After the Bagua Sect people escaped, Baoxiang leisurely walked to Zhong Qi's body by Bai Xiang, and smiled and said, "Master Hongji, we're meeting again. You see, this is the fate method."

"Hiss..." Zhong Qi stood up, and when the cold wind blew, he was injured seven or eight holes, big and small, all of which were bloody, and he was so painful that he took a breath of cold air, and grinned and said, "Monkey Baoxiang, you have come in time. If you are a little late, I will go to your Western Paradise..."

I was in a cold stalemate with someone in the morning, but now I am smiling. I really pretend to be very fast, and being slapped in the face is also very fast.

However, Zhong Qi was full of color and didn't care about face. He was grateful to the monk for saving his life.

Baoxiang laughed when he heard this, put the tin staff flattened and put the tail on Zhong Qi's right arm. Zhong Qi let him do it, and was not prepared to resist.

Baoxiang held the Zen Staff with a golden ring head, but just raised it horizontally. The one-armed stick actually lifted Zhong Qi about a meter high. He then stretched out his right hand and took Zhong Qi's body and gently placed it on the white elephant's back. Fortunately, the elephant's back was wide and the saddle was large, so the two of them didn't feel narrow when they sat down.

Zhong Qi was very surprised by the monk's strength. With this move, he was afraid that one arm would have a thousand pounds of force. Moreover, he lifted one person with his bare hands and obtained a hundred pounds of arm strength.

Although Zhong Qi is thin, he still has hundreds of pounds. If he uses a tin staff to pick it up, he will have hundreds or thousands of pounds of arm strength.

Baoxiang whistled, and his mount was like a mountain. He ran and ran lightly, followed the mountain path and went straight to Tiantai Mountain. Zhong Qi asked, "Monk, where are you taking me to..."

"Taoist, you are very injured. If you have any important matters, let it go first. Follow me to Putuo Zen Temple for a few days. After you recover from the injury, it will not be too late to leave." Zen Master Baoxiang replied.

Zhong Qi thought for a while, nodded and said, "It's good that this is the case. I just hope that the elders in the temple will be tolerant and don't bother me to leave, but to come back."

"You don't have to think too much about this. The debate between Taoism and life is related to life. The elder of the Zen Temple still knows which one is more important, and just go with peace of mind."

After saying that, Zen Master Baoxiang said, he said, "It was just before that I was preaching the Dharma. The shouts of killing at the foot of the mountain were shocked. The elders thought that some thieves with cutting paths had come to the mountain in front of him and killed the passing pilgrims.

I hurried to come and rescue the monks, because I was with me and had the strength of my feet, so I came faster. When I left, they were still running around the house, and I was busy looking for some handy equipment."

As soon as Zen Master Baoxiang finished speaking, a row of monks rushed out from the corner of the mountain pavilion, blocking the front and back, each pulling flagpoles, rakes, and bamboo grates to make weapons. There were about dozens of people, all of whom were young monks in the Zen temple.

These little monks saw Baoxiang and said, "Why did the master go back so quickly? But we were too moved, and the robber ran away after hearing the news..."

"Haha... No, no, no, it turns out that they were some rascal gangsters from the countryside who wanted to steal Master Zhong, the monk. The monk rushed to yell twice. The thieves thought it was the official army who had come to suppress him, and they all went over the mountains and retreated." Baoxiang casually pulled a guise and dealt with it. Instead, he led the monks and carried Zhong Qi with the colored hanging onto the Zen temple.

When several left-behind monks in the Zen temple saw that the people were coming back quickly, they were all safe, so they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Those who came to ask about the situation were all excused by Baoxiang according to previous statements.

Knowing that Zhong Qi was injured by a "bandit", Elder Jingxuan hurriedly led the monks to sort out the medicinal materials. Fortunately, Elder Shi Jingxuan practiced for many years and was a man who knew the destiny and knew all medicines. He cleaned Zhong Qi's wounds one by one with wine to avoid being poisoned by the golden arrows.

However, the Zen temples are all monks who observe the Three Refuges and Five Precepts, and often have no reserves of sake. Tiantai Mountain is more than ten miles away from the nearest village community.

