"The divine monk only left a few words on the place where he sat. No one knows what they mean. Even if you listen to them, it will be useless. You should study the Six Divine Techniques carefully. If you can learn the divine palm, if that person finds

If you come to your door, you might be able to deal with a problem or two."

The old monk Kong Ji solemnly said: "The whereabouts of that man back then were mysterious and his power was huge. Today I have broken my oath to accept you as a disciple. I'm afraid he will find out soon, and he won't have much time left for you."

"On the cliff at the back of the mountain, there is a cave where the divine monk used to sit. If you really want to know, you can go and see it at any time in the future."

Chen Yi was not in a hurry after hearing this, but he still had doubts: "Is that person so powerful? Can one person push Shaolin to where it is today?"

The old monk Kongji sighed: "That man is indeed powerful, but my Shaolin heritage, which has been here for more than a thousand years, is not so easy to bully. If this man were not cunning, and took advantage of the weak moment when our temple's vitality was severely weakened, how could we let him go?"

So arrogant?"

"Even if he is forced to make a five-hundred-year oath, it is not unthinkable. Except for the monks in the temple, for thousands of years, Shaolin disciples have spread all over the world regardless of whether they are monks or secular people. How can he kill them all by just one person?"

"It's just that after being forced to close the mountain, Shaolin did not find peace."

"For thousands of years, Shaolin has been the leader in the martial arts world, fighting for the world, but it has always attracted trouble. It fell down before, and the temple suffered such a disaster. Although the gate has been closed, it has still spread to the martial arts world."

"How many people covet the magical skills in the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion? How could there not be people who take advantage of it?"

"Even if our temple is in decline, not everyone can be bullied, but it can't stop these people from continuing to fight. I don't know how many Lin disciples died because of this."

"Decades ago, there was a group of people who called themselves Tianmen. This group of people was extremely mysterious, but all of them were extremely skilled in martial arts. They invaded the temple and looted it. Our temple suffered another heavy blow."

"There was also a group of Japanese warriors who took advantage of the chaos to sneak into the Sutra Pavilion during this battle and stole the golden bell cover secret technique from our temple."

"During this battle, Shaolin disciples who came from all over the world to help once again suffered numerous casualties. It is said that when a tree falls and the monkeys disperse, many disciples severed their ties with Shaolin and drew a clear line."

"From then on, Shaolin was really in ruins."

The old monk Kongji pointed at the ruins in front of him.

"Having been closed for hundreds of years, Shaolin is really only what you see."

"I'm afraid people outside have long forgotten the word Shaolin."

Chen Yi sighed in his heart.

It sounds really miserable. No wonder your resentment is so strong that it can travel through time and space and be captured by the gray screen.

Tianmen, Japanese warrior, mysterious man

Tianmen, Emperor Shitian,

Japanese warriors, Wushenjue palace,

Mystery man

Although it is not certain, it is difficult to guess that one person can suppress the entire Shaolin, even if the Shaolin is severely damaged and has only a few people.

Almost all the strongest people in the world are fighting with Shaolin. It is true that a big tree attracts the wind.

Going around and around, in the end both tasks have to go around to the top few people in the world.

"Brother Abbot, because I broke my oath alone and put Shaolin in danger of annihilation, do you have so much confidence in me?"

Old monk Kong Ji held his white beard and pondered for a while: "To be honest, Shaolin has too many enemies and they are too strong."

He shook his head: "I don't believe that you can revive Shaolin. Even if you are profound in Buddhism at a young age, you seem to have reached the realm of sravakas, and even if you have realized the secret of the Six Divine Diagrams in a short period of time."

"Then why are you"

Chen Yi was talking unhappily, but in the middle of his words, he suddenly heard a cold and loud voice, which seemed to fall from the sky and enveloped the entire Shaolin Temple.

"You Shaolin are so brave. You dare to violate your oath and recruit disciples. Are you trying to deceive me into not daring to destroy your entire Shaolin family, or are you relying on Zhan Yin and Zhan Guo, two old bald donkeys, to really protect your Shaolin?"

Although he was questioning, his words revealed endless murderous intent, but his voice was extremely cold, without any emotion.

“Arrived so quickly”

The old monk Kong Ji raised his head, his white beard and eyebrows fluttering, but he looked calm, without any trace of fear or surprise, as if he had expected it.

"Is he the mysterious man?"

Chen Yi asked in his mouth, and looked up, carefully observing, but found that even with Prajna observation, he could not find the owner of the voice at all.

"good"

The old monk Kong Ji nodded, and suddenly slapped Chen Yi with his palm without any warning.

The light and fluttering palm seemed to be everywhere in the world. Every inch of space around him was trapped under this palm. He could not dodge or avoid it. He could only force it or retreat.

Chen Yi didn't know why the old monk suddenly went crazy, so he naturally didn't want to fight with him head-on, so he had to step on the warp and latitude, and the figure reappeared, standing in the Thousand Buddha Hall.

