As mentioned last time, Liang Wenzhen, Niu Ren, Xu Fan, and Zhao Min went to Shaolin Temple, and Niu Ren saw the master and the monk. learned that Zimang, the first seat of Dharma Hall, had raised donations from Liang Wenzhen and got 10,000 taels of silver tickets, and Zijian reported to Abbot Zhiji. The abbot gathered the monks and went to the compound of the precept hall to interrogate and confront them. The disciples of Zen Master Zimang brought the master to him, and when he was questioned by the abbot, Zimang quibbled and lied that the silver ticket was lost. There are disciples in Shaolin Temple who testify that Zimang is fooling around with Widow Yang under the mountain, Widow Yang has recently had a huge wealth from unknown sources, and she has built a manor with money, and it is rumored that Widow Yang is pregnant. Zimang no longer dared to deny it. The Discipline Hall punished him for abolishing his martial arts and expelling him from Shaolin, Zimang's plea was invalid, and in a fit of rage, he suddenly attacked Niu Ren Liang Wenzhen. As one of the eight masters of Dharma Hall, Zimang has a stunt, dragon claw hand, and vigorously King Kong refers to the dragon and the elephant Gong Hua refers to the thousands of techniques of King Kong Bo Ruozhang in turn, and the three masters are defeated. Zi Mang shouted that he wanted to fight Shaolin, ridiculed Liang Wenzhen's Wing Chun, and claimed to cripple him. Liang Wenzhen had to respond to the battle, and once again used Wing Chun's strength to force the opponent's internal force to counterattack and defeat Zimang.

Seeing Zi Mang fall to the ground, Zi Zhen, the first seat of the precept hall, stepped forward and slapped two palms, and Zi Mang's eight veins of the strange meridian were broken, becoming a wasted person. "Abbot, the punishment of the Discipline Hall is complete!" Zizhen turned around and said. "Okay, Zi Mang did not abide by the temple rules, his sin is unforgivable, he was expelled from Shaolin, and his disciples were turned into Zi Jian's disciples!" Abbot Road. Zimang's eldest disciple Jueman, beckoned the other two junior disciples, and set Zimang out of the precept hall. "Mr. Leung, your Wing Chun is amazing!" Niu Ren, supported by Xu Fan and Zhao Min, cheered loudly.

"Master, our Wing Chun sect is mighty!" Zhao Min's face was full of smiles, as bright as a flower. "Shaolin stunts can't compete with Brother Liang, hmph, now I know how powerful Wing Chun is!" Xu Fan looked forward to his own self-righteousness. "Mrs. Liang, the old man wants to ask you, who taught you your Phaseless Robbery Finger? Although you cover it up with clumsy boxing skills, the hidden kung fu is one of the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin Temple. Abbot Zhiji asked. Dare to steal Shaolin stunts, it is really a thatched house to light up - looking for death (). "Hmph, Banmen get an axe!" "The forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds!" The monks cursed.

"Back to the abbot, Leung's kung fu is called Wing Chun, and he has no other kung fu, and no one has ever taught me anything about indiscriminateness." Liang Wen really responded. When the monks heard this, they refused to believe it, their eyes were on fire, and they looked at Liang Wenzhen angrily. "Then may I ask who passed on your boxing technique?" The first seat of the Luohan Hall asked. "Returning to all the monks, Wing Chun was created by an anonymous person, but this unknown master is a Shaolin monk, and the master who taught me the basic essentials is a little-known boxer in the gym. That's all I know, mostly self-taught. "Liang Wenzhen said." The old Zen master arrived. "The monk Zhimo of the Dharma Hall has arrived.

Liang Wenzhen turned his head to look, but saw a thin monk in a green robe coming later, followed by two monks, both of whom were generally tall. One of them had a full beard, and the other had a long face and a gray beard, and they were all over sixty years old. "Amitabha!" The thin monk stood still, put his palms together, and called the Buddha's name.

