Shaolin Temple is not only famous for its ancient and mysterious Buddhist culture, but also famous for its exquisite and practical Shaolin martial arts. "Chinese Kung Fu sees the world, and the world's martial arts are produced in Shaolin" is a beautiful name for Shaolin Kung Fu.

Shaolin Temple was first built in the 19th year of Taihe in the Northern Wei Dynasty (495 AD) by Emperor Xiaowen Yuan Hong, who settled the Indian monk Batuo and was founded on the mountain Piji. Because it is located in the dense forest of Shaoshi Mountain, it is named "Shaolin Temple".

Bodhidharma, the 28th generation Buddhist of Sakyamuni, arrived at Shaolin Temple in the third year of Xiaochang in the Northern Wei Dynasty (527 AD), and the first Zen Buddhism was passed down, which had a great influence. Therefore, Shaolin Temple was collectively called the "Zen Ancestral Court" by world Buddhism, and developed rapidly on this basis. Especially after the thirteen-stick monk rescued Li Shimin in the early Tang Dynasty, it received high attention from the Tang Dynasty and won the reputation of "the world's No. 1 temple".

Chongshan has beautiful scenery and many famous scenic spots. Green cypress and pine trees are towering and towering, with an ancient atmosphere. Under the shade of ancient trees, a temple gate that is not too big stands on the mountain, with a few vigorous characters written on it: "Shaolin Temple"

There are hundreds of millions of pilgrims traveling to and from Shaolin Temple every year. It can be said that the incense is soaring. When you are far away, you can hear the sound of the morning bell, evening drums and chanting scriptures, a clear sound of the Buddhist great way, as if you want to cleanse and redeem the unclean souls of the mortals. [

When you approach, the entire Shaolin Temple stands beside the mountain, with the incense at the front door full of incense and endless tourists burning incense and worshiping Buddha. Side shoulders and heels, the Buddhist world is shining, and the thousand-year-old ancient temple gives people a kind of aura of peace and quietness, everything has laws, and no one seems to have a bad fate in front of the Buddhist temple.

A few young people in the crowd, three women and two men, seemed to walk casually, watching around quietly, slightly different from some of the pilgrims coming and going. These people were calm and breathing long. They were all masters. These five were Zhou Hui, Nangong Ping, Qian Jiao, Shen Shang and Hua Wu.

"Shaolin Temple is indeed very lively, with pilgrims constantly. The income of this year is equivalent to a large and half gang, "The charlatan looked as he walked, and all the money threw in the merit box were all the money, including five yuan, ten yuan, and hundreds of yuan bills. The kind men and women were burning incense and kowtow, asking for divination and explanation, looking like they were pious and comparable.

"Hey, don't you burn incense and kowtow, and you want a good man?" The charlatan turned his head and saw Qian Jiao looking curiously. She wrapped herself in a white winter outfit like a penguin, but she couldn't hide her delicate figure.

"Hmph, if you want to care, you'd better take care of yourself. I'm so beautiful and beautiful. Do you still need to burn incense and kowtow?" Qian Jiao hummed without jumping in the Internet.

"Tsk, be self-righteous," the charlatan turned his head disdainfully. Hua Wu smiled when he saw it, "The Buddha sat in his heart, it's better not to worship him. Whatever fate should come will always come. Today is flirting, and tomorrow is shared with bed, haha, Hua Wu said mysteriously.

"You?" Qian Jiao suddenly turned pink and was about to get angry.

"Hey, Huawu, what are you saying? Do you think of me as a garbage collector?" The charlatan rolled his eyes.

"Okay, okay, don't make trouble, you guys, come soon, everyone is quiet." Seeing Qian Jiao being sang and sang together by these two guys, Zhou Hui couldn't help but say.

"Hmph" Hearing Zhou Hui's words, the three of them stopped talking. Qian even snorted even more. The unrest of his chest made the sage and Hua Wu lose their minds.

"Hello, Amitabha, donors, are you burning incense or asking for a signature?" Zhou Hui and his friends entered the front incense burning hall. A golden Buddha statue sat cross-legged. There were several bunkers below. Some people kowtowed there and muttered words in their mouths. I don't know what wish they were making. There were several bald monks sitting upright, knocking on the wooden fish, reciting sutras, and the table in front was holding things like explaining the hexagrams and asking the signatures.

