People say that when you see Shaolin Temple, go to Songshan Wuru Peak.

Go up the 486 steps, climb the good Han slope, climb the pine forest, step on the ladder, look at the axe to cut the four walls, rest a little at the eight steps, and go to the gate of heaven to appreciate the absolutely:

The monkey looks at the forest sea, and the azure is towards the forest stone.

Turn around the peak of the Three Emperors Palace, enter the Hanging Heaven Cave and have a different world; look at a line of sky from between the cliffs, passers-by are in a hurry; go out of the stone gate and turn over the mountains and mountains, the strange cypress is lush and green.

Step on the Ya suspension bridge, sigh at the danger of the sky, look at the Grand Canyon, and feel the changes.

The book cliff is like a bamboo, and the Jin Yao forest is pine.

This is the holy place of Zen family, and now it has been civilized into a tourist treasure, but people come and go to stay, Wurufeng Shaolin Temple still sits here, and no one has moved it.

It's a pity that the houses are gathered and the creed is lost.

The mountain gate goes inside, through the Yongdao, the gate of Shaolin Temple.

The rustling sound only sounded for a moment, and then the sound of sorghum ears falling to the ground was heard, indicating that someone had swept the floor, but soon put down the broom and went to do something else.

This day should be Monday night, the fourth day of the lunar month (September 20th of the solar calendar), a sweeping monk sat next to the stone lion, the broom at his feet casually leaning on the lion's head, with the new IQOO3 5G swiping Weibo to look at today's hot words.

The monk has a half-sized beer belly, oily and slippery, and there is not a single hair on his whole head, and it shines at 360 degrees from top to bottom and from left to right without dead ends, and no one can guess if he wants to break his head.

(This empty story pays tribute to the abbot of the Shaolin Temple in "Heaven and Dragon Slayer", but only by his name.) ）

Brushing and brushing, Wen Zhi was shocked.

"How is that possible?"

His round face was bruised, his hands were clutching his phone, and a video recorded by a netizen was playing on the screen.

This netizen is the live audience of the fifth issue of "Original 108" and is a fan of Meng Zuo.

He clicked on the recording from the beginning of Meng Zuo's singing, wanting to record a full audio.

At first, Wen Zhi just thought that this person sang quite well, and he didn't have anything important to do, so he listened patiently.

But as he listened, he noticed that the chandelier above the stage would click every time it shook, which was not small, but because Meng Zuo's singing was too loud and roaring, few people noticed it.

But Wen Zhi is a practitioner after all, and he is a little more sensitive to external dangers than ordinary people.

"I'm afraid it's not going to fall. ”

Sure enough, a minute later, after Meng Zuo finished singing, the chandelier collapsed and fell hard, and then the audience exclaimed, and the scene was chaotic.

Such a large chandelier fell from a height of five meters, Wen Zhi, a person who had practiced the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt, was terrified to see it, it stands to reason that this trainee named Meng Zuo should be in danger of his life.

However, Wen Zhi saw a clue.

At the moment when the chandelier hit Meng Zuo's body, he saw a faint golden light flickering on his body, and the shape of the golden light was actually a simple bell!

Others may not notice this, and even if a keen person sees it, they will interpret it as an illusion caused by the reflection of the light, but Wenzhi feels that it is not an illusion.

The martial arts he practiced were the golden bell hood iron cloth shirt, don't look at him so fat, he usually walks staggeringly, but after more than ten years, his kung fu has reached Xiaocheng, and there will only be a white mark when an ordinary stick hits him.

His master, Kongwen, told him that the highest state of the golden bell jar is to have a golden light on the body, and the treasure bell protects the body.

He just listened, but he didn't take it to heart, he didn't believe that a mortal could practice to the point of violating normal scientific principles.

This was beyond his knowledge.

But in front of him, he clearly saw the golden bell jar body, the highest state of the golden bell jar.

So he shouted in horror how could it be just now.

He adjusted the video to the moment when the chandelier hit Meng Zuo, and watched it more than a dozen times.

The more he looked, the more he felt that it was not a simple reflection of light.

With a twist of his mind, he searched for four words on Weibo.

Monzo, accident.

Before he could finish typing, he spotted a note on the trending headlines.