"Uncle Shi, the rebel disciple in the temple was greedy for ink and donated silver, fooled around with the woman, and was expelled from Shaolin. This Mrs. Liang from Tokyo is a kung fu who has no rivalry, but he can't tell the origin of his teacher. "Abbot Zhiji said." This uncle ancestor has the highest rank in the temple, and rarely appears on the rivers and lakes. Monk Zijian introduced Liang Wenzhen. He said that Wing Chun originated from Shaolin and was created by an anonymous person on the basis of Shaolin stunts. If you want to know if it is a matchless robbery, Uncle Shi's cultivation is profound, and you will know it by trying. Elder Zhixuan said.

"Mrs. Liang looked down on my Shaolin stunt in his tone, and asked his disciples to try him. Mrs. Liang, take it! "The first seat of the Luohan Hall stepped forward, and the salute was finished, and he attacked Liang Wenzhen." I don't look down on Shaolin stunts, you said it! Liang Wenzhen said as he raised his hand. The two of you come and go, their bodies are fluttering, and they have been fighting for more than ten rounds in an instant. "Attack with Vajra Wave Palm." The first seat of the precept hall really shouted. When he landed, Ziyao changed his fist path, his palms were swift and incoherent, his internal force was strong, and he was strong and heavy.

His heart turned at will, and Liang Wenzhen's fists and feet immediately accelerated, but in an instant, he suddenly felt struggling. Shaolin master both inside and outside, the internal force is unfathomable, if it weren't for Liang Wenzhen, who has been practicing for a long time and has good resistance, he would have been slapped to the ground with a palm. In desperation, Liang Wenzhen secretly carried an inch, turned his fist into a palm, and fought hard.

"If my Feng'er is still alive and uses the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, this Mrs. Liang will inevitably be unavoidable." The bearded monk whispered. "According to what the apprentice has seen, this person's kung fu is not incomprehensible." The long-faced monk is humane. The old and thin monk on the side bowed his head slightly when he heard the words of the two. "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending?!" These five words vaguely entered Liang Wenzhen's ears, and Liang Wenzhen was secretly taken aback, but unfortunately he had no time to take care of him, so he could only concentrate and resolve Ziyao's palm.

Seeing Liang Wenzhen's left and right, Zi Yao was about to perform in one fell swoop, but his palm was poked by Liang Wenzhen's vertical palm, and he was shocked when he remembered that Zi Mang was also knocked down like this. Before the other palm was slapped, he already felt that the palm was paralyzed, so Ziyao hurriedly got out of the circle and jumped out of the circle. "Master, your hand hurts?" Zi Yao's apprentice saw his right hand drooping and stepped forward to help him. "His kung fu is strange, the master has already lost." Zi Yao Dao. "Take!" Liang Wenzhen saw that Ziyao had signaled to admit defeat and hugged his fists.

"What kind of wild way kung fu, dare to go to Shaolin Temple to spread wild?! Look at me! Zi Chefei stepped forward, used his Shaolin long fist, opened and closed, and attacked Liang Wenzhen. Liang Wenzhen retreated again and again, unloaded the opponent's onslaught, moved and jumped, and circled with Zi Che. Wing Chun wins with low effort, and Zi Che has deep internal strength, and he can't take advantage of it. After thirty or forty rounds, Zi Che gradually lost the wind. Seeing this, Zi also joined the battle formation, two against one. "To bully more and to be shameless." Xu Fan and Zhao Min were not angry, and rushed forward to intercept Zifan, a disciple of Luohan Hall, seeing that Liang Wenzhen had many people, he stepped forward to attack Zhao Min. The six of them were in a group, and Liang Wenzhen was worried that Xu Fan and Zhao Min's skills were not deep and that he would suffer a big loss from Shaolin Temple, so he approached the two of them, waiting for an opportunity to protect, and did not dare to attack with all his strength.

"Stand down! You are no match for Mrs. Leung. The abbot said in a loud voice. Zifan Ziche and the disciples of Luohan Hall listened to the order and jumped out of the circle to fight. "This person despises our Shaolin, and today he has to take advantage of it, how will Shaolin gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes in the future?" Zi Che was not angry. "He secretly learned from our Shaolin mastery, don't let him go." A man from the Dharma Hall shouted. "Fight to the death with him today and defend my Shaolin prestige!" Another monk. Many monks were gearing up, and they were passionate, wanting to have a big fight with Liang Wenzhen and a few others. "Amitabha, how can a monk be competitive, there are many heroes in the world, how many can you fight?! Liang Shizhu's kung fu is not completely from Shaolin, this is certain. "The wizened monk is humane.

