Songshan, one of the five mountains. Throughout the ages, there are many legends.

To this day, when it comes to Songshan, Shaolin must be said.

The world's martial arts are out of Shaolin.

This is a magical Buddhist holy place, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, highly revered.

At the foot of Shaomu Mountain, Zhang Yue mingled among the tourists, looking at the mountain with a smile.

Appearing here, Zhang Yue is not here for tourism, but for another purpose.

After a stroll, Zhang Yue soon came to the outside of the Shaolin Temple.

Today's Shaolin Temple has nothing to do with the ancient Buddhist temples that once lived in the mountains and did not ask about the world.

It has become a tourist attraction and receives thousands of visitors every day.

People come here to pray for blessings and incense, although there is a look, but whether it is a real Buddhist believer, or a play mentality, or even pray for wealth and promotion, no one can say.

And Shaolin Temple has formed an industry, and even listed it, and the wealth is amazing.

Of course, Zhang Yue came here not to see the Shaolin Temple as a tourist place, but to see the real Shaolin Temple.

Walking around casually, in a courtyard, Zhang Yue saw a middle-aged monk.

His eyes lit up, and Zhang Yue stepped forward and said, "Master." ”

The middle-aged monk had a good body and a simple face, and hurriedly smiled and said, "What's the matter with the donor?" ”

Zhang Yue said: "I want to meet Zen Master Delong, can the master ......?"

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged monk's face changed, interrupting Zhang Yue's words and said: "Donor, Zen Master Delong is a Buddhist monk, who participates in Zen and worships Buddha every day, does not ask about world affairs, and will not meet outsiders. ”

Say it, don't give Zhang Yue a chance to speak. Middle-aged people are suitable to leave in a hurry.

Zhang Yue was dumbfounded.

What is this state of? I'll just say that I can meet Zen Master Delong, don't take me there, it's okay to point me out, at least you can tell me how to meet me, right?

Speechless and half-loud. Zhang Yue shook his head and continued to look for the next monk.

I don't believe that all of them are like this.

But sometimes you can't believe in evil, and after half an hour, Zhang Yue stood outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall with a tangled face, and the whole person was not good.

I searched for five or six monks in a row. Each of them left in a hurry as soon as he opened his mouth to meet Zen Master Delong, as if he was afraid that he would continue to pester.

What's the matter, even if you don't let you see it, you don't have to treat it like a femme fatale, right?

Anyway, the Shaolin Temple is so big, don't you say, I can't find it myself, I can always find it if I look for it from place to place.

Zhang Yue lost his temper and was running around at the moment. The more tourists there are, the more he drills in.

As he walked, Zhang Yue came to a remote and quiet wood.

There were no other tourists in sight here, but Zhang Yue keenly noticed that there seemed to be a path in the woods.

His eyes lit up, and Zhang Yue strolled closer.

I had just stepped into the grove when suddenly a Buddha horn came.

"Amitabha, donor, travel is forbidden over there."

The voice is full of energy. Quite prestigious.

Zhang Yue paused, looked at the place where the voice came from, and found that there was a small gazebo not far away, under the gazebo. A middle-aged monk who was forty years old sat cross-legged, looking at him sharply.

Zhang Yue glanced at the monk a few times, smiled slightly, put his hands together and said, "Hello master, I don't know why travel is prohibited here?" ”

The monk asked a lot, and Zhang Yue also had a heart. For fear that if he said that he wanted to meet Zen Master Delong, he would be driven away by this monk.

The middle-aged monk said indifferently: "Prohibition is forbidden, where does it come from, where does the donor come from, go back there." ”

The corners of Zhang Yue's mouth raised, and he said indifferently: "Then I'm sorry, I gave money when I went up the mountain, and I also gave money to worship the Buddha, this deal is fair, since I was given money, why don't you let me go?" Isn't this a pitfall? ”

The middle-aged suitable frowned, and said in a deep voice: "The donor gives money, it is to play the Shaolin Palace, this back mountain is a Shaolin forbidden land, and the general brother is not allowed to step in, and I hope that the donor Haihan." ”

Zhang Yue was stunned, and then said: "Shaolin forbidden land? Could it be the Pavilion of the Scriptures? No, I went to the Zangjing Pavilion, and I went in, it's nothing, is this the inner courtyard of Shaolin? ”

The middle-aged monk was startled, suddenly got up, looked at Zhang Yue with sharp eyes, and shouted, "Who are you?" ”

Zhang Yue chuckled: "I said Shaolin Inner Courtyard, you are so surprised, so I have found the right place?" ”

The middle-aged monk didn't say a word, his figure swept out from under the pavilion, stepped with his legs, flew in the blink of an eye, stopped Zhang Yue, and then said: "The donor really has a purpose, but the little monk admonishes the donor, the inner courtyard of Shaolin is a forbidden place in my temple, and it is not allowed, and no one can trespass." ”

Zhang Yue said seriously: "I'm not breaking, I'm visiting." ”

The middle-aged monk said in a condensed voice: "It's not okay to visit. ”

Zhang Yue said: "It's not okay to break in, and it's not okay to visit, how can I get in?" ”

The middle-aged monk said: "If the donor wants to enter the inner courtyard, he needs to shave his home first, worship the Buddha, and then practice his muscles and bones for another five years before he can have the opportunity to enter the inner courtyard." ”

Zhang Yue was speechless: "Isn't this going to wait eight years?" Or eight years of suffering? I said, Master, I don't believe in this inner courtyard, except for you monks, no outsiders have ever entered it. ”

The middle-aged monk said: "There is no need to tell the donor. ”

Zhang Yue shook his head and said: "If you don't say it, you won't say it, but I have to go today, and the master will give in." ”

The middle-aged monk sighed: "Donor, what is the pain. ”

Zhang Yue smiled: "Maybe I'll go in." After speaking, Zhang Yue didn't talk nonsense, his footsteps moved, his body was like lightning, and he directly avoided the middle-aged monk and flew towards the woods.

