Although Bodhidharma's words are humble, they are cold and unremitting.

Kong Wen and several monks met each other. The three elders of Kushou Peak did not go down the mountain. Heshi Temple could not find a second person who could have such internal strength. Kong Wen shook his head helplessly and was about to admit defeat. He remembered clearly that Shaolin Temple had been around for hundreds of years. Although it was a big crisis several times, the abbot was forced to speak softly at that time, but things turned around later, and it was not considered that Shaolin lost.

As soon as my soft words were spoken today, it would be a foregone conclusion.

Then he heard a boy shouting: "Slow down!"

Bodhidharma looked in surprise, then watched a young man stand up and smiled and said, "Monkey, how about I write a few words for you?"

Seeing the boy's face frivolous and slack, Bodhidharma picked up a sharp stone and accidentally polished it on the bluestone slab for a few times. He was angry and laughed in his heart: Where did the ignorant boy come from? Do you think this is the soft land of his back garden?

It's up to you to show off your shame and show off your ugly face.

He smiled and said, "Please, little donor."

The young man looked at the stone in his hand and shouted: "Master, this floor is strange, three points harder than the Zhao Sanjia's sesame cakes. You are here to help me a few times, and I don't know the words."

Bodhidharma Zhi looked at the old Taoist priest and pondered for a moment, then nodded and stood up. When he saw that the old Taoist priest was old and extremely sloppy, he didn't care about it. However, he didn't know that Zhang Sanfeng had reached the state of restraint and invisible divine light. He sneered in his heart: Let's see, the old and the young pretended to be magical.

The old Taoist priest casually took a branch off the branch and said slowly, "Qian'er. If you are illiterate, I will gesture on your back twice. How can I scratch your back? You will write on the ground with stones."

The young man nodded and said, "Disciple is awake."

The old Taoist priest pondered for a while, then gently stroked the boy's back with a branch, and said slowly in his mouth: "Red"

The young man followed the old Taoist priest's undulating branches on his back, and followed the strokes and day by day. Everyone surrounded him. After seeing everyone, Sumozhi took the sharp stone thrown by Damozhi, and wrote the word "red" on the bluestone slab!

Just by the brushwork, the character "red" is far from the character "王机" and is completely different. This character is crooked and can be regarded as fair at most. However, the characters written by "王机" are more than an inch deep, which is not easy. However, when this child wrote the character "王机" in his essay, the character "王机" is more than two inches deep!

The old Taoist priest here shouted the word "六" weakly.

The young man gave it according to law, and the word "root" appeared on the ground. The size and depth are no different from the previous word "red".

As the old Taoist priest shouted out one by one, the young man also started writing quickly without delaying it. Seven crooked big words appeared on the ground: "The red lotus and white lotus are family."

This sentence roughly means that the world's martial arts are one family, and don't force yourself to divide the sect. In fact, it is a tit-for-tat sentence with the phrase "The world's martial arts come from Shaolin".

The monks in Shaolin admired each other and were both amused and laughed.

Who can imagine that the world's martial arts are produced by Shaolin is a challenge word written by opponents? However, the red lotus and white lotus are written by a family who became a helper.

After writing seven words, the boy over there stood up with a smile, and then respectfully kowtowed the monks and gave great gifts. Then he turned his head slowly and said to Sumozhi: "The great monks from Tubo are really great. But I, a child in the Middle Land, can do this, let alone all the monks in Shaolin? The great monks, I, say something, go back quickly and find your Mongolian emperor!"

Then the young man retreated back to the old Taoist priest and stopped talking. The old Taoist priest looked back at him, his head twitched slightly, obviously in his heart, and he was so grateful to his behavior.

Sumozhi stared blankly at the ugly and crooked seven characters on the ground, with red and white faces on his face, and his heart was extremely painful: Where did the monster appear? How could this child have such skills? It must be the old Taoist priest behind him who cast strange magic tricks. But, just, how could there be such a person? How could he have such profound skills?

It turned out that this child was Gao Qiang. When he heard that he was sitting on the peak and crossing the troubles and the difficulties, the three monks who did not take action, he knew that there was no other person in the Shaolin Temple except the Yuanzhen, except the Yuanzhen.

It’s just that Yuan Zhen’s body hides conspiracies and is definitely not able to come forward to write. He must hide his strength in normal times. Even the three monks may not know how strong he is.

Since no one from Shaolin Temple can write the inscription to retreat from Bodhidharma, this face is embarrassing. People in the martial arts world value fame and other reputations. Although the three elders of Kushoufeng are not concerned about this, monks such as Kongwen have to care about this.

Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng had tried his best to get the scriptures for Zhang Wuji, but there was no big progress, Gao Qiang wanted to help. Now he had a chance to help Shaolin Temple. Not to mention whether the final gift of Zhang Wuji could be accomplished, but all efforts now need to be done.

He made up his mind in advance. If Zhang Sanfeng failed to pass on me, he would just ask the Grand Master to write a few words and cover it up.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Sanfeng was so skillful. The monk had actually used all his strength to write on the ground, because this was the name of his lifetime and he did not leave any spare energy. Compared with the method of this article, it was actually more dangerous than martial arts.

Gao Qiang was writing on the ground, and Zhang Sanfeng wrote on his back with a branch. With the pressure of the mouth, he inputted his strong internal force into his right arm where he was writing through a branch. Gao Qiangming felt warm all over his body as if he was immersed in a hot spring, and there was endless strength between his limbs and bones. In his hands, there was suddenly a powerful force of dragons and tigers.

He was confident that he was more confident. On the one hand, he admired Zhang Sanfeng's magical skills and was superb. He was a little bit away from his back. However, his skills were also constantly flowing through the air, passing through the acupoints in his body, reaching his right arm and five fingers. The force was gentle and mellow, and it was light and peaceful, but there was no domineering atmosphere at all, which made him feel comfortable and unobedient in his body, and temporarily gave him the terrifying skill in his hands.

Back then, Zhang Wuji once grabbed Yin Li's ankle and passed the Nine Yang Divine Arts over. Yin Li used this to scare He Taichong and his wife away. At that time, Zhang Wuji's control power was much worse, no one could compare to Zhang Sanfeng's magical power. No one could compare to.

It is important to know that martial arts can be practiced to the extreme. Even if you are about 100 feet apart, you can be lucky enough to exert your luck. In the late Northern Song Dynasty, the former leader of the Beggars' Sect, Putong, could use the eighteen palms to subdue dragons across more than 3 or 4 feet apart, and there was also the Dragon Capture skill to capture objects in the air. There was also the nameless old monk in Shaolin Temple who could turn his internal power into an invisible air wall outside the body, and his defense could be broken.

It was in the Yitian that Monk Du Nan once attacked Yin Tianzheng several feet apart with a small Sumeru palm, without changing the palm power due to the distance.

Zhang Sanfeng practiced until his old age and his martial arts had reached the top level. He passed the skills from the air, and used the true energy to penetrate the body, either defending or attacking, or spreading it into others' bodies from the air. This is the same truth. Zhang Sanfeng actually passed the skills to Gao Qiang through the air. However, this move was too shocking and sensational, so he used the branches as a barrier.

Sure enough, Gao Qiang wrote a few words in his hand. He held Shaolin Temple like a monk, but his face looked much better, but his face darkened.

Kong Wen secretly felt ashamed and thought to himself: The reputation of Shaolin Temple for hundreds of years has not been destroyed in my hands.

Bodhidharma stood there and pondered silently, obviously thinking about what to do next and how to support the next move.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the monk who claimed to be Bodhidharma and stood there and suddenly said, "Mona, what are you related to the King of Jinlun Dharma? What's the name?"

Zhang Sanfeng was nicknamed Zhang Lailuo, and believed in Taoism. He believed in doing things in a way that he did not value the rituals of the world. However, when he got older, everyone called him an elder. He opened his own school and set up a sect. He naturally had to be a master in front of his disciples and juniors, but he was not a "patriarch" who was arrogant.

He is always humble and casual. Today, he really wants Shaolin Temple and is very polite and patient. He was so angry just now that Gao Qiang made him look very proud and his face was shining.

When Zhang Sanfeng saw this monk, he was no longer polite. He thought that he was an old Taoist priest. If he was of seniority, he would not have to be polite to others because of his age. Therefore, he spoke carelessly but not very politely. Bodhidharma came up the mountain and always had a polite face. Now that Zhang Sanfeng called out, his face changed a few times. He looked up and down carefully to avoid Zhang Sanfeng, bowed together, and said respectfully: "Dare you ask about the title of senior?"

Zhang Sanfeng replied: "I'm Zhang Sanfeng."

He was full of anger. Today, he faced the Shaolin Temple monk and called himself "small path" countless times. He could finally be proud of this domineering monk.

Bodhidharma was moved and said in a terrifying manner: "It turns out that he is a senior master from Middle Earth. The young monk has no idea about Mount Tai, so he will forgive his sins."

He paused a little and continued: "The King of Jinlun is a senior monk from the mainland of Dalun Temple, and is considered a young monk."