"Miracle - smashed by a ton of chandelier and still intact. ”

"Was it an accident or hype? Meng Zuo was discharged from the hospital safely. ”

Wen Zhi clicked in in disbelief and found a screenshot of Meng Zuo's Weibo post reporting safety.

"He's so young, how did he do that!"

"No way!

"Unless...... He's a martial arts genius!"

"But how can such a person be willing to be a play?"

Although Wen Zhi eats meat, drinks wine, plays games, scrolls on Weibo, wears an electronic watch and buys a lot of AJ, which is very fashionable and fashionable, but because of the influence of his master, he adheres to the old concept in some aspects.

For example, he has always thought that actors, stars, and singers are all ninth-rate actors and looks down on them.

In his eyes, even if a martial artist is penniless, he is at least a chivalrous man in the middle and ninth streams, and he consciously has a higher status than the actors.

He couldn't understand how a person with such a strong martial arts skill could be reduced to a drama that was judged by everyone on the stage.

(There is no praise or disparagement of actors and singers here, no praise or disparagement.)

In addition, the nine streams are divided into the upper nine streams and the lower nine streams, the upper nine streams are: one Buddha, two immortals, three sages, four officials, five ministers, six phases, seven monks, eight Dao, Jiuzhuang Tian. The middle nine streams are: one commentary, two doctors, three divination, four chess, five danqing, six shi, seven horizontal, eight righteousness, and nine fishing. The lower nine streams are: one high platform, two blows, three circus, four shaving, five pools, six back rubbing, seven repairs, eight matching, and nine prostitutes.

The high platform is the play. ）

The more Wen Zhi looked at it, the more he felt that this matter was shocking, and it was not something that one of his disciples could judge.

No way!

I have to go to Master!

I'm afraid this matter needs him to decide.

Wen Zhi picked up the broom, threw it lightly, threw it into the corner, lifted his breath, his feet were like the wind, and he ran towards the courtyard gate with a few steps.

A fat monk with at least 300 pounds usually walks unsteadily, but today he ran like a fly, and he was fleeting in his sight.

If a passer-by passes by at this time, he will be surprised to see this scene.

They will not believe that the Shaolin Temple, which seems to accept thousands of people every day, is actually hollow on the outside, and those martial arts back then have decayed to the point that they can't find a successor.

......

September 20, six p.m.

A pig-killing cry came from a tertiary hospital.

"Ahh

Wang Jiaren was so pained that he couldn't speak, he looked at his bloody body, and there was a little resentment in his heart, but more fear.

Meng Zuo had already left the hospital and left with Qin Xiaoling in his arms.

As for the maintenance of Wang Jiaren's private workshop, according to Meng Zuo's words, Wang Jiaren is to blame and can only repair it at his own expense.

His current appearance is like Dongwu who lost his wife and lost his army, extremely embarrassed.

He lay in the operating room, surrounded by several doctors, carefully helping him pull out his "ice spirit silver needle".

"It hurts!"

Wang Jiaren shouted that his liver and gallbladder were broken, but it was really not good for him to take anesthetics in that position, because taking drugs might affect his sexual well-being in the second half of his life.

"Director Wang, why don't we take anesthetics. ”

A surgeon wearing a mask and covering it tightly said with concern.

"...... Eggs! Then do the surgery!

In normal times, Wang Jiaren absolutely scolded the doctor with his head and face, but now, he said that he felt that his lower body hurt so much that he almost fainted.

The doctor was silent, with a hint of resentment in his eyes.

If Wang Jiaren had paid a little attention to this doctor, he would have found that this was the one who spoke ill of him with his patients during the day.

This chief surgeon is bullied by Wang Jiaren, an old gangster, on weekdays, and usually can only be submissive, but now Wang Jiaren is lying on the operating table, and his attitude is still so arrogant, he can't be blamed for hitting hard.

"Hmph, hum, hum,......" the chief surgeon sneered a few times, and his eyes became sharp.

The doctor is benevolent, although he is Wang Jiaren, but he still has to be saved.

However, he is so arrogant and domineering on weekdays, and now he can't blame the chief surgeon for his rough methods.

As the doctor secretly increased his efforts, Wang Jiaren screamed even worse, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Ahh

Many patients unconsciously distance more than 20 meters from the operating room.

Who is lying in the operating room?

It's too ugly!

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The second update has arrived, and Xiao Mo begged for a recommendation for collections and tickets.