Chapter 8 Section VII

It's the day when the abbot performs the slow acupoint surgery every month. Qisuo came to kneel outside the abbot's meditation room as usual, feeling worried. The voices in the temple asking the abbot not to help Qisuo slow down the acupoints are getting louder and louder. If the abbot is really so poor that he wants to force himself to death in order to open up the bronze formation, no matter how full he is, it may be useless. Qisuo reported for duty early in the morning, knelt all the way until noon to eat, and then knelt until dusk for group practice. The abbot didn't even step out of the door. Qisuo had good ears and eyesight, and he didn't hear the slightest sound in the room.

At first he thought that the abbot's internal energy was pure, so his breathing must be slow and silent, but when he knelt until the moon came out, Qisuo began to realize that there was no one in the room. "Little brother, where is the abbot?" Qisuo opened his mouth wide, watching the little novice who was cleaning the abbot's room push away.Sure enough, there was no one there. "The abbot left the monastery for a wandering tour yesterday." The little novice walked into the room, Qisuo was horrified. "Yunyou?" Qisuo suppressed. "It is said that I want to go out to investigate the architectural style and management policy of other temples." The little novice said in an awkward and annoying tone.

"Investigate! Did the abbot say when he will come back?" Qisuo asked in surprise. "The abbot left as soon as he wanted to. Why do you ask so many questions? It makes the abbot angry if you don't." The little novice swept the floor and ignored him. Qisuo was startled, scared and wanted to cry, but on second thought, I am not the only bronze figure in Shaolin Temple, unless the abbot intends to kill eighteen bronze figures in one breath, he will come back soon. Thinking of this, Qi Suo suddenly let go of half of his heart, and ran to the kitchen to ask Zian for a story.

The next day, the abbot didn't come back. The day after tomorrow, the abbot was still missing. On the third day, Qisuo woke up sweating profusely, and rushed to the abbot's meditation room. He only saw the little novice who was sweeping in the morning, but the abbot was still missing. "No!" Qi Suo screamed out of his wits. "Yes!" The little monk replied sadly. Qisuo hurriedly knocked on the doors of the other seventeen bronze men, and asked them one by one the time when their acupoints must be relieved. Unexpectedly, the seventeen answers were exactly the same, and Qisuo's heart felt like falling into the bottomless deep sea.

"The abbot said a few days ago that we are good, so he slowed down our acupoints for half a year, exhausting a lot of real energy. He also said that after slowing down our acupoints, he can walk down the mountain to get some fresh air. What should he do? Take a break." "That's right! Did the abbot explain anything more?" "No, Shaolin Temple is like this, what can I explain?" "Think hard again! For example, the top ten ways to relax acupuncture points by yourself, or..." "Ah, yes." "Is it about me!" "The abbot asked us what we like to eat, and he wanted to bring it up from the mountain for us."

"that's it?" "Didn't the abbot ask you? Just share your food." Qisuo didn't even scream. On the fourth night, Qisuo felt an incomparably domineering zhenqi rushing around in his body, this zhenqi did not belong to him, and went back and forth between the various acupoints and meridians suddenly, sometimes it was okay to move slowly, and meditate quietly It passed after a while of patience, but Zhen Qi often took big strides and rampantly, stirring up all kinds of troubles. "Am I going to die like this?" Qi Suo said bitterly, really wanting to go to the kitchen and ask Zi An the final ending of the Liangshan hero's story, lest he die with regrets.

"No, I have to try anyway. At most, I will die. Is it possible that I will die twice?" Qisuo visualized the movement of the domineering zhenqi in his body, and wanted to use the innate qi in his body to fight recklessly and melt away, but the domineering real qi The qi swelled around indiscriminately, and it was impossible to catch up. When the zhenqi came to the heart, the heart hurts so much that it is difficult to breathe. The zhenqi came to the shoulder blades, and I couldn't even lift my arms. The zhenqi blasted to the lower abdomen, followed by angina pain all over the body sweating.

