Chapter 141 Faxing Temple

  In the capital city, in front of a glass window on a tall building, a person was staring at the bright lights outside in a daze.

   Buzzing, the phone on the table vibrated. Lu Xiangyi took it over to take a look, and let out a snort.

   "Hey, why did you remember to call me?"

   "Is it convenient to talk?" Wang An was on the other end of the phone.

   "It's convenient, just say anything."

   "Did you do what you said last time?"

   Lu Xiangyi, who was holding the phone, was silent for a while when he heard this, "I will go to Hu'an in two days, and we will talk in detail then."

   "Okay, remember to call me in advance."

  Wang An returned to Hu'an two days later, and that evening Lu Xiangyi came to his residence with two tea bags.

   "How is the old man?"

   "Very good, thank you for your help."

   "You are too polite, this year's new tea, let me give you a taste."

  Some things were unclear and inappropriate over the phone, so he came here in person.

   "There is a problem with the refining of the elixir. They suspect that the elixir formula is wrong, and they are adjusting it now."

   "Dan Fang is wrong, did Chen Xifeng not tell the truth?"

   "The specific reason is not clear, but I don't think it will be difficult to make breakthroughs in a short time. I have been watching this matter all the time. Why do you suddenly care about this matter?" Lu Xiangyi said truthfully.

  Will there be a breakthrough in a short time? Wang An was silent for a while after hearing this, "To be honest, I want to try the effect of that elixir."

   "I'll let you know if this elixir is ready." Lu Xiangyi said after pondering for a moment. "A few days ago, there were two cases in your place. The victim's body was weirdly twisted and his death was tragic. Do you know about this?"

   "You know, one of the victims was a relative of a friend of mine, and the murderer was found?"

   "Still looking. According to our analysis, the whole family who was killed in Yanzhao is actually related to one of the people who was killed in Hu'an. They worked together in Xijiang 23 years ago and lived in the same dormitory. They were roommates. The difference is that the victim in Hu'an has not married yet.

  As for Huan’s third victim, the friend and relative you mentioned, I think he was an accident. "

   "It was a complete accident. The brat did it by himself, but he died!" Wang An nodded.

   "Did you see what martial arts that man used?"

   "It feels like a kung fu of split muscles and bones, with skills and great strength."

   "We think so too. If you meet this person, you can deal with him, right?"

   "What do you mean? When you meet this kind of person, you should notify the Security Bureau as soon as possible. When you arrive, you can arrest him. If he resists, he can be shot and killed. How dangerous is it to engage in close combat!" Wang An said with a smile.

   "To be honest, the higher-ups want to catch people who are alive, and then study them carefully. It's too cheap to kill this kind of people directly."

   "Are you planning to use him as a guinea pig? Your words make me a little worried. Is it possible that one day I will be used as a guinea pig for research?" Wang An joked with a smile.

   "No." Lu Xiangyi said with a smile.

   "It's hard to say." Wang An smiled.

   "To be honest, depending on where you have come, you will be fine if you don't make principled mistakes." Lu Xiangyi said seriously.

   "I am a law-abiding citizen, have you ever been to Faxing?"

   "I've been there, the scenery is nice, do you want to go and see it?" Lu Xiangyi was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and felt that Wang An's words were a bit jumpy.

   "I went to Taihe Mountain, and I gained some experience. I want to go to Faxing Temple again. Is there real kung fu there?"

   "Yes, I can tell you this responsibly, absolutely, but you may not be able to touch it."

   Well, Lu Xiangyi's words made Wang An think of what he had experienced in Taihe Mountain. Those places that were bright on the bright side and the loudest were unavoidably disappointed. There were also some people in the deep mountains who silently guarded something so that they would not disappear. I think there were such people in Faxing Temple.

   This real treasure is never on the bright side.

   "Does the two classics of Yijin and marrow washing really exist?"

   "I heard that there are some, but few people have seen them, and the real copy may not be in Faxing Temple."

  Lu Xiangyi stayed here for about thirty minutes and then left. He said he would stay in Hu'an for a few days, and he could call him anytime if he needed help.

  After he left, Wang An was thinking in the room.

   "Everything can't be hanged on a tree. Since the elixir has not been practiced, and it is not known when it will be practiced, why not go to Faxing Temple first, and what may be gained?"

   After thinking about it and settling down, he went home the next day and told the two old people to take care of their health, take medicines on time, and call him if they have any questions.

   "Understood, as long as you work hard in Hu'an, don't worry about us."

  After returning to Hu'an from the mountain village, after a day, Goodnight embarked on a journey to Zhongyue Faxing Temple.

  Lu Xiangyi looked at the door that couldn't be knocked open, "Isn't it really going to Faxing Temple? It's better to just go if you say so."

  Starting early in the morning, Wang An arrived at the foot of Zhongyue in the afternoon.

