Chapter 141

The clouds and mist dispersed, and the moonlight shone between the houses, casting a faint layer of white light.

The night wind was slightly cool, and the old monk wearing a patchwork robe stood quietly in the shadows of the houses, the wind pulling his washed-white clothes to float slowly.

Liang Qu did not relax his vigilance because of the old monk's words.

Late at night, except for large restaurants and large banks, ordinary people have long since lain down to rest, and beggars wouldn't choose this time to come out to beg.

Suddenly an old monk appeared wanting to take him as a disciple; no matter how you look at it, it's strange.

Furthermore, he couldn't see the old monk's aura at all; he was ninety-nine percent an expert.

Liang Qu pondered for a while and said cautiously: "Master, why do you want to take me as a disciple?"

"All dharmas arise from conditions, all tied to fate."

The old monk turned the prayer beads, watching Liang Qu. A pair of eyes were black and white, clear as an infant's, far from being as turbid and yellow as the old people in the neighborhood.

"Benefactor, you possess dragon tendons and tiger bones. This poor monk has a technique called the 'Vajra Sutra of Subduing Dragons and Taming Tigers.' For ordinary people to practice it, it is only a superior technique, but for you, it is a supreme technique.

This poor monk observes that you are not yet twenty years old. If you practice this method, you will definitely enter the Perfected Form Realm within thirty years, and you have the hope of attaining the Luo Han fruit position, which is what ordinary people call the Martial Saint Realm."

Liang Qu was speechless.

The monk is really good at bragging; he opens his mouth and says he will definitely enter the Perfected Form Realm in thirty years and has hope for the Martial Saint Realm. Is he planting Chinese cabbage?

In storybooks, at least one has to fall off a cliff to meet a grandfather and learn peerless martial arts.

I don't even need to fall; I can meet one just by walking on the street?

But Liang Qu didn't expect to be seen through as having martial bones at a glance. He is a master who can brag, so it's not good to offend him.

Liang Qu politely declined: "Qu already has a master and cannot worship others again. Besides, it is passed down to only one person in three generations, and I have no intention of becoming a monk. I am afraid I will disappoint you, Master."

The old monk lowered his eyebrows and silently turned the prayer beads.

The night wind blew, and it was silent.

Seeing the old monk not speaking, Liang Qu was slightly uneasy.

"Since that is the case," the old monk raised his head again, "this poor monk will not force it. It's just that this poor monk has been traveling far and hasn't eaten for two days. Can you allow this poor monk to disturb you for a while and bestow a meal of vegetarian food?"

Liang Qu was stunned.

To be honest, he was not very willing.

This old monk is too weird, but since he has said so much, it's not good not to agree.

"Naturally, that's fine. Master, follow me."

The old monk bowed: "Many thanks, Benefactor."

Liang Qu sighed in his heart, stepped forward diagonally, ensuring his peripheral vision could see the old monk's movements, led him to open the door of the side plank room, and entered the kitchen.

There was a small table in the kitchen. Liang Qu moved a small stool for the old monk to sit down.

"Master, sit down first. I'll go prepare."

"Good."

Liang Qu rummaged through the cabinet, found some vegetables and seasonings, and started a fire to cook.

At midnight, the elderly woman who cooked had long since gone home to sleep. If he wanted to treat the old monk, he could only cook a meal himself.

Speaking of which, this was the first time Liang Qu had started a fire to cook since he came here. Before hiring a cook, he ate outside or at the martial arts hall.

Because he hadn't used an ancient stove, he was quite unfamiliar with it, but it didn't matter much.

Liang Qu added water, covered it, and turned his head to see the old monk holding a wooden board, picking up a piece of charcoal to write on the board.

The wooden board seemed to be waste material left over from building the house and making the door. He didn't know when the old monk had taken it.

Liang Qu didn't dare to look carefully at what was written on it. He looked at his nose and his heart, and after the vegetable porridge was cooked, he served a bowl and brought it over.

"Many thanks, Benefactor."

The old monk put his hands together, and after worshipping, he took the bowl with one hand and handed the board with the other.

"Master, this is..."

"The 'Vajra Sutra of Subduing Dragons and Taming Tigers'."

Liang Qu frowned and didn't take it.

"I said, I already have a master."

The old monk's withered skin twitched, sticking to his bone structure, and he actually squeezed out a smile: "No need to worship as a teacher; consider it a reward for the vegetarian meal."

This monk...

Liang Qu felt a great interest in his heart.

The old monk didn't seem as dangerous as he thought; he wasn't some reclusive weirdo.

Definitely enter the Perfected Form Realm within thirty years, with hope for the Luo Han fruit position.