Elder Jingxuan had no choice but to rush to spread the ruminant of a few monks, lift some medicine to treat the trauma, and rub the rheumatism of the medicinal wine to investigate.

Afterwards, the internal and external injuries were investigated. Zhong Qi's left scapula and a rib was broken. These were all whipped by the wisp of the steel frame. Three chests were each about half an inch deep and one finger long, which was injured by Zhang Shaoyang with a sword weapon.

Two blades on the back were five or six inches long, one about a foot long, and it was cut from the shoulder to the bottom of the spine. Fortunately, the thin steel knife used by the strongman was just taking advantage of the momentum to lift it up. The wound was not deep, and it was just a layer of flesh and blood.

Zhong Qi felt pain when he was walking and crawling, so he had to lean on the fence of the Buddhist temple.

Just as I was about to squint my eyes and sleep for a while to relieve the pain, I just closed my eyes but was dripping with a bottle of aged medicinal wine from Elder Jingxuan.

"Hiss...uh..." Zhong Qi felt completely sleepy in an instant, and bursts of severe pain came, making people roll and wail. However, Zhong Qi saw Baoxiang and the monks watching, gritting their teeth and holding back.

After some treatment, I worked until dusk and finally packed it up. Zhong Qi's body was wrapped in white gauze, like a mummy.

Baoxiang corrected his bones again, fixed them with bamboo boards, and the injury was cured. Zhong Qi could not leave for a while, so he had to follow Jingxuan's words and stay in the Zen temple for cultivation.

Time flies, and more than ten days have passed. These monks have been asking questions all over the place. They have also made some herbs that stretch the muscles, iron arhats and other herbs to nourish the muscles and bones, and strengthen qi and blood to give Zhong Qi internal and external application.

Zhong Qiyi's external injuries were basically healed. Seeing that late autumn had passed, he also became determined to leave, so he went straight into the meditation hall. Zen Master Baoxiang was sitting in the pavilion and Elder Jingxuan were chatting.

Seeing Zhong Qi walking over, Jingxuan smiled and said, "Master Zhong, just remove the bandage. Be careful when you come out to move, don't burst into wounds..."

Zhong Qihan nodded with a smile: "In these days, there are more elders and Zen masters who have helped me, and I will never thank you for your kindness in the future. I will go through fire and water without hesitation."

Elder Jingxuan said: "Master Zhong is all the jungle in all directions, and they are all born. No need to thank you or not, no need to thank you."

"I am in the Zen temple and resting, disturbing the treasure temple for more than ten days. It is winter moon approaching again. I am here to say goodbye to the elders and Zen masters." Zhong Qi thought for a while and said bluntly.

Baoxiang heard this and said, "Brother Hong Jidao, your injury has not healed. You are so anxious. Let's rest in the Zen temple for a while."

"Yes, it's a hundred days since the injury is damaged. Fellow Daoist Zhong has recovered his left shoulder injury. At that time, Taoist Ren will come and go, and I will not keep you." Elder Jingxuan replied without any objection.

Then the two of them persuaded each other, but Zhong Qi was unable to do so, so he had to stay in the temple to cultivate according to his words.

Which monks chant scriptures? Zhong Qi was bored and bored because his injuries were not healed, and he could not play sticks or practice martial arts.

However, after the last battle, Zhong Qi summed up a lot of experience by picking ten in one match. He simply did nothing and kept thinking about the previous episode and thinking about how to deal with this situation next time he encountered it.

While checking for the shortcomings, although martial arts have not improved, the actual combat style is constantly accumulating and summarizing.

Every time Zen Master Baoxiang preaches, he invites Zhong Qi to listen. The two of them often debate the sutras and discuss the Dharma. Sometimes they fight red, but then they still ignore past grudges.

The monks in this Zen temple all regard the treasure elephant as living Buddhas. Apart from studying, they dare not debate the practice. Only Zhong Qi often dismantled the treasure elephant, and they had to refute any disagreement.

Influenced by the treasure image, Zhong Qi also believed that practicing practices cannot only focus on life skills (external martial arts images). Meditation and meditation, so that the mind is as quiet as a glass of glass is also essential. After all, the Taoist sutra also says: Only practicing life but not nature is the first disease of practice.

