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the next day.

Wang Cheng and the little girl Wang Yuanyuan's life seemed to have returned to the previous trajectory. They got up early in the morning to run and practice boxing, and then went to school after dinner.

However, Wang Cheng just sent the girl to school and told her to go home for lunch to have dinner. Wang Cheng did not go to class himself, but went to Wusheng Mountain.

When he arrived at the Taoist temple on the mountain, Wang Cheng did not immediately go to the old Taoist priest's small courtyard. Instead, he stood under the hidden cauldron at the entrance of the Taoist temple and looked at it.

The patterns and some handwritings carved on the hidden tripod have become mysterious in his eyes. Wang Cheng climbed up along the ladder that had not been moved away.

The semicircular copper ball in the middle of the hiding tripod is still smooth. The animal head carving on it used to disappear since Wang Cheng fell on it last time, and it has not appeared again. If it appears again, it would probably be even more scary.

This matter is very strange and has also changed Wang Cheng's life.

Wang Cheng still doesn't understand, but he is willing to accept better changes.

He took out the animal skin fist book he bought at the Hong Kong Island auction. Wang Cheng looked through the fist book, looked at the handwriting on it, and compared it with the handwriting in the Tibetan Ding. It was indeed the same style, with a somewhat similar stroke, both of which were over-fonts from pictographic characters to higher-level characters.

This type of font is the most difficult to understand, so many experts came to the Tibetan cauldron to investigate and study the bronze cauldron, but they did not fully understand what the text inside was talking about. They only developed the meaning of some fonts that were easier to recognize, and could not explain all the meanings.

Wang Cheng turned the fist book in his hand page by page, comparing it with the words on the Tibetan tripod one by one. He really found several exactly the same fonts. This further proves that this ancient book was about the same period as the Tibetan tripod, that is, a dynasty before the Three Kingdoms.

"Wang Cheng, you are here. Taoist Master Changhe has come to visit the guests these days."

Taoist Priest Changxu saw Wang Cheng standing on the hidden tripod and greeted him: "You go over and take a look."

Judging from his tone, the guests here may not be simple. He knew that Wang Cheng was a disciple of Taoist Changhe, so he asked him to take a look.

Every time, Taoist Master Changxu saw Wang Cheng, it was a little unnatural because according to the ancient concept of inheritance, Wang Cheng was the master here.

Wang Cheng frowned slightly, smiled at Taoist Master Changxu, put away the animal skin fist, and said, "Okay, I'll go and take a look now."

After saying that, Wang Cheng got off the hiding tripod and walked quickly to the backyard of the Taoist temple. The Taoist priests were busy and had finished practicing martial arts. Wang Cheng came all the way to the door of the small courtyard behind. Hearing the sound of the old Taoist priest being full of energy from inside, he breathed a sigh of relief. Before he knew it, he became more and more concerned about the old Taoist priest.

"Haha, old monk, you can still drink wine and eat meat so much. Come on, have another bowl of it."

The old Taoist priest smiled heartily and said, "The sound can be heard by everyone around you."

There was another voice, which should be the old monk shouting from the old Taoist priest: "Changhe, you still mislead your children so much. You lied to me to eat meat and drink wine back then."

"Then stop drinking now."

"Of course, this doesn't work. I have been ruined by you and have realized the true meaning of Buddhism. The wine and meat pass through the intestines and the Buddha's heart stays in his heart."

"Then stop talking nonsense, do it."

"Dry!"

Wang Cheng walked in and saw in front of the hut, an old Taoist priest and a monk with snow-white eyebrows were sitting and drinking and eating meat. There was a large jar of wine and a pile of pork and beef on the table.

"Xiao Cheng is here, come to meet Monk Mingde."

The old Taoist priest blushed, it seemed that he had drunk a lot. When he saw Wang Wangcheng suddenly appear, he said with a smile.

Wang Cheng looked at the monk whose eyebrows were snow-white but with extremely rosy expressions, and said respectfully: "Boy Wang Cheng, you have met Master Mingde."

Monk Mingde has a slightly sturdy figure and sits there like a Buddha. Unfortunately, his face is still greasy and he smiles: "Don't be so polite, are you the disciples of Wusheng Mountain inheritance mentioned by the old Taoist priest?"

Wang Cheng said calmly: "It should be me."

The old Taoist priest glared at Wang Cheng and shouted, "Speak honestly."

Monk Mingde laughed and said, "Okay, don't worry about the old Taoist priest, just order it as you please. Wang Cheng comes over, eat meat and drink wine together."

Another wine and meat monk.

Wang Cheng remembered the simple little monk Wuxin, walked over, sat down and picked up a piece of braised pig's trotter and started to chew. The braised pork made by the old Taoist priest is really good. If he opened a shop selling this braised pork in Jiangzhou, it would probably be very popular.

Ming Deman's greasy hand grabbed Wang Cheng's wrist, then nodded, looking at Wang Cheng with satisfaction, "It's not bad, how long has it been practicing boxing?"

The old Taoist priest smiled proudly and said, "Wang Chengcai has joined my disciple for less than two months."

