"What!" Jiang Yun didn't hear too clearly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The info funeral man no longer paid attention to Jiang Yun, turned over and continued to pretend to sleep.

Jiang Yun was an idle master, and after cleaning up for a while, he saw that the funeral scripture man never spoke, so he asked while tidying up: "Senior, how long do you want to keep me?" I have important things to do, I came here today just to see the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion, where did I expect to meet you." You can't keep me for ten days and a half!"

"Don't say ten days and a half months, as long as I don't want to let you go, you have to stay for ten or eight years. The funeral man said coldly.

"Ten or eight years is not good, and besides, I am here alone for so long, you are annoyed to look at me. Otherwise, you let me out first, I'll go outside to find a few peerless beauties, change one a day, and make sure you don't get tired of watching it!" Jiang Yun talked eloquently, anyway, as long as you let yourself go out, how could you come back, this is a place, and I want a bunch of books, but I don't know where to get the martial arts cheats. If you see it, you don't want to come. However, if you really find the martial arts cheats, it will be a big deal.

The funeral scripture didn't pay attention to Jiang Yun at all, "I don't know who wants to keep me," Jiang Yun complained. Finally all the books were packed, and there was a slight snoring overhead.

"Asleep, good chance!" Jiang Yun crept to the window, "I won't accompany you here for ten or eight years." Flashed first. ”

"Bang!" The three-leaf dart swept over Jiang Yun's head and nailed it in front of Jiang Yun's eyes, only to see that the dart was completely sunk into the wooden window, still spinning, and a deep groove was drawn on the wooden window.

"Others can't stay in this Scripture Pavilion for a second longer, but now you want to stay in the Scripture Pavilion for a few more days, but you still don't want to? The funeral man said coldly.

Jiang Yun was suddenly stunned when he heard the funeral man say this. That's right, "Did the seniors have good intentions to keep me?" There must be something good in this scripture pavilion, otherwise how could it be coveted by the world.

The funeral man remained motionless again, and the sound of snoring began again. Jiang Yun shook his head helplessly, maybe this person was really kind enough to keep himself. But why did he help me? Then why did he lie to me? Jiang Yun thought about it, and he stopped thinking about how to get out. As he spoke, he began to flip through the various bookshelves. The funeral scripture did not stop Jiang Yun from reading it at will, and the funeral scripture remained motionless on the top beam as if he had not seen it.

Jiang Yun flipped through several bookshelves in a row, but he didn't see any cheats, and he made himself disgraced. Looking at the entire scripture pavilion at least hundreds of bookshelves, if you want to read them all, I am afraid that I will miss the good show in three days. Patting the dust on his body, Jiang Yun sighed softly. At this time, there was an idea, since it was a martial arts secret book, it would definitely be read by the monks frequently, so it would be good to just go find those bookshelves with less dust! Secretly sighing that he was extremely smart, Jiang Yun began to look for the bookshelves without dust. In a corner, I saw a copy of "Shaolin Fuhu Fist!", although this book has been read too much, but the paper is not very old, it should be a parenthesthesis. Turning the first page, I saw a picture of a monk and a tiger facing each other. It was written next to it: "Fu Tiger Fist, punch as fierce as a tiger, and close snobbery." As fast as a tiger, standing like a tiger. Offensive and defensive. There are a total of 57 styles of this fist, and only 32 styles are left due to the loss of the fire incident in ......the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!

"I will have to fight this broken fist for three years, don't read it!" Jiang Yun closed the book and put it back in its place. "It's best to come to the palm method, I have a good foundation to practice!" said Jiang Yun and began to read again.

"Shaolin Arhat boxing, this boxing is taken from the eighteen Arhats into a boxing method, with the ......" Jiang Yunguang was dazzled when he saw the introduction, "It takes three years of repeated tempering to understand the Arhat intention and shape the Arhat ......" Jiang Yun closed the book directly. "Can you have a quick martial arts? I don't want to stay in this broken attic for three years. ”

"Speaking of which, I haven't learned Master's Ling Feng Sweeping Leaf Palm Three Styles and Eight Steps of Ecstasy Trace yet, so I'll find a good opportunity to practice when I go out. Now first scrape him Shaolin Temple first, after all, there are many skills and not to press the body..."Jiang Yuntian shamelessly continued to flip through the bookshelf, "I have only learned Master's palm technique for three months, but this one has to be learned for three years, and I see that those big monks are not very good except for bullying more and less, I think Master is more intelligent." "Where did Jiang Yun know, if it weren't for Zhuo Lingyun's guidance on the side, coupled with the coincidence, I was afraid that he might not be able to learn it in three more months.

"King Kong Fist..."Jiang Yun shook his head and put it back without turning it over.

"Rulai Divine Palm?!" Jiang Yun thought of the Yankong Little Monk's sharp palm technique and couldn't help but hurriedly open it, only to see that it read: "There are ten types of Rulai Divine Palm, this palm must cooperate with the majestic internal force to release his maximum power, and the power of each style increases, if you can cultivate to the tenth form, you will have the ability to move mountains and seas." Jiang Yun couldn't help but speak, as if he was very powerful, "To practice this palm, you must first practice Fuhu Boxing, wait for three years of Fuhu Boxing Dacheng and then practice Luohan Boxing, and only after Luohan Boxing Dacheng has a stable foundation can you practice this palm technique." Don't rush for quick success, so as not to go mad!" Suddenly, a large basin of cold water was splashed, and Jiang Yun directly greeted all the monks and relatives of Shaolin Temple in his heart. "I don't believe that little monk practiced for three years at such a young age, and Fuhu practiced Arhat for three years. As he spoke, he turned to the next page. I saw a line of small print on the top of this page: "There are only the first three styles in this book, and the subsequent moves are all passed down from generation to generation by the master of the Prajna Hall." ”

Jiang Yun closed the book fiercely. "Shaolin Temple is really hateful! The little monk is the apprentice of the abbot, no wonder he can learn the Divine Palm!" Jiang Yun had to continue to look for martial arts secrets.

