In front of the Sutra Library of Shaolin Temple, the monk guarding the gate talked freely.

This monk is in his forties and speaks calmly. He looks introverted and his status in Shaolin Temple should be quite high.

The person who asked the question in the crowd was wearing a strong outfit, and it was possible that the escort agency was from which escort agency was dressed.

At this time, I heard the monk say that there were "wenguo" and "wuguo" in this Sutra Library, and I suddenly felt enlightened. I said, "I don't know how to talk about this "wenguo" and how to talk about this "wuguo". Do you want to fight with you?"

This escort business is based on a whole lot of kung fu. If you want to fight, you are not afraid.

The monk smiled slightly and said, "There are three poisons in Buddhism, and the most jealous of anger. Although Shaolin is the best martial arts world in the Central Plains, the young monk cannot fight."

"In fact, this Sutra Pavilion offers the Dharma to the outside world to display the relic of the Bodhidharma. It was originally intended to spread the Dharma to the world. The donation of incense of fifty cents is just a little gift for worshiping the Buddha. For all donors, it may be less than a meal."

"Of course, if this donor is really willing to show off his skills, this temple is also welcome. Is this writing just a Buddhist scripture? Is this martial arts like a brick? In fact, it is not very difficult. Ordinary people can do it. Shaolin Temple does not intend to make things difficult for all donors with this. Please forgive me."

What the monk said is reasonable and well-founded. It is indeed ordinary thing to memorize the scriptures and split bricks. Which scholar has never memorized the scriptures, and which martial artist has never cut bricks?

So the two things the monk said are not unusual. They can only be said to be a small test for entering the Sutra Pavilion, and it is really not called a deliberate difficulty.

The escort heard that he wanted to recite the scriptures, and immediately shook his head and thought to himself: "I don't even know the words, so I must not be able to recite this scripture."

"But this is too simple to cut bricks. I often played this when I was thirteen or fourteen years old."

He laughed and said, "I want to chop bricks, but I don't know how to chop them?"

The monk pointed to the eaves of the Sutra Pavilion and said, "As long as you can break the brick, it's fine."

The corpse master looked in the direction of the monk's finger, but saw that there were indeed a few blue bricks and a few strips of bluestones under the eaves of the Sutra Pavilion.

The escort nodded and said, "This is simple."

So he strode to the eaves, picked up a blue brick and placed it on the bluestone. After thinking about it, he felt that it was not enough to show his ability, so he picked up another blue brick and stacked the two blue bricks together.

He bowed to the four sea escort bureau in the Songjiang Prefecture, and Sun Dasheng's Sun, the real person does not reveal his appearance."

"I dare not say that he is a martial arts master, but it is still difficult to cut bricks. But I think it's a bit too easy to chop one brick at a time. So today I will perform a double brick with a broken palm, and I hope you can support me."

The escort agency's business was originally a sensational person, and Sun Buli was obviously crazy, so he saw that there were many people watching, and he actually wanted to show off his skills.

He hung two blue bricks half on the edge of the blue stone. He let out a secret breath, and was about to reach out to chop the blue bricks, but he heard the monk guarding the Sutra Pavilion recite the Buddha's name:

"Amitabha, donor, let's be proud. This is not the method of cutting bricks."

Sun Bulu was stunned and thought to himself: "Aren't this all the tile chopping? Is there any other way to tile chopping?"

Then the monk came over, took a piece of cotton cloth from the side, spread it on the steps in front of the hall, picked up a square brick, and placed it flat on the cotton cloth. He pointed with his finger and said, "Donor, you need to chop it with one hand."

Sun Bulu looked at the monk's bricks and was shocked. You must know that all the martial arts practitioners in the world need to place bricks beside the stone, half hanging to chop.

Some of the flower handles in the world seem to be broken by hand, but in fact they hold bricks in one hand and chop under the other. When cutting bricks, they quietly lift the bricks upwards and a gap. Rather than breaking them, they are broken by themselves.

As a stuntman who has been with the world for many years, he knows these tricks. However, if the blue bricks are placed flat on the ground, the difficulty is more than a few times. If four blue bricks can be easily cut off in the air, this blue brick that is placed flat on the ground may not be cut off.

What's more, the old monk added a piece of cotton cloth under the blue brick. After slashing down, the palm force was sucked away by the cotton cloth below. How could the blue brick be broken?