Zhang Sanfeng said "Oh" and said with a smile: "I wonder how many levels of the monk's Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique has reached?"

Bodhidharma said with a wise face: "The little monk is not talented, his qualifications are pure, but he has also reached the ninth level."

Zhang Sanfeng was moved and said, "But I don't know how old the monk Nian Geng is?"

Bodhidharma still smiled and said, "The little monk wasted his time this year and is forty-two years old."

When the words were said, the monks in Shaolin Temple were shocked when they heard this. It turned out that the Bodhidharma seemed to be fifty years old, but they were actually much younger. As for the Tubo Dragon Elephant Prajna Achievement, a famous magical skill.

It is the supreme Dharma protector's magic skill in Tantric Buddhism. The "Dragon and Elephant Prajna"

There are thirteen levels in total, and the first level of skill is very simple. Even if a rough, stupid and rude person can be trained in one or two years as long as he is taught.

The second layer is twice as deep as the first layer, and it takes three or four years.

The third layer is twice as deep as the second layer, and it takes seven or eight years.

As time doubles, the longer it takes, the longer it takes to practice the first level of practice. Therefore, if a monk spends his whole life, he may not be able to practice the next level of practice.

It is said that after reaching the fifth level, if you want to practice a deeper level, you often need more than thirty years of hard work.

In history, it was the lifelong enemy of the Condor Hero Yang Guo, who had been practicing at the tenth level, and at that time, he had the power of the Ten Dragons and Ten Elephants with one punch. Later, he was defeated by Yang Guo's soul-absorbed palm and fell under the wooden tower. He was still alive, but he was hit by the wood and was crushed to the fire cave. He was extremely dead. However, Bodhidharma Zhi cultivated to the ninth level at the age of forty-two, and that was when King Jinlun was at his age.

In terms of numbers, his skills may not be as advanced as him. It turns out that Bodhidharma's wisdom is different from ordinary people. He had an adventure when he was young, and the Ren and Du meridians were naturally self-propelled, and his martial arts were rapidly improved. Bodhidharma was a person with great ambitions, so he could withstand loneliness, so he stayed in the Dalun Temple at the snow mountain and practiced for decades without leaving the temple gate. Until his martial arts was completed, he went down the mountain and prepared to sweep the Central Plains martial arts world in one go, conquering the heroes of the world, and then go to the palace to be his country-protecting master.

However, even though he was frustrated when he first arrived in Shaolin, Zhang Sanfeng called out his past skills, but the blow he suffered was quite honest.

When Zhang Sanfeng heard that he had reached the ninth level of martial arts at the age of 42 this year, he said twice and nodded, "Your master was at your age, and your kung fu was not as good as you. I just hope you don't learn from your master's old ways in the future."

Sumozhi folded his hands together and bowed, "Thank you for your advice and reminder, the monk will wake up naturally."

The Shaolin elephant monk saw that Su Mozhi's arrogance was dissipated, and they all thought helplessly: In the end, this sloppy old man could scare people by saying a few words.

Sumozhi turned his eyes and said, "Shaolin Wudang has always been the two major Taishan Beidou in the Central Plains, and is the leader of the martial arts world. But the monk was careless about this inscription. Haha, it would be considered a loss to Shaolin."

After he said this, the Shaolin Elephant Monk was in a state of disgrace. The Bodhidharma-zhi opened his mouth so powerful. Even if he admitted defeat, he would not make the Shaolin monks feel relieved. The eight Shaolin monks were all thinking. Although he did not lose in terms of face this time, everyone knew that he had lost a game.

The other side of the Bodhidharma continued, "The little monk will understand the magical power of Wudang!"

When he said this, he was shocked. Everyone thought that this monk was crazy? Do you want to do something about Zhang Sanfeng? That was because he thought he had a long life!

Zhang Sanfeng looked up at the sky, narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Does the monk want to discuss with Yu Tan Dao?"

Bodhidharma Zhi bowed to the ground and said respectfully: "Even the younger generations who are arrogant and arrogant, they know that Zhang Zhenren of Wudang is the best in the world. Even if they give Sumozhi ten courage, they dare not teach Zhang Zhenren."

He paused and continued, "But although Zhang Zhenren's martial arts are good, his disciples don't know how many levels they have learned. Senior Master Zhang Zhenren naturally disdained to do it. The young monk respected his identity and refused to end up."

Speaking of this, he turned his head and shouted coldly: "Carba!"

The monk about thirty years old behind him walked out after hearing the call of the master, and slammed the vajra on the ground majestic. The buzzing sound was loud, but the thin monk shouted loudly, as if thundering out of thin air: "Here!"
Chapter completed!