Shaolin's 72 Ultimate Skills were famous all over the world. Xuan Cheng was proficient in 13 of them, which made him the first person in Shaolin Temple in two hundred years. Among the 13 Ultimate Skills, Xuan Cheng was most proud of Prajna Palm. Prajna Palm was the most advanced martial art in Shaolin's fist system. It was no less difficult to practice than Yijin Jing.
"If you are restless at night, your mind will wander, how can you subdue it?" This sentence was written on the first page of Prajna Palm. It was the founder's notes about the changes in his state of mind.
Xuan Cheng deliberately made things difficult for Zi. He was confident that outsiders would never have heard of this sentence before. Even among Shaolin disciples, the number of people who had seen this sentence could be counted on one hand. Moreover, Prajna Palm was created by an eminent monk of the Central Plains, not from India like Yijin Jing. Therefore, there was no Sanskrit version of this sentence in the world. Even if Zi really understood Sanskrit, it would be difficult to translate it in a hurry.
Hearing Xuan Cheng's words, Zi's expression changed. How could she understand Sanskrit? She was just pestering him.
Noticing the change in Zi's expression, Xuan Cheng suddenly sneered: "Haha, didn't you just claim to understand Sanskrit and insist that the book on the cover is Shenzu Sutra? Why are you silent now?"
"I …" Zi was speechless for a moment.
"What about me!" Xuan Cheng glared at her and said angrily. "At such a young age, you take pleasure in deceiving people. I don't know how your parents taught you."
Zi had never seen her parents. This matter was her reverse scale. Hearing Xuan Cheng mention her parents, she suddenly became angry: "Brother, slap this stinky monk for me."
"Yes, Miss Zi." You Tanzhi faced Zi with respect and admiration, but when he turned around to look at Xuan Cheng, his face was fierce.
Xuan Cheng suddenly burst into laughter: "You?"
Although he knew Xuan Cheng's martial arts level, Master Fangzheng was worried that Xuan Cheng would suffer a loss due to carelessness. He hurriedly reminded: "Brother, this person has mastered Yijin Jing and his internal force is mixed with strong cold poison."
As soon as his voice fell, You Tanzhi had already rushed in front of Xuan Cheng. Xuan Cheng did not move, letting the opponent hit him in the chest.
Seeing a layer of ice slowly appear on his chest, Xuan Cheng nodded. "As expected, you have some skill." Immediately after, a golden light flashed on his body, and the layer of ice disappeared in a flash. You Tanzhi only felt a strong force coming from his palm, and his whole body was suddenly jolted back a few steps.
"Indestructible Vajra Divine Art!" The surrounding people immediately cried out in surprise. This divine skill had always existed only in legends. Today, they were fortunate enough to witness it, and it was indeed extraordinary. One had to know that everyone had seen You Tanzhi's Cold Ice Palm before. Even the Five Mountain Alliance Master Zuo Lenchan could not resist it. Yet, when it landed on Xuan Cheng's body, it was like a tickle.
After Xuan Cheng pushed You Tanzhi away, he did not give him a chance to breathe. His figure flashed, and his palm attacked You Tanzhi's body. The reason why he was so persistent was that he saw that the original Sanskrit version of Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture was in You Tanzhi's possession. He wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to take it back to avoid unnecessary complications.
You Tanzhi's Qi and blood were surging. Seeing Xuan Cheng's attack, he hurriedly raised his palm to meet it.
Everyone only heard a bang, and You Tanzhi fell back like a kite with a broken string, blood spurting from his mouth. Xuan Cheng smiled and used the Dragon's Claw to grab the opponent back. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he hurriedly flew back. A sharp Sword Qi quickly cut through the place where he was just a moment ago.
Seeing Xuan Cheng looking at him with a vigilant face, Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "You are also a senior monk of the Shaolin Temple. Do you want to openly rob a junior's secret manual?"
Xuan Cheng thought in his heart, "There are really hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Jianghu. When I came out of the temple this time, I met a lot of top masters along the way. I didn't expect that in this wilderness deep in the mountains, any random person would have such skills."
He did not dare to look at the other's sharp Sword Qi, but he did not want to be at a disadvantage with his words. Hearing this, he snorted. "Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture originally belonged to Shaolin, and it was stolen not long ago. Just now, I just wanted to take back the secret manual, and did not pursue the crime of stealing it. That is already merciful enough. "
You Tanzhi, who had just stood still, heard his words and could not help but become anxious. "I didn't steal this book, I just picked it up by accident …"
Song Qingshu stretched out his hand to interrupt him, and said directly, "Why do you need to explain to him? This book is not Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture."
Xuan Cheng suddenly became angry. "You are talking nonsense!"
Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "Miss Azi has just said the name of this book. Master, do you want to use your martial arts to make a mistake?"
Xuan Cheng was so angry that he laughed. "Haha, just a casual question of mine has already proved that she does not understand Sanskrit at all. What she said can only be regarded as nonsense."
