Xu Tiandi knew that Xuan Duan was from the Shaolin Temple after all. Although he was helping him, he wanted to go to the Shaolin Temple to bloodbath, and he probably was not willing to do that himself.
However, you can’t do it with blood, but you can help out!~
A few days later, Xu Tiandi took Xuan Duan and a few friends to Henan...
Xu Tiandi's brothers and fourth sister asked him what he was going to do. Xu Tiandi just smiled and said nothing, and his friends also kept silent for him, saying that Xu Tiandi just wanted to relax...
When they arrived in Henan, several people first went to Shaoshi Mountain. They gave them some money to the farmers at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain and wanted to stay here for a few days.
The farmers here are all simple and honest people, and they are not too prepared for these young people. Who would have thought that these people are actually going to the Shaolin Temple to compete...
They stayed here for two days and took a tour around Shaoshi Mountain. Firstly, they wanted to take a trip and relax, and secondly, they wanted to understand the situation nearby...
The generation above the disciples of the Xuan generation in Shaolin Temple is the Yuan generation. The current abbot is called Abbot Yuande! This Yuande has managed the Shaolin Temple very well in the past two years. Maybe he also feels repentant...
What happened back then, alas...
Everyone has a time when they are young and ignorant. At that time, Master Yuande's xinxing cultivation was not enough, so he joined forces with several brothers and set off a "bloody storm" in the temple, which caused a large number of monks in the temple to...
Misfortune...
Regarding what happened back then, none of the masters who participated in that incident regretted it...
Monks pay attention to compassion and all four elements are empty. However, at the beginning they...
No one would have thought that after so many years, Yuan Yi’s disciple, Yuan Yi’s biological son, Xuanduan, would come back and bring big trouble to the Shaolin Temple...
…
On this day, the weather was sunny and sunny. Several young monks were cleaning the fallen leaves in front of the mountain gate. At this time, several uninvited guests came to Shaolin...
A young man in the lead, in order not to cause trouble to the family, had already gone through the process of disguising himself. It was Xu Tiandi, who was proficient in the art of disguising himself.
And the few friends behind him are all unknown master hermits, not very famous...
As for Xuan Duan, he doesn’t want to disguise himself. He wants to use his true appearance to meet the masters and uncles in Shaolin Temple...
Several people went up to the mountain gate, and a young monk who was sweeping the floor clasped his hands together and said: "Sorry, donor, now is not the time for pilgrims to offer incense..."
Xu Tiandi took the paper fan in his hand and fanned it twice. This guy, like a young man, pursed his lips, closed the fan, and gestured forward with the fan...
Behind them, a man suddenly rushed up and kicked the young monk who was talking to them to the ground. The other young monk was dumbfounded and didn't know what was going on.
Before he could react, the man slapped the knife with his backhand, and with a slap, poof... the little monk also flew out and lay down a few meters away, wailing on the ground...
The guy who hit someone turned around and looked back: "Xuan Duan, oh no, no... now it's Duanhun, haha! Duanhun, the martial arts in your Shaolin Temple seem to be very sparse and ordinary? Are there only a few old monks who are masters?
What? I feel that with your current martial arts skills, it is more than enough to be a Shaolin master or something..."
Xuan Duan remained silent, and a few people continued to walk in. The young monk on the ground called out: "How many donors are you?"
"Get out..." With a bang, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the little monk rolled several times on the ground and passed out there...
Several people entered the Shaolin Temple. As soon as they entered, what just happened outside was also seen by the disciples in the temple. They had already informed them to go in. The Shaolin disciples inside had already formed formations and came out to meet the enemy.
"Haha... Guys, who among you wants to learn about this authentic Shaolin martial arts?" Xu Tiandi's tone was full of contempt. Indeed, looking at the clothes of these young monks in front of you, you can tell how old they are.
Qingqing's martial arts and cultivation are definitely not very advanced. It's not that they look down on young people... but that these young monks in front of them look like they are not masters...
Among the people behind Xu Tiandi, two people came out, one of whom seemed to know a lot about Shaolin Temple.
"Looking at all of you, you should all be disciples of the Xuan generation in Shaolin Temple, right? Haha... I wonder where the old guys of the Yuan generation in your temple have gone?"
This man's contemptuous tone made the young monks in front of him very angry.
"Stop being so arrogant!~ Let me teach you a lesson, our Shaolin Stick Formation..."
After saying that, a dozen Shaolin disciples waved their sticks and got into postures! Two people took the initiative to walk into the battle circle, and a dozen young monks were gesticulating around them.
The two people stood in the middle, looking calm...
At this moment, in the temple, several young novices hurriedly ran in: "It's not good! It's not good..."
