As soon as Qing Qian hit the Qiankun Great Shifting Air Cover, he already knew that the person in front of him was His Royal Highness King Kang.

In an instant, thoughts raced. Although he is now under the command of King Kang, he is still a Shaolin disciple in essence.

Seeing King Kang wearing a mask, he knew that he must have an ulterior secret. This matter cannot be decided by himself, and it is up to the abbot to decide.

Then he took a few steps back, gave a Buddha salute to Zhao Mao, and lifted Zhiwen and jumped out of the courtyard wall on the side.

Zhao Mao's heart was extremely heavy, and he was single-handedly snatched away from the gang, which was not a big blow to morale.

And Shaolin is known as the No. 1 faction in the Central Plains, and he is helpless to do anything about it now.

said to Nan Yuanfeng, who had just gotten up: "Comfort the gang well, treat the injuries if you have injuries, and don't worry about the cost."

You have already learned the Iron Cloth Shirt Exercises, and you can practice them as you used to. ”

Nan Yuanfeng nodded and sighed dejectedly.

Zhao Mao did not hesitate, turned around and left, and said in his heart: Strength, or strength is not enough.

On the second day, Hua Kui, who went to Shaolin to steal the scriptures, returned to the palace and hurriedly found Zhao Mao, who was practicing in retreat.

"How, this trip went well, but I got the Shaolin stunt. Zhao Mao, who was out of the customs, asked Hua Kui.

Hua Kui said with a guilty face: "Hua Kui has high hopes for His Highness.

There was a peerless master in the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion, just by looking at each other, Hua Kui's whole body was weak, as if his skills had been lost, and he had no power to fight back in front of him.

Thanks to the master's mercy and generosity, he did not hurt Hua Kui in the end, and gave Hua Kui a flower finger.

Your Highness, please take a look. ”

After that, he took out the flower finger scripture from his arms and handed it to Zhao Mao.

Zhao Mao took the scriptures and read them carefully: "After all, Shaolin is the largest faction in the Central Plains, and it is indeed the king who did not think about it and put Hua Kui in danger. ”

Hua Kui pursed her lips and said softly, "Your Highness Xie cares." ”

I saw Zhao Mao frowning, and handed the flower finger back to Hua Kui and said: "This flower finger is not compatible with the king's heart, or Hua Kui, you can practice."

Don't blame yourself, even if there are no other exercises, as long as there is enough time, this king will definitely be able to win the world. ”

Hua Kui felt that she had disappointed His Highness's high hopes, and said in frustration: "Yes, Your Highness." ”

Zhao Mao smiled and nodded, and returned to the room to continue the retreat.

The cold wind flew like a sharp sword in the night sky, blowing the leaves and making a shrill cry.

The courtyard is full of withered yellow fallen leaves, stacked layer by layer.

Hua Kui sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, savoring the flower fingers.

In the courtyard, a scrawny old man was wearing a navy blue cotton coat distributed by the palace, and was sweeping the dead leaves on the ground.

Hua Sunflower's talent is not very good, if it weren't for the incomplete speed meridian diagram that just fits his body, he wouldn't have the strength he has now.

Practicing this finger requires a deep foundation in Buddhism, and if you want to practice strongly, you need extraordinary talent, and there will be endless troubles in the future.

The cold wind blew a green silk, and the sunflower lifted it away, and the whole person was stunned for a moment.

The palms of the hands are spread out, slightly oily.

I was in a hurry these days and forgot to freshen up.

With a scream, he hurried back to the room, but he didn't even care about the scriptures.

The old man sweeping the floor next to him dragged a broom, slowly came to the stone table, looked at the scriptures with cloudy eyes, and then looked back at Hua Sun's room.

I saw that the scriptures turned over without wind, and the paper inside seemed to have been cut by a knife, and every word was broken into a small piece.

