After leaving the Zen room, Jiang Ji met Monk Fakong.

He quickly clasped his hands together and bowed: "I have met uncle."

"No need to be polite, huh?"

Monk Fakong looked at Jiang Ji carefully for a moment and said, "Look at your restrained energy, not like before, your eyes are shining brightly and your breath is leaking. Could it be that it is transforming into internal energy?"

After practicing martial arts, it is manifested in the appearance of dragon spirits and tiger spirits, and their eyes are bright and bright. When the internal strength is deep, the temples will bulge high.

Of course, this is a warrior who practices general exercises.

If you practice the profound internal skills and mental methods and practice it to the depths, you will not have these appearances.

Or maybe the martial arts return to nature, making people unable to see the truth or reality.

After Jiang Jihua produced internal energy, the aura that gave people a violent feeling of decline on his body fell, so Monk Fakong asked this question.

Jiang Ji replied respectfully: "Report to Master, my disciples occasionally gain something in their practice today, and they have transformed into internal energy."

"Haha... OK, I thought you were talented before, but I didn't expect you to reach this point so soon."

Monk Fakong was very happy, with a bright smile on his slightly vicious face.

"This essence is perfect, and the transformation of internal energy is very important. If you don't talk about anything else, your foundation will be very solid.

Unlike some sects who directly practice internal skills and mental methods, forcibly urge the essence and energy to generate internal energy, and then spend a lot of time to make up for the physical deficit."

Monk Fakong looked proud: "I have been passed down from Shaolin for thousands of years. Not only have advanced martial arts, but also have no basic martial arts. There is no basic martial arts in the world that can be compared with the method of forging muscles, bones, and gold body.

Even the Wudang Sect, which is as famous as my Shaolin, is inferior to that of me."

Jiang Ji knew very little about this world, only knew that the dynasty ruled outside was named Zhou, and he just nodded silently in the face of Monk Fakong's words.

"There are Shaolin Temple, Wudang Sect, or Zhou Dynasty, I don't know which world this is?"

Monk Fakong didn't know what Jiang Ji was thinking, so he turned around and said, "Come with me, I'll take you to see the abbot."

...

Inside the Main Hall.

As the monks recite Buddhist scriptures, Master Mingzhi, the current presidency of Shaolin Temple, is taking precepts to Jiang Ji.

This time I took the precepts of monks, so it seems more formal.

After taking the precepts, Jiang Ji officially became a Shaolin monk.

Originally, most novice monks had to go through three years of hardship before they could take the precepts of monks, but because Jiang Ji had already transformed into internal energy in one month and was usually calm.

Therefore, Jiang Ji was able to take the precepts of monks in advance.

Master Mingzhi recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, and the treasure is solemn: "The monks in this temple are ranked by the great enlightenment and clear Dharma, pure wisdom and nature emptiness. Su Ming, you have outstanding talents in martial arts, steady personality, and have a high understanding of Buddhist principles. Now I give you the Dharma name Pure Heart, I hope you will never forget your original heart."

"Yes, abbot."

Jiang Ji answered respectfully.

Master Mingzhi filled in the word "Pure Heart" into the certificate of dharma and handed it over to Jiang Ji.

Then he looked at the monks in the hall and said, "Jingxin, you are a disciple of the Jing generation of this temple. From now on, you will be taught by Master Fakong."

Monk Fakong had a serious face: "Abide by the law!"

Jiang Ji respectfully greeted Fakong: "Master."

"Um."

Monk Fakong nodded slightly and decided to have a master-apprentice relationship from then on.

Then Jiang Ji greeted other elders in turn.

After officially becoming a member of Shaolin, Jiang Jicai gradually came into contact with the core of Shaolin Temple and learned various martial arts of Shaolin Temple.

Return to the Zen Room from the Main Hall.

Monk Fakong smiled and said, "You will be my disciple in the future. You must collect the certificate of the abbot and uncle. If you go down the mountain to experience it in the future, you can use this certificate to hang a order in a temple, and ordinary officers and soldiers will not make things difficult for you."

"Disciple understand."

Monk Fakong nodded slightly, and then said in a deep voice: "When entering my Shaolin gate wall, you should first learn internal skills, and then Shaolin Changquan, Arhat Fist, and Huhu Fist.

After you have a deep inner strength, you can learn Wei Tuo Palm and Flower Scattering Palm.

As a teacher, you are the first seat of the Arhat Hall. Since you are my disciple, you will also belong to the Arhat Hall. As a teacher, you will teach you the Arhat magical skills and the basic internal skills of the Arhat Hall.

But you have excellent roots and bones, your strength and physique are beyond ordinary people, and you are an excellent candidate for practicing martial arts horizontally. Therefore, you plan to teach you the Golden Bell Cover, one of the seventy-two unique skills.

You should keep it in mind and study hard and practice hard to live up to your high hopes of being a teacher.”

Jiang Ji didn't expect that he could learn the 72 unique skills level martial arts as soon as he got started. He was both happy and nervous.

"Master, this... I heard that all the 72 unique skills will take more than ten years to learn, and only those who have made achievements in martial arts can pass on it. If you pass it to me now, will you..."

Although Jiang Ji was very happy to learn the Golden Bell Cover, if he was implicated by this, the master who gave him a lot of care, he would be really sorry.

Although Jiang Ji did not finish speaking, Fakong still understood what he meant.

He smiled with relief: "I have reported this to the abbot and your master agrees, so don't worry.

And I am just teaching you some of the skills of the Golden Bell Cover. Whether you can get the following skills depends on yourself."

Jiang Ji felt relieved: "Yes, Master, I will definitely not disappoint Master."

Fakong nodded and then said, "My Shaolin Golden Bell cover has nine layers, which are integrated inside and outside. You can be inseparable from swords and guns and invade water and fire.

Now I will teach you the first three levels of martial arts. If you listen, please ask me if you don’t understand anything.”

Soon Jiang Ji recorded the third level of martial arts, and then began to ask sentence by sentence, understand the martial arts thoroughly before he began to practice.

The internal force in the dantian began to operate along the route of the Golden Bell cover, and then began to absorb the essence in the body and grow rapidly, as if it was like a snowball.

The internal force produced by the method of forging muscles and bones and changing the golden body is extremely pure, and it is in line with the Golden Bell Cover. It is both authentic Buddhist martial arts.

In addition, Jiang Ji has the talent of natural divine power and is even more talented in horizontal training, so he makes his progress very fast.

Fakong, who was guarding the side, was shocked as he felt Jiang Ji's rapid entry into the Golden Bell Cover and his rapid increase in aura.

He himself practiced the Golden Bell Cover and naturally understood the difficulty of practicing this technique.

At the beginning, he also practiced the method of cultivating muscles, bones, and transformed into internal energy, and then practiced the golden bell cover, but it took him three days to get started and three months to reach the second level.

He has been practicing for more than 20 years, but he is only at the sixth level.

However, his speed of practicing the golden bell cover is already considered to be fast among those who have practiced in all generations.

Shaolin Temple has been passed down for more than a thousand years, but only a few can cultivate the Golden Bell Cover to the ninth level, and can count it with both hands.

This shows the difficulty of this technique, but now Jiang Ji has started it in an instant.

Fakong thought of Jiang Jiyeyue's transformation into internal energy, and couldn't help but look forward to it: "I wonder if this disciple will continue to surprise me this time?"
Chapter completed!