The Nine Portraits and Six Seated Statues were the Qinggong martial arts of the sect founded by the Zen Sect.
It was not easy to cultivate.
It was far from enough to memorize the fifty-four movement techniques.
More importantly, his mental state!
Tranquility, stability, stopping, observation, awareness and unity.
Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, but his face did not change; The elk rose to his left, but his eyes did not blink!
Especially when facing an enemy, one had to learn to use stillness to stop the enemy. When meditating, not a single leaf would touch one's body, and no one would be able to hurt them!
Zhou Yuan carefully comprehended and practiced according to the nine meditation postures.
15 minutes, 25 minutes, 35 minutes…
Time passed slowly.
At a certain moment, two notifications appeared on the system interface.
"Nine Portrait Six Seated Statues, Lower Tier!"
" Nine Diagram Six Seated Statues, great success!"
At this moment…
Heart Like Still Water!
He had no distracting thoughts and was clear about his nature.
The zhenqi flowing in his body instantly stopped, like a calm surface of water, without the slightest ripple.
Zhou Yuan felt his body was extremely light and agile, as graceful as a swan and as graceful as a swimming dragon!
What was even more surprising was that his perception had increased!
His eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind were all pure!
Everything he could see, hear, smell…Every detail was clear!
" It's indeed the ultimate martial art of the Zen Sect!"
"This isn't just about movement techniques and qinggong, it's an improvement in all aspects!”
Zhou Yuan felt like he had picked up a treasure.
However, he was also a little puzzled.
Why was this awesome martial art ranked so low among the Shaolin 72 Ultimate Skills? Moreover, it seemed that there were very few practitioners.
As a result, the popularity of this martial art was not very high.
The reason was simple.
This was because this martial art required an extremely powerful comprehension ability!
Ninety-nine percent of the cultivators stopped at the beginner level and could only remember nine meditation postures.
But he could not understand the six states of mind.
It had a shape, but no realm!
He could not unleash the true power of the Nine Portrait Six Seated Statue at all.
As time passed, the number of cultivators who practiced the Nine Maps and Six Seated Statues decreased, and they were not very famous in the martial world.
This was also the reason why Zen, as one of the eight major sects of Buddhism, gradually declined.
This was because the meditation technique required too much comprehension, making many people shrink back.
Zhou Yuan fulfilled this requirement. As a martial arts genius, his comprehension was extremely high.
In less than two hours, he advanced by leaps and bounds, raising the Nine Portrait Six Statues from the entry level to the great success level.
With a thought, Zhou Yuan's body moved like the wind. He did not even make a sound and did not need to take a step.
Right at this moment,
Two monks, one middle-aged monk and the other young monk, were patrolling the Sutra Depository and happened to pass by Zhou Yuan.
The middle-aged warrior monk turned his head and looked to the side with some doubt.
"Strange, I felt someone passing by just now. Was it my illusion?”
"That's impossible. Uncle-Master, are you seeing things?"
The two of them started discussing.
The middle-aged warrior monk said," By the way, a young man came to the Sutra Depository today. The abbot asked us to take good care of him. Why isn't he here?"”
" I'll look for him. I didn't see him go out…Isn't he there? He's reading a book near the window."”
"What a studious child! Let's not disturb him and continue patrolling.”
"What a pity. I heard that he was born with a deficiency and can't practice martial arts. There are so many martial arts manuals in our Sutra Depository.”
"Monks shouldn't talk nonsense and judge others behind their backs! Do you think your talent is very good? I'll punish you by copying the Diamond Sutra!"
"Martial Uncle, I was wrong"
The two monks left Zhou Yuan's sight.
However, Zhou Yuan heard their conversation.
The two monks didn't notice his movement.
Especially the middle-aged monk. Although he had sensed it, he couldn't tell the truth.
It came and went without a trace. This was the effect of cultivating the Nine Maps and Six Seated Statues to the Great Completion Realm.
Standing by the window, Zhou Yuan looked at the bookshelf beside him.
Coincidentally, he saw the secret manual of Flower-pinching Finger.
Currently, Zhou Yuan had yet to understand the Flower-pinching Finger in detail. He had only seen the technique displayed by the Abbot Sanzang and had comprehended it to the minor success realm.
Zhou Yuan opened the manual and started reading.
Compared to the Arhat Fist Manual, the Flower-pinching Finger was much simpler.
There were only ten pages in the manual, and it recorded the finger technique and key points of the Flower-pinching Finger.
After flipping through it,
Zhou Yuan personally made a move and tried more than ten times.
Three fingers were flexible and fierce, able to snap a hundred-page thick book.
"Flower-pinching Finger, great success!"
Zhou Yuan placed the book that had a large hole in it back quietly and acted as if nothing had happened.
It was just a very ordinary scripture, so it didn't matter if it was damaged.
Zhou Yuan realized that his strength had gone from an advanced martial artist to an intermediate martial artist.
This was already the backbone of the sects in the martial world. Most martial artists in their thirties or forties were at the intermediate level.
If he entered the imperial court, he could also serve as the commander of the East Chamber or a hundred households of the Embroidered Uniform Guards.
Zhou Yuan only used one morning to surpass the ten years of hard training of most martial artists.
His progress was extremely fast!
At this moment, the novice monk who delivered the meal brought over a bowl of plain noodles. There were diced salted bamboo shoots floating on top of the noodle soup.
Originally, Hua Xiaolan wanted to personally deliver the food, but the Sutra Depository did not allow anyone to enter, so she could only ask the little monk to deliver it.
The young monk was a little suspicious. When Zhou Yuan came in, he was still clean. Why did his face look like it was covered in a layer of dust?
The Scripture Depository was cleaned every day. It shouldn't be so dirty.
The novice monk could not guess that this was the impurities that had been released from Zhou Yuan's body after he cultivated the Tendon Changing Classic.
Zhou Yuan rubbed his empty stomach. It had been a long time since he was so hungry.
She finished a big bowl of plain noodles.
He looked out of the window. The sun was high in the southwest. It was already afternoon.
Zhou Yuan became alert as he recalled a great opportunity in the Sutra Depository!
If he remembered correctly, the big boss Black Fox King would sneak into the Shaolin Temple at dusk and seize the power book that the Shaolin Temple had collected.
Although he didn't know what was recorded in the Grimoire of Power, it must be extraordinary for the villain Black Fox King to be obsessed with it for a thousand years.
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