The picture goes to Shaolin Temple again

In the evening, Shaolin is dependent on the old pine beside it in the sunset, which looks a bit old and desolate. The sound of "mooing" chanting from the temple hits people's hearts.

"Hey Ha"                                                             

In the sunset, three monks of different shapes were practicing there in the old pineapple in the middle of the temple. One monk was in a strong body, and the wooden stick in his hand was waving. When the stick was there, it made a roar of dragons. When the stick was connected to the air, it even made a sound. Then, looking at the other tiger's eyes slightly opened, as if it was luck. The sunlight in the sunset shone on his skin and emitted a faint golden halo. Suddenly he moved. If he looked closely, he would find that the air around his fist emitted a faint fluctuation. Finally, in the corner of the wall, a little monk sat cross-legged with a handsome face, his eyes closed, and his little mouth was reciting the scriptures "moothing". This scene was extremely peaceful...

A crisp sound interrupted the young monk who was practicing boxing. After hearing the sound, he looked at the place where the sound was made and said, "I said, Senior Brother, the stick "has exploded" again? Which stick is the first today? The stick in Shaolin Temple is almost completely beaten by you." Then he shook his head helplessly.

"Oh, I can't do anything about it. This set of stick methods is like this. Once you hit it here, the stick will break. It seems that you have to get an iron stick at all!" The monk who said this was the monk who practiced sticks. The eldest brother of Shaolin Temple was named Fuchen. The other monk who was boxing was the second brother of Shaolin Temple, "Fuyan", "Fuyan", "Fuyan", "

"Hey hey                                                             

"Haha, let's go, this kid." Then Wuchen threw away the broken wooden stick in his hand, and the two quietly moved to the little monk Wucang.

The two walked to the little monk, and Fuyan quietly made a move to stop talking. After seeing it, Fuchen nodded vigorously to show that he understood. Then Fuyan took out a dog-tail grass and slowly placed it in front of the little monk's nose. He swept it gently. The little monk's nose moved, and the two of them didn't move, but Fuchen's face had turned purple and covered his mouth tightly, for fear of laughing out loud. Fuyan saw that the little monk stopped moving, so he stepped forward and swept.

The monk suddenly "Ah" sneezes with a big sound. After seeing this, Wuchen and Fuyan finally couldn't help it. They hugged their stomachs and laughed loudly on the ground. The monk opened his eyes and saw two senior brothers rolling on the ground with their stomachs. He scratched his head with some questions, but he saw that both of his senior brothers had red faces, and slapped his head suddenly and said, "I just said that the food this morning tasted a little wrong. It's terrible. The two senior brothers had a bad stomach."

I saw Fuyan and Fuchen rolling harder after hearing this, and even their anger was not relieved. Seeing this scene, the little monk thought that the two senior brothers were about to die. He sat on the ground and cried loudly, shouting, "Come on, come and save the senior brother, ahhhhh!"

I saw the two senior brothers on the ground jumping up suddenly, and the two looked at each other, "It's over, Wu Cang's glass heart, hey~"

"Wu Cang, Wu Cang?" Wu Chen stepped forward and pushed the youngest brother who was crying on the ground.

Wu Cang raised his little face full of tears. Seeing the two senior brothers standing in front of him, he suddenly stood up and hugged the two senior brothers' thighs and cried loudly, "Ahhhh, you two are scared to death. I thought you can't live anymore, wuwu." Seeing the junior brother holding his legs, Fu Yan and Fuchen looked at each other, both of them smiled helplessly, but the love and doting deep in their eyes were very obvious.

"Dong" There were a deafening sound from the big bell in the temple, and it was about to start eating.

"Okay, Wucang, stop crying, go, eat, and the master and the others should come back." The person who spoke was Wuchen. He picked up Wucang and put it on his neck, walked into the temple.

When I went to the place where I used vegetarian food in the temple, the landscape was like this...

There were many junior brothers in the temple. When they saw this scene, they all looked envious. The two most powerful senior brothers in Shaolin Temple, Wuchen, sat on Wucang on his shoulders, and the second senior brother Fuyan walked face to Wucang, sitting on his back, sitting at Wucang on his shoulders, making him happy. On the way, he met some junior brothers to greet Fuyan and Fuyan. The originally laughing expressions of the two suddenly became serious, "Why are they still here? Go and eat quickly and practice hard after the meal." The junior brother was so scared that he ran away. After that person left, the two became amiable again. In this way, the three of them slowly walked towards the dining room.

In the dining room of Zhai, as soon as you enter, you will find that the bald heads are all imprinted with eyes. There are two old monks, one old abbot sitting above the dining room of Zhai. This is the old man Dukong who fought with Chu Zifeng in Mulin. Then look at the other one. He is the abbot of Shaolin Temple, with a Buddhist name Lanzhu, and looked at the monks below with kindness. Suddenly, three people walked in from the door of the dining room of Zhai. When everyone saw that it was Fuyan and Wucang.

After seeing the old abbot, the three of them quickly walked up to them, clasped their hands together and saluted at the Dukan. The "master" and the other two said respectfully.

"Well... Is it a slack for you three if I'm not here?"

"The disciples have been struggling to practice and dare not slacken, but..." said Wuchen.

"Just what?" the old monk Dukong asked inquired.

