Huiming led Dongfang Sheng directly to the second floor of the Scripture Depository. He put his palms together and said to him,""All the Buddhist scriptures are collected on the second floor, and most of them are the only ones passed down by the elders. The Buddhist scriptures on the first floor were all carved on boards, and there were only dozens of them for the monks to study.”As he spoke, he pointed to a few desks by the window and said,"Benefactor, you can copy the scriptures here because the scriptures on the second floor cannot be taken out of the Sutra Depository. The brush and ink are all ready. Please help yourself.”After saying that, he stood at the stairs leading to the third floor.
Dongfang Sheng found it funny and deliberately asked,""Then what is the third floor for?"
Huiming glanced at Dongfang Sheng and replied expressionlessly,""The third floor is where the martial arts scriptures of our Shaolin Temple are stored. Outsiders are not allowed to read the Shaolin Martial Arts Classics. Almsgiver, you don't have to go up.”
Dongfang Sheng seemed to have understood something and said,""I see. Then I'll have to trouble Grandmaster to wait here.”
Huiming only nodded and closed his eyes, as if he was meditating. He no longer paid attention to Dongfang Sheng.
"Abbot Xuan Ci is really good at using people. With such an iceberg-like monk watching, ordinary people really can't play any tricks.”Dongfang Sheng looked at Huiming and thought to himself,'However, even if they rack their brains, they won't know what my true goal is.”He didn't think too much about it and turned around to flip through the books on the shelves. In a short while, he found seven or eight scriptures, ground the ink and laid out the paper, then leaned on the desk and began to slowly copy the books.
Huiming stood at the stairway, seemingly meditating with his eyes closed, but he could actually see Dongfang Sheng's every move clearly. "This person's origins are unknown and he barged into the inner courtyard of our temple. Although there was no suspicion after several uncles 'investigation, the Sutra Depository is still an important place of our Shaolin Temple. Outsiders have to be on guard here. Besides, the abbot instructed me to observe this person carefully, so I have to pay attention.”As she thought about it, she suddenly saw Dongfang Sheng grabbing a pen and almost laughed out loud. "As expected of someone who returned from a foreign land.”
As for Dongfang Sheng, who was trying his best to copy the book, it was not that he did not know how to hold the brush, but it was fine to hold the brush and write one or two pages of red, but he would have to break his wrist to copy the book. Therefore, he chose the smallest fine pen used for marking and wrote in the usual way he wrote with a hard pen. Although it was a little inconvenient at first, he soon became familiar with the feeling and copied the book at a fast speed.
After copying dozens of sheets of paper, Dongfang Sheng only stood up when the sun had already set. He moved his stiff arms and tidied up the copied sheets of paper. He then returned the scriptures to their original positions. He turned around and looked at Huiming, and could not help but be impressed."Wow, it really hasn't moved at all. It's like a wax statue. You can go to the Louvre and make money by acting as a sculpture.”
Huiming naturally knew that Dongfang Sheng was done. He opened his eyes and asked,""Patron, are you tired? It was already late, so it was better to go back and rest first and come back tomorrow.”
Dongfang Sheng waved his hand and said," I was influenced by my grandfather when I was young. I was very interested in the Buddhist scriptures. However, the Buddhist teachings are too broad and profound. My knowledge is shallow. It is difficult for me to understand the mysteries of the scriptures I copied today. There is no need for me to come again. Today, I've really troubled Grandmaster to wait for a long time.”
Huiming did not say much and led Dongfang Sheng out of the Sutra Depository. Dongfang Sheng went straight back to his meditation room, while Huiming went to report the situation to the abbot.
After returning to the meditation room and closing the door, Dongfang Sheng collapsed on the bed, as if all the strength in his body had been sucked away. "I'm really…more nervous than cheating in an exam.”Looking at the stack of papers in his hand, Dongfang Sheng pulled out one of them. A smile appeared on his face, and his hands trembled slightly. He muttered to himself,"The heavens do not disappoint those who work hard.”
Hundreds of words were densely arranged on the paper. The four words on the leftmost side were slightly larger-Nine Yang Scripture.
After Huiming described Dongfang Sheng's performance in the Sutra Depository to the abbot, an entire month had passed. Dongfang Sheng had only studied the scriptures in his room and did not do anything unusual. Xuan Cifang was even more relieved. After a discussion, the senior monks of the Xuan generation unanimously agreed that Dongfang Sheng could leave Shaolin freely.
During this month, Dongfang Sheng hid in his meditation room and diligently practiced the Nine Yang Scripture. He had already memorized the Nine Yang Scripture of hundreds of words by heart, and the paper he copied was burned after memorizing it more than ten times. Dongfang Sheng couldn't help but laugh at himself as he recalled the nervousness he felt when he secretly copied the Nine Yang Sutra in front of Huiming in the Sutra Depository. "The original copy of the Lankaya Sutra does indeed have the Nine Yang Sutra written on it.”With that in mind, he bowed to the south. Ever since he started cultivating the Nine Yang Sutra, Dongfang Sheng felt that his internal energy had improved by leaps and bounds. His internal energy was no longer as indistinct as before, but had turned into clear streams of water. As the water flow became more and more rapid, his meridians also expanded. In the end, his Inner Breath was like a river, surging endlessly in his body.