Seeing Zhou Hui and his men come in, a little monk came over, folded his hands together, came to Zhou Hui and his men, and asked softly.

"Well, little master, we are going to find Master Yuanyin of the abbot. Please inform me that this is my business card, just say that it is an old friend coming to visit." Before Zhou Hui could speak, Hua Wu walked up to him at this moment, clasped his hands and said softly, then took out a handful of business card and put it in the hand of the little monk.

The little monk was stunned, looked at the business card, looked at Hua Wu and others, and then came to the monks who were knocking on wooden fish and chanting sutras. He didn't know what he said in a low voice. He saw a monk with a scar on his head and a monk seven feet tall wearing a yellow monk's robe standing up and walked quickly to Zhou Hui: "Today, Master had already left early in the morning. Could it be that there were only a few people? Please follow me, Master is waiting for you in the back hall."

"Oh, thank you, Master, may I ask about Master's Dharma name?" Zhou Hui folded his hands and bowed slightly, with a very pious attitude.

"I am here in Huigen, who is from the Hui generation, please follow me." The monk named Huigen said, turned around and left.

"The Hui generation is very high in Shaolin Temple. Since the master's fate, Jue, Hui, Wu, Kong, etc.," several people followed the monk Huigen, Hua Wu explained to Zhou Hui in a low voice as he walked. Zhou Hui nodded while listening.

"Shaolin Temple, it's true that the crouching tiger and hidden dragon are crouching. Seeing this person's steps are steady and his breath is long, it seems that his skill is not low." Qian Jiao can also be good at kung fu, and at first glance he can see that this monk named Huigen is not simple.

"This female donor has been too much. She has only practiced some superficial skills to strengthen her body, which makes the donor laugh." Huigen turned his head, clasped his hands and said with a smile, then turned around and continued to move forward.[

"Huh? He actually heard me talking? It's so awesome." Qian Jiao couldn't help but say in surprise.

"Hmph, you can hear it even if you are so loud." The charlatan couldn't help but look at Qian Jiao.

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"Cough, cough, the weather looks good today, haha." Seeing Huigen in front of him, the charlatan couldn't help but beat him up.

Nangong Ping, who had not spoken, glanced at Qian Jiao: "Don't be surprised. The Tianlong Gang is a major gang in China. Any sect can compete with each other. Don't be more ambitions from others." Nangong Ping said in an inauspicious voice, but it clearly reached Qian Jiao's ears.

Nangong Ping's move made Qian Jiao look slightly, which is equivalent to the highest level of internal force transmission and secret transmission. This kind of kung fu can't be heard by outsiders at all.

Qian Jiao nodded slightly, looked at Nangong Ping and stopped talking, but felt terrified by the strength of this woman. Nangong Ping didn't speak much along the way, but her eternal and cold temperament made Qian Jiao dare not get too close.

As a flight attendant, Nangong Ping is a temperamental beauty. She has achieved great success in her kung fu recently and has realized Qi Jie Linglong. She has used her mind and has greatly increased her strength, which is far above Zhou Hui and the sage.

A group of people followed the monk Huigen and passed through Buddhist buildings. There were fewer and fewer pilgrims coming and going. Gradually, a large hall stood in front of everyone. The hall was huge and solemn, with an inviolable majesty. In front of the hall, a vigorous ancient cypress was planted on both sides of the left and right sides, which was dozens of feet high, covering the sky and the sun, making the hall even more majestic.

"Several people, please wait a moment here, I'll report to Master." Huigen in front turned around at this moment, looked at Zhou Hui and others, folded his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice and said.

"My little master, please wait here," Zhou Hui said, then looked around the surrounding environment with both hands and backs. "Shaolin thousand-year-old temple is quiet and peaceful, and it is indeed a great place to cultivate." Zhou Hui couldn't help but think.

"Shaolin martial arts has a long history, but it is generally not about the secular world. We come this time, I don't know if it will go smoothly." The sage said. As the god who protects the country, he is also well aware of various martial arts in China.

"Well, we came here this time with sincerity. Whether the other party agrees or not, we must treat each other with courtesy. Even if we can't help, we will not establish an enemy. So when everyone sees my eyes, we should not talk nonsense, let alone do things randomly." Zhou Hui's eyes flashed, and she looked at the closed temple door and said with a deep slight slight.

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