"Uncle Shizu, just listen to what Zen Master Zhibo said, his kung fu is not incomprehensible?" The abbot asked, turning his head. "Exactly, this Liang Shi Master makes good use of internal force, which is similar to the One Yang Finger of the One Light Master, and concentrates the strength of the whole body a little, and it is instantly issued within a few moments. It is like a steel needle, piercing through the cloth, containing the truth of the world, which is an extremely superior kung fu, better than a yang finger. It's rare, it's rare, and it's the first time I've seen it. The thin monk praised again and again.

"I see. Mrs. Liang, a lot of offense. "Abbot said." I kindly came to Shaolin Temple to donate a sum of silver, but I was unreasonably suspected, you regard the so-called seventy-two stunts as treasures, rest on your laurels, and refuse to let outsiders learn them. Recruiting lay disciples, only teaching some ordinary fist and foot kung fu, is not very kind. It is important to know that the world's scientific and technological progress will predominate in the future, and no stunts will be useful. This is a 100,000 taels of silver ticket, donated to your temple, and we will leave. Liang Wen was really angry, his mouth was like a river, he ridiculed, and then took out the silver ticket from his arms and handed it to the monk Zijian. Zi saw that the monk took the silver ticket, but looked at the abbot, not sure whether he really wanted to accept it.

"Liang Taifu's silver taels, the temple accepted it, and the old Buddha thanked him a lot. As for my Shaolin 72 stunts, they have always been kept secret, but they are ancestral training, and it is not the turn of outsiders to make irresponsible remarks. All the Shaolin disciples, three days later, several major sects will go to Songshan to compete in kung fu and elect the leader of the martial arts alliance. "Abbot Zhiji heard Liang Wenzhen's accusation, and when he saw a young boy, he dared to speak out in Shaolin Temple, and he was very displeased, and said coldly." We will not disappoint the abbot! "Regain the position of the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance!" Shaolin will win! The monks shouted.

"Master Liang, please stay." The thin monk stopped Liang Wenzhen, Niu Ren and the other four who were about to leave. "What advice does the old Zen master have?" Liang Wenzhen asked in surprise. "Liang Shizhu's boxing method is simple and clear, but it is very practical, especially the use of strength, which is even more exquisite. Living to learn all the time, Lao Qu wanted to ask Lord Liang to spend a few days in the temple and ask for some martial arts. The thin monk clasped his palms together, his expression was serene, but he said very earnestly. Oh, you want to learn my kung fu, this is easy to say, I am different from your Shaolin Temple, I will never be afraid of people to learn it, and I will not pass it on. But I've been out for a long time, and I want to go back to Tokyo as soon as possible, and I have a lot of chores to do. Liang Wenzhen said with a look of embarrassment.

"Mrs. Liang, when you come to Shaolin, why rush to leave, the poor monk and apprentice Ah Niu still have a lot to say. Stay, the poor monk, this uncle, has a lot of unlearned, I can't teach you some. "Zijian monk said." Yes, Mr. Liang, stay a few more days. In the past, I learned boxing in Shaolin, and there were many places in the temple, and I wanted to take a walk again. Niu Ren also said. Okay, if you come, you will be safe, Shaolin Temple is so famous, it doesn't hurt to stay for a few more days. Liang Wenzhen changed his mind and said.

"Everyone, come here, go and sit in the Scripture Pavilion." The wizened monk is humane. Liang Wenzhen and his son saw the monks, followed the three monks, went up a few ramps, turned around, and went to a spacious meditation room under the attic of the Tibetan scriptures. The furnishings of the meditation room are simple, around a coffee table, a few small stools are placed, the doors and windows on all sides are wide open, very ventilated, and because of the coolness in the mountains, it is also very comfortable in this hot summer.