The reason why Dongfang Sheng had improved so quickly was not only because of the Nine Yang Divine Skill itself, but also because of his fortuitous encounters. Before Zhang Wuji learned the Nine Yang Scripture, he had first learned the Wudang Sect's Soft Yin Internal Strength, which was not compatible with the Nine Yang Divine Skill. Therefore, Zhang Wuji only reached the realm of mastery when he was in the unknown bag and the Nine Yang Genuine Qi acted on the major acupoints all over his body. Dongfang Sheng had used the Shaolin Beginner's Breathing Heart Technique to build his foundation. Although it was simple, it had been personally taught by Bodhidharma. The genuine Qi he had cultivated was the purest. After that, he had never practiced any other internal arts. His body was like a piece of pure jade. With a little carving, it would shine brightly. Therefore, cultivating the Nine Yang Sutra was twice as effective as cultivating it. Moreover, ordinary people who had just entered the inner force realm did not know much about the circulation of neixi and the relationship between meridians and acupoints. For example, before Jue Yuan cultivated the Nine Yang Scripture, he could be considered to have no knowledge of martial arts at all. However, he was still able to cultivate his internal energy to a profound level. Before Dongfang Sheng started practicing his internal energy, he had already built up a solid foundation of internal energy theory with the help of Xuan Ku. His knowledge of internal energy was also top-notch in Jianghu, so of course, he had to be brave and vigorous in his practice.
The Nine Yang Scripture was a top-notch inner force technique. It was different from the others. From the very beginning, it was a realm of returning to the original. Fortunately, this was the case. Otherwise, with the eyesight of a Shaolin monk, how could he not see Dongfang Sheng's rapid progress in internal energy?
A month later, Dongfang Sheng felt that he had made some progress in his Internal Strength cultivation, so he bid farewell to Abbot Xuan Ci and prepared to go down the mountain to wander the Jianghu. Abbot Xuan Ci and the other monks did not ask Dongfang Sheng to stay and sent him to the mountain gate.
After descending Shaoshi Mountain, Dongfang Sheng felt as if he was a fish leaping in the vast sea and a bird flying in the high sky. With a loud shout, he circulated his cultivation in his legs. He was not afraid of shocking the world as he ran wildly on the official road. Dongfang Sheng had never learned any martial arts other than the Nine Yang Manual. Naturally, he did not have the Lightness Skill. With only the powerful Genuine Qi in his body, he could leap dozens of feet. Although his movements were not very smooth, he was still faster than a galloping horse. After running for more than ten miles, Dongfang Sheng became more and more familiar with the use of zhenqi. He also became more and more comfortable in controlling his body in the air. When his feet landed, they were no longer as heavy as before. His body was also somewhat agile and elegant.
Although Dongfang Sheng practiced Internal Strength diligently in the Shaolin Temple, it was only circulating in his body. It was not until now that it coordinated with the movements of his body and fused with his essence, qi, and spirit. The zhenqi in his body did not deplete at all as he sprinted over. Instead, it flowed even more freely. Dongfang Sheng only stopped after traveling for more than 50 miles. He walked to the shade of a tree by the roadside and sat on a large rock to rest.
Dongfang Sheng couldn't help but feel proud of himself for having such leg strength. After running for more than 50 miles, his face was not red and he was not panting. This internal energy was indeed at the level of a first-class expert in the martial arts world. However, Dongfang Sheng did not forget himself. Although his internal strength was good, he still did not know any martial arts. When Duan Yu first came to Jianghu, he also had the Northern Dark Divine Skill, the Wave Subtle Steps, and the Six Pulses Divine Sword, which were all top-notch martial arts in the world. Even so, this Young Master Duan was still bullied everywhere. Wouldn't he be even worse?
At the thought of this, the little bit of pride that he had just felt disappeared. Instead, he became distressed."You have to have a good martial art, but what should you learn?”
Shaolin's 72 Ultimate Skills were not bad, but he did not know Qinggong. It was impossible for him to sneak in. He could only barge into the third floor of the Tripitaka Block. With his current skills, he was probably courting death. "No, it seems that the threshold of Shaolin Kungfu is too high.”Actually, Dongfang Sheng had secretly learned the Nine Yang Sutra from Shaolin. Firstly, he felt a little ashamed. Secondly, he felt that he had received Shaolin's favor. Naturally, he did not want to have any more ideas about Shaolin.
Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms? That was a martial art passed down by the Beggar's Sect Leader. He didn't even have a secret manual. Six Pulses Divine Sword? Then he would have to find a monk from the Heavenly Dragon Temple to fight. Even if he won, he would have to burn the sword scripture and give up. Nine Swords Beyond the Swords? Please, forget about Feng Qingyang, it was still uncertain whether Lonely Qiubai was born or not. Northern Dark Divine Technique and Wave Subtle Steps? He only knew that it was under a cliff on Wuliang Mountain. How was he supposed to find it? Moreover, if he wanted to learn the Northern Dark Divine Art, he would have to disperse his Nine Yang True Qi first. The gains would not make up for the losses. Moreover, he really did not know how to disperse his cultivation. He would give up. Yang Guo's heavy sword? This could be practiced by himself, but Yang Guo's sword art cultivation was already very high, and with the help of the Condor God, the sword art of this heavy sword must be very clever. How could it be just using internal energy to randomly stab? After thinking about it for a long time, the only feasible thing seemed to be to snatch Xuzhu's business. He would choose the right day to save the Heavenly Mountain child. Perhaps he could learn the Heavenly Mountain Six Sun Palm and the Heavenly Mountain Plum Breaking Hand. It was just that Xuzhu's experience was also quite bizarre. If it were him, the chances of success did not seem to be very high. With a direction in mind, Dongfang Sheng began to carefully recall what he remembered about the Void Bamboo.
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