Chapter 15: “Free Range” Lin Xuan; Elder Wen Dao

"Yes, you have practiced Qi 137 times in one hour."

After Lin Xuan stopped practicing Qi, Abbot Sanzang saw this and smiled with satisfaction.

At the beginning, Lin Xuan's Qi circulation was a little slow.

But after doing it several times, his Qi circulation speed increased significantly.

Especially after half an hour, each movement of Qi can be almost controlled within ten breaths.

And the process of Qi circulation is very perfect.

To be fair, it would be difficult for someone with ordinary talent to achieve this kind of speed and state in ten days or half a month.

Even for those with outstanding qualifications, it would take two or three days.

But Lin Xuan only took half an hour.

In particular, the martial arts he practiced was the upper-level Shaolin Heart Sutra "Dragon Elephant Subduing Demons".

This is even more rare.

"Master, how long do you think it will take me to truly practice the Dragon Elephant Subduing Demon Technique?"

Hearing the praise from Abbot Sanzang, Lin Xuan looked normal, without any sign of joy, he just looked up and asked.

Practicing Qi is only the first step in cultivation.

How to absorb the true Qi, strengthen it, and unleash its power is what Lin Xuan cares most about.

Abbot Sanzang smiled and said:

"My disciple, there is no need to be anxious. The Dragon Elephant Subduing Demon Technique is to draw the "Qi" between heaven and earth from the inside out, so you should learn to observe everything around you."

"Observe everything around you?"

Lin Xuan frowned.

Immediately, he lowered his head and began to think.

Abbot Sanzang asked him to observe everything around him, which was to sense the "Qi" around him.

Thinking of this, Lin Xuan suddenly understood. He nodded and said:
"Master, disciple understands."

Abbot Sanzang stroked his beard and smiled:
"As long as you know."

He then ordered:
"Lin Xuan, it's noon, you should go eat."

"As for the afternoon time, you can arrange it yourself."

"Whenever you feel that you are ready, you can come and find me as your teacher."

Hearing what Abbot Sanzang said, Lin Xuan nodded:
"Disciple noted it down."

He understood that his master was letting him "let himself go".

He doesn't arrange his studies deliberately and doesn't have that many requirements.

That's fine too.

It saves some trouble.

He can practice very freely without many worries.

If Abbot Sanzang could read minds, he would definitely laugh in surprise when he knew that Lin Xuan thought this way.

He did not intend to "let his disciple run wild".

But he performed too well.

Even he, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, found it difficult to adapt to such excellence.

For example, today he came to me to learn how to practice Qi.

But Abbot Sanzang's plan for him was that he must complete the Qi circulation within a hundred breaths today.

But in the end, he achieved the requirements in less than half an hour.

This was far beyond what Abbot Sanzang had imagined.

In the end, he had to consider how to teach this apprentice.

After much deliberation, Abbot Sanzang decided to let everything take its course.

He didn't ask Lin Xuan to do anything, as that would only interfere with his growth and curb his thinking.

Faced with such a genius, what Abbot Sanzang has to do is to guide him in major matters so that Lin Xuan will not go astray in the future.

Don't worry too much about small things.

To be honest, sometimes Abbot Sanzang was also very curious about how the abbot of Shaolin taught the three great monks.
Is it the same as what I am thinking now...

……

After Lin Xuan left the abbot's courtyard, he went to the kitchen to have lunch.

As usual, he would feel full after eating three bowls of rice.

Abbot Sanzang had no plans for the afternoon.

Lin Xuan decided to practice Qigong in the dormitory for an hour and a half, and then visit Shaolin.

By the way, go and visit Zhang Dong.

Speaking of which, Lin Xuan has been in Shaolin Temple for nearly half a month. In another half a month, he will be able to return to Xiawa Village with Zhang Dong.

……

……

Back in the dormitory, Lin Xuan concentrated his energy on his Dantian, sat in meditation with his eyes closed, and began to circulate Qi.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he entered the state.

It only takes three breaths for the Qi to complete a cycle.

There is no sloppiness.

The main feature is smoothness.

This went on for an hour and a half before Lin Xuan opened his eyes again.

After a brief perception, he found that the true Qi in his body was a bit more condensed than in the morning.

I feel a little stronger.

So he thought:
"If I use this Qi to perform the Arhat Fist now, I wonder if I can split three bricks with one hand?"

Although he thought so, Lin Xuan didn't try it after all.

Instead, he got out of bed and prepared to look for Zhang Dong.

……

Zhang Dong’s master is Elder Wen Dao.

He is in charge of the Medicine King Hall in Shaolin Temple.

He is an expert in medicine and practices both medicine and Buddhism, and he also enjoys great prestige in Shaolin Temple.

But Lin Xuan remembered that in the original work, the personality of this Shaolin elder was unique.

They often act in unexpected and strange ways, making people laugh and cry.

……

Shaolin Temple.

Yaowangyuan.

In a pharmacy, Zhang Dong was pounding medicine with a pestle. In front of him were two teenagers of the same age as him. One was busy cutting medicine, while the other was burning firewood to cook medicine.

Suddenly, the young man who was cutting the medicine seemed to have thought of something and said to Zhang Dong:
"Senior Brother Zhang, I asked for you. Among the new lay disciples accepted by Elder Xuanfeng, there is no one named Lin Xuan. Did you remember the wrong name?"

Zhang Dong knew that Lin Xuan had come to Shaolin to become a disciple some time ago.

But at that time, he had not returned to Shaolin Temple.

After returning to Shaolin Temple, he wanted to visit Lin Xuan, but Elder Wen Dao asked him to go out with him to collect herbs.

After finally finishing collecting all the herbs, there was a pile of work waiting for him to do.

After all this time, he really couldn't spare the time.

I can only ask someone to find out.

Hearing this, Zhang Dong shook his head and didn't believe it at all:

"impossible!"

"Lin Xuan and I grew up together, how could I possibly remember his name wrong?"

Zhang Dong said to himself:
"Didn't he come to Shaolin... No, Brother Xuan was sent here by Uncle Lin himself."

Immediately, he changed his mind and said to the man:
"He is not among Elder Xuanfeng's disciples. He is most likely a disciple of another elder, perhaps Elder Longchuan."

Say it.

The young man who was boiling the medicine suddenly turned his head to look at him and whispered:

"Brother Zhang, Elder Longchuan has been obsessed with two-handed swordsmanship for many years and has not accepted any disciples for a long time."

"Also, I heard from other brothers that Elder Longchuan was sent out by Abbot Sanzang to deal with those bandits."

After these words were spoken, Zhang Dong fell silent for a moment.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the boy who was boiling medicine.

As a result, the originally harmonious atmosphere suddenly became cold.

The boy who was boiling the medicine seemed to realize that he had said something wrong and quickly corrected himself:

"Brother Zhang, look at my mouth. I only know how to eat and can't talk. Don't take it seriously."

After saying that, he glanced at Zhang Dong.

He still has a dark face.

His tone slowed down, and he spoke mysteriously:

"Brother Zhang, I heard that the abbot of our Shaolin Temple, Sanzang, has recently accepted a new lay disciple. Do you think it could be the one named Lin Xuan from your village?"

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