Shanjian Academy

Chapter 73 The Gate Temple

Gate Temple, Li Zicheng.

Mu Zhengyang is sure that Li Zicheng's mysterious disappearance must be related to Damen Temple.

dawn.

Mu Zhengyang gets up and reads in the room, and Ming Le invites Mu Zhengyang to the dining hall after finishing morning class.

There are seven or eight monks eating breakfast in the dining hall, some are drinking porridge, some like steamed buns, and some are eating vegetarian buns.

As soon as Mu Zhengyang stepped into the dining hall, Ming Le introduced to several people who were dining: "This is the host's friend, Layman Mu Zhengyang Mu of Tiannan Mountain!"

Among the few dining people, the middle-aged monk wearing a yellow robe with a protruding forehead looked indifferent, as if he hadn't heard Ming Le's words, while the others greeted Mu Zhengyang enthusiastically.

Mu Zhengyang responded with a smile, and sat down to drink millet porridge.

"Layman Mu, Layman Mu..."

Hearing his voice before seeing the person, Yuantong monk has not yet arrived in the Zhaitang, but the voice has spread into the Zhaitang.

Mu Zhengyang ate extremely fast, and he drank millet porridge again, a bowl of porridge was drained after a few mouthfuls.

Monk Yuantong walked into the dining hall with big strides, sat down next to Mu Zhengyang, and said with a hearty smile, "The food in this courtyard is simple, but you can eat as much as you want, Layman Mu, please feel free to eat!"

"The same person, there is such a big difference between day and night?" Mu Zhengyang was a little surprised. When he saw Yuantong monk last night, he looked tired and spoke a little coldly. If he woke up in the morning, he was still full of vigor and enthusiasm. Dafang, similar to the impression he had left on Tiannan Mountain, smiled and said: "Master Yuantong, then I will open my mouth and eat!"

Yuantong laughed loudly, picked up an empty bowl, scooped up porridge from the big iron bucket, and said, "Let's compare, who eats more!"

The others basically finished eating and looked at Mu Zhengyang and Monk Yuantong with great interest.

Yuantong rolled up his sleeves as if the autumn wind was sweeping the fallen leaves, while Mu Zhengyang was calm and gentle, but he drank five or six bowls of porridge in the blink of an eye.

The monks watching were dumbfounded.

The dining hall is full of large bowls, they can drink two bowls of porridge at their limit, but this person is elegant but has such a strong fighting power, can five or six bowls of porridge fit in his stomach?
Monk Yuantong drank four bowls, his belly swelled like a ball, and he couldn't swallow the fifth bowl after one bite.

After Mu Zhengyang finished his sixth bowl of porridge, Monk Yuantong put down the chopsticks in his hand, stared blankly at the bowl in front of Mu Zhengyang, and said, "Six bowls? Layman Mu, you drank six bowls?"

Ordinary people have limited stomach capacity, and two or three bowls of porridge can reach their throats, let alone six big bowls of porridge.

But when a person's martial arts attainment reaches a certain level, he will gradually have the ability to control his body functions.

Monk Yuantong gathered all the energy and energy in his stomach to increase the speed of stomach digestion. Porridge is a very easy to digest food. He tried his best to barely drink four bowls. The speed of stomach digestion It is difficult to keep up with the speed of eating.

But Mu Zhengyang drank six bowls of porridge easily!

Monk Yuantong put forward this suggestion as a joke out of a whim, but the result was far beyond his expectations.

"It's all you can eat!" Mu Zhengyang said nonchalantly after drinking six big bowls of porridge, his stomach still flat.

"No matter how much you can eat, you can't drink six bowls!" Monk Yuantong was still deeply shocked. He thought he was quite accomplished in martial arts. Although he hadn't played hands with Mu Zhengyang, he was sure that Mu Zhengyang Yang's level was higher than his, and he praised sincerely, "The poor monk really misjudged, I thought Layman Mu was only good at calligraphy, but I didn't expect that the lower abdomen was still flat after drinking six bowls of porridge, which shows that Mr. Mu's body The functions and the control of the body's functions have reached an extremely deep level, so he must be a great master of Chinese martial arts!"