Qisuo almost fell into a coma, his true energy seemed to burst his skin. He felt his eyes protruding, the pores all over his body enlarged, and blood was about to ooze out. "Go round." A voice entered Qisuo's ears. Qisuo is in a daze, what's the point and why? "Empty your mind and walk round, like walking in a well at the same time." The voice pierced into Qisuo's earholes carefully and densely, but it was distinct from yin to yang. "That way you won't die?" Qisuo wanted to ask, but she opened her mouth in pain but couldn't speak. The voice disappeared, and Qisuo, who was lying on his stomach, was suddenly lifted up by a gentle wind.

"Yes, yes, walk in a circle." So Qisuo followed the instructions of the mysterious voice, imagining that there was a well under his feet, and began to circle quickly. Qisuo's idea is very simple, he wants to shake off that domineering true energy.The ignorance of country people is so terrible.The circle under the feet lasted for an entire hour, and the faster and faster the circle, if others saw it, they would be dizzy. "My mother gave birth to me only after marrying a big card. It's not so easy to give birth to me in the hands of you, who are not so easy." Qisuo has a simple mind, so he has a strong focus on visualizing the movement of true energy in his body.

The faster you step, the more you feel that the true energy in your body seems to be completely retracted into the dantian, and you desperately hold on to the pulse point to prevent it from being thrown out, and the pain that is running around is all pressed to the lower abdomen.This foolishness seems quite reasonable. At dawn, Qisuo walked on alone.His body was like a steamer, red and smoking. At noon, Zian saw that the kitchen sink was running out of water, so he ran to the firewood room and asked Qi Suo for more. Seeing Qi Suo lying on the ground, Zi An called a few times, but Qi Suo was still sleeping soundly. go.

