More than half an hour later, the sound of bells suddenly rang in the temple, and it came from afar, but the monks from Xianfeng Temple had already started to do "morning classes".

Although there are many temples on Mount Emei, which is the temple of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva on earth, in recent decades, after it has been opened into a tourist area, it has been crowded with tourists every day, and the hustle and bustle is like a downtown area, and it has long since disappeared from the purity and peace of the past, so there are not many "monks" in the true sense. There are only two or three hundred monks and nuns on the entire mountain.

The rest are mostly some "fakes" with names but not real things. Although they shave their heads and wear monk's robes, they are actually just like those working in the city. Not to mention Buddhist practice, it is not easy to ask him to proficiently recite the next "diamond sutra" according to the script.

Or more, it should be considered a "performance" that attracts tourists.

Xianfeng Temple is not small in size. During morning classes, monks in the 20th and 30th also chant wooden fish together to recite scriptures. When the bell rang, they would always attract many early tourists to watch. If they were "good men and women", they would inevitably "echo" and worship piously, and then generously donate to add some "scented and oil money" to the "merit box" in the temple.

After sending Sun Lei and his classmates who had heard the news, Bai Ze returned to the room. His belongings were all in his bag and there was nothing to clean up. He just looked around and saw that there was nothing to forget, so he planned to leave directly.

Or you can walk up to Leidongping, Xixiangchi, or follow the way down to Wuxiangang, Qingyin Pavilion, where you can find the car to go down the mountain and go straight to Emei Mountain City.

Fortunately, Bai Ze's feet are amazing. Even if he doesn't need to work hard, he can use his usual speed much faster than ordinary people. Moreover, he has good physical strength, can hold the pores of his skin, keep his breath, and walk dozens of miles of mountain roads in one breath, so no matter how he goes, it will take him no matter how he goes up and down, and it will take him more than an hour.

I was carrying my bag and about to go downstairs, but suddenly a noise came from outside, mixed with exclamations of men and women, young and old, gathered together, and immediately broke the tranquility of the entire temple in the morning.

"What happened again? The sound seemed to be coming from the Daxiong Temple behind, where the monks did morning classes!" Bai Ze was stunned, feeling a little funny. Since he stayed here overnight last night, the whole night has happened in the temple one after another.

First, Hou San sought revenge in the middle of the night, and then in the morning, he had a conflict with the two young people who practiced Sanda. Now the monks' morning class seems to have been disturbed! This Xianfeng Temple is really lively.

"Catch him, this madman came to the temple to steal offerings and blaspheme the Buddha and Bodhisattva, and was so sinful! Never ask him to run away again... Ami, that Buddha!"

Bai Ze moved his ears and walked to the window and looked down. He saw a dirty man wearing ragged clothes, smiling and catching two apples in his hand, and the juices he had eaten were splashing everywhere while running. At the same time, behind him, he was chasing dozens of monks of all sizes, wearing a cassock. He was already scolding and panting, sweating all over his head, but he still looked angry and chased him.

The sound was surprisingly loud, and even many tourists far away were alarmed.

But at this time, there were not many people who dared to really come forward to stop the fruit. The man who snatched the fruit in front of him had a dark face and had no idea how long it had been washed. He hung down long and covered half of his face. He seemed to have something greasy and dripping downwards. He looked like he was not a "normal person". He was either a homeless man in the mountains or had a nerve problem, otherwise the old monk would not shout and call him "crazy".

Seeing this scene, people along the way felt that it was too late to dodge. Who would have been willing to get into trouble?

Even the monks who had been chasing behind were bluffing. Although they were shaking flags and shouting, they were mostly far away and shouting loudly. A group of young men in their thirties were not as fast as the old monks in front of them.

Fortunately, there were always some people in the temple who came to Mount Emei who came to worship Buddha and fulfill their vows. When they heard that some people dared to snatch the offerings in front of the Buddha, they were immediately furious. A group of elderly old men and women, along with the "nephews and women" around them, had dozens of people gathered together and blocked their way.

For a moment, he flew with his hands and scolding, and the person in front suddenly fell into the "wide sea" of the people.

"Interesting, there are staff from tourist areas everywhere in the mountains. Why did such a person run in?" Bai Ze watched the excitement upstairs and couldn't help but smile, but then he looked over the madman, but he was immediately surprised: "No, this madman is actually a master!"