An old man who looks to be in his sixties, wearing a yellow monk's robe and a cassock, is sitting on a futon, facing the Buddha statue, chanting sutras!~
The sudden interruption made him frown: "When are you so worried?" The old monk was a little unhappy, but a monk is neither sad nor happy, nor angry nor angry! Soon, the old monk changed
With a calm look on his face, it seems that he can be regarded as an accomplished monk.
The young novice monk made a Buddhist salute to his uncle, and then said: "Uncle, a group of troublemakers came to the mountain gate. They wanted to compete in martial arts, but they were too ruthless. Many brothers were killed.
Those people were injured."
The old monk stood up all of a sudden. He asked the young novice monk to inform his brothers, and he wanted to go take a look first...
Sure enough, when the old monk came to the front yard of the mountain gate, the Shaolin monks' stick formation had been broken by two people. More than a dozen disciples of the Xuan generation were lying on the ground, rolling in pain and wailing...
The old monk hurriedly stepped forward. He did not scold the other person, but was very calm and said softly: "Amitabha, several donors came to my Shaolin Temple to ask each other for martial arts. Why are they so violent? Our temple does not provide good hospitality.
I would like to ask your forgiveness if we want to discuss martial arts with each other. Can the donors follow me to the backyard?"
Xu Tiandi shook his head: "No! No! No! The pilgrims who offer incense will come one after another in a while. We came here specially at this time to be one step ahead of them. When they come, we can continue to play.
, put on a good show for them, hahaha...hahaha..."
"Uncle, those people are just here to cause trouble! They were so cruel, several junior fellow apprentices were beaten to the point of fracture..."
The old monk's face changed slightly: "Several donors, I, Shaolin, seem to have no grievances with them in the past, right? Why are we so aggressive?"
Wow... Xu Tian shook his fan, shook it off, and fanned gently: "Nothing! I just heard that Shaolin is the origin of martial arts in the world, and Shaolin Temple is the originator of top martial arts everywhere. Today, I, a younger generation,
, I just came here to ask for advice from the originator, hehehe..."
"That's all praise from friends who practice martial arts. We at Shaolin Temple do have some research on martial arts, but we can't be called the originators. Each sect has its essence. What we can do is
Integrate these essences, gather their essence, remove their dross, and try to
Let martial arts develop better and go further. As for the originator of martial arts in the world... Haha! The martial arts of various schools and schools, even to the extreme, can be called unparalleled in the world and sweep across the martial arts world.
There is no definition of first and no definition of second..."
Bang bang bang... Xu Tiandi clapped his hands: "Okay! Okay! Okay... That's really good. So how about this? Since the masters say that there is no first or second, that means there is no third, sixth or ninth grade.
I wonder if your sect can add a few more words in front of the plaque of Shaolin Temple..."
"What?" The great monk didn't understand what the other party meant, and Xu Tiandi laughed: "Hahaha... just add the words 'Nine-Liu Martial Arts', eh! Yes, Jiu-Liu Martial Arts Shaolin Temple! Anyway, there is no such thing
First, there is no second, which means there is no third, sixth, or ninth. Since there are no distinctions between the third, sixth, and ninth ranks, why should we care whether we add a ninth-rate or a first-rate in front?
"
"You..." The great monk was speechless by Xu Tian's words. He remained silent. After a while, several more great monks came over. These people were also wearing the robes of senior monks of Shaolin Temple.
"Xu! Yuan! Xuan! The generation of Hui has now emerged. The young monks of the generation of Hui are probably only three to five years old, ranging from ten to ten years old... Call them all out and take a look together.
Is this Shaolin Temple a sacred place for martial arts, or does it deserve its reputation!~"
"Presumptuous!~" an old monk of the Yuan generation shouted loudly, and as he said this, he wanted to go up and ask for some advice.
“I don’t know the master’s name!~”
"The old monk's name is Yuandu! Learn the benefactor's clever tricks and see what kind of skills the benefactor has. He actually dares to speak nonsense in my thousand-year-old Shaolin temple!~"
After saying that, the old monk Yuandu made claw-like hands with his hands and stepped up with his feet in a unique footwork.
"Dragon Claws and Tiger Claws!~" The other party was stunned for a moment. This old guy was not satisfied with a bottle of Dragon Claws, and half of the bottles were dangling... And his Tiger Claws originally wanted to be combined with his Dragon Claws to make up for the shortcomings.
, but this would be superfluous...
The person who fought against the old monk Yuandu pointed out the old monk's shortcomings with one word. Unexpectedly, the old monk became anxious: "You are young and think you have some ability, so you talk nonsense and eat me up."
Claw!~"
Whoosh whoosh... Yuandu waved his hands, and the swish of the tiger was like wind... And the man he was fighting with was also methodical, only dodging, not attacking...