Zhong Qi's philosophy is also deeply touched by the treasure image. The treasure image gradually understood that if you just sit and practice meditation, your mind will be ashamed and your mind will not be able to become a true Buddha, nor will it be a true Mahayana Buddhism.

The two of them were one Taoist and one Buddha, and they debated their own philosophy of practice without giving in, but their friendship became deeper and they attracted each other as close friends.

If Baoxiang had not had the Three Refuges and Five Precepts, Zhong Qi would not be able to drink alcohol if he was injured, Zhong Qi would definitely invite the monk to drink his hangover.

By mid-October, Baoxiang said goodbye to Elder Jingxuan before Zhong Qi. Because Wenshu Temple in Mount Wutai had already counted this message and asked Zen Master Baoxiang to go to Mount Wutai to preach.

Before leaving, Baoxiang called Zhong Qi alone. Seeing Zhong Qi was puzzled, Baoxiang just smiled and said, "Brother Hong Jidao, after this separation, I don't know when we will meet each other. Our Dharma lineage is different, and we belong to the Buddha and Taoist schools. You taught me a set of boxing techniques.

Not allowed Zhong Qi to recommend this, Bao Xiang directly practiced the routine moves, told Zhong Qi to write them down, and handed him a set of Sanskrit stories. Bao Xiang said, "This boxing technique is the authentic yoga. I see you are always bored. If you have nothing to do, you will practice it from time to time, and you will be able to relax. As for the practice and fighting techniques, they are all in this book."

"Monkey Baoxiang, is this yoga technique your invulnerable skill?"

Zhong Qi took the booklet and opened a page casually. The above was the Golden Sutra of the Brahma characters, but the below was densely filled with comments on the Li characters. The ink marks of the Li characters were not dry, and it was obviously written by Baoxiang overnight.

Baoxiang shook his head and smiled and said, "What kind of kung fu in the world can be invulnerable to swords and guns, but if you practice this Vajra Bodhi method well, you can resist it a little. Brother Taoism doesn't have to worry about it. Martial arts are only used as a protective body, and practice is the foundation of us."

Zhong Qi nodded, just thanked him, and told Baoxiang to have a smooth journey. He didn't say much, but he borrowed ink from the temple that night, and wrote it quickly all night.

On the second day, Zhong Qi and Elder Jingxuan, together with several heads of the Zen Temple, monks from the guest houses, monks from the dormitory, etc., saw off for Zen Master Baoxiang.

Walking to the octagonal pavilion on the hillside, Baoxiang turned around and said to everyone, "My masters, fellow Taoists, don't send me off again, let's stop here, I'm going."

After Baoxiang said that, two monks from the other side had already brought a white jade elephant to hold a mount, carrying a tin staff, a cassock, and a bundle to pay tribute.

Baoxiang was about to leave, but Zhong Qi called out, "Master, wait a moment, I have something to give to you."

After saying that, Zhong Qi took out the book he wrote overnight from his sleeve, handed it to Baoxiang without saying anything, and said, "I have a saying in the Central Plains that I am called to repay my kindness. You give me a book of yoga, I will also give you a set of internal skills, and attach the number of immortal arts, Qimen Dunjia, and one book, all of which are my wishes, don't refuse."

Baoxiang didn't say much, but just nodded with a smile, wrapped the book in yellow silk, and stuffed it carefully into the slanting collar.

After pondering for a while, Baoxiang walked back to the octagonal pavilion while everyone was puzzled, and went to a big red lacquer pillar. He wrote several lines of seal characters with his fingers. He waved his hands to everyone, sat on the white jade elephant, and went all the way down the mountain.

Everyone ran up to see it, but it was a song "Present to Hong Jidao Ren"

[Wearing in yellow clothes, shaking jade dust (whisk) with hands.

Wearing a yellow dress with a hundred apricots, the treasure pavilion often attends banquets.

The white jade dust in the hand-shake of Li’s stick is waving every time the Dantai Zifu is swinging.

The fairy talisman is hung on the elbow, and the feet are sporting the slim shoes. It is a real feather. It is so beautiful and amazing.

Refining one's life and living in a great state of life, and cultivating one's eternal life and escape from dust.

I don’t know the Xuanmen Guest, but it’s Hongji Zhenren.]
Chapter completed!