Qisuo didn't wake up until the next morning. When he opened his eyes, he knew that he had escaped death. He was very happy. land relationship. Qisuo randomly guessed that he should have successfully dissipated the infuriating energy that blocked the fatal acupoint, right? It seemed that once the zhenqi broke out, it would not suddenly go berserk again, and Qi Suo was no longer suffering from the town magic finger for the next few days.As for the mysterious voice, Qisuo had no way of guessing it. There were enemies everywhere in Shaolin, but Zi'an, the only friend, couldn't possibly know the trick to shake off the true energy. "It must be Wen Tianxiang and Prime Minister Wen appearing!" Qi Suo thought about it, suddenly realized, knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, crying bitterly with gratitude. This is the reason why country people can live happily. In the second month, the abbot still did not return to Shaolin. "Dead thief bald, you made it clear to kill me?" Qisuo cursed secretly, but with the experience last time, he was no longer afraid. When the true qi broke out, Qisuo began to step on the circle again, his body was crooked, as if he was stepping on the edge of a well. The zhenqi accumulated by Zhen Mozhi was fierce, but it was not as heart-piercing as it was in the first attack. Qisuo's mood became clearer as he stepped on it. Over time, he could make gestures with his hands at will and practice palm techniques indiscriminately. Qisuo imagined that every time he swung his palm, he would blow out the extremely vicious Zhenmozhi finger's true energy. Gradually, white steam came out from his palm, and sweat dripped out. "It's so comfortable." Before Qisuo fell down, the heart-wrenching pain had been digested invisibly. But Qisuo didn't stop stepping on the circle and stepping on the well, shouting happily. "Thank you, Prime Minister Wen!" Qi Suo was very grateful.This time through again. In the third month, the abbot, who loves traveling all over the world, finally returned to the temple. When he saw that Qisuo was safe and sound, his expression was very surprised, as if he saw a dead person. "Kneel down." The abbot said, stretching out his fingers coldly, his true energy bubbling in his sleeves. "Yes." Qisuo couldn't hide the color all over his face, as if he was blessed by Prime Minister Wen's heroic spirit. The abbot's magic-suppressing finger zhenqi penetrated Qisuo's extraordinary meridians again, like a poisonous dragon spreading its teeth and claws in the sea, and it was several times more domineering than when it blocked the dead spot a year ago. Qisuo was shocked, this bald thief wasn't slowing down his acupoints at all, but was trying to murder him! Qisuo wanted to break free, but he had no choice but to control the meridians all over his body with the true energy of the magic-suppressing finger, so he could only continue the pain he was most used to. "This thief is bald! I will never forgive you when I get better!" Qisuo hated her so much that she swore revenge before she fell into a coma. After the abbot gave this finger, he went down the mountain and traveled around the world. Probably because of Prime Minister Wen's blessing, Qisuo escaped from Hades' call again and again. "Tread circle." As far as these two words of proverbs are concerned, every time Qisuo shakes the true qi of the magic-suppressing finger, he feels that the qi veins in his body are distinct, and when he uses the innate zhenqi to visualize his body, the "road" between the qi lines seems to be several times wider. It seems that the orifice is enlarged.The bigger the hole, the more Qisuo's zhenqi tempered by his own method will be fuller, as if no matter how stuffed it is, it won't be enough. Since it's not enough, it won't be like ordinary martial arts practitioners, let the zhenqi unconsciously inhale out of the body. "This palm is weird." One night, under the moonlight, Qisuo was stepping on the bricks and tiles of the roof to practice slow fist, and found that the bricks and tiles were crushed by his steps.After squatting down, Qisuo tried to squeeze hard with his left palm full of zhenqi, but he pulled out the corner of the brick abruptly and smashed it to pieces. "Isn't it? So exciting?" Qisuo was pleasantly surprised, jumped off the roof, and tried to split the firewood with full zhenqi, and the firewood was smashed like rotten wood tofu. Thus, the darkest page in Shaolin history came. Just one year after Qisuo became the eighth bronze man, no one went down the mountain for a whole year. The 700 young masters, regardless of their wealth, stayed in Yanbi, Shaolin, except for the crazy temple.As for the monastery monks in labor, it was even more miserable. They had a bad relationship with Qisuo in the past, so they didn't dare to mention the matter of breaking through the barrier.Although silver seems to be able to open up every joint in Shaolin, it has been a typical practice for hundreds of years to get down the mountain after breaking through the barrier, and it cannot be broken just like this. Such absurd things spread all over the country immediately, and the wealthy families canceled their plans to send their sons to Shaolin Temple. Only a dozen or so sons and sons went to Shaolin