Mu Zhengyang smiled slightly, neither denying nor admitting.

His health-cultivating sutra has entered the third level, the internal qi in the internal organs circulates repeatedly, even if he eats a few more bowls of porridge, he can still eat it.

"Which boxing school did Mr. Mu practice?"

Monk Yuantong felt that Mu Zhengyang had acquiesced, and that he had achieved a lot in martial arts in his early twenties, so he should have practiced superior boxing techniques, so he didn't ask about taboos.

"It's a shepherd!"

"Is this from the ancestors?"

"Ok!"

Mu Zhengyang said that he deduced it by himself, and Monk Yuantong might think that Mu Zhengyang was evasive, so he responded according to Monk Yuantong's words.

Monk Yuantong was very surprised that there was actually a family of martial arts in Tiannan Mountain, so he took Mu Zhengyang outside the house to fight.

The Gate Temple was established by a wandering monk. There is a set of subduing the devil and subduing the tiger handed down, which is extremely strong both internally and externally.

Monk Yuantong is also the most talented person in Damen Temple in the past hundred years. His Fist of Subduing Demons and Subduing Tigers has a very deep fire. His arms are opened and closed as if he is waving a pestle of subduing demons. The sound of breaking wind.

Which move did Monk Ren Yuantong use and from which angle to attack.

Mu Zhengyang stood in place, like a tree growing on the ground, but every time he made a move, he could accurately block Yuantong's attack.

After half an hour.

In the temple, pilgrims came to offer incense and worship Buddha one after another.

Monk Yuantong brewed a pot of tea, hid in the meditation room and chatted with Mu Zhengyang, and said with a smile, "It's so fun to have a master like Layman Mu to accompany you today!"

After hearing Yuantong's words, Mu Zhengyang said: "Master Yuantong's subduing dragon and subduing tiger boxing is exquisite, and I have also benefited a lot from it!"

There is also a part of the mind that is secretly observing the Buddhist monk Yuantong's meditation room. There is a huge Buddha character hanging in the center of the room. The yellowing of the scroll seems to have a long history, and it looks very Buddhist.

Except for a strong sandalwood scent in the room, no other abnormalities were found.

But Mu Zhengyang had an intuition that this meditation room was a bit strange.

Monk Yuantong poured a cup of tea for Mu Zhengyang himself, and said, "Layman Mu, why did you suddenly come to our temple last night?"

"When I went to the hospital to visit a sick friend, I missed the last bus back to Zhangshu Village, so I walked to the Gate Temple!"

Mu Zhengyang recalled the dream he had last night, and guessed that the disturbance of the spiritual center of the Damen Temple might be related to Li Zicheng, the Chuang Wang, but it was related to the secret of the Damen Temple for hundreds of years, so he did not speak rashly, and removed the part about watching Qi on the top of the mountain.

"Speaking of which, if Layman Mu didn't come to the door, the poor monk would also plan to go to Tiannan Mountain!"

"Is something wrong?"

"The poor monk intends to exchange a plaque for the Damen Temple, and would like to ask Mr. Mu to mention a few words!"

Monk Yuantong didn't hide it, and asked expectantly.

"Yes!" Mu Zhengyang did not refuse.

"Haha, thank you, Layman Mu!"

Monk Yuantong was so happy that his mouth parted, and he immediately asked Mingle to bring a brush, rice paper, ink, and a one-meter-long wooden board.

Writing requires a brewing process, and the paper is given to Mu Zhengyang to warm up.

Mu Zhengyang spread the rice paper on the wooden board, dipped a pen in the ink and directly wrote the three big characters of 'Damen Temple'.

　Thanks to the book friends Ziji Zhenren and Lonely Dongjun for their rewards~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)