"Great Compassion Thousand Leaves Palm" Jiang Yun couldn't help but open it again, "To learn this palm, you must first master the first three forms of the Divine Palm......

"If you are in the palm of the Buddha, you must first learn the palm of the Buddha......"

"If you hold your fingers, you must first learn the Fuhu Arhat Boxing......"

"Mighty Adamantium. It is exactly the trick used by the abbot, "You must first learn to ...... the flower finger"

"Since martial arts can't work, let's learn the mental method. At that time, the master gave me seemed to be Wudang's mind method, although it was very troublesome, but it was indeed very powerful, but I don't know why the master didn't let me practice later. Jiang Yun was puzzled, Shaolin Wudang is an authentic martial arts sect in the world, and he thinks it will be more powerful. After a while, I found a book of mental methods: "Fu Hu Gong, this exercise uses the tiger lying pranayama style to regulate internal strength, you need to cooperate with Fu Hu Fist, exhale with fist, raise fist with qi, and when the fist is completed, this skill is completed." Jiang Yun was stunned for a moment, "With Fuhu Fist, wouldn't it take three years?" Jiang Yun couldn't help but be disappointed.

"Prajna Sutra, you must first practice the Tiger Fu Gong ......"

"Diamond Sutra, Dacheng can get King Kong is not bad, you must first practice Fuhu Gong to lay a foundation......"

"Is Shaolin martial arts so troublesome?" Jiang Yun looked irritable, how did he know that authentic martial arts pay attention to gradual progress, if you can reach the sky in one step, most of them are the exercises of the demon sect that harm others and yourself.

Gradually, it was almost dawn, and Jiang Yun sat helplessly on the ground. I flipped through it for most of the day and found nothing. If you want to open a martial arts hall by yourself, you can use it, although the Shaolin monks don't allow it, but now it doesn't work at all to practice by yourself. What's more, for Jiang Yun, a person who is not very patient, there are also body martial arts passed down from the master, how can he have time to specialize in others.

At this time, there was a puffing sound of sweeping the floor at the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and it was almost dawn, and the sweeping monk also got up early to clean up the leaves blown off by the cold wind all night.

Jiang Yun hadn't slept all night, and he had been tossed for so long, and he was already exhausted at this time. At this time, the funeral scripture suddenly appeared behind him. Jiang Yun was terrified, "Senior!"

The funeral scripture waved his hand to signal Jiang Yun to come over, and as he spoke, he turned his head and walked in front of himself. Although Jiang Yun didn't know what he meant, he wanted to use the martial arts of the funeral scripture to blatantly attack him, so he quickly followed. The funeral scripture walked to a bookshelf, pointed to it, and said, "Come here." Jiang Yun said in his heart: "This is the secret book martial arts of Shaolin?" Without thinking too much, he stepped forward to see what kind of treasure was in front of him, and was about to pick up a book in his hand, when he suddenly snorted coldly on the side. Jiang Yunzheng was surprised that his feet suddenly lost weightlessness, and the originally solid floor disappeared, revealing a dark hole in the ground. Jiang Yun didn't react at all and fell down.

"Oops!" Jiang Yun couldn't help but cry out in pain when he fell to the ground, fortunately it wasn't high, but he also fell into a gray face. "Whew" A gust of wind came, and the funeral scripture also jumped down and said coldly: "I really don't know how your master taught you?"

Jiang Yun was silent, patted his body and got up, feeling aggrieved in his heart: "It's obvious that you cheated me, but you still came to mock me." ”

The funeral scripture said: "It's dawn, and it's not my business to keep the pavilion." The Scripture Pavilion is wide open, and I don't want to see those stinky monks. ”

"Aren't you also a stinky monk?" Jiang Yun said in his heart, but looking at his stubble face and unkempt hair, he really didn't look like a monk, and said, "I didn't think there was such a hole in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion?"

"This was built in case the Pavilion caught fire. As he spoke, he went to the corner and lay down, as if there was nothing else in the world but sleeping.

Jiang Yun didn't bother with the funeral scriptures, he looked around, although it was a hole in the ground, there was no sense of dampness, even if it was a little dark, he could see the surroundings as his eyes adapted to the darkness for a long time.

There were smooth walls all around, and Jiang Yun rested lightly against the wall. I don't know how long it took, a bright light shone on Jiang Yun's face, Jiang Yun opened his eyes, and found that the floor above his head was secretly revealing a gap, and the light passed through the crack.

"It's already dawn?" Jiang Yun glanced at the burial scripture lying on the side. "I don't know how long I slept!" he said, leaning against the wall behind him, trying to get up.

"What is it?" Jiang Yun looked back at the wall, only to see that there were dense words on it, if he hadn't accidentally touched it just now, he was afraid that he wouldn't have found it in this dark hole in the ground. With the light coming from his head, Jiang Yun could barely see it clearly.

"Cultivating Buddha for 50 years, Wu has reached the peak, but the law has no fate, the red dust of life and death is empty, but if the heart is empty and not empty, then he stayed in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, with the scriptures as friends, with the Buddha as a companion, fortunately the Buddha pointed out, and finally entered the law. Leave my Buddha meditation mantra, and hope that the future ones will have no confusion and no confusion. The foolish monk Xuan Jingjun. ”

"Xuan Jing. "Shaolin Temple has inherited so many monks for thousands of years, where can you tell the difference, Jiang Yun didn't think much about it, continued to read, and saw that the Shaolin meditation mantra was engraved on the back.