Chapter 530, Fingerprints
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In the early morning of the next day, Wei Xiaobei got up early and came to the martial arts training ground of Dharma Hall.
At this time, the martial arts field was already full of punches.
More than 30 monks of different ages are forming a square formation on the martial arts training field, practicing Arhat Boxing under the order of a middle-aged monk.
This Shaolin Arhat Fist is one of Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills, and it is also Shaolin's entry-level boxing method.
To be honest, although these monks have different levels of strength, at least a few of them are already at the Huajin level, but they are still practicing Luohanquan with a focused expression.
As for this Arhat boxing, since it is an introductory boxing technique, these monks may not be very familiar with it, but they can still persist in practicing. Just this persistence makes Wei Xiaobei sigh in his heart. The saying of going out of Shaolin is indeed true.
Well, speaking of these monks, there are also a few children under the age of ten.
In Wei Xiaobei's eyes, these children's skills are also extremely solid.
In other words, if Wei Xiaobei didn't have an attribute panel, he might not be as good as these young monks.
Wei Xiaobei pondered for a while, his face could not help but feel a little hot, then he stopped watching, found an open space, and started to practice boxing.
It has to be said that there is competition when there is comparison, and only when there is competition can people strive for improvement.
After watching those monks practicing boxing, Wei Xiaobei also appeared to be extremely focused at this time, and even entered the realm of no one.
It wasn't until Wei Xiaobei finished a set of Bajiquan, and only after he finished his work, did he notice that those young monks were squatting curiously not far away, looking at him with big bright eyes, looking very strange. cute.
Seeing Wei Xiaobei recuperate, one of the round-faced, slightly chubby little monks couldn't wait to rush over and bowed to Wei Xiaobei: "Amitabha, this benefactor, you are being polite."
young age. Pretending to be an eminent Buddhist monk makes people feel extra joyful.
Seeing this scene, Wei Xiaobei almost laughed out loud, but just thinking about it would hurt his young heart. Wei Xiaobei had no choice but to forcibly hold back, but almost got internal injuries.
"This little mage is very polite,
I don't know what's the matter? "
After Wei Xiaobei stopped laughing, he also saluted and then asked.
"I heard from Brother Yanzhen that you are very powerful. I don't know if it is true?"
The little guy looked at Wei Xiaobei seriously and said.
"Yanmi! Don't disturb Master Wei Shi's boxing practice."
At this time, a young monk came over and said a little harshly.
Hearing what the senior brother said, the little monk named Shi Yanmi immediately showed a look of frustration, but he still politely bid farewell to Wei Xiaobei, ready to turn around fiercely.
Wei Xiaobei couldn't bear it, and hastily stopped him: "It's okay, this little master is also firm in Xiang Wu's heart, little master Yanmi, let me do a trick, okay?"
Seeing that Wei Xiaobei himself didn't care, the young monk didn't say anything, just stood aside. He looked at Wei Xiaobei curiously, ready to see what tricks he could pull off.
After the sparring last night, all the monks in Shaolin knew that Wei Xiaobei's strength was unfathomable. There were even rumors that after seeing it, the head of the Prajna Hall admitted that he was not as good as Wei Xiaobei.
Although there is no so-called strength ranking among the Shaolin monks, everyone knows that the highest martial arts in Shaolin Temple is the head of Prajna Hall besides the head of Bodhidharma Hall.
As a result, these young monks were slightly envious and jealous towards Wei Xiaobei at the same time. I also have to admit that the opponent's martial arts attainments have far surpassed those of my peers.
Therefore, the curiosity about Wei Xiaobei is not limited to those young monks, especially these young monks.
After all, there were only eight monks who were able to compete with Wei Xiaobei to feel the opponent's strength. There were more young monks who stood on the sidelines and didn't see much at all, and the competition was over.
He could hear Wei Xiaobei's words. The little Yanmi monk couldn't help but turned around happily, and called his little friends, um, little brothers over.
With a bang, Wei Xiaobei was immediately surrounded by little carrot heads.
For these young monks under the age of ten or even five or six, the life in the monastery is too boring.
So little things can arouse their great interest.
Look at the curiosity in the eyes of the little carrot heads in this circle. Wei Xiaobei was scratching his head a little bit, what's the best way to perform?
It is definitely not acceptable if it is too outrageous, such as releasing electric current or something.
It still has to come from martial arts.
Wei Xiaobei thought for a while, made up his mind, stretched out his left hand and pressed it on the bluestone board, then pressed down lightly, and then retracted his hand.
Seeing Wei Xiaobei's movements, the young monk thought that Wei Xiaobei was going to smash the bluestone slab.
Although it is not surprising to shatter the bluestone slab, but judging from the slightness of his movements, this skill is a bit scary.
"Wow! Benefactor Wei is so powerful! A palm print is produced at the touch of a button. I wonder if Master can do it?"
Those little monks moved quickly, seeing Wei Xiaobei stop, they looked over, and then there was a burst of chatter, full of excitement.