"My stick technique may not be able to hold on to the wooden stick anymore. Every time I hit that place, the stick will explode, which has caused me to not improve my efforts so far. My second junior brother has consolidated his boxing skills." Wuchen said complainingly.

"Well, I'll think of a solution for you again." Dukong said considerately.

"Master, I miss you so much." Wu Cang's tender voice sounded, and he ran forward with a small step, holding Dukong's legs.

"Hahaha, Wu Cang, have you recited the scriptures well?" Du Kong smiled and squinted his eyes and stroked his little bald head.

"Of course, Master, I can recite the Great Sun Tathagata Sutra, huh? Master, why do you have two handprints on your head and face?" Wu Cang raised his head and looked at the handprints on his master's head and asked.

Wu Cang's expression turned from shock to embarrassment when he heard this sentence. "Uh... I encountered some accident when I went out this time. By the way, the Four Kingdoms Competition a year later was hosted by my North Country. You three, go down the mountain to see what is the difference in this secular world."

"Yes, master." The three of them all showed ecstasy expressions on their faces.

"Slowly, you can go down the mountain and travel, but you must go through the Eighteen Golden People Temple before going down the mountain," said the abbot Lan Zhu quietly.

"Ah?" Dukong and the three of them, as well as the junior brothers who were eating below all showed shocked expressions.

"That, master, the Eighteen Golden People Temple are all at the level of uncles, we..." Fuyan said weakly.

"This is the experience you must go through. Don't let me down. Go and have a meal, prepare well after the meal, and go to challenge early tomorrow morning! Lan Zhu said.

"Ao, I understand." The three of them showed bitter melon appearance on their faces.

After dinner, the three of them came to the Buddhist scripture pagoda in Shaolin Temple. They saw an old monk in front of the pagoda, quietly sweeping the ground. The hunched figure was extremely eye-catching.

"Uncle Shijing, the three of us want to go to the tower to learn the martial arts for a while, is that okay?" Fuyan said carefully.

"Fuyan and Wucang go up, and Fuchen stays to sweep the floor with me. There is a broom in the corner of the wall." The old man said without even looking at the three of them.

"Ah, it's me again, then okay, you two hurry up and see if there is any way to pass tomorrow's trial," said Whichen to the two of them.

"Yes, senior brother", and then the figures of the two slowly disappeared in front of the tower.

"Hey, Master Shijing, the abbot and the master asked us to go down the mountain to experience it, but let us go to the Eighteen Golden People Temple. Tell me, how could we win from those Eighteen Masters? What's more, I don't even have a stick to join hands. Those wooden sticks usually exploded after just a few hits," Wuchen said distressedly.

"Sweep your floor," said the old man with his back to Wuchen. But Wuchen could not see Shijing's shocked face.

After a while, Fuyan and Wucang came down from the tower and saw the old monk Shijing and Wuchen sitting there. The two of them walked up and said with a sad face, "They all turned over, no."

"It seems that if you go tomorrow, you can only get beaten." Fuchen made up her mind. Then she turned her head and said to the old monk Shijing, "Uncle Master, we will leave first, go back to prepare for tomorrow's trial." Fuchen said respectfully.

"Well, come here, Fuyan." The old monk waved at him unexpectedly.

"What's wrong with Uncle Master?" Fuyan was still walking here in question. Suddenly, the old monk's five fingers that had been accumulating strength suddenly hit Fuyan's dantian. Within this moment, Fuyan flew out and fainted in the haystack in the distance. In the dantian, the five smoked finger marks slowly disappeared. At this time, Fuyan, who fainted, was suffering. He felt that there was a tiger roaring in his dantian, which shocked his dantian as if it was cracking.

When Fuchen and Wucang saw this change, they stared at each other with big eyes and were shocked and dared not move.

"Wu Cang, come here," the old monk said coldly.

After hearing this, Wu Cang hugged his little face and said, "Uncle Master, don't hit me, I did nothing wrong." Hearing Wu Cang begging for mercy, the old monk showed a faint smile on his lips, and slowly leaned on Wu Cang's ears and said something. After saying that, Wu Cang raised a shocked expression and said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,"

"Well, you two should carry Fuyan back quickly, be prepared and do your best tomorrow."

The whisk, who was in the dark, looked confused and said, "Okay...Okay"

Then a few people left. On the way back, Fuchen asked Cangwu, "What did Uncle Master tell you just now?"

"Uncle Master knew that I didn't know martial arts, so he asked me to sit on the ground and read the Diamond Sutra of the Great Sun when I was going to the Eighteen Golden People Temple tomorrow, hehe," Cangwu said with gratitude.

At this time, there were two old monks standing in the Eighteen Golden People Temple. Opposite were eighteen shirtless monks who were neatly formed. They had expressionless faces, and their eyes were closed tightly, like statues. On the surface of their skin, there was a bright golden color, which was not moving and powerful.

"Dear brothers, tomorrow my Shaolin disciples, whisk, whisk, Wu Cang, and the three of them come to the trial. I hope you can test with all your strength." The person who said this was Shaolin abbot Lan Zhu, who was full of seriousness in his eyes.

Dusuo, who was standing aside, said, "Junior brother, isn't this too strict?"
Chapter completed!