Everyone had witnessed Kaizhu's yogi practice. He was the most diligent and hardworking member of the class, dousing his entire body in cold water in winter until his flesh trembled from the cold, forcing the tummo within him to awaken.
Every day, he performed the Prostration one hundred and eight times, throwing his whole body flat, touching his forehead to the ground, and extending his arms fully, over and over. The skin on his knees was rubbed red and raw, scabbing over only to be rubbed open again, all to train the joints throughout his body.
Yet even with such resolve and chakra cultivation, he was still no match for Danyun.
After Danyun defeated him, Kaizhu sought out other students to practice his moves against.
He vented his frustration over his defeat on the others. Before long, he broke through one Yogi's defenses and gave him a thorough beating.
Watching from the side, Qu Zan found it rather strange that no one intervened when they saw someone being beaten.
He soon understood. Training between Warrior Monks called for real blades and real spears.
It was like the debate at Nagarjuna Victory Temple back then: even when someone's soul fell into confusion on the spot during the debate and he died as a result, no one interfered.
Kaizhu soon swept through the entire Yogi Class, until no one dared to fight him again.
Knowing he was no match for Danyun, Kaizhu turned his gaze toward Qu Zan, the Whole-Monastery Geshe.
"Geshe Gyatso, since you've come to study in our Yogi Class, would you like to spar?" Kaizhu asked Qu Zan.
Sanghai inwardly cursed the disciple's recklessness. Was a Whole-Monastery Geshe someone he could challenge?
If he really injured the man, how would they explain it to the temple?
Geshe spent their