Entering the house, Meng Zuo looked around and found that there were several night pearls and candles shining, but the brightness of the space was still slightly dim.

"It is a great pleasure for us to have two donors here. Master Kongwen folded his hands and bowed slightly.

"Where, where. Meng Zuo hurriedly waved his hand, not daring to be put on a high hat.

"The style of the house is unique, luxurious but not vulgar, classical and flamboyant, elegant but noble, I can see this time in my life, I have not lived in vain. ”

"Hahaha......" Master Empty Rumor laughed, he had never seen such an interesting young man as Meng Zuo, "The donor is really wrong to praise me." ”

He discovered for a while that Meng Zuo was different from ordinary people.

He is not inhibited.

It's a rare thing.

Master Kongwen's aura is very sufficient, although it does not make people feel depressed, but it will also make people feel respectful and even worshipful to him, but Meng Zuo did not do this, but naturally said witty words.

It's like going to a friend's house of the same age.

This Meng Zuo is definitely not a very human.

Almost in a second, Master Kongwen could tell that Meng Zuo was unusual.

Actually, Meng Zuo is talking nonsense.

The style here is indeed unique, after all, there is such a Shaolin temple in the whole country and the world, as for luxury but not vulgar, elegant but elegant...... Anyway, Meng Zuo didn't think there was any luxury in the old beams and the classical books that were broken to dust, nor did he think that the tattered robes worn by the master of Kongwen and the wooden stools with missing corners were elegant.

In Meng Zuo's eyes, even if the master gave this house to himself, it would not be as good as the IQOO3 5G in Wen Zhi's hand to give him a greater effect.

But what can be done?

When you go to someone else's territory, you can't talk well!

He Meng Zuo didn't know the temperament of this master, if he said something that made people angry and drove him out of the door, wouldn't it be a shame to lose his hair?

Therefore, Meng Zuo's communication strategy is to pick up some and no.

You don't care if he's really good-looking, if he's really elegant, anyway, you just insist that I think it's good, then no one can stop you.

The three of them sat down, while Wen Zhi continued to return to the courtyard to sweep the floor.

It's not particularly late, it's about six or seven o'clock, but the sun is completely gone.

"Master of Empty Stories. ”

It was much warmer when he entered the room, and Tomokazu Yamamoto also began to speak, as the intermediary between Meng Zuo and Kongwen, it was reasonable for him to speak first.

"Donor, please. ”

"Man, I've invited you over. Tomokazu Yamamoto said, "I've done everything properly, can I listen to what you want to discuss?"

He thought for a moment and added, "Don't worry, I will never say it." ”

Master Kongwen was stunned for a moment, and then chuckled, he was so cute by Tomokazu Yamamoto and this big man.

"Of course you can, since I let the two of you take a seat, naturally I won't hide anything from the two of you, as for whether you keep it a secret or not, it doesn't matter. ”

"Huh?" Tomokazu Yamamoto was stunned, "Isn't it a secret that you're discussing?"

"In the past, it was. Master Kongwen sighed, "It's a pity that my disciple Wenzhi is too dogmatic, and thinks that things involving Shaolin martial arts are taboo and must not be heard by outsiders." ”

Too dogmatic?

Do you call a monk with a 5G mobile phone with a Huawei smart watch and wearing AJ a dogma?

Do you have to put on an earring to be satisfied?

Meng Zuo and Tomokazu Yamamoto glanced at each other and saw the thick speechlessness in each other's eyes.

"Now my temple's martial arts can't even get together a successor, let alone say that the so-called martial arts cheats are taboo for martial artists. Master Kongwen smiled bitterly, and there was a faint sadness between his eyebrows.

"Master Kongwen, please mourn. The reputation of Shaolin martial arts has spread all over the world, how can there be no successor?" Meng Zuo asked.

"Alas. Tomokazu Yamamoto sighed, "That's a long story. ”

It's getting dark, so let's make a long story short......

When Meng Zuo heard this, he became vigilant, he didn't want to stay in the broken temple all night.

You say it's broken, but it's actually okay, every corner has been cleaned up to the dust, you say it's not broken, in material conditions, it must be much worse than the big villa that Meng Zuo bought newly.