  A mountain peak stands in front of you. Looking from a distance, it undulates from east to west. The giant dragon beams are tall and majestic, and the momentum is extended. Although they are all mountains, each has its own characteristics and flavors.

"Good place!"

  Wang An booked a hotel at the foot of the mountain for one night, and started climbing early the next morning.

  Zhongyue and Kuangshan are somewhat different from Taihe Mountain. There seems to be a little less water vapor in this mountain, but the scenery is also picturesque, and he came at the right time. It happened to be late summer and early autumn.

   One aspect of coming to Zhongyue is the scenery. Almost everyone who comes to Zhongyue must go to the famous Faxing Temple. After all, this is a place that frequently appears in various novels and movies, and it is known as the holy land of martial arts in the world.

   "Yi Jin Jing", "Washing the Marrow Sutra", "King Kong Indestructible Magic", "Golden Bell Cover"... Seventy-two unique skills, Wang An can name at least dozens of exercises.

  He came to Faxing Temple enjoying the scenery all the way. At this time, there were many tourists in the temple, especially watching the performance of the monks in the temple.

  Wang An came by coincidence, just in time to meet a monk performing Faxing Temple Kungfu, Iron Head Kungfu, hitting his head against a stone tablet.

  He just stayed aside quietly, watching the monk get his breath there for a while, and then slammed into a stone tablet, and the stone tablet was broken with a bang.

good! The onlookers applauded.

  Wang An carefully looked at the monk's head, it was slightly red, and it was obvious that there was a layer of calluses.

   This kind of kung fu cannot hit the stone tablet immediately. It needs to be practiced from soft things first, and gradually strengthened. No one can stand it if it hits the stone tablet when it comes up.

   After watching the Iron Head Kungfu, Wang An watched Shaolin boxing for a while, and he was familiar with this boxing style.

  Wang An walked around the Faxing Temple, worshiping Buddha and watching martial arts. He also saw the footprints left by years of trampling on the floor tiles and the holes left in the tree trunks. These are the traces left by the monks practicing martial arts in the past.

  This is a little different from Taihe Mountain, where you can more or less find some traces of martial arts.

  Wang An came to the legendary Buddhist scripture building, but this Buddhist scripture building was guarded by special monks, and outsiders were not allowed to enter. He walked around this Faxing Temple, and there was an endless stream of people in the temple.

  He also specifically asked the monk how to go through the formalities to learn martial arts in the temple, and whether he could learn the legendary seventy-two stunts and Yi Jin Jing. The monk explained it to him in detail.

   It turns out that it is not that simple to learn martial arts at Faxing Temple, not to mention the need to register. Ordinary lay disciples only learn basic boxing techniques. It takes a long time to get in touch with advanced kung fu. Basically, only monks of Faxing Temple can learn those advanced kung fu, and ordinary lay disciples cannot learn them.

  Wang An also wanted to visit the abbot of Faxing Temple or the head of the monk, but the answer he got was that the abbot was very busy, not to mention the tourists outside, even the monks in the temple could not see him just by meeting;

  Wang An was not discouraged in the slightest after hearing this. He knew that he was just a nobody, not a bigwig or a man of influence, and he had to come out to greet people as soon as he came.

   It is also good to go around if you can’t see people, and look at the beautiful scenery in the mountains.

  Wang An came to the outside of the temple and found that there were also monks practicing in the mountains, and a group of monks were speeding up the mountains with wooden barrels. There are also monks meditating in the mountains.

  He saw a middle-aged monk wearing a bamboo hat sitting on a rock, so he walked up to him and chatted with him for a while.

   "The benefactor also practices qigong?"

   "Know a little bit, I want to see the real Faxing Temple Kung Fu."

   "Oh, in the eyes of the benefactor, what is real kung fu?" The monk smiled after hearing this.

  Wang An looked around, then looked at the two-meter-high rock in front of him, jumped up, and rose up, like a big bird, directly onto the rock and then jumped down from the rock.

  The monk was taken aback when he saw this, and then he raised his thumb and exclaimed, "Good light work!"

   "I heard that Faxing Temple has seventy-two unique skills, the two classics of Yijin and Xiui. Outsiders are not allowed to watch it?"

   "There is this rule, which has been passed down for thousands of years. After all, some of these exercises are for strengthening the body, and some are for killing. People with bad temperament are not allowed to learn the exercises of my Faxing Temple."

   "I wonder if the exercises in Faxing Temple can produce the legendary true energy?"

   "True Qi?" The monk was slightly taken aback after hearing this. "The benefactor is talking about the kind of true qi mentioned in the novel. Those are mostly fabricated things. The poor monk has been in this Faxing Temple for more than ten years, but he has never seen anyone practice true qi, and he has never even heard of it."

  (end of this chapter)