Let me take a look, and when the young monk took a look, he couldn't help being a little dumbfounded.
There is indeed a palm print on the bluestone board, with five fingers and the palm on it.
But the problem is that this palm print is not what the young monk imagined, the palm print left after breaking a part of the bluestone slab.
The bluestone slab was not damaged at all, and the palm print was just like that, one finger deep, the bluestone slab was as soft as a piece of plasticine under the palm, and the palm print was naturally printed, and the fingerprints on it were clearly visible!
This young martial monk is not like the little juniors next to him who don't have much martial arts knowledge. Although he is not top-notch in Shaolin Temple, he is at least in the middle-level martial arts state of Anjin.
With time, the strength can be expected.
In addition, Shaolin monks have a solid foundation in martial arts due to their profound background.
He clearly knew how hard this bluestone slab was!
You must know that this martial arts field is not only used by the Bodhidharma Hall, it can be used by everyone when the other halls are not enough.
When the monks practice boxing, the damage to the ground can be imagined.
It is impossible for a slab made of ordinary stone to be used for a long time before being trampled. Only this kind of bluestone slab made of granite can be used for more than ten years.
The hardness of this kind of granite slab is no less than that of cement, and there is another characteristic of the stone. Although the hardness is very high, its toughness is relatively low. As long as the force exceeds the hardness and causes damage to the stone, the stone will be extremely easy to break. .
To put it simply, a master of Chinese martial arts can leave fingerprints on a piece of wood without destroying the wood, but he can't do it on this kind of granite slab. As long as excessive force is applied, the slate will break.
Of course, if it is trampled on for many years, it can also leave marks on the stone slabs, but that is calculated on the basis of ten years.
In short, the young monk was terrified when he saw the handprints left by Wei Xiaobei, even the Shaolin Mianzhang that Banruotang specializes in can't do this.
Soon, Wei Xiaobei was called away by the monk sent by Shi Yongping.
Today is the day when Wei Xiaobei entered the Sutra Pavilion, so naturally Wei Xiaobei would not delay, bid farewell to the monks and left.
Following Wei Xiaobei's departure, the young monk turned around and rushed towards a middle-aged monk in his forties, grabbing his sleeve and dragging him desperately.
Although the middle-aged monk was caught off guard and almost staggered, he was a master of energy transformation after all. He flicked the young monk away with a light shake of his left hand, and then his face became serious: "Junior Brother Yanlin, the Buddhist monk is a quiet man!" Land, with a wild look on his face, what is he talking about, have you forgotten what happened last time?"
Hearing what the middle-aged monk said, Shi Yanlin's mind cleared up a bit, he straightened his monk's clothes hastily, and bowed to the middle-aged monk: "Amitabha, senior brother, just now Master Wei gave a gift to Junior Brother Yanmi. They performed a trick, and the younger brother couldn't understand it, so I asked the senior brother to clarify."
"Oh? Then go and have a look."
What Shi Yanlin said aroused the interest of this senior brother, after all, this senior brother was among the monks Wei Xiaobei had sparred with before.
For Wei Xiaobei's kung fu, this senior brother has a bit of admiration.
When the big brother came to the handprint, he saw a few young monks picking up the handprint with their fingers curiously, but the handprint was naturally formed on the stone slate, not to mention picking it with hands, I'm afraid it would be a knife. It is useless to cut it.
After seeing the handprint, the eldest brother couldn't help being startled, then he squatted down slowly, couldn't help touching it with his hands, and then became demented.
Seeing the senior brother's appearance, Shi Yanlin couldn't help laughing. Before the senior senior brother scolded him for being crazy, now it's his turn to be demented.
Not to mention that Wei Xiaobei left a handprint, which attracted many monks to stare blankly at each other.
At this time Wei Xiaobei had already entered the scripture storage pavilion.
Well, to be precise, it is not the Buddhist scriptures pavilion that tourists can see, but a newly built Buddhist scriptures pavilion. Although it looks like a wooden structure from the outside, when you walk in, you step on the ground with your legs, and you can see through the Simple mulch can feel the hardness of cement.
Seeing Wei Xiaobei's expression was different, the monk who led the way asked and explained with a smile: "The original Sutra Pavilion was destroyed several times due to flooding, and it was opened to tourists, so it is newly built now. The Buddhist scriptures pavilion has been transformed into a concrete structure."
Wei Xiaobei nodded, that was indeed the case. Although the wooden Buddhist scripture pavilion looked antique, in terms of fire prevention, no amount of fire extinguishers could stop the fire.
I'm afraid that if a fire breaks out, how many secret scripts in this Sutra Pavilion will disappear.
There is a desk behind the gate with a computer on it, and a young monk sits behind the computer. Seeing the monk bring Wei Xiaobei in, he hastily got up and saluted each other.
Afterwards, the monk showed his proof and introduced Wei Xiaobei to the other party. (To be continued.)