the next day...

"Hu" Fuyan opened his eyes. He felt that he had been sleeping for a long time. Looking at both sides, Fuchen and Wucang were still sleeping soundly. He smiled and jumped to jump to the ground. Who knew that as soon as he moved, his body suddenly shot out. He punched the ground, intending to stop himself. Who knew that "dong" punched a big hole in the ground.

The movement woke the two people who were sleeping soundly. The two people opened their eyes and saw the scene and asked, "What are you doing?"

Fuyan looked at his fists and was puzzled, saying, "I don't know."

When Fuchen saw Fuyan's appearance, he was a little suspicious, and then he saw the sky outside and said, "Forget it, let's go, go to the Eighteen Golden People Temple, be ready to be beaten."

Then the three walked to the depths of the temple, where there was a huge temple, which seemed a little empty. The three of them went to the back four roads and five places to look for people, but only found a monk standing at the entrance of the temple.

After seeing this, Wuchen went up and asked, "Where is this junior brother, where is the abbot and the abbot??"

The junior brother bowed respectfully, "Hello, senior brother, the abbot told me to wait for you to come here, and they will not come here. Are the three of you going to enter this temple now?

Wuchen turned his head and looked at the two behind him. After seeing them nodding, he sighed and said, "Let's break now."

"Okay, please come in, three of you." While speaking, the monk pushed open the door open, and the three brothers and sisters stepped in resolutely. The monk who opened the door did not dare to raise his head, closed the door gently and left. On the bell tower in the distance, there were two old monks standing. After a closer look, it turned out that it was the abbot Dukong and the abbot Lan Zhu.

"Junior brother, do you think the three of them can get through? Wu Cang doesn't know any martial arts at all, he is so young." Dukong looked at the temple in the distance and said with some concern.

"Only after they have passed through this formation can they be qualified to go down the mountain. You also know that the viciousness at the foot of the mountain is so vicious. Senior brother, I am not the only one who can't bear to let it go, hey, Lanzhu shook her head.

Inside the temple...

The moment the three of them walked in, the smell of ancient scriptures came to their faces. The three of them looked around. This was the first time they had entered this place in Shaolin for so many years. They couldn't help but be curious. The three of them looked while walking, and there were some Sanskrit engraved on the wall, but they did not see the so-called Eighteen Golden Man, so Cangwu let go and ran back.

Just as Fuyan and Wuchen were fascinated by the sight of the eyes, a scream from the lobby behind him, "Ah, Brother, save me." It interrupted the viewing of the two of them. The two ran to the back hall. Because the corridor leading to the back hall was too narrow and Wuchen was too anxious, they forgot the wooden stick behind him. The stick suddenly stuck on the wall of the corridor and rubbed it "clicked". The stick behind him was broken. He threw away the stick behind him and chased him.

As soon as Fu Yan and Fu Chen entered the back hall, they saw Wu Cang on the ground. He slept on the golden floor that was reflected and looked up in horror. The two followed Cangwu's eyes and saw eighteen golden men in different positions on the wall of the back hall.

Then Fuyan said, "Senior Brother, you don't have weapons, take Wucang away quickly. We will never be their opponents, and I can resist it."

"Shut up, since you're in, there's no reason for me to leave first, please leave quickly." Wuchen said angrily. Just as the two were arguing, the eighteen golden men on the wall opened their eyes in an instant.

A strange voice came into the ears of the three people, "Design the formation!"

As soon as the words were finished, eighteen golden men of the same kind shouted in turn, "Sitting on a deer, holding a bowl, holding a tower, riding an elephant, laughing at a lion, being happy, reaching out, contemplating, digging ears, cloth bags, long eyebrows, watching the door, sitting quietly, crossing the river, subduing dragons, subduing tigers, joy, bananas." Then they flew up and fell around the three of them, surrounding them tightly.

Fuchen and Fuyan were back to back, with Wu Cang clamping between them. Fuchen said nervously, "It seems that they can't get out, so they can only come hard." Fuyan looked at the eighteen golden men around him, with heavy faces. "You are here to guard Wu Cang, I'll deal with them." Fuchen just finished speaking, stepped up and punched the golden man in front of him. The golden man did not react at all. Only Fuchen himself felt that his fist seemed to hit a stone, conveying a heart-wrenching pain.

"My God, what a powerful physical skill. Today I'm facing a tough guy." As soon as he raised his other hand, he was about to slash across when a golden light flashed in front of his eyes. He felt that his face no longer belonged to him and flew out.

"Senior Brother, Wu Cang, sit here and don't move!" Fu Yan saw this scene and quickly went forward to help Fu Chen. He pulled his left step, and his fists were accumulating strength, and he suddenly hit the golden man who had just knocked the whisk away. The golden man seemed to feel that this move was not simple, and he protected his chest with both hands. The fact was not as simple as he thought. When Fu Yan's fists touched the golden man, the golden man seemed to hear a tiger roaring in his ears. Then, a force that did not belong to him swallowed his whole body and flew out unscrupulously.