Sun Bulu tried to follow the monk's placement and chopped it several times, and as he guessed, the blue bricks on the cotton cloth had not moved.

The pilgrim watching the side saw that Sun Bulu had just signed up again and added bricks himself. It was said that he had added enough scenes to himself. As a result, the monk just changed the blue bricks and laid a piece of cotton cloth underneath. Sun Bulu fell into trouble.

They didn't know the difficulty of this, but they watched the fun without much trouble and started to drink the lottery.

Sun Bulu's face was flushed by the sound of falling color, and he couldn't help but tell loudly: "How could this be cut off? This Shaolin monk is too cunning, it's actually some tricks."

At this time, a voice came from the crowd and said, "The monks in Shaolin Temple are indeed cunning and are trying to trick people into making trouble. But brother, please rest for a while and let me try to break it."

Zhang Xiaofan heard the sound familiar, turned around and looked at it, but found that it was Ma Xier who was speaking.

Ma Xier watched behind the crowd for a long time, but had his plans in her heart. All men were willing to show their abilities in front of their sweethearts.

That day, I couldn't say how to show my face in Jianglang Tower. In the end, I just used a pack of drugs in my arms to fascinate everyone. It was not a good way.

At this time, I saw that the Sutra Library in Shaolin Temple had such a brick-breaking head, and my heart moved.

He has been a thief since he was a child, so it is considered good to be able to barely recognize a few words, so his literary talent is naturally not worth mentioning. But when it comes to martial arts, Ma Xier is actually a little confident.

But this martial arts is not as good as literary talent and is not easy to show off.

For example, if you see a good scene, if you have poetry and books in your heart, no matter whether it is sour or not, you can recite one. However, this martial arts is not easy to deal with.

You can't just make a few fists in front of the beauty, use some punches and kicks, and then cut all the way.

Today, when I saw such an opportunity to show my talents, I naturally refused to let it go. Moreover, Dashun Jun had always been incompatible with Shaolin, and at this time he happened to show off his skills from Shaolin monks, so he went out to help Sun Bulu ridicule Shaolin monks for being cunning.

When Sun Bulu saw a young man coming from the crowd, he happened to rescue him, so he hurriedly hugged his fists and gave up the place.

Ma Xier walked over, picked up the blue brick and weighed it with her hands, and felt even more confident.

Shaolin is generally better at external kung fu, and cutting bricks and stones is the most commonly practiced kung fu. Youdao is that fortresses are often damaged inside, and your own family knows their own affairs the most. Therefore, only Shaolin monks can think of the bad idea of ​​putting cotton cloth under the blue bricks.

However, Ma Xier did not practice external skills, but followed Henan boxers to practice real internal martial arts.

This internal martial arts emphasizes softness and strength. When practiced deep into it, it is said that it can be as soft as water and as hard as iron.

Although Ma Xier has not practiced to that level of advanced level, she has practiced "trembling power". This is commonly known as "a thousand pounds cannot be bought with a shaking building".

In fact, this "trembling force" is not surprising at all, it is to cultivate the stress reaction of the human body into an instinct that can be displayed at any time.

For example, if a normal person punches, he can have 200 kilograms of force. However, those who have practiced martial arts can use various training and exertions to add weight to the boxing force through the transmission of his waist and legs. In this way, he can exert three to four hundred kilograms of force.

This "trembling force" means to amplify the transmitted force in an instant. The boxing scriptures say "toward the enemy is like burning the body with fire" means to exert a "shocking" force.

Ma Xier moved her fists and feet, spread the blue bricks on the cotton cloth, and let out a sigh of relief. Then she groaned and slapped her down.

The blue bricks laid on the cotton cloth broke in response to the sound, and the onlookers immediately shouted in unison.

When Ma Xier saw her slapping the blue bricks with her palm, she felt very satisfied. She said to the monk who was guarding the door of the Sutra Pavilion: "What, is this considered passing the test?"

The monk smiled and nodded, saying, "The donor's arm strength is amazing, but he has passed the test. You can enter the Sutra Pavilion to observe the treasure."

Ma Xier nodded and said, "I have a few friends, so I want to go in together."

Ma Xier only said that she showed her skills in chopping the blue bricks with one hand. The monk must have admired her so much that she was so impressed that she was so impressed that the monk shook his head after hearing Ma Xier's words:

"Each person has his own fate, and the donor can enter the Sutra Pavilion, but others cannot."