Mingde was stunned, his body was slightly shaken, almost shaking the chair under his butt, and said in surprise: "I have only practiced boxing for two months?"

When he checked Wang Cheng's pulse, his qi and blood were of no worse than those of ordinary excellent warriors who had been practicing martial arts for more than ten years.

Wang Cheng ignored the old Taoist priest's showing off his feelings and hurriedly said, "Master, don't be fooled by my master. Although I have only been worshipped by Wusheng Mountain for two months, I have started stance since I was seven years old, but because of my innate physical illness, I have never really practiced boxing."

Monk Mingde nodded slightly. It seemed that it was understandable, but just horse stance would not have such a good effect. He still frowned and let go of Wang Cheng's wrist. Monk Mingde exclaimed: "In this way, your qualifications are also amazing. You can practice the three basic boxing techniques of Wusheng Mountain in two months, understand the trinity, and practice the Earth Evil boxing thoroughly. The old Taoist priest had half of your understanding back then, but at this time, he was afraid that he had already practiced Zhoutian boxing and became the world's number one."

It seems that this old Taoist priest has been boasting about his disciples in front of Monk Mingde recently.

Old Taoist Changhe was not embarrassed either. Anyway, his face was rosy after drinking, and he couldn't tell that he was embarrassed. He shouted directly: "Old monk, don't you agree? Do we want us to make gestures now? I don't have the chance to practice Zhoutian boxing, but my disciple will definitely be able to do it in the future. My disciple will be the best in the world in the future."

If it was a hundred years ago, it would probably be the best in the world. But now, we naturally have to say that the world is the best and the world is the best, so we are domineering.

However, both of them admire the Zhoutian boxing technique of Wu Shengshan, which made Wang Cheng very curious. He didn't know how powerful this boxing technique that had been passed down for two thousand years was.

However, when he said first, Wang Cheng hurriedly said, "Master, I dare not be the world's number one. Every day, so many people come to challenge me, so I am so annoyed."

The old Taoist priest immediately glared at Wang Cheng and shouted, "All the world are the best, afraid of people's challenges? Your promising prospects are not the best in literature and no martial arts. Do you know this?" After saying that, the old Taoist priest looked at Monk Mingde and said, "Monk, do you count the numbers when you said that."

Monk Mingde put down his wine glass, nodded, looked at Wang Cheng carefully, and said, "I will keep my word, otherwise I will not come to you again after thirty years."

"Okay, this kid will be handed over to you now."

The old Taoist priest waved his hand and sold Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng was a little stunned and hurriedly said, "Wait, Master, what are you talking about? What's wrong with me?"

Mingde stared at his eyes, looking up and down at Wang Cheng, as if he was looking at something. He put his greasy palms together and said in a serious tone: "Wang Cheng, thirty years ago, I competed with your master Changhe to make a bet. Whoever loses will lose to the other party a unique skill, but there are rules that can only be learned by yourself and cannot be passed on to the descendants of his disciples."

"Your master won half a move, so I lost to him a skill. He didn't want it at that time. He knew he was stupid and might not be able to learn it, so he asked me to pass it on to his disciples in the future. Thirty years later, I came to fulfill my promise. Unexpectedly, you only joined him for two months. It seems that God will ask me to pass on a skill to you."

"However, if you learn it, you can't pass it on to others. This rule cannot be broken. Are you willing to abide by the rules and learn a boxing technique from me?"

Monk Mingde ignored the anger on the face of Taoist Chang He. The old Taoist just pretended to be angry and asked his disciple to learn the unique skills of a monk in Bai, so that it would be fine to let him get the cheaper he said.

After hearing Master Mingde's words, Wang Cheng thought to himself that you were really idle back then and had nothing to do, so you couldn't say this. After looking at the old Taoist priest, he knew that the old Taoist priest had been planning for his successors since a long time ago. He was moved by the old Taoist priest's intentions. He stood up and respectfully clasped his fists to Mingde and said: "I am willing, thank you for your accomplishment."

Monk Mingde nodded, feeling very satisfied with Wang Cheng. This son is of extraordinary qualifications, clear mind, respects his teachers and respects the Tao. He is really an excellent inheritor. Unfortunately, he was picked up by the old Taoist priest. However, if he passed on his own boxing technique to him, he would probably be promoted by him. He said immediately: "Okay, I am two years younger than your master, Taoist priest Changhe, and learns martial arts. However, his Wusheng Mountain Tibetan Dingguan lineage is good at refining qi and blood, coagulating blood, and calculating muscles and bones. Therefore, the old Taoist priest's strength in the world is the best. My Buddhist lineage is less famous than Shaolin, but it has been longer. It was passed down from the Western Regions and is better at attacking."

"I have three boxing techniques for you to choose from. Dragon Elephant Fist is the same as your three basic boxing techniques in Taoism. It focuses on qi and blood, while also taking into account the body to strengthen muscles, bones, skin and flesh."

"Prajna Fist is an attacking boxing technique."

"There is another secret method of boxing, which is purely quiet stance boxing, focusing on the state of mind, and it can also be said to be the quiet Zen stance method of my Buddhism."

"Which of these three boxing techniques do you want to learn?"
Chapter completed!