Have to admit, this sentence is still quite curious, and it was exchanged for a bowl of vegetable porridge, which is almost like getting it for free.

Who doesn't like getting things for free?

"Master, drink slowly."

Liang Qu put down the bowl and took the wooden board.

With a wipe of his hand, the wooden board actually spread out like a peacock opening its tail.

The wooden board had been cut into more than ten thin slices!

What profound internal energy!

The wooden board used for the wooden door was not rotten wood; he used oak, which is hard and heavy.

He didn't see the old monk take out any sharp weapons, but with just a pair of flesh hands, he actually divided the wooden board into so many pages.

Liang Qu lit an oil lamp by the stove and looked at it carefully.

Every thin slice was filled with characters written in charcoal ash, the handwriting vigorous and powerful, like dragons and snakes moving.

"The body of a person, internally the five viscera and six bowels, externally the four limbs and hundred bones; internally essence, qi, and spirit, externally tendons, bones, and flesh, all together form the body..."

After a while...

The candlelight flickered. Liang Qu wanted to sleep the more he read, and his brain became more dizzy the more he read, his eyes aching unbearably.

This technique was mixed with a large number of Buddhist terms and allusions, which was completely his knowledge blind spot.

What Liang Qu learned in the academy was mostly classics, history, and humanities, and he had learned the "Wan Sheng Wansheng Baoyuan," which could be considered as having some involvement with Daoist concepts, but he didn't understand Buddhist things at all.

At first, he could read it stumbling, but the parts he didn't understand accumulated more and more, and he couldn't connect the front and back. From the second page, it was a mess.

Just from the intention of the opening, it was indeed a technique that was very suitable for him, and it had certain commonalities with the "Wan Sheng Wansheng Baoyuan," so he could fully practice both.

Just as the old monk finished drinking the vegetable porridge and put down the bowl and chopsticks.

Liang Qu neatly took out a tea set, poured hot water, poured a cup of good tea, and asked with a smile: "I wonder where you come from, Master?"

"This poor monk travels all over the world and has no fixed residence. If I have to say, I wandered in Qingzhou for a long time before, so I came from Qingzhou."

"Came from Qingzhou?"

Liang Qu nodded, just feeling it was a coincidence. He was a traveling monk. He took out the version of the "Vajra Sutra of Subduing Dragons and Taming Tigers" again.

"Master, I don't understand this technique of yours. I've never heard of many things on it. Can you explain it to me a little?"

The old monk smiled: "If you worship me as a teacher, you will naturally understand."

So he was waiting for himself here.

Liang Qu was dumbfounded and asked again: "Is it too casual for you to take a disciple, Master? You want to take me as a disciple after one look on the street? What if I were a person who does evil?"

"I noticed when you went out at the third quarter of the Xu hour. I have seen, heard, and explored along the way. Last year you donated silver to save people, at the end of the year you gave porridge, killed mountain ghosts to protect the villagers, and didn't forget to give alms after you got rich. This poor monk knows all of this and has my own judgment."

The old monk's eyes were burning.

There are many martial bones in the world, and dragon tendons and tiger bones are not the best, but they are the martial bones he most hopes to meet.

People choose techniques, and techniques choose people.

The person who created the technique does not necessarily have peerless cultivation.

A person with peerless cultivation does not necessarily have the ability to create techniques.

How difficult it is to encounter a technique that is completely suitable for oneself.

Dragon tendons and tiger bones, completely suitable for the Vajra Sutra of Subduing Dragons and Taming Tigers!

This method is only superior for others, but for dragon tendons and tiger bones, it is supreme!

What is even more commendable is that Liang Qu is kind and charitable.

Ordinary people with natural martial bones often hurt people's tendons and bones with a wave of their hands, and no one can cure them, often cultivating a lawless nature.

Wealthy families with natural martial bones are even more pampered and find it difficult to understand the suffering of the world.

Having traveled for so long, this was the first time the old monk had the idea of taking a disciple.

Liang Qu felt a toothache after hearing this. It was thanks to his good reputation that he had such a strange encounter today.

It was truly the first time he had experienced the good thing of a pie falling from the sky.

It's just that he is not a person who would betray his trust for the sake of a technique.

A teacher for a day is a father for life; how can a person recognize a father everywhere?

Anyway, the technique is in his hands; at worst, he will look at more Buddhist classics in the future and study it himself.

Liang Qu shook his head, stopped forcing it, picked up a cup of tea, and asked casually.

"Master, what is your realm? It might be a bit presumptuous; if you don't want to say, you don't have to..."

"According to what ordinary people say, it is the Perfected Form Realm."

"Pfft!"

Liang Qu sprayed out a mouthful of tea.