There is no doubt that this person must be the current abbot of Shaolin.

This is not difficult to conclude from his incomparably thick internal force or from the black belt and black clothes he wears.

"Young man, take me first!"

Before the words fell, I saw the black-clothed old monk wave his finger, and a sharp and sharp air arrow, like lightning, rushed towards the Hanzi Sword from the top of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"What a beautiful one-yang finger!"

Han Zijian smiled again, and immediately took out his sword, shooting the sun with a move, and greeted him with Tiangang pulse.

"Bang!"

The two internal forces had turned into two scorching air arrows, which exploded instantly after colliding in the air, forming a circle of mist-like arc qi waves that refused to dissipate for a long time.

"What a powerful Tiangang pulse, young man, please take another slap from the old man!"

After a sigh of surprise, Shakya jumped up from the top of the hall again, only to see him fly with his palms, and then people chased after him, and came again in the air.

Seeing that Shakya had revealed the name of his move at a glance, Han Zijian was not surprised, he smiled and put the sword into the sheath, threw it to Tie Yunyan beside him, and then raised his head and flicked his legs.

I saw that after the Hanzi sword rose to more than ten zhang, he first drew an elegant Tiangang circle on his chest with his palms, so that the qi gathered in the dantian, and then slowly pushed out his palms, which corresponded to the same powerful Vajra palm as Shakya.

"Bang!"

After the four palms docked in the air, in the huge impact sound, the surrounding air had been shaken to stop flowing.

In an instant, there was a loud buzzing sound, and the air flow rolled violently in the air, and everyone's ears rang again, and the eyes were suddenly gray.

With the help of elasticity, the two of them took off and flipped back at the same time, and each floated back a few feet before spinning and floating to the ground.

After landing, due to great inertia, and took a few steps back, and finally stopped the footsteps of the Shakya's eyes shining, he looked at the Hanzi sword that had not moved after landing and was as steady as a rock and asked:

"Dare to ask who the young man is mentoring?"

Standing proudly beside Tie Yunyan, Han Zijian didn't answer, he thought in his heart:

The teacher has passed away, how can you mention his name casually!

But Tie Yunyan was already so proud that she couldn't help it, she saw that Hanzi had won the victory over the monk's head, and she had the absolute upper hand, so she was naturally full of a sense of accomplishment.

Looking at the Shakya in front of him, who was wearing a black monk's robe, with a nine-point ring scar on his head, tall and fat, big hands and feet, round eyes and big ears, full of strength, but respectful at the moment, Tie Yunyan held the Hanzi sword and blurted out:

"The master of the two of us is the son of the Red Cliff Broken Dust. ”

"But that Duan Long, who lives in seclusion in the desert and hasn't entered the customs for a hundred years?" Shakya burst his face was full of anticipation, and he asked busily.

"Exactly, Great Monk, you didn't lose unjustly today!" Tie Yunyan replied with the corners of her mouth raised proudly.

Suddenly, Shakya made a move that surprised everyone.

I saw that he was excited, and then pounced, fell to the ground with his hands, and suddenly knelt in front of Han Zijian and Tie Yunyan, and then shouted loudly:

"Shaolin Yonghuatang uploaded the forty-seventh generation of Caodong Zhengzong, and the thirty-third generation of the ancestor Shamen of Xueting Fuyu Zen Master, the abbot of the Yongzi generation, greetings to the uncle and aunt!"

This time, everyone present was immediately stunned, and Xie Ruolan was also so shocked that her eyes widened.

After three seconds of delay, it was the first seat of the Dharma Academy to react, and he hurriedly rushed with the eighteen arhats, all of them lined up behind Shakya, and knelt on the ground, shouting with a heaved face:

"Juniors, wait a minute, meet the two Sect Immortal Ancestors!"

"Everyone, please get up quickly, don't be polite!" Han Zijian smiled and helped Shakya up with both hands.

Shakya, who was helped up, turned his head with old tears in his eyes and ordered to the great monk Dukong:

"Quickly ring the bell of knocking on the sky, reopen the door of the mountain temple, fire the salute, lay the carpet, call the monks of the whole temple, and go to the meditation hall to meet the ancestor!"

"Order!"

Dukong led the eighteen Arhats, and after saluting with one palm, he went away like the wind.