The middle-aged monk was taken aback, and then his body instinctively moved, turned over and pounced, and reached out to grab Zhang Yue.

However, Zhang Yue's speed was faster than that of the middle-aged monk, so that the middle-aged monk was caught in vain, and watched Zhang Yue rush into the woods.

"Good body!"

The middle-aged monk was amazed, and then he roared angrily, and his figure suddenly divided again, rushed straight to the mountains and forests, kicked on a big tree, and rose into the air, like a harrier turning over, and caught up with Zhang Yue in a few breaths, and stopped it.

This time, without waiting for Zhang Yue, the middle-aged monk reached out again and grabbed Zhang Yue's shoulder.

Although Zhang Yue has not been martial for a long time, he has a deep understanding, facing this claw, his body is slightly on one side, so that the middle-aged monk's claw falls short again, and then he grabs the middle-aged monk's arm with his backhand, his body is bullied, and the other hand bends his elbow to the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk swallowed his stomach in a fit of anger, his legs stood and immediately pierced, and when Zhang Yue's elbow was hit, under his skin, the green tendons burst out, and his skin changed color, as if there was an invisible qi eruption, which shook his clothes and swelled up.

Bang!

Zhang Yue's elbow hit the ground, but the next moment Zhang Yue's complexion changed, and he was about to retreat, when the middle-aged monk clamped his hands and hugged Zhang Yue.

He clasped his hands behind his back, standing like a golden bell. No matter how Zhang Yue struggles, he can't break free.

After a moment, Zhang Yue stopped struggling and said with a dry smile: "The master is a good kung fu practitioner, his body is like steel, his breath is mixed, and he has been in fire for at least twenty years." ”

The middle-aged monk closed his lips tightly, ignored Zhang Yue, and just took a step and walked out of the woods.

Zhang Yue hurriedly said: "Master, I really have no malicious intentions, I came to the inner courtyard to visit Zen Master Delong." ”

The middle-aged monk paused, and then continued to walk out.

Zhang Yue was speechless: "I said why are you all like this, I visit Zen Master Delong, even if you don't let me see it, just give a reason, how to make it mysterious, is it interesting?" ”

The middle-aged monk continued to ignore it and continued to walk out.

Zhang Yue was anxious, glared and said: "Let me tell you, I am the new disciple of Zen Master Delong, and the law name is far away, according to the seniority, you must call me uncle." ”

At this time, the middle-aged monk was not calm, and his eyes widened and exclaimed: "You said your name is Xingyuan? ”

With this opening, the middle-aged monk's color changed.

When you practice one breath, your qi will also disperse.

Zhang Yue seized the opportunity, shook his arms, and the middle-aged monk's hand spread out, and then Zhang Yue got out and retreated four or five meters away.

This monk's horizontal practice is superb, and being caught is like being trapped in a fine iron cage, dangerous.

The middle-aged monk glared at Zhang Yue with an embarrassed expression.

Zhang Yue said angrily: "I didn't lie to you, I was favored by Zen Master Delong in Taipei and accepted me as an apprentice, but I am not a real monk, just an outer disciple, this is in Buddhism, called a layman, right." ”

The middle-aged monk was shocked: "Are you serious?" ”

Zhang Yue said: "It's really not true, you won't know it when you see Zen Master Delong." ”

The middle-aged monk was silent.

Zhang Yue said: "I said, can you not ink?" Master Delong is not a rich man, and I am not pretending to be an illegitimate child, so why am I so worried? ”

The middle-aged monk nodded and said: "Recently, Shaolin Temple has encountered some trouble, and Zen Master Delong is also involved in it, we have to guard against it, but I see that what you said is not false, I will take you in, but you can't talk nonsense." ”

Zhang Yue smiled: "This is no problem, don't worry, I'm really not fake." ”

"Follow me." The middle-aged monk turned around and left.

Zhang Yue shook his head helplessly.

But he was also a little curious.

Shaolin Temple in trouble? What kind of trouble could make this monk so cautious?

As soon as he walked forward, he turned seven times and eight times, and after a few minutes, Zhang Yue's eyes were cheerful, and he saw a temple that did not occupy a very large area and looked quite ordinary.

This temple is built in the mountains and forests, covered by trees, there is no decoration on the surface, it is more ordinary than ordinary temples, so that Zhang Yue is very much, this is the inner courtyard of Shaolin? It's a little shabby.

Just as he got closer, Zhang Yue suddenly heard a neat cheer.

Looking at the sound, Zhang Yue's eyes lit up.

In a small forest, there is a group of monks performing martial arts, standing in a square, with the same movements, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

However, Zhang Yue has seen it in the movie, several monks practice martial arts together, neatly and uniformly, and the cheers are shocking, and the scene is spectacular.

In front of him, there are only more than a dozen monks, and they look a little petty.

Of course, Zhang Yue is now considered to be a rough martial artist, and after only a few glances, he judged that these monks practiced real kung fu, and that punch and kick were extraordinary.

"Don't mess around." A scolding came, Zhang Yue came back to his senses, and then looked at the middle-aged monk who was glaring at him embarrassedly and said, "That, I didn't mean it." (To be continued.) )