Arhat Fist

"Come on, get into a horse stance, get into position, and let's begin learning Luohan Fist."

Lu Yang imitated Meng Jingzhou's movements, focusing his energy in his Dantian, straightening his chest and raising his head, taking a half step to the left with his left foot, and drawing an arc with both palms.

"Ha!"

"Not loud enough, let's try again!"

"Ha!"

"Speak louder!"

"Ha!"

Lu Yang's voice grew louder and louder until it finally reached Meng Jingzhou's standard.

"My master taught me that shouting during battle is a way to unleash your true power, even surpassing your usual strength, the louder you shout."

"When you throw a punch, keep your arm and line of sight level."

"Make a tight fist, imagine you are holding a pebble in your hand, and squeeze it with all your might, as if you want to crush it."

These were taught to Meng Jingzhou by the Third Elder when he was learning boxing, and now they are being taught to Lu Yang.

"Luohanquan emphasizes the coordination of upper and lower body movements, the change of steps with hand movements, and the balance of hardness and softness in strength. Your movements are too rigid; they need to be more fluid and gentle!"

Meng Jingzhou pointed out Lu Yang's mistakes one by one and corrected them, as these were common errors when practicing boxing.

Lu Yang has a good talent for martial arts, which can be seen from the fact that he learned the imitation boxing in half a day and improved it into the Lu Family Imitation Boxing in another half day.

"The sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore!"

Lu Yang quickly learned to imitate the mannerisms well, his brows showing the compassion of a monk, clearly a great philanthropist.

Lu Yang heard Meng Jingzhou's earnest teachings. "My master told me that Luohan Fist is a style of boxing that persuades people to do good. As the saying goes, the sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore. If you can teach a set of boxing techniques to make people lay down their butcher's knives and turn to good, then Luohan Fist will have been perfected."

"It's a pity that most people are foolish and unable to lay down their weapons and turn to good. Therefore, in history, there have only been two or three people who have mastered the Arhat Fist."

With one hand placed in front of his chest, Meng Jingzhou truly seemed to have received the blessing of a high-ranking monk.

"When learning Luohan Fist, State of Mind is also very important. It's best to imagine yourself as a Buddhist disciple. When I was learning Luohan Fist, I even studied Buddhist scriptures for a while."

"Recite Buddhist scriptures?" Lu Yang felt he had vaguely found a way.

Lu Yang didn't need to learn Buddhist scriptures on his own. When he was in the Scripture Depository, he had read Buddhist scriptures such as the Diamond Sutra, the Vidyaraja Sutra, and the Heart Sutra in his spare time, and the hypnotic effect was excellent.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the exquisite face of the immortal fairy appeared in his mind.

The Immortal Fairy, dressed in beige pajamas, tilted her head and met Lu Yang's gaze.

"... Fairy, could you please stand next to me in my mental space? I'm recalling Buddhist scriptures."

"Oh."

With the Immortal Fairy no longer in sight, Lu Yang began to recall Buddhist scriptures. The contents of the Diamond Sutra, the Vidyaraja Sutra, and the Heart Sutra appeared before his eyes. Lu Yang pondered and understood the State of Mind of the authors of the scriptures, placing himself within their shoes.

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

Lu Yang kept his eyes closed and moved more slowly than before, like an old man withered like a withered tree, but his every move had the feeling of a compassionate high monk.

"Could it be that this kid Lu Yang is suited to become a monk?" Meng Jingzhou secretly wondered.

As Lu Yang's understanding of Buddhist scriptures and Arhat Fist deepened, his movements became increasingly fluid, flowing like clouds and water without any pause, as if he had practiced hundreds or thousands of times, the movements already memorized and becoming instinctive.

Bang--bang--

Each punch Lu Yang threw produced a sound like air exploding, with faint Buddhist chants echoing in the air, as if an old monk was reciting scriptures in the void, teaching people to be kind to one another.

Lu Yang practiced boxing with his eyes closed from dawn till dusk. Meng Jingzhou, seeing that he had nothing more to teach, squatted down to see when this grandson of Lu Yang would open his eyes.

"Call--"

After Lu Yang finished his routine, he breathed a sigh of relief, opened his eyes, and his gaze was bright and piercing.

"You've mastered it?" Meng Jingzhou looked at Lu Yang in astonishment. It had taken him three whole days to learn it, and this kid had mastered it in just one day?

Is there any justice in this world?

"I've made some progress," Lu Yang said modestly.

"Let's give it a try." Meng Jingzhou was itching to see how well Lu Yang had learned. He couldn't believe that after practicing for more than half a month, he couldn't beat Lu Yang, who had only studied for a day.

"Then let's give it a try." Lu Yang was also itching to try it out and see how good he was.

The two exchanged a glance, simultaneously assumed their stances, and unanimously unleashed their Arhat Fist techniques, engaging in a pure contest.

"Black Tiger Claws Out the Heart!"

"Black Tiger Claws Out the Heart!"

"Downward smash!"

"Downward smash!"

The two men clashed with powerful punches and kicks, their movements as sharp as thunderclaps, causing the leaves of the old trees surrounding the arena to rustle.

The two used the same moves and had the same strength, resulting in a fierce and unrestrained fight that made it difficult to determine a winner for a time.

"I never expected that after just one day of learning, you've already mastered the basics of Arhat Fist, just like me! Who knows, one day you might even become a master of Arhat Fist and inspire people to do good!"

"Just lucky." Although Lu Yang said this, his smug expression showed that it had nothing to do with luck.

Lu Yang was about to say a few more words of restraint when he inadvertently glanced at the top of Meng Jingzhou's head, and his expression changed slightly.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my head?" Meng Jingzhou was completely bewildered.

"N-nothing's wrong." Lu Yang's eyes darted around, as if he had done something wrong.

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

Wait, is something missing from his head?

"Where's my hair?!"

Meng Jingzhou took out a small mirror from his identity jade pendant and looked at his head for a long time.

His head was completely bald; even sparrows would slip on it.

He's bald.

He resembles an Arhat.

In the spiritual realm, the Immortal Fairy laughed so hard she almost fell over.

"Lu Yang, explain yourself clearly! What's going on here!" Meng Jingzhou's first reaction was to suspect Lu Yang.

His hair was part of his body's structure; how could it have fallen out for no reason?

He just noticed that there was hair all around his feet, hair that had just fallen out.

"I... I don't know either. I just noticed your hair was falling out really fast when you were boxing. By the time I tried to remind you, you were all gone." Lu Yang was a little flustered; he genuinely didn't understand what was wrong.

At this point, Lu Yang seemed to have suddenly realized something, and exclaimed, "I understand!"

"What do you understand?"

"Think about it, isn't the purpose of Arhat Fist to persuade people to do good? Where does evil come from? It comes from afflictions. In Buddhism, there is the saying of three thousand afflictions. Without three thousand afflictions, there is no malice, and one can turn to good."

"Furthermore, your current appearance is so much like an Arhat, which is a perfect match for Arhat Kung Fu!"

Upon hearing this, Meng Jingzhou pounced on Lu Yang like a hungry tiger. "I think you're the one who looks like an Arhat!"

Feeling guilty, Lu Yang turned and ran. "This is the perfected Arhat Fist, you can't hit me!"

"That's not Arhat Fist at all, it's a shaving technique! You stop right there!"

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