"Azi is just a delicate girl of fifteen or sixteen years old. Big monk, your martial arts are high, and you have a high status in the martial arts world. You have a natural power. Just now, when you asked her so fiercely, she was so scared that she forgot to answer. It is understandable." Song Qingshu said calmly with a wooden face.
The expressions of the people around them were very strange. They had all seen what Azi had done before. If she was a delicate girl, she would not believe that she would be scared speechless by a monk.
Fang Zheng timely opened his mouth, and his voice was much gentler than Xuan Cheng's. "In this case, Miss Azi, please answer the question now. 'If you are restless at night, your mind is wandering, how can you subdue it?' How do you translate this sentence into Sanskrit?"
Azi was anxious. When she was at her wit's end, she heard Song Qingshu saying with a faint smile, "Miss Azi, if you are afraid, tell me the answer in secret. I will answer it for you."
Ah Zi was also a smart person. She immediately reacted and snorted, "This big monk is really repulsive. I don't want to talk to him. Hmm, I see that young master is quite congenial, so I'll tell you." Then she ran to Song QingShu's side, stood on her tiptoes and whispered something in his ear.
Xuan Cheng and Fang Zheng looked at each other. Did this girl really understand Sanskrit? But they soon ruled out this speculation. After all, there were only a few people in the whole Shaolin Temple who understood Sanskrit, and all of them were eminent monks. How could a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old know Sanskrit?
But they still pricked up their ears to listen to what she was saying. Unfortunately, she deliberately lowered her voice and was very close to Song Qingshu, so they listened for a long time without hearing anything.
Song Qingshu kept nodding. After a long time, he looked up at Xuan Cheng and said lightly, "Miss Azi has told me the answer."
"Humph, you are bluffing." Of course, Xuan Cheng didn't believe it. He had read scriptures for so many years, but he was not proficient in Sanskrit. With his level, he couldn't translate this sentence into Sanskrit. How could this girl understand it?
Song QingShu smiled faintly and then recited a paragraph of Sanskrit, "Inkurnaros, Buergan, Korobostans, Binasni, Varbutanra …"
Xuan Cheng and Fang Zheng didn't take it seriously at first, but soon their faces changed. This strange sentence was indeed the Sanskrit version of that sentence. Although they couldn't translate it well, it didn't mean that they couldn't understand it. Not only did Qin Haodong translate the original sentence, but he also translated the charm of the original sentence without any damage. There was no one else in the Shaolin Temple who could understand Sanskrit.
"How is this possible?" The two of them exclaimed at the same time, but Xuzhu didn't show any expression. After all, he was still young and his martial arts cultivation had become unfathomable because of his adventure. However, he didn't understand Sanskrit at all, so he naturally didn't understand the mystery.
At this time, Azi looked at Song Qingshu with admiration. She thought to herself, "Master is really capable. He can even understand Sanskrit. It seems that Azi has found a great backer this time."
The others looked at Azi's pretty face in shock. They didn't expect that such a young girl could have such a profound understanding of Sanskrit. She could shock the two senior monks of the Shaolin Temple so much that they couldn't speak.
However, Ren Yingying and Wu Yunzhu were not among these people. Just now, one of them was beside Song Qingshu, and the other was in his arms. They clearly heard what Azi said to him. It wasn't Sanskrit at all. Instead, it was Azi acting coquettishly, "Master, Azi doesn't understand Sanskrit. What should I do?"
Wu Yunzhu blushed. She thought, "Big Brother is really amazing. He knows everything. I used to call myself a talented girl in the capital, but compared to Big Brother, I'm really a frog at the bottom of a well. "
At this moment, Wu Yunzhu suddenly felt that all the danger she had encountered this time was worth it, just because she met him …
Ren Yingying quietly raised her head to look at him. Unfortunately, half of his face was blocked by the mask. She thought to herself, "Not only is this person skilled in martial arts, but he also has an extraordinary temperament. He even knows such a profound thing as Sanskrit. He can really be considered a knowledgeable person. When did such a person appear in Jianghu? I don't know what he looks like under the mask … "
At this moment, she was in his arms. She could clearly hear his steady heartbeat and feel his strong chest. Naturally, she knew that he wasn't an old senior. She didn't know why, but she suddenly had a trace of curiosity about this person's appearance.
However, Song Qingshu was trying hard to hold back his laughter. Fortunately, he was wearing a mask, so others couldn't see his expression at this moment. In his previous life, when Jiu Mozhi caused havoc in the Shaolin Temple, there was a similar scene. He flipped through the secret manual of the Prajna Palm and used his photographic memory to memorize the entire text. Then, he translated it into Sanskrit and falsely claimed that the Prajna Palm came from the Western Region.
At that time, it aroused Song Qingshu's interest in Sanskrit. He looked up all kinds of information and found out that the person who accomplished this feat in the original "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" was not Jiu Mozhi, but the Venerable Master of the Sacred Mountain of the Qing Liang Temple. Unfortunately, there was too little information about Sanskrit. Moreover, it was too difficult and obscure. After studying for a period of time, Song Qingshu only learned eight acupores and seven acupores. However, he didn't want to waste his effort, so he recited the original text. Who knew that today, it would have a miraculous effect.
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