushed the power of this palm technique to its peak.

The Buddha Dharma is boundless, and the wisdom of the human heart includes the small-level Prajna, the great-level Prajna, and the eight-part Prajna, which are infinite and infinite. The Buddhist principles are explained with martial arts. Since the Buddhist principles are boundless, the power of palming is also infinite.

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Practicing Prajna Palm this day, because Wang Anfeng already had the foundation of Shaolin Kung Fu, and the fundamental internal skill is also a unique skill that Shaolin Temple does not pass on easily, so he got started very quickly, and he only spent four or five hours to learn five of them.

His moves are already extremely exquisite, and he is even more good at changing energy. He has excellent skills in close combat and volley palm strength, which are far beyond the comparison of the Shaolin Changquan he learned before.

After that, Wang Anfeng took a nap for several hours in this Shaolin Temple to recover his energy.

Wu Changqing knew that he practiced advanced martial arts, so he made a lot of medicinal food with nourishing qi and nourishing medicines. His inner strength attainment is not shallow, and he has not been able to pass the third-rank dragon gate. In Taoism, it is said that he is still refining After turning gas, his appetite increased, but he ate all of them.

After eating and drinking enough, Wang Anfeng looked at the stacked dishes on the table in front of him, saw that the inside was clean and there was not a single residue left, and his face was slightly dazed.

Food intake...has increased again.

The boy subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed the purse at his waist.

His sight gradually became more dignified.

If it weren't for the Shaolin Temple, even if the librarian's salary is quite generous, it might not be enough to eat.

Wang Anfeng... are you a pig?
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On the second day, in Fengzi Building.

Wang Anfeng turned to Fengzilou, a miscellaneous travelogue dedicated to Pao Ding's lineage, and found an explanation of the appetite of various martial artists in it, his eyes lit up, and then his expression became a little dazed. On his lap, he didn't notice it, and only murmured:

"The amount of food... has exceeded the normal eight products..."

"And, it will go up..."

In Shaolin Temple.

Wu Changqing put the book "Records of Thirteen Forms of the Golden Needle" in his hand on the table. Yuanci's eyes were sharp, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that all the names of ingredients were written on it. Noticing something wrong, he flipped his wrist, clasped the book with lightning speed, and made a crisp sound.

He raised his right hand, put it on his lips, and coughed lightly. The expression on his face remained unchanged, but the monk felt that the old man in front of him was clearly speaking.

You just act like nothing happened...

Yuan Ci's doubts grew deeper and she wanted to ask questions, but Wu Changqing was sophisticated after all, so he was the first to speak:

"Master Yuanci, and sir... you two, where did you go to enjoy the scenery?"

"Is it the vast sea this time? Or the desert, or the overseas islands?"

While speaking, holding his long beard, the old man's eyes fell on the two of them with a smile. The scribe was dressed in a blue shirt, with an aloof demeanor, but his right eye was bruised. Hearing the words, he sneered, but it seemed that the injury was involved. Then some deformation.

The monk had a hard work, but his clothes were tattered, like a beggar, and there were sword marks on his face, which were not deep, but looked extremely funny.

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