Chapter 251: Luo Han Fist

"Come, stand in a horse stance, set up your posture, and start learning the Luo Han Fist."

Lu Yang learned Meng Jingzhou's movements just now, sinking his qi into his dantian, chest out and head high, left foot opened half a step to the left, two palms drawing arcs.

"Ha!"

"The sound is not loud enough, again!"

"Ha!"

"The sound is louder!"

"Ha!"

Lu Yang's voice grew louder and louder, finally reaching Meng Jingzhou's standard.

"Master taught me that shouting during battle is a way to release restrictions. The louder the sound, the more you can exert true power, and even surpass ordinary power."

"When punching, keep your arms and line of sight horizontal."

"Clench your fist tightly, imagine holding a pebble in your hand, clench the pebble with the greatest force, as if you want to crush it."

These were taught by the third elder when Meng Jingzhou learned the fist technique, and now they are all taught to Lu Yang.

"The Luo Han Fist pays attention to following up and down, steps following hand changes, and the strength of hardness and softness. Your movements are too rigid, you must connect them, you must be soft!"

Meng Jingzhou pointed out Lu Yang's mistakes one by one and corrected them. These are common mistakes when practicing fist techniques.

Lu Yang had good talent in martial arts, which could be seen from the fact that he learned the Zoomorphic Fist in half a day and improved it into the Lu-style Zoomorphic Fist in another half a day.

"The sea of bitterness is boundless, turn back to the shore!"

Lu Yang soon learned it with a decent look, and there was compassion for monks between his eyebrows. At first glance, he was a great kind person.

Lu Yang's ears rang with Meng Jingzhou's earnest teachings: "Master told me that the Luo Han Fist is a fist technique that persuades people to be kind. The so-called sea of bitterness is boundless, turn back to the shore. If you can finish a set of fist techniques and make people put down the butcher knife and turn to kindness, this Luo Han Fist will be great."

"It's just a pity that the world is ignorant and unable to put down the weapons in their hands and turn to kindness. Therefore, there are only two or three people in history who can practice the Luo Han Fist to the great achievement."

Meng Jingzhou placed one hand on his chest, really having the meaning of a high monk.

"When learning the Luo Han Fist, the state of mind is also very important. It is best to imagine yourself as a Buddhist disciple. I even studied Buddhist scriptures for a while when I learned the Luo Han Fist."

"Reciting Buddhist scriptures?" Lu Yang felt that he had faintly found the method.

Lu Yang didn't need to learn Buddhist scriptures on the spot. He had read Buddhist scriptures such as the "Diamond Sutra", "Ming Wang Sutra", and "Heart Sutra" in the library in his spare time, and the hypnotic effect was first-class.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the Immortal of Immortality's exquisite face floated in his mind.

The Immortal of Immortality was wearing beige pajamas, tilting her head and looking at Lu Yang.

"... Immortal, can you stand to the side of my spiritual space? I am recalling Buddhist scriptures."

"Oh."

Without the Immortal of Immortality in his sight, Lu Yang began to recall the Buddhist scriptures. The contents of the "Diamond Sutra", "Ming Wang Sutra", and "Heart Sutra" appeared in front of him. Lu Yang pondered and understood the state of mind of the authors of the scriptures, placing himself in it.

In reality, Meng Jingzhou looked at Lu Yang in surprise.

Lu Yang closed his eyes tightly, his movements slower than at the beginning, like an old man shaped like a withered tree, but he had the feeling of a compassionate high monk in every move.

"Could it be that this kid Lu Yang is suitable for becoming a monk?" Meng Jingzhou guessed secretly.

As Lu Yang's understanding of Buddhist scriptures and the Luo Han Fist deepened, his movements became more fluid, like flowing clouds and water, without any pause, as if he had practiced hundreds or thousands of times, and the movements had long been remembered and turned into instinct.

Bang—bang—

Every time Lu Yang threw a punch, there was a sound of air explosion, and there was a faint sound of Buddha echoing, as if an old monk was chanting scriptures in the void, teaching people to be kind to others.

Lu Yang closed his eyes and punched until evening. Seeing that he had nothing to teach, Meng Jingzhou squatted on the side, watching when this grandson would open his eyes.

"Hoo—"

Lu Yang finished a set, breathed and closed his work, opened his eyes, his eyes bright and energetic.

"Practiced it?" Meng Jingzhou looked at Lu Yang in surprise. He had learned it for three full days, and this kid became it in just one day?

Is there any justice in this?

"Slightly achieved." Lu Yang said modestly.

"Try it." Meng Jingzhou's heart was itching, wanting to see how Lu Yang learned. He didn't believe that he had practiced for more than half a month and still couldn't beat Lu Yang who had learned for one day?

"Then try it." Lu Yang was also itching, wanting to practice, to see his level.

The two looked at each other, set up their postures at the same time, and coincidentally cast the Luo Han Fist, conducting a pure competition.

"Black Tiger Steals Heart!"

"Black Tiger Steals Heart!"

"Down Smash Hammer!"

"Down Smash Hammer!"

The two collided with fists and feet, with great force, like thunder exploding in the field, shaking the leaves of the old trees around the martial arts field.

The two had the same moves and the same strength, fighting heartily, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

"Didn't expect it, you learned the Luo Han Fist in just one day and are the same as me. Maybe you can practice the Luo Han Fist to great achievement one day and persuade people to be kind!"

"Just lucky." Although Lu Yang said this, judging from his proud expression, it had nothing to do with the word lucky.

Lu Yang just wanted to be reserved for a few more words, but inadvertently glanced at Meng Jingzhou's head, his expression changed slightly.

"What's wrong, is there any problem with my head?" Meng Jingzhou was confused.

"No, no problem." Lu Yang's eyes dodged, as if he had done something wrong.

Meng Jingzhou looked at Lu Yang suspiciously, subconsciously touching his head.

Wait, is something missing from the head?

"Where is my hair?!"

Meng Jingzhou took out a small mirror from his identity jade plate and shone it on his head for a long time.

His head was bare, and sparrows would slip if they stood on it.

He was bald.

Like an Luo Han.

In the spiritual space, the Immortal of Immortality laughed until she couldn't straighten up.

"Lu Yang, explain it clearly to me, what is going on!" Meng Jingzhou's first reaction was to suspect Lu Yang.

His hair was part of body refining, how could it fall out for no reason?

He just discovered that there was hair by his feet, which had just fallen off.

"I, I don't know either. It's just that when I was punching just now, I found your hair falling off particularly fast. When I wanted to remind you, your hair had already fallen out." Lu Yang was a little panicked. He really didn't understand where the problem was.

Speaking of this, Lu Yang seemed to have figured out something, suddenly enlightened: "I understand."

"What do you understand?"

"Think about it, is the purpose of the Luo Han Fist to persuade people to be kind? Where does evil come from? It comes from trouble. Buddhism has the saying of three thousand troubles. Without three thousand troubles, there is no malice, and you can turn to kindness."

"Besides, how much like an Luo Han you look now, and it matches the Luo Han Fist particularly well!"

Hearing this, Meng Jingzhou pounced on Lu Yang like a hungry tiger pouncing on food: "I think you look like an Luo Han!"

Lu Yang felt guilty and ran away: "This is my Luo Han Fist great achievement, you can't hit me!"

"This is not the Luo Han Fist at all, it's a shaving technique! Stop for me!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 252 =====