"Amitabha!" In the white clouds of Shaomu Mountain, in a clearing at the foot of the mountain, a monk wearing a white monk's robe and an elegant temperament saluted a tall and sturdy young man with one hand: "Wan Shi Shi has not seen him for half a year, this momentum has risen to a realm, presumably within half a year, Wan Shi Lord has had another adventure, right?"

This monk is the chief stick monk of Shaolin Temple Xuankong, this world's martial arts out of Shaolin, and Shaolin Temple's stick skills are regarded as the first in the world, Wan Thunder is young and crazy, and wants to challenge the chief stick monk of Shaolin Temple, so as to be able to confirm what he has learned in Nalan Stick Gate, but the monks of Shaolin Temple are indifferent to fame and fortune, and the wind is light, no matter how Wan Jinglei requests, he is not moved, and Xiaobao used the "wordless juvenile order" , Six wordless teenagers burned Shaolin Temple together, almost burned the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, coupled with the intercession of the masters of the criminal department, Shaolin Temple relented, and sent the chief stick monk Xuankong to fight with Wan Jinglei, but the day before the decisive battle, Wan Jinglei was urgently recruited back to the capital by Cui Zhifeng overnight, and participated in the world-renowned "Tianyun Battle" , Although in the battle of Tianyun, Wan Jinglei met the famous stick master Murong Hero, and that duel was also quite thrilling, but Wan Jinglei has been haunted by the failure to fight with Xuankong, and after returning from Tangmen, he went back to Shaolin to challenge Xuankong. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"I couldn't have a good fight with Master You half a year ago, and I've always been thinking about it tightly. Wan Jinglei laughed and said, "Today I want to have a good time with you! I hope that the great monk will not hesitate to give advice!"

Xuankong smiled slightly, and said: "Don't be polite, donor, you are a young hero, and you can be regarded as famous in the battle of Yuntian, the little monk is a person who practices martial arts, and it is also a wonderful thing for the little monk to be able to learn from a master like the donor, but the name of the donor to the little monk is a little inappropriate." ”

"What's wrong?" Wan Jinglei scratched his scalp and said, "You look a lot older than me, and you are a monk, is there something wrong with me calling you a great monk?"

"Exactly. Xuankong saluted with one hand and said: "This 'monk' was originally Sanskrit, which means 'master', only those masters who have cultivated the realm can be called "monk", how can the little monk He De dare to let the ten thousand donors call you 'monk', just call me 'Xuankong'. ”

Wan Jinglei smiled: "Most of the people who practice martial arts are brave and ruthless, you are the chief of the stick monk of Shaolin Temple, and you are still so modest, my master told me that there are two kinds of modesty, one is really modest, and the other is strong to a certain level, and people who are fearless in their hearts will also show modesty, just by virtue of this, I call you a great monk, that's right!"

"Master Ling said it very well. Xuankong said with a Zen face: "The heart is free of obstacles, there is no obstacles, there is no terror, far from upside-down dreams, in the end, Nirvana, although the master is not a person in Buddhism, this realm is much higher than many cultivators, which is admirable!"

"Almost!" Wan Jinglei pulled out the thunder stick from behind him and said: "The two of us have talked too much, it's time to light up the guy, my thunder stick is an ancient artifact, if the great monk doesn't come up with some decent guys, he can't resist it!"

"It turned out to be a thunderbolt. Xuankong said lightly: "Since the abbot promised me to come to learn from you, how can I underestimate the enemy, the little monk personally doesn't care about winning or losing, but if you don't learn from you seriously, a few of you will come and put a fire again, but it is also a karma." As he spoke, he moved his left arm, which had been behind his back, to the front, with a stick in his hand, shining with golden light, and the two ends of the stick were wrapped around the flying dragon, with a peaceful but majestic breath, Xuankong said: "The magic weapon prepared by the little monk will not be worse than that of Lord Wan, right?"

"This ...... This is!" "When Wan Jinglei saw this stick, his eyes were about to fall to the ground, the stick is the head of a hundred soldiers, and people have already used the stick as a weapon to hunt when they were still drinking blood, what weapon has a longer history than the stick? When Bodhidharma Zen Master founded Shaolin, he used the stick as a Shaolin instrument to practice, and what he valued was the profound heritage of the stick, the stick was powerful, but it was not easy to hurt people, which was in line with the compassion of Buddhism. And this stick in Xuankong's hand is the artifact brought by Zen Master Bodhidharma when he crossed the river with a reed, and the legendary "dragon descending stick" used by the Arhat of the dragon! Wanbao Villa did not rank this stick in the list when ranking weapons, because this stick is no longer a weapon in the hearts of martial arts people, but a myth and a legend!