for vacation that year. Seeing that their precious son was trapped in Shaolin, hundreds of dignitaries at the foot of the mountain contributed books and suggestions, such as replacing wrestling with written examinations, or using important inventions (such as the admission of seventy-two stunts) instead of passing grades, or parents offering Shaolin scholarships for their sons to graduate, etc. Some parents who felt sorry for their son even told their son to just go home in a sedan chair, and it would be no big deal without the Shaolin graduation certificate. On the other hand, the Shaolin Graduates Association issued a solemn protest at the martial arts conference, saying that once these messy proposals are passed, the golden signboard of Shaolin Temple will definitely be dusted, and even graduating from Shaolin in the future is nothing special, and it will hurt the alumni who have graduated He strongly advocated that Shaolin should maintain the fine tradition of breaking through barriers and distinguish the good from the bad. Even if the letters of protest were shot like ten thousand arrows, nailing the abbot of Shaolin all over his head, a model is a model, which can turn corners and make evil, but it cannot be abolished. It can be imagined that Qisuo's popularity in Shaolin Temple has fallen to the bottom. Everyone walks far away from Qisuo. "Squat down!" the abbot said angrily, and raised his magic finger again. "Yes!" Qisuo didn't care, took off his shirt, and laughed secretly that the magic-suppressing finger zhenqi that the abbot wanted to kill him was all used by him as a material for health exercises, and turned into a new force for digging out the holes of the air pockets . The Eighth Bronze Man was stuck, and Shaolin was in a mess. But Qisuo's strength also aroused the fighting spirit of the authentic monks of Shaolin Dharma Academy. Every six months, several monks entered the pass to challenge Qisuo.The more Qisuo frustrates them, the more they think of the hard training a martial artist should have. Occasionally, they can win a move and a half under Qisuo's hands, and those monks are as happy as they are. They will continue to discuss and recall the process of fighting with Qisuo. But no one has really defeated Qisuo, because Qisuo's kung fu has improved rapidly, whether it is fists or feet, or the most precious internal energy, he teaches the monks of the Bodhidharma Academy who come to break through the level every six months to open their eyes. In the end, even the current No. 1 monk in Shaolin couldn't help stepping into the Bronze Man Formation to meet Qisuo, the eighth strongest Bronze Man in history. The proud elder brother made his own Pangu Kaitian Fist, which shook the mountains and rivers, but was flattened by Qisuo's strange slow fist.The elder brother was shocked, and changed his moves one after another. He used five kinds of seventy-two unique skills without any reluctance, all of a sudden splitting the empty palm and adding the powerful vajra palm, all of a sudden he twitched the flower finger and tapped one finger for real attack. Qisuo's listening skills were too late, so he was caught and sent flying. It flew away, but Qisuo was the Shaolin champion who was beaten, so he immediately got up and patted the dust on his body, and returned to the room as if nothing had happened, bowed and surrendered.The eldest brother was very surprised, and he was silent for a while before leaving. Just like that, Qisuo has been in Shaolin Temple for five years, and three years of guarding in Shaolin Temple have passed. The Shaolin Temple is full of trash who should graduate but can't. "Is it really okay for you to do this?" On New Year's Eve, Hongzhong sneaked into Shaolin secretly and cooked Qisuo's favorite hot red bean soup in the firewood room. Hongzhong practiced martial arts with Lingxue, who had ordinary martial arts, and his martial arts were naturally very ordinary, but it was enough to enter Shaolin alone and talk to Qisuo all night on New Year's Eve. "Thanks to the inspiration you gave me, that's the only way I have the opportunity to go down the mountain early. What's the use of being able to go down the mountain without a body of martial arts?" Although Qisuo said so, whether he can force the abbot to break the rules? Not sure.The abbot is 100% the most unworthy person in Shaolin Temple, and he actually came up with a shitty reason to travel all over the world to investigate. "Now that you have made great progress in martial arts, and Prime Minister Wen is helping you take care of the dead spot on your body, why don't you climb over the wall and go down the mountain?" "It's because of my great progress in martial arts, and Prime Minister Wen helped me take care of my body's Achilles' heel, so of course I don't want to climb over the wall and go down the mountain. I want those bald people begging me to leave the customs, and I want to be upright." Hongzhong looked at Qisuo, and he exuded an unpretentious heroism. Compared with the gangsters who used their fists to intimidate others at every turn, and spoke reason with their knives, Qisuo was so cute and sincere. Crazy. "Has our village been okay for the past two years?" Qisuo smiled, shaking the empty bowl.It's the