Countless pieces of paper rotated around the old man several times, and the spiritual power linked the molecules in the pieces of paper, making them combine and combine them into a piece of paper in order.

The speed of rotation slowed down, and one by one the pages fell back into the scriptures with the cover of the fingers, and the pages took root.

The old man nodded lightly and continued to sweep the dead leaves on the ground.

The extra pieces of paper in the air scattered into molecules and disappeared at the moment of his nodding.

The old man is Zhou Fan, after all, he is old, and staying in the room all day is not good for his health, so he needs to move more.

took advantage of the palace to recruit people, and used some small means to apply for the position of sweeping servant, which can be regarded as doing his old job.

After finishing the freshening flowers, she returned to the courtyard, and carefully flipped through the flower fingers, only to feel suddenly enlightened, as if this skill was tailor-made for herself.

But this content seems to be a little different from what I just watched, maybe I remembered it wrong.

In the precept hall of Shaolin Temple, Zhiwen knelt in the hall, and the old abbot sat in the first place, surrounded by many senior monks.

It is said that Zhiwen is not included in the civil and military monks, and if he violates the precepts, he does not need so many eminent monks to witness.

It's just that Qing Qian asked to see the abbot and told him that this matter was related to King Kang of the current dynasty, and Xuan Lin would let many Huizi monks discuss it together.

Xuan Lin was the first to speak: "Zhiwen, in addition to leaking Shaolin martial arts in this trip, you have also committed other precepts, such as killing and fornication. ”

Zhiwen fell to the ground and said in a low voice: "The disciple has not violated the rules, and the leakage of the exercises is really ordered by King Kang, and he has no choice but to do so." ”

When Xuan Lin heard this, he said to Hui Rong, the first seat of the current precept hall: "Master and nephew think how to punish Zhiwen. ”

Huirong thought for a while, and said to Xuan Lonely: "Abbot, Zhiwen leaked his martial arts, and he should find his successor and abolish his martial arts so as not to spread the martial arts, but King Kang is a high and powerful person after all, and Shaolin should not be too much, so as not to attract his resentment."

But after all, Zhiwen is my Shaolin disciple, and he should protect his own inheritance, and now he is spreading the exercises, according to the precepts, he should abolish the martial arts first, and then punish a hundred rods. ”

Everyone was slightly shocked in their hearts, this punishment is not heavy, even if it is punished with a cane first, and then abolished martial arts, Zhiwen can still save his life.

After abolishing martial arts, the text of the chronicle will be greatly damaged, and another hundred rods will be punished, and it is estimated that it will take half a life.

Just because Zhiwen is a hard-working monk and has a low status, Huirong can't help but have the intention of killing chickens and setting an example for monkeys.

When Qing Qian heard this, he couldn't bear it in his heart, and pleaded: "Uncle Huirong, please open the net, just abolish martial arts, can you be exempted from the cane." ”

Zhiwen's face turned pale, gritted his teeth and said: "I don't need you to pretend, I don't blame anyone for today's events, I only complain about being born in Shaolin." ”

Hui Rong roared angrily: "Evil obstacles, you still die without repentance. ”

In a fit of anger, he came to Zhiwen's body, kicked him over, and pressed his palm from top to bottom on his dantian, and induced vomiting with internal force.

Zhiwen only felt that the little internal force in the dantian was as if it was being driven away, and it was radiated from the pores along the meridians.

After more than ten years of diligent practice of martial arts day and night, it has only been a sense of qi from the outside to the inside in recent years, and now it is all lost. The whole person was instantly like ashes, and he was lifeless.

was already seriously injured, and after the exercise, his vitality was greatly injured, his head tilted, and the whole person fainted for a short time.

Hui Rong snorted coldly, shook off the monk's robe, and instructed the disciples of the Discipline Hall: "Drag it down, and the rod will be punished." ”

Everyone couldn't bear it in their hearts, but the precepts could not be changed lightly, so they had to put their hands together and chant the Buddha's name silently.