But Meng Zuo still tried to control his panic and squeezed out a smile: "Listen to it." ”

Master Kongwen was stunned for a moment, he hadn't heard this word for a long time, and immediately looked at the tattered robe on his body.

"This matter starts from 67 years ago. ”

Mengzo: "Σ(っ °Д °;) っ”

.......

"You are my two disciples, you must revitalize the Shaolin Temple. ”

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Alas, my temple seems to be prosperous now, but in fact it has a tendency to decline, what is the reason for, do you know?"

"I don't know. A boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old knelt on the stone steps and responded with his fists clenched.

"The disciple doesn't know. To the right of the boy, a six-year-old child knelt timidly and replied in the same way as a teenager.

"That's because the current disciples of Shaolin Temple have too many distracting thoughts, and none of them are proficient in martial arts. ”

A middle-aged monk in his early forties, dressed in a brand-new robe, sat on the stone steps and rebuked loudly.

"My generation's martial arts, how can mortals learn by painting cats and tigers at will?"

"In recent years, more and more people know about our Shaolin martial arts, and they all want to learn martial arts from us. The middle-aged monk snorted through his nostrils, "But they are just out of curiosity, and they won't pay attention to our temple in a few years......"

"Wouldn't it be nice to let more people know about the martial arts of my temple?"

The six-year-old raises his little head wobly.

The middle-aged monk just wanted to be angry, but Nian was too young in the child's grade, and the teenager on the side was already ready to protect him, so he suppressed his anger and patiently explained.

"Hmph, I don't care what happens to those mortals, but the key thing is that they disturb the hearts of Shaolin disciples to practice!"

"Please speak clearly, Master. The boy said.

"What foreign gadgets they brought, they even showed our disciples earthen guns and cannons, and most importantly, our disciples were so greedy for those colorful clothes and shoes. The middle-aged monk was angry, and viciously smashed a stone slab beside him, "A few days ago, a disciple actually asked me, guess what they asked?"

The boy and the child were terrified, they knew about it, they knew the disciple, and of course they knew what he asked.

After asking questions that day, the disciple was beaten by the master and was so red and swollen that he couldn't even get out of bed the next day.

"Brother...... The disciple does not know. The boy replied tremblingly.

"Hmm. The monk nodded, directly ignoring the child kneeling beside him, "He actually asked, with those earthen guns and foreign cannons, what is the use of kung fu!"

The monk spoke even more angrily, stood up directly, and stomped his feet and almost shattered the stone steps.

"Ridiculous! It's ridiculous! The golden bell covers the iron cloth shirt, and when you achieve positive results, you can be invulnerable; Arhat fist vajra palm, the road is simple, and the simplest can also be practiced to the most powerful; Shaolin thirteen grasps, light and agile to grasp the diamond stubborn stone; breaking the ring knife method, entering the rivers and lakes, is invincible; drunk eight immortal stick method, when you are slightly drunk, who dares to be the enemy? Ruyi bone shrinking skill, Shaolin breaking the acceptance skill, robe subduing demon skills, thousands of hands like palms, these martial arts, cultivated to the extreme, with true qi, which one does not need to be called stronger and more powerful?

"He asked such a childish and brain-only question!" the monk continued, "I'm disappointed!"

"The Shaolin people of our temple have existed in the world since more than 1,000 years ago, how can they be shaken by a few iron lumps? Those things, I can split two with one palm, and I can crush one pile with one foot! This group of mortals dare to provoke the majesty of our temple, which is unbearable!"

The young man on the side, listening to the blood boiling, he also hopes to be as powerful as the master, in his eyes, the master is a person who can step on the mountains and rivers to pick the sun and the moon, he secretly made up his mind that he must keep the master's words in mind, and become the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and carry forward the Shaolin culture again!

"You are all not practicing for a long time, so you don't need to be in a hurry, but you must cultivate your self-cultivation and never be deceived by worldly people. The monk taught, and finally walked up to the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, "Kongzheng, I have great expectations for you. ”

The young man seemed to have won some highest honor, and his little face was red with excitement.

"Understood, Master!"

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