"Dragon Descending Stick!" Wan Jinglei stammered a little and said: "Master Bodhidharma's artifact is in your hands, and Shaolin Temple really values you!"

"Amitabha!" Xuankong smiled: "The color is not different from the emptiness, the emptiness is not different from the color, the color is the emptiness, the emptiness is the color, everything in the world is just a trace of people's thoughts, this dragon stick is just an iron rod used for self-defense by the monks of the retreat when they were doing penance, and it was enshrined as an artifact by the descendants with a layer of golden dye, which is ridiculous to say, this stick was first used to fight wild dogs." ”

Wan was stunned for a moment, suddenly felt something, and said in his heart: "Xuankong is right, the stick is a stick, what an ancient artifact, in the end it is just a steel rod, and so is my thunder stick, where does the stick itself come from? In fact, what makes me crazy is not the thunder stick, not the possession of the heavenly demon, but my own nature! I didn't expect this great monk's words to make me suddenly, this competition was really not in vain!" At the moment, he also saluted with one hand and said: "The master's teachings, keep in mind below!" (Here is a Buddhist knowledge: the monks of the Shaolin temple only bow with one hand, as for why, go to Baidu yourself.) ）

"It's the donor's own high understanding, and the little monk is just throwing bricks and attracting jade. "Xuankong returned the salute. Both of them bent down slightly, respectfully saluting each other, a gust of wind blew in the forest, a few leaves floated around the two, slowly falling, Wan Jinglei's heart was clear, he had never felt like this, he hated his heavenly demon possession since he was a child, it was because of the heavenly demon possession, he was seen as a monster since he was a child, even his own biological father, the famous black and white general Wan Chongtian was also slightly afraid of himself, and sent himself to Nalan Stick Gate early to learn art, Wan Jinglei always thought that he had today thanks to this heavenly demon possession, until today he understood that all of his own caused by himself, just like the thunder stickIn the hands of Lei Zhenzi, the general of the Zhou Dynasty, he could sweep away thousands of armies and defend the way to eliminate demons, but in his own hands he became an accomplice of the possession of heavenly demons, he understood why people often said that it was not the knife that kills people, but people! The human heart is the most terrible weapon!

After a long time, he stood up straight, looked at the elegant monk in front of him, and said loudly: "This competition, no need to compete, I lost! I can't even beat myself, how can I still compete with you, master, I admit defeat!"

"Did you really lose?" Xuankong's smile was meaningful, and he said lightly: "Just like when playing chess, the two sides have exhausted their tricks, and every step is dangerous, what about after the game is played? The person is still the same two people, the chess is still that game of chess, what if you win? What if you lose? What's more, donor, think about it again, have you really lost?" The monk's eyes were full of wisdom, and he looked at Wan Jinglei with a smile, and said, "You actually won!"

The truth in this is too mysterious, Wan Jinglei has just opened his mind, how can he understand the truth in this, he was thinking hard, and suddenly heard Xuankong say loudly: "The discussion between the little monk and the master of Wan Shi is over, and the donor can appear." As he spoke, he picked up the dragon stick and floated away, and he was a monk who had entered the realm.

"Uncle Cui, why are you here again!" Wan Jinglei found Cui Zhifeng, who was dressed in black, coming out of the woods, and said: "Why do you come to harm me every time I compete with others, Uncle Cui, I still have a lot of things to ask the master for!"

"This Wu doesn't have to lose compared to you. Cui Renfeng said solemnly: "The person who can find me, the martial arts are almost the same as mine, you don't need the Heavenly Demon to possess the body, how can you be his opponent, this monk is really powerful, Shaolin Temple is really the land of the hidden dragon and the Crouching Tiger!" Without waiting for Wan Thunder to ask, he continued: "Count you unlucky, this time there is another big incident, and it is a big matter that the criminal department can't solve, the general wants me to come to you, it's time to use your 'that thing'!"

"What!" Wan Jinglei was taken aback, and hurriedly asked: "Daddy didn't let me use that thing even when his life was in danger, what is the big deal now, and he wants to use my 'wordless juvenile order'!"

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