Fuyan was shocked when he saw this scene. Looking at his fists, he felt that the familiar feeling of yesterday was back. The aura in his dantian was as if it was about to prey on the tiger.

The golden men present saw that Fuyan's breath was completely different from what they had just happened, so more than a dozen golden men went up at the same time and rushed towards him. They attacked Fuyan from different directions. In front of Fuyan's eyes, they could only see dozens of fists and feet that did not belong to him, turning into golden afterimages and attacking him frantically. He tore his shirt apart, revealing his strong muscles. The blood vessels on his arms were expanding at a crazy speed, and they were stretched out for a circle, "Ah!!!" A roar came out of the pile of golden men, and his voice was as thick as a tiger.

Fuyan was piled up with the golden men, and his arms and even fists were crazy and attacking and blocking these golden men. At this time, he didn't care about rhythmic attacks or other things, and was completely like a crazy tiger. The Jin people present were also a little surprised. This was the first time he had seen such a crazy disciple. He fought against sixteen golden men with one person's strength. Why was the sixteen golden men? One of them was knocked away by Fuyan and the remaining one?

It turned out that Fuyan was too intense, which led to the neglect of Wu Cang. Wu Cang ran wildly, frantically swinging his calves. It turned out that behind him was chasing a golden man tightly. "Uncle Jin Man, don't chase me, I don't know how to do martial arts, ah, help me." I saw a golden man tightly chasing behind him, and the golden man was also chasing desperately, but Wu Cang was too small and always burying into those paths, which made the golden man have no choice.

Looking at the pile of scriptures in the distance, Wuchen was lying there, his eyes were slightly open and he was panting, as if he was still digesting the punch. Wuchen's eyes were staring at the group of golden men in the distance. It was not that he didn't want to help, but that he couldn't get up at all, and the punch was too strong.

Suddenly! A long weapon flew in from outside the paper window of the temple. I don’t know what it was. With a "bounce" sound, it was inserted straight next to the face of the whisk. The whisk looked at the shadow slowly leaving outside the window. He only knew that the shadow was a little hunched, but he also knew that there was only a hunched monk in Shaolin Temple. A seed of gratitude was planted in his heart. Then he looked at the stick on his face. The color of the stick came into view. The stick was as white as snow, symmetrical as the sunlight outside the paper window, and the bright silver color was very dazzling. Looking at the two ends of the stick, there were two hideous mad dragons wrapped around it, as if they were baring their teeth and trying to break free from the bondage, but they were tightly controlled by the iron ring carried on the stick. The stick was like a work of art in the eyes of the whisk.

Slowly, he stood up and touched the stick. The moment he touched the stick, he could only feel a powerful fire burning his whole body, and the fanaticism in his eyes became stronger and stronger, only he himself did not see it.

The moment he held the stick with both hands, he could no longer hold it back. "Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong" The stick full of dragons seemed to have found life in the hands of Wuchen, and was held on the ground and vented his strength frantically.

In the temple, everyone heard this change. The golden men stopped their movements because the moment they attacked Fuyan, they felt that the direction where the whisk was lying there seemed to be fired, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes full of contemptuous people staring at them in the fire. They gave up their attack and stared at the direction of Fuyan. Seeing this scene, Fuyan quickly pulled away.

After Fuyan exited, he panted heavily, but his domineering aura did not weaken at all, but became a little more fierce. Sweat shone his body, and he slowly bent down his back, looking at the position of the whisk like a tiger was looking for food, showing a happy smile, because he knew that they might break the record today.

Wu Cang, who was hiding in some miscellaneous spaces, saw this change and poked out his small head, but found that the golden man who was chasing him was gone. All the golden man gathered together and stared at the direction of the eldest brother.

Just at the position where the whisk was standing just now, several very large holes were knocked out on the ground, and there was dusty there and there was no scene inside. However, the golden man present did not give up his vigilance at all. In this dust, there was a disciple who was soaring in the momentum.

"Tread..." In the smoke, footsteps slowly came out and got closer and closer. Some of the golden people swallowed their saliva, which looked particularly harsh.

"Are you ready for the two junior brothers?" What came into everyone's eyes was a monk walking out of the dust. He was carrying a very dazed stick on his shoulder. His eyes were no longer filled with the frustration he had just now, and replaced by a strong aura...

"Prepare!" Two different sounds came from two different directions. The long whisk stick slammed onto the ground with a "bang" and said, "Dear Masters, disciples have offended you." Fuyan's whole person had already fallen on the floor. The difference now is that not only his arms are terrified, but his legs are also accumulating energy to wait for the ground.

In the corner, Wu Cang slowly climbed to the highest point of the debris, sat cross-legged, folded his hands, and closed his eyes tightly. He didn't want to see a scene full of violence.

