One thousand three hundred and fifty-eight: Shaolin, challenges come in different ways

One thousand three hundred and fifty-eight: Shaolin, challenges come in different ways

Of course, this is just a discussion. If there is a life-and-death fight, Yan Wan doesn't dare to say that he will definitely win. After all, who among you doesn't have a few trump cards and a few killer moves?

At the same time, some of his affairs in Suzhou and Hangzhou were spread one after another, so he has now become famous.

When people in the Jianghu see him again, they will not recognize him as the eldest son of the Yan family, the second generation of rich people, but as the prefix of a rising martial arts star with great potential.

Yan Wan narrowed his eyes, turned his head and asked lazily: "Zhi Hua, where is Yi Shaoshu on this issue's rookie list?"

Zhi Hua opened the booklet and looked at him with some admiration: "Master, Yi Shaoxia is ninth on the rookie list, and you actually defeated him. Master is so awesome"

"Ninth place? That's not enough..." Yan smiled and rubbed her little head. Then he changed his mind and said, "Change to Shaolin. I'll do something."

"Okay, Master." Zhihua was very sensible and didn't ask any more questions. He opened the curtain and gave instructions to the coachman.

The carriage was diverted.

Three days later, Yan Wang got his wish and arrived at the foot of Shaolin Mountain.

"Tsk tsk, it's worthy of being one of the leaders of the righteous path. It's such an impressive place."

Yan Wang took Zhi Hua with him, and under the guidance of the leading monk, he admired the scenery with great interest, and expressed his admiration without hesitation.

Although to be honest, he didn't think there was anything wonderful about the scenery at these magical attractions. But if you say a few more nice words, you won’t lose any weight?

Yan Wan has always agreed with this idea of ​​free favorability. Just follow the good.

With a humble yet dignified smile on his face, the leading monk asked, "Donor Yan, are you here to offer incense to the Buddha, or are you going to do some fasting and rest?"

Yan Wang said casually: "I should be chatting for a few days. I did some things in Suzhou some time ago. I stopped by to have a look on the way back to gain some knowledge."

The leading monk clasped his hands and saluted, and replied: "Since Lord Yan Shi will stay here for a few days, it is my Shaolin honor. The young monk will go and make arrangements for the benefactor, and then leave first."

"Trouble."

Yan Wang watched him leave with a smile, and sat in the pavilion with Zhihua, looking at the clouds disappearing in the sky, feeling indescribably free and unrestrained.

Zhihua hesitated for a few seconds, then leaned into his ear and asked: "Master, are we not here to challenge..."

"Do not talk."

Yan Huan shook his head, with a smile on his face: "There are several types of challenges. If you challenge rashly, no matter whether you win or lose, you will hurt Shaolin. It's better to calm down first."

"Oh." Zhihua nodded his head in seeming understanding.

After being with Yan Wan for so long, she has gradually learned to talk less, see more, and listen more. The woman's intuition told her that her young master had many things hidden in his heart, but if he didn't tell her, Zhi Hua wouldn't ask.

This is the duty of a maid.

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A few days later.

"Master, they have already gotten up to practice." Zhihua came from the outer room, talking and combing his hair for him.

"It's time." Yan smiled wildly, stood up, picked up his sword, and walked leisurely out of the room.

After staying here for a few days, he got acquainted with some monks in Shaolin and had a pretty good relationship with them.

In fact, in Shaolin, not all are masters as rumored in the world. Most of the people in this temple are ordinary people who come to practice.

Moreover, the monks and monks here are not as unreasonable and unforgiving as shown in martial arts TV series. They occupy the commanding heights and act as moral models. They are hypocritical and disgusting.

Yan Wan got along with him quite harmoniously.

Seeing him coming out, the monks passing by nodded slightly: "Good morning, Donor Yan."

"Are you going to practice?" Yan Wan asked curiously as he looked at the iron buckets in their hands and the iron blocks binding their limbs.

"Well, I have to go to morning lessons. See you almsgiver." The young monk's sharp eyes caught sight of the stern-faced uncle not far away. He hurriedly said something and ran out with his things.

"goodbye."

Yan Wan responded, then turned to look at the middle-aged monk who was approaching: "Master Jie Chi, you are really diligent. You have to go to morning classes every day before dawn. I admire you."

The monk smiled nonchalantly: "No, no, we monks are used to it. Donor Yan, why did you get up so early? Didn't you get a good rest last night?"

Yan Wan walked side by side with him and said as he walked: "That's not true. I'm just a little uneasy. It seems that the world is afraid of trouble again. It seems that I am still not as good as the masters and I don't practice enough."

"Haha, actually, Donor Yan's words were wrong."

Master Jie Chi twirled the Buddha beads and said softly: "Master once told us that the troubled world in the world is like an oven, and only by washing away the lead can we achieve enlightenment.

Compared with the training of the benefactor in the world, we monks are lagging behind. Rather than practicing pure cultivation, we are unable to face the intrusion of the world of mortals. "

"Maybe." Yan Huan nodded, and suddenly pointed to the monks carrying water to and from the single-plank bridge by the river, and asked: "Master Jie Chi, these things are made of fine iron, and they should be quite heavy. ?”

Master Jie Chi's tone rose slightly: "The iron blocks on the limbs weigh a total of five hundred kilograms. The shoulder pole weighs about eighty kilograms.

As for the two buckets, they weighed a total of 400 kilograms. However, the iron blocks on the limbs can be increased or decreased according to the progress of these disciples.

Some of them have just started and have not yet established a solid foundation, so they still need to work hard.

If they don't have a strong and healthy physique, they will not be allowed to practice internal skills and mental methods. This is tantamount to consuming their potential and making them go astray. "

Yan Wan was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said: "As far as I know, it seems that many people in the world favor internal skills and mental methods, but look down on external skills.

If they were lucky enough to hear the master's words, I'm afraid they would change their ridiculous ideas. If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools. Many people understand this truth, but very few can actually do it. "

Jie Chi smiled and said nothing, turned his head and looked at him for a moment, and said: "The donor is also a person with deep blessings. He met a sensible person. The donor may have spent more than ten years in recovery.

Moreover, the donor practiced the most basic mental methods without any hidden dangers. In terms of solid foundation, few of the younger generation can compare with the donor. "

"Haha, Master, you are so complimentary." Yan laughed and shook his head, then asked: "I heard that there are several people from your temple on this year's rookie list. Don't those talented people have morning classes?"

Jie Chi pointed to the left side: "Huixiu and the others naturally have morning classes, but it's not this kind of physical exercise. They are breathing and breathing exercises. They are right there..."

Yan Wang took advantage of the situation and said: "Then, could you trouble me, master, to introduce me to him? It would be an honor for me to get to know him."