When a monk saw a guest arrive, he hurriedly boiled water to make tea. "There are endless talented people in the world, and if you can deduce changes from Shaolin Kung Fu and create the Wing Chun method, you must have great wisdom and be amazing." The wizened monk is humane. "What the old Zen master has seen is that this anonymous predecessor is a master of the world." Liang Wen really responded. Yim Wing Chun is a woman, and it is amazing to create this boxing technique. Liang Wenzhen thought to himself. The two elder disciples of the thin monk sat on either side and listened to the master. Zijian monk sat on one side, Liang Wenzhen sat opposite, and Xu Fan and Zhao Min on the side. Each is respectful and respectful, in order to show respect for the Shaolin monks.

"Lao Wei has lived for nearly a hundred years, swept the land for decades, and all the kung fu secrets and Buddhist scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion have been read to the letter, but he has never seen such a strange kung fu. Lord Liang came here, which opened the eyes of the old man. "The old Zen master said." Shi Shuzu used to sweep the floor, and the disciples and grandsons had already heard that the cultivation of kung fu Buddhism was unfathomable, and he was so modest and studious that the disciples were embarrassed. "Zijian monk said." Sweeper?! Liang Wenzhen suddenly blurted out in surprise.

"Master Liang, why are you so surprised?" The old Zen master held the teacup in his hand, put it to his lips, and was about to drink tea, when he stopped and asked. "This monk, the layman's name is Xiao Yuanshan, and this monk's name is Murong Bo?" Liang Wenzhen looked at the images of the three people, especially the two older disciples of the old Zen master, and the more he looked at it, the more he looked like the two masters in history. "Lord Liang is young, how can he know our common name?" "Exactly, no one has called it for more than ten years." This time, it was the turn of the two disciples of the old Zen master to be surprised.

"Not only that, but I also know that Zen Master Xiao was originally a Khitan, and he had a son named Xiao Feng, who was the leader of the beggar gang, and his best kung fu was called the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon. After Murong Zen Master turned out to be a nobleman of the Yan Kingdom, he had a son named Murong Fu. The sweeping monk and the old Zen master have been hiding in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion for decades, learning all kinds of stunts, and the kung fu is unfathomable. After a great war, Zen Master Xiao and Zen Master Murong converted to Buddhism. When Liang Wenzhen saw the legendary character, he was excited and couldn't help but say.

"My brother Liang is from overseas and has a lot of knowledge." Xu Fan said. "You've heard of us overseas?" Xiao Yuanshan said strangely. "Yes, your deeds are widely spread in my overseas countryside, and even a three-year-old child can be counted and told in detail. Especially the eighteen palms of the dragon are even more famous, and Meng Tong also made up a ballad to sing it. "Liang Wenzhen said." Oh, how famous we are, famous overseas?! Murong Bo said happily with a look of fascination. Overseas Mengtong all know the eighteen palms of the dragon? Xiao Yuanshan said in disbelief.

"That's not it, they only know how powerful the dragon is eighteen palms, I once heard them sing this ballad: Eighteen dragons will send you to Hong Kong. Hong Kong has no harbor, send you to heaven. "Liang Wenzhen said." Hahahaha, interesting! Xu Fan, Zhao Min, and Niu Ren all laughed. What is it about Hong Kong that it is comparable to heaven? Murong Bo asked. Hong Kong is a place in my overseas countryside, which was originally a fishing village and has become a big city, which is very prosperous. And there was a man of great learning among them, who compiled your deeds into a book, and sold them for a great deal of silver and two miles. Liang Wenzhen said.

"There are always idlers in the world who have nothing to do, and they will spread other people's things everywhere." The sweeping monk said indifferently. Liang Wenzhen and the sweeping monk and apprentice, smiling and laughing, while drinking tea, talked about the way of kung fu. That night, Liang Wenzhen and several people stayed in Shaolin Temple and didn't say anything all night.

The next day, during the morning class time of Shaolin Temple, the abbot did not appear, and the monks went to visit and found that the abbot Zhiji had died. Suspecting that Liang Wenzhen was a murderer, many Shaolin monks besieged Liang Wenzhen. Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.

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