When the Jin people saw this scene, they knew that they had to fight today, so they set up their stance and waited for them to take action first. They also said, "Eighteen Golden Men are lined up here, Shaolin disciples come to break the formation." They were concentrating on the two of them in a circular shape, full of power, but when they reacted, they found that the two were no longer visible. One of the Jin people suddenly looked up and saw that the two were in the air, the silver whisk stick had reached the extreme, and Fuyan clenched his fists, and the two were rushing down quickly. The eighteen Golden Men didn't care about setting up the formation when they saw this scene. If one of them hits, not to mention that your body is like a stubborn stone, even the King Kong doesn't know whether they can bear it. The eighteen people were suddenly confused and flew in a row. "Dong" As the two fell down, their location seemed to have a small explosion, and the tiles on the ground flew across the temple.

At the same time, the sound of scriptures began to spread from Wucang's mouth on the ruins. It was the Diamond Sutra that the old monk Shijing told him. "Namo Amitabha, as I heard it, the Buddha was in the Kingdom of Shravas, looking at the tree to the Lonely Garden..." The scriptures in Wucang's mouth slowly reached everyone's ears. In this empty temple, it seemed to echo one after another. They did not notice that in the temple, all the things in the hands of monks were interrupted by the recited scriptures. They were shocked to find the direction of the scriptures. At the same time, Dukong and Lanzhu in the main temple both looked at each other in amazement, because they could hear the tender voice of Wucang at once, and they quickly walked to the back temple.

Look at the Eighteen Golden People Temple again. Under the irradiation of the Diamond Sutra, the fuyan and fuchen were no longer weak at the beginning. Now the two of them are chasing the Eighteen Golden People. Wherever they go, they are in a mess, just like an arhat coming to the world. Instead, they see the Eighteen Golden People flying around in the huge temple like fleas, but no one dares to target it.

"Stop!" A golden man stood in the middle of the temple, and was smashed into a big pit by two people, saying, "You three have passed the experience! Go out quickly!" He felt like he was going crazy. Are the Shaolin disciples who went down the mountain to practice so perverted? If they fight for a while, the Eighteen Golden Man Temple will be demolished.

When they looked at the three of them again, they all stood obediently, and said to the eighteen people with a smile, "Thank you, uncles, for your mercy! The disciples will leave first. By the way, you go out and tell Dukong, and ask him to repair the temple for us as soon as possible, otherwise if it collapses and crushes to death, who will be the one who will be!"

After hearing this, the three of them tried desperately to stop themselves from laughing. It turned out that the Eighteen Golden Man also had such a side, not what the people in the temple said.

After the three of them walked out of the temple, they found that Dokami and Lanzhu were looking at the place with their mouths open and said, "Has they passed?"

"Yes, Master," said Whisk

"Wait, come here, I see the stick behind you." Dukong said in disbelief,

He took the stick in Wuchen's hand and yelled in shock, "Dragon Subduing Stick!" This Dragon Subduing Stick is a treasure of Shaolin, but it has been in the hands of the most outstanding disciple of Shaolin Temple many years ago. Then he saw Wuchen's affectionate eyes when he looked at the stick, and he was embarrassed to take it back. After all, Wuchen's stick technique is obvious to all, so he returned it to him.

"You three, pack up your things and go down the mountain tomorrow morning, but remember not to violate the precepts!" Lan Zhu said with a smile. He was completely relieved by the three of them at this time. With such strength, even if he encountered difficulties at the foot of the mountain, he would at least escape without hesitation."

"Yes, disciples remember." The three of them squeezed each other, expressing their inner excitement.

"By the way, Master, Master Jinren asked us to tell you, hurry up and repair the Eighteen Jinren Temple, otherwise they will not do it if the temple collapses." This sentence was said by Wu Cang in a tender way. The two old monks were shocked again, and they couldn't help but look at the three of them again, and then shouted at the Eighteen Jinren Temple, "I know, please rest assured, brothers and sisters." After saying that, his face left with a stiff expression.

"Hahaha, why did you say you were doing so hard? Now, how much money did you think you would have to repair it?" Fuyan smiled while covering her stomach.

"You said to me, look at yourself, you almost beat the pillar," said Wuchen, and then he seemed to remember something, "Do you know why we passed this trial this time?"

"It's Master Shijing" Wu Cang's tender voice sounded.

"Well, that's right, the three of us will go down the mountain tomorrow. Anyway, it's okay now. Let's go see the uncle!" Fuyan said.

"Okay, let's go." The three of them walked towards the Buddhist scripture tower with swagger.

In front of the Buddhist scripture tower, the hunchbacked old man was still there, but what remains unchanged is that he is still sweeping the ground.

"Uncle Master!" Old Monk Shijing heard three voices behind him shouting at the same time.

Shijing turned his head, but found that Wu Cang and the other two were kneeling behind him. He asked in confusion, "What are you doing? Get up!"

"Thank you for your kindness in teaching and teaching." After saying that, the three of them kowtowed a few times at the old monk Shijing. Although the old monk Shijing was still so stern, the folds on his face were stacked happily together.

"Uncle Master, don't you need to return this dragon-subduing stick?" Wu Chen said carefully.

"It's okay, but after going down the mountain, you must show my reputation as Shaolin."

"Yes, uncle" replied heavily.

The laughter of the four people seemed precious in the sunset...
Chapter completed!