"Uncle and aunt, please!" Shakya made a welcoming gesture and hurriedly led the way.

Han Zijian was not polite this time, and after pinching Tie Yunyan, who was holding him tightly, he walked towards the main hall with Xie Ruolan.

Seeing Zijian's calm expression at the moment, Tie Yunyan was so angry that she snorted.

After secretly pinching the thick waist of Han Zijian again, Tie Yunyan scolded in her heart:

Hmph!

You stinky sword, you dare not report such a big secret!

And the dead old man of the master.

No wonder he often hides with Zijian and whispers.

It turns out that there are so many interesting things that I haven't told me, and the next time I sweep the tomb, it will not be enough to relieve my anger if I don't beat the tombstone a few times.

However, I heard the master inadvertently mention it once.

It is said that he learned from the teeth, he was in Songshan, and at the age of nineteen, due to the turmoil of the world, the people were not able to make a living, so he left Shaolin and went into the desert alone.

The exact reason for this should be known immediately.

But Zijian really should be pinched!

Let my sister know earlier, I was a little more ruthless just now.

Just now I dared to scold my grandmother for being a layman, and the little monks really deserve to be beaten!

I'll go, and I'll return to my aunt?

Shouldn't my aunt have gray hair and old teeth to fall out?

Is there such a flowery and moon-looking, beautiful little aunt?

However, this Shaolin is the world of men after all, and I, the little aunt, are definitely unprecedented and unprecedented.

Auntie, aunt, old nun!

I'm dying of it!

I'm going to have to give them a nice name right now!

So, Tie Yunyan pouted and pinched Han Zijian again, expressing the strongest protest.

Han Zijian couldn't help laughing, and after being pinched three times, he only heard the sound of twenty-nine salutes coming from the mountain gate.

In a steady stream of thunderous footsteps from all directions, the three of them followed Shakya through the Mahavira Hall and came to a large square that had been covered with a red carpet.

Behind this square is the meditation hall where Shaolin receives VIPs.

This meditation hall has a history of more than 1,500 years, and it is a place for senior monks and abbots to sit and meditate and understand their minds, and outsiders are not allowed to enter at all.

For thousands of years, only the first martial arts master of Russia, the chivalrous and tender one, and the tough guy president of the fighting nation, were allowed to sit in this meditation hall for half an hour when he first came to Shaolin to visit the mountain.

After entering the spacious and bright meditation hall with Shakya, I saw that in the center of the hall, there were two shiny yellow pear arhat circle chairs, and there were two rows of mahogany Taishi chairs on both sides.

On the incense table behind the Arhat chair, all kinds of products have been offered at this time, and in the extra-large copper incense burner, there are also clusters of red heads, and the strange fragrance is actually floating.

At this time, the Shaolin chief and deputy presiding, the head and deputy hall masters, the first and second seats of each department, and the large and small foremen of the deacons about more than 100 people, have been dressed in various colors of robes according to their ranks, quietly standing on both sides.

After looking up and circling around, I saw that in the center of this hall, there was no clay sculpture, but it was a large square plaque that could not see the wood clearly.

The plaque is engraved with several rows of Yin inscriptions, which read:

Fu Hui Zhizi Jue, the original circle can be understood.

Zhou Hongpu Guangzong, Daoqing and Xuanzu.

Quiet and true as the sea, pure and pure.

Virtue lasts forever, and the wonderful body is always strong.

The heart is deep and deep, and the sex is clear and worshipful.

Sincere and good Xi Zen, cautious and benevolent.

Xue Ting is the mentor and leads you back to Xuan Road.

The meaning of these seventy words is not difficult for Tie Yunyan, an amateur archaeological enthusiast, at all:

Historically, Shaolin monks have all come from ****, and these seven cross poems are their orderly lineage.

For these seventy words, the Shaolin monks can naturally blurt out, whether they are practicing in the temple, or they are ordered to go out to raise money, just by saying the name of the law, they can know which sect and which generation he is.

Today, Shaolin has continued to the "Yong" character of "Virtue Eternal Eternal Inheritance", and the current abbot Shakya, the legal name is "Yonghui".

Tie Yunyan tilted her head and remembered, and suddenly realized:

Oh, I see.

No wonder the old man of the master, after getting drunk a few times, once called himself 'Old Man Deyao'.

It turns out that the old man is a 'de' generation.