The old monk Kongji retracted his palm, brushed his beard and said with a smile: "Good body technique."

Chen Yi frowned and said, "Why are you so crazy?"

"Junior brother, I've finished telling you the story. Just relax and study the Six Gods Pictures in the Thousand Buddhas Hall. Don't worry about outside matters."

The old monk Kong Ji didn't even explain. He laughed, lifted up his robe, and sat up cross-legged under the door of the main hall.

It looked like he wanted to hold the door himself to prevent Chen Yi from leaving.

Chen Yi was a little dumbfounded.

Could it be that this posture is because he is afraid that he will go out and fight that mysterious man?

Knowing that this newly recognized senior brother wanted to protect himself, although he was a little touched,

"Senior brother, are you so confident that you can stop me, junior brother?"

"Amitabha" is empty but has bowed its head and said nothing.

Chen Yi was not an obedient person. He was curious about the mysterious man and a little unconvinced, so he wanted to try this senior brother's skills.

At this moment, I stepped on the longitude and latitude of the earth, and figures suddenly appeared.

Just when I thought I was about to cross the old monk Kongji, I saw him lightly moving forward and slapping his palm.

This was obviously just a slap, and it was not him who hit him, but no matter how his feet changed, Chen Yi felt that there were countless palm shadows waiting for him along the way.

Before he could react, these palm shadows were already imprinted on his body.

The whole person immediately flew into the hall, landed on the ground, and walked a few steps backwards, but there was no injury on his body.

While Chen Yi took a breath of cold air, he already waved out his palm.

The flaming palm prints about ten feet wide hit the empty space.

The old monk Kong Ji faced the blazing fire that roared towards him with astonishing force and still slapped his palm unhurriedly.

The palm print condensed by the fire suddenly fell into pieces.

A figure covered in flames shot out from the scattered fire palm prints, like a ball of fire hitting Kong Jie.

Chen Yi, who transformed into a fireball, saw the old monk slap him again, but thousands of palm shadows covered every inch of his body.

The fire light dissipated and Chen Yi's figure flew back again.

"Senior brother, why do you come and go with just this one palm?"

He was extremely frightened in his heart, but he did not want to show any fear on his face.

The old monk Kong Ji smiled and said: "Hehehe, junior brother, I am stupid in nature, so I have to use this stupid method. I have lived in vain for ten years, just thinking about the palm of the Thousand-Armed Tathagata. Although it cannot be extraordinary, it is not.

Become proficient in practice.”

The old monk is amazing

Chen Yi thought to himself that even in a life-and-death fight, he might not be able to defeat him, not to mention that it was simply impossible.

He was secretly horrified by the unexpectedly high cultivation level of the old monk Kongji. When Kongji had just beaten him into the Thousand Buddha Hall, he was in the small kitchen.

When the cold and sonorous voice sounded, the two extremely old monks paused again, and at the same time put down the food in their hands tremblingly.

Monk Chunzhen was stunned by the sudden voice. When he saw the actions of the old monks, he couldn't care less and hurried over: "Two Grand Masters, what's the matter?"

The two looked at each other and ignored him.

The taller one stood up tremblingly and wiped his shiny hands on the worn monk's robe.

The old and dry voice trembled slightly: "I'll go this time. The new little monkey, I don't know how to practice it. At such a young age, he has a golden body, and his energy is terrifyingly strong, but he has cultivated this divine will."

It’s a complete mess. Just study the Marrow Cleansing Sutra carefully and stay here to teach this little monkey.”

Monk Chunzhen was confused when he heard this.

The shorter old monk nodded slowly, shook his hands again, and picked up the meat in front of him again: "Go, you and I have been together for more than a hundred years, it's time to say goodbye."

"I'm tired of seeing your old face a long time ago. I'll take the first step."

As the taller old monk spoke, he turned around tremblingly, hunched over his back, and stepped forward with some difficulty.

"Uncle Zhanguo! Where are you going?"

Monk Chunzhen ran over to help him, but was driven away by the old monk.

Then I was very shocked to find that old monk Zhanguo took a step forward, and his rickety body was slowly straightening.

Another step, and the wrinkled skin like old tree bark is gradually bulging.

The old monk walked out step by step. The changes in his body were like going back in time. When he reached the door, his whole person had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Where are the old monks?

This is a tall and majestic monk.

The muscles of his limbs were knotted, and the energy and blood all over his body was steaming, distorting the void.

Chunzhen was stunned. He had never seen a dragon, but he had a feeling that Master Zhanguo was no longer a human being at this moment. He had turned into a dragon.

The "old monk" took another step and disappeared.

Another old monk was grinding the meat with his toothless mouth and talking to himself tremblingly.

"You are relieved, but you still want me to coax these little monkeys."

"All things are impermanent: birth and death."
Chapter completed!