"Let me in, I'm Master Zhiwen. ”

I saw a middle-aged monk in his forties rushing into the precept hall with an eager face. His name is Taosheng, and he is a hard-working monk in Shaolin Temple who is responsible for carrying firewood and dung.

I saw that as soon as the monk Taosheng came in, he knelt on the ground on his knees, and said with tears in his eyes: "The abbot is merciful, Zhiwennai's disciple has been raised from the front of the mountain gate, and he has been raised for more than ten years, and his disciple is like a father and son.

The son is not the fault of the godfather, and the disciple is willing to be punished for Zhiwen and asks the abbot for permission.

The disciple kowtowed to the abbot. ”

After speaking, "bang bang bang" kept kowtowing, blood oozing from his forehead, and it still didn't stop.

The monks were slightly moved.

At this time, Zhiwen had already woken up, and saw that his master was kowtowing for himself, so he crawled over little by little, and put his palm on the position of the master's kowtow.

With tears in his eyes, he said: "Master, Zhiwen is sorry for you, if Zhiwen can survive this catastrophe, he must be filial to his master, so that you will no longer live a hard life." ”

He immediately looked up at the high Xuan Lin and said, "Abbot, one person does things and one person is responsible for it, let's execute it quickly." ”

Xuan Lin was hesitating in his heart.

Monk Taosheng pressed Zhiwen's head to the ground so that he could not speak.

He said with a loving face: "Silly boy, how can you bear a hundred rods now, don't you want the master to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person."

At the beginning, the master named you Zhiwen, so that you could read the scriptures and become a great monk, so that you don't have to suffer with the master.

But you are obsessed with martial arts, and the master is incompetent, so he can only teach you a little rough Luohan boxing and iron cloth shirt.

You have abolished martial arts, and after leaving Shaolin, go and do what you want. ”

As he spoke, his expression slowly firmed, and he raised his head and said, "Abbot, the rod is exempt, and the disciple is willing to pay for the punishment with his life." ”

With that, he slammed into the pillar next to him.

"Bang"

"Master......" Zhiwen was stunned for a moment, crawled numbly to the body of Monk Taosheng, held it in his arms with trembling hands, and gently placed his head next to Monk Taosheng's head, his lips trembling.

All the monks joined together and said the Buddha's name, and Xuan Lin sighed and said: "Master Huirong, nephew, arrange for Taosheng's body to be buried properly, and as for Zhiwen's staff, it will be exempted." ”

Huirong nodded, and after giving some orders, all the monks left one after another.

After several warrior monks pulled Zhiwen apart, they carried away the body of Monk Taosheng.

After Zhiwen struggled several times, he lay on the ground weakly.

Qingqian lowered his head, sighed, lifted him up, carried it on his back, and took it to the bed in the monk's house to recuperate.

The entire eastern sky was burned by the rising sun into a fiery red that made people tremble and cry. The northwest wind was blowing, as if someone was crying sadly.

Zhiwen regained a little strength in the middle of the night, and then staggered to the grave of the Taosheng monk and knelt.

A small inconspicuous earthen bag with a wooden sign with four simple words written on it: Taosheng's Tomb.

"Master, I'm leaving, perhaps, this is fate. There was no glimmer of hope in Zhiwen's eyes.

The martial arts were abolished, the master committed suicide, and he seemed to have nothing left.

After that, he kowtowed a few heads, took difficult steps, and limped away from Shaolin.

Looking at Zhiwen's back from a distance, his expression was complicated, and he didn't know whether what he was doing was right or wrong.

After thinking about it, he quietly followed behind Zhiwen and escorted him for a period of time, as a final farewell.

This time the incident happened suddenly, Zhiwen did not carry silver taels on his body at all, so he had to beg all the way forward.

Thanks to Qingqian's help in secret, otherwise his martial arts would be lost, and the weakened Zhiwen would most likely die on the way.