Then my family and my son's sword are the 'line' characters of Shaolin.

Hey, I remembered that when the master was joking happily, he once gave two more embarrassing and affectionate titles.

This girl is called 'Xingyun'.

My family's sword is called 'Xingyu'.

Hehe, now that I think of these two names, which made people hear them at the beginning, and I feel even more funny.

Just when Tie Yunyan was stealing fun, the world was already quiet.

When I looked back and looked out, I saw that on the square outside the door of the meditation hall, more than 1,000 Shaolin monks were lined up neatly under the breeze and sun.

So, after forcing Han Zijian and Tie Yunyan to sit on the two Arhat chairs, under the leadership of Shakya kneeling and worshipping first, all the monks knelt like a thunderous mountain and shouted:

"Meet the two ancestors!!"

Thousands of monks bowed together, and saw that Tie Yunyan was proud and calm, but it made Hanzijian anxious, and he hurriedly helped Shakya again:

"Don't, although I know the roots, but in the world, I can receive this supreme gift again!"

Shakya waved his hand outward, and after all the monks got up, he said seriously:

"There are no rules, there is no circle, even if you are in Hongchen, uncle, Shaolin will never be able to mess up!"

Seeing that he could no longer refuse, Han Zijian planned to introduce Xie Ruolan, but Shakya had already gone straight over.

Towards Xie Ruolan, who had already sat down in the Taishi chair on the left, after bowing with his palms together, Shakya said respectfully:

"Shaolin is shining today, not only ushered in the two ancestors, but also ushered in the prestige of the Central Plains first police, Xie Hall you are the embodiment of kindness and justice, please forgive the old man has not been far away, the mistake of losing honor. ”

Xie Ruolan was happy, got up and said with a smile:

"Master, you are a high-ranking monk who enjoys high-level treatment, I can't afford such a big gift, no wonder I don't give notice in advance, just seal your mountain road and mountain gate. ”

"Haha, it's not strange, it's too late for the poor monk Xie, and then I will bow to the Xie Hall to escort the uncle and aunt of the temple back to the mountain," Shakya smiled heartily, and then saluted Xie Ruolan.

After he also sat down and exchanged a few words of greeting, Shakya officially asked: "It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that Master Broken Dust is already over 100 years old, but he is still strong, I don't know if he is an old man?"

"The teacher has gone to the west of the crane a few months ago," after receiving the bowl of tea handed by Xiao Shami, Han Zijian replied with a condensed expression.

After sighing heavily, Shakya's face was full of sadness again:

"My master and I, although we have never met, I often hear my predecessors talk about his legendary life.

said that at the beginning, Shigong should have taken over the position of the abbot of the previous generation, but because he couldn't bear to see the lives ruined, he went to the rivers and lakes alone, went to the desert to kill the rich and help the poor, and then because he was trapped in the red dust, and the red cliff retreated.

Today, when he saw his uncle and aunt making a move, Shakya was immediately full of doubts, and he had no choice but to try again.

Uncle Prophet used the 'Tiangang Pulse Sword' that was only qualified to practice as a master-level monk in this sect.

Later, I saw that my uncle's palm had a hundred years of skill, and it was Shaolin's authentic strong King Kong palm, and the younger generation had a secret heart in his heart. ”

Today's trip to Shaolin is not a homely one, seeing that Shakya is so happy, Han Zijian wants to interrupt, but he can't bear it.

Seeing that Han Zijian wanted to speak and stopped, Shakya smiled and said: "Uncle and Aunt came down from the sky, and they don't just want to use their fists and feet to teach me these unsuccessful juniors, right?"

Seeing that he took the initiative to cut to the chase, Han Zijian immediately got straight to the point, and asked solemnly: "Yun'er and I are on this trip, there is indeed something important, do you know about the girl case in Stone Town?"

"Uncle and aunt, this case is all-knowing. ”

Han Zijian frowned: "During the incident, have you ever been to Stone Town?"

After being stunned for a moment, Shakya cautiously lowered his head and asked, "Is there any basis for Uncle Shi's question?"

Han Zijian's face did not change, and he asked again sharply:

"At the scene of the crime, there is an imperceptible palm print, this palm print is exactly where the palm of King Kong goes, the internal force of this palm is quite thick, except for you, I am afraid there is no one else!"