twenty-seventh bowl. "Our Rujia Village is relatively smooth except for the continued poverty. In recent years, the world has been very chaotic. I have traveled the rivers and lakes with my master, and I have seen a lot of human tragedies under torture. Floods are frequent. , Forcefully expropriate 170,000 civilians, set up a wide range of projects to increase taxes, and get huge profits from it. It is polite to describe the people of Limin as miserable." Hongzhong came back to his senses, helped Qisuo fill another bowl, and sighed. "Hongzhong, you have grown up, and the way you speak has become very serious, like a heroine." Qisuo respected him in awe. Compared with Hongzhong who started to roam the rivers and lakes, he was just a warrior. "No, Master and I want to set up a new sect, which is unprecedented in history and only accepts women. The name is Emei." Hong Zhong smiled. "Emei? It's quite a feminine name, nice to hear." Qi Suo nodded sharply. "Master is very congratulatory. She said that since ancient times, famous sects have used mountain peaks as their sect names. She studied for a long time before finding Mount Emei as our name. In fact, we have never been there." Hong Zhong laughed.Thinking of her Master Lingxue who did everything rashly, Hong Zhong's stomach would ache from laughing. "A good name is a good start, just like our names." Qisuo said firmly, and wanted to hear more about Hongzhong and Lingxue's adventures in the rivers and lakes. "Master's martial arts are mediocre, but he always likes to argue with Jun Bao about his position on the most wanted list, so we often raid government offices in small places, steal the food in them and give them to the poor, and deliberately leave Emei's stamp." Hong Zhong It is said that the symbol of Emei is the pattern of overlapping swords. "Wanted list? What is that?" Qisuo asked, looking foolish. "Warriors in the Jianghu place the most importance on social status. How much money the imperial court is willing to pay to arrest you shows how much you are capable of opposing the imperial court. The more you oppose the imperial court, the more you are on the side of the common people. My master is not good at martial arts, but It was a headache for the imperial court, and finally climbed to the top ten last month." Hong Zhong said, laughing again. "What about the top of the list? Who is number one in martial arts today?" Qisuo said dryly. "Over the past year, the number one and number two on the imperial court's most wanted list have not changed. They are Zhang Sanfeng and Ru Taiji respectively." Hong Zhong looked at Qi Suo meaningfully. "Zhang Sanfeng?" Qi Suo was slightly disappointed.But think about it, how can it be so easy to be the most prominent figure in the martial arts. "Junbao is Sanfeng, and Sanfeng is Junbao. Sanfeng is Junbao's heroic name." Hongzhong said, watching Qisuo's eyes widen instantly and his fists clenched. "Jun Bao! I said he would do it! I said he would do it!" Qisuo was so excited that he turned somersaults. Qisuo was really happy to the bone, and really wanted to yell in everyone's ears: "The son of the hero Zhang Xuan is the super hero Zhang Junbao who shocked today's martial arts, he! He is my good brother!" Hongzhong quietly helped Qisuo to fill another bowl of red bean soup, waiting for Qisuo to calm down. Waiting for Qisuo to ask another question. "By the way, who is that Ru Taiji? There are so few people with the surname Ru, and we should be honored." Qisuo took the red bean soup and drank it with the bottom of the bowl upside down. "It's more than honorable." Hong Zhong smiled and handed Qisuo a note. The moon is dark and the wind is high, Ruyang Palace. One of the big solid and heavy bronze doors of the palace fell, and half a hundred Mongolian guards fell all over the ground, all of them staring blankly.Countless bright swords were stuck on the ground, swinging with the whimpering night wind, making a clanging sound. The sudden attack just now could no longer be classified as an assassination. It was a proud and wild declaration.Those who block are invincible and invincible. This is the third time this month. Arrogant assassin. "Report your name!" A dozen or so Tibetan lamas with outstanding martial arts gathered around King Ruyang and shouted angrily. The lama looked at the bald monk squatting on the two-foot-high wall, his body covered with gold paint. King Ruyang's teeth chattered. "Famous? Famous, very famous." The assassin smiled shamelessly, not paying attention to the lamas. "Dare to do it! Tell me your name, Lord Tianya Haijiao will kill you!" The leading lama has a lot of background, and the words are like metal squeezes, which are very piercing.He is Can Kong, the proud leader who does not kill Taoists. "Tao is Tao, very Tao." The assassin yawned, and simply stood on his head with one hand on the towering wall. The archers from the Ruyang Palace were long in coming, thirty bows were fully drawn underneath, and the arrows were aimed at the shining golden assassin. "Remember, I am Tai Chi." The assassin, dressed in dazzling gold, grinned with white teeth. Before the arrows could be fired, the assassin turned over and disappeared into the night. "Half of the rivers and lakes I broke out belong to you."