Condescendingly, Bai Ze could see clearly that although this so-called madman was surrounded by the crowd and kept fighting, no one had ever touched him at all. Everyone's hands were waving, scratching, and then fell into the void. The man held his head with both hands, and seemed to be frightened by a group of people. He held half an apple in his mouth and drooling, but his feet moved, but he always walked through the gap that was inadvertently exposed in the middle of the crowd.

No matter how hard the people from all directions use and how fast they take action, they are still one step slower, and the difference between the two lines seems to be the end of the world.

Moreover, the man was walking through the crowd like a headless fly, but his speed never slowed down. Whenever someone blocked the way in front of him, he was densely packed and without gaps. When others squeezed forward, they were like an antelope hanging on his horns and passing by. Before those people could react, they passed by.

It seemed as if he had applied a thick layer of grease on his body. Not only did he slip and he was not strong enough, he twisted and twisted. As soon as everyone approached his body, they would unconsciously "avoid" the sides.

"Master, great master!" Bai Ze looked at it, and he was so drunk that he looked intoxicated. "It is said that Tai Chi is the best at removing power. If you get the true teaching and practice it to the best level, you will have no strength on your body. Even something as gentle as a feather can be removed from the falling momentum and cannot touch it. It is really a feather that cannot be added, and a rope worm cannot fall. I heard from the old man before, but I thought it was an old man who exaggerated it in the past, but I didn't expect that someone could really practice internal skills to this level! It was incredible."

Bai Ze practiced Kung Fu in external martial arts. Although there are tricks to breathing and qi training, he is more strong and not good at health preservation than internal martial arts. It can nourish the vital energy of the internal organs and meridians. Although he has learned some internal martial arts through various channels before, Tai Chi Bagua and other things, and can also play well, without exception, it is difficult to touch the root of these martial arts. He practiced them all in a superficial manner. It is okay to use them to play and stretch their muscles and bones. If you want to use this as a step to prolong your life and make yourself cultivate both inside and outside, it is like a dream.

In China, the three major internal martial arts are practiced by Tai Chi, Bagua, and Xingyi, but there are very few who can get the true teachings. Even if Bai Ze wants to learn, he doesn’t have that way!

However, now, the crazy man in front of him has obviously practiced internal martial arts to a thrilling level.

It seemed as if I had noticed something from afar. The "madman" in the crowd suddenly opened his mouth, spit out half of the apple he was biting, and turned his head and looked towards Bai Ze.

boom!

At this moment, the two of them were separated by one or two hundred meters, and their eyes collided. Bai Ze only felt a roar in his head, followed by a roar. The man's eyes glanced at him so faintly, and his whole aura instantly rose to a point that Bai Ze could not imagine. He couldn't help but feel excited all over and took three steps back.

The chest was undulating like a huge rock pressing on the chest, and Bai Ze's breathing suddenly reached a very rapid point.

At that moment, in Bai Ze's eyes, this person was no longer the dirty, ragged, and like a mad man before. His eyes were so sharp. The light flashed hundreds of meters away was like the rays of starlight hanging above his head in the darkness. As soon as it caught my eye, Bai Ze was under extremely heavy pressure and almost couldn't breathe.

A person who can only look at him with a light glance can be called a person like Bai Ze who has unique skills and only has his own heart to do things. He can't help but retreat continuously. With this alone, he can conclude that this crazy person is definitely a master who is invincible. He is dozens of times better than Hou San and others who were kicked to death by him yesterday.

Because at least Hou San could still see his kung fu at first sight, and if this person had not been stopped by so many people, even if he stood in front of him and was attracted to him for three days and three nights, he would definitely not have seen it. He just thought he was a lunatic.

It is said that when a person's boxing skills are meticulous and return to the essence, he can restrain all his breath as usual. If he is not willing, no matter how old a master is, he will not feel any abnormality in him.

Moreover, in boxing, there has always been a saying of "eye-hitting", which is about some great boxers in the past who practiced their eyes as if they were full of spirits and were concise in their spirits. They often didn't have to fight with people. If they stared at them, they could sweat a lot like a nightmare, and they had to kneel down and admit defeat.

"Could this be such a person!"

Bai Ze's kung fu is definitely not weak. He can shock him to take three steps back at a glance. How far is his realm?

Bai Ze's blood suddenly boiled.

He quickly shook his head, picked up his backpack and kicked it in three or two steps, and rushed downstairs. Sure enough, he saw that the crazy man was already swimming like a fish at this time, and squeezed out of the crowd in a few strokes. He laughed and ran all the way out of the temple gate of Xianfeng Temple.
Chapter completed!