Ma Xier frowned and said, "Do you want me to split a few more blue bricks?"

The monk smiled and said, "If you pass the test, it's not enough to just chop bricks, you have to chop the bluestone."

The monk was talking about the few bluestones placed next to the blue bricks. It seemed that they were chiseled from the rock walls in the mountains. Each bluestone was thicker than the mouth of the big sea bowl.

At first, everyone thought that the bluestone was used to plaster blue bricks, specifically for cutting bricks. It was not until then that they realized that the bluestone was actually to be used to chop.

Ma Xier looked at the bluestone and frowned and said, "Can this bluestone be spread flat on the ground to chop?"

The monk nodded and said, "It should not only be spread flat on the ground, but also cotton cloth."

As he said that, he bent down, slowly picked up the bluestone, and placed it on the cotton cloth next to him.

Everyone saw the monk's actions and knew that the bluestone was not very heavy, and it was even a bit difficult to pick it up, let alone break it with their palms.

Ma Xier looked at the bluestone spread on the cotton cloth and said sarcastically: "Everyone said that you monks from Shaolin Temple are cunning and slick, but I don't believe it. The bluestone is big and hard. Not to mention the palm of the hand, even holding a big hammer, they may be knocked even hard. Isn't this difficult?"

The monk smiled slightly and said, "If you want to see the true Dharma, you will naturally need some real money and silver to worship Buddha. In fact, this fifty cents are not much for a person. If the donor is unwilling to give, he can only take out some real skills."

Ma Xier tried to kick the bluestone twice with her feet, which made her toes hurt. She couldn't help but say:

"You Shaolin monks should always have a limit to their greed for money. This martial arts practices is about physical strength, but not about cultivating immortals. This bluestone is so strong that it is beyond human power. How can it be cut off?"

The monk didn't say much, but just said lightly: "It's broken."

Ma Xier said angrily: "Who can cut it off? Find it out and let me see it."

The monk did not move, and gently pointed his nose with his finger and said, "I will break it."

Ma Xier laughed furiously: "You said you can cut it, okay, if you split the bluestone, it will also open my eyes."

Ma Xier is not a ignorant Bai Ding. You should know that the Dashun Army may have almost captured the world. In the army of hundreds of thousands of people, what kind of talented people are there?

The ancients said, "to cultivate literary and martial arts, sell them to the imperial family." Whether it is a literati with a bright mind or a powerful general who is unstoppable to thousands of men, Ma Xier has seen so many times.

If it were said that he could cut the bluestone, Ma Xier had seen several of them. For example, Mr. Qin and Mr. De in front of the Supervisor's Office. These two masters could break the bluestone even with their index fingers.

There is also Xiong Yuanba who carried the dragon-slaying sword like a door-panel in Tongguan City, lifting weight easily. With his strength, he might have punched him and could probably break the bluestone.

However, such talented people are rare in the world. He has never seen this monk from Shaolin Temple before. He is just a little better at playing with sticks.

Isn't it a joke to say that the bluestone that is placed flat on cotton cloth can be split?

Sure enough, just as Ma Xier thought in her heart. The monk shook his head and said, "Mencius should not fight with others, so it's better not to chop this stone."

As soon as the monk said this, it was not only Ma Xier. Even the pilgrims around him started to cheer and shouted "Fucai'er".

"After you have been talking for so long, you just have a mouth to live!"

Ma Xier also shrugged her shoulders and said, "Monkey, you bully people. If you only talk about it but don't practice it today, you will not be the only one who lost it."

In fact, the monk was waiting for Ma Xier's words. As soon as Ma Xier came up, he said that the monks in Shaolin Temple were cunning, and they said that they were greedy for money. They were no longer happy.

But as a monk, I always have trouble fighting. Now, Ma Xier's run is like putting herself on the throne when she is running the monk.

So the monk said, "The monks do not lie. The monk said that they can chop them, so they can chop them naturally. If they can't split them, I will let all the pilgrims present be exempted from the money for donating incense and oil, and enter the Sutra Pavilion to worship the relic and meditation staff for free. What do you think?"

It was just a simple sight to watch the fun and there was a chance to enter the Sutra Pavilion for free. The pilgrims were naturally willing to shout in unison without waiting for Ma Xier to speak.
To be continued...