As mentioned last time, Liang Wenzhen returned to his life early and said that when he entered the fate well, he did go to another time and space, and it was the future hundreds of years later. When many civil and military officials were dumbfounded, Liang Wenzhen told the Japanese Japanese invaders of China, burning, killing and looting, doing all kinds of evil, and the lives of the people were devastated, especially the Jiankang Massacre and other historical records, which were even more appalling. Some officials wept bitterly because their descendants were slaughtered in such an unprecedented way, and they angrily marched to send troops to conscript Japan. Emperor Daojun asked which emperor was so incompetent, Liang Wenzhen was Chiang Kai-shek, and he was surprised to learn that it was no longer the Zhao family's world, but the Chiang dynasty. Tong Guan thought that the Great Song Dynasty would not perish, pointing out that Liang Wenzhen was talking nonsense, and Si Tianjian Cheng also said that the Great Song Dynasty was long, fortunately, the emperor was familiar with history, and there were not many dynasties that lasted for hundreds of years, so he didn't care, but he didn't have the courage to conquer Japan at this time. Liang Wenzhen pointed out the imitation pistol, because he traveled back to the 21st century through the fate of the well, his hopes were dashed, and he wanted to obtain sulfuric acid instead, and learned from Franklin to take electricity from lightning and store it. Unfortunately, because Liang Wenzhen was too busy to test the lightning rod, the lightning rod did not appear in the Song Dynasty. Carrying 100,000 taels of silver tickets, Liang Wenzhen and Niu Ren Xu Fan Zhao Min went to Songshan Shaolin Temple, and Niu Ren's master and son saw the monk come out to greet him.

"Ah Niu, it's rare to come and visit as a teacher." Seeing the monk smiling, Zi stepped forward and grabbed Niu Ren's arm. "Master, I haven't seen you for many years, you have lost weight." Niu Ren said. "People who practice martial arts, when they get fat, how can they fight with their fists?!" Zimi monk said. "This is Liang Wenzhen, the crown prince of the dynasty, and the apprentice follows him to do things." Niu Ren introduced. "Mrs. Liang? Wing Chun boxing is invincible all over the world, Liang Wenzhen, the richest man in the Great Song Dynasty? Monk Zijian asked in surprise. I have seen a Zen master, and it is under it. Liang Wenzhen clenched his fists and said.

"Unexpectedly, the prince and the prince turned out to be a young offspring, and his fists and feet are so good!" The monk praised him. "This is Brother Fan, and he also follows Mr. Liang to do things; This is Brother Min, the apprentice of Mr. Liang. Niu Ren said. Xu Fan and Zhao Min hurriedly greeted the monk with their son. After a few words of greeting, Zijian monk instructed the apprentices who came behind to lead the horses of Liang Wenzhen and others to feed, and greeted the guests into the temple by himself, and went to a meditation room to entertain the guests.

Niu Ren and the master said goodbye to each other, and mentioned that a class of brothers practiced together back then, time flies, and the two sighed. "Master, Zen Master Zimang of Dharma Hall, went to Tokyo a few months ago and asked Mr. Liang to donate silver to Shaolin Temple to help the children of poor families to practice and study in Shaolin Temple. I don't know if Master knows about this. "Niu Ren said." Oh, that's the case?! "Zijian monk said." This is indeed the case. Because I only donated 10,000 taels at that time, I promised to donate again in the future, and later he sent a few letters, asking me to continue to donate silver, and it was best to go to Shaolin Temple to find him. Recently, some rumors have spread in Tokyo, saying that the richest man in the Great Song Dynasty is rich and unkind, and how he is mean and stingy. I am worried that my reputation will be damaged, so I will come today and donate some more. Liang Wenzhen explained the reason.

"The poor monk doesn't ask about such things, and it's not surprising that he hasn't heard of them. Let's go to the dining hall for dinner, and then go to meet the abbot. "Zijian monk said." When I was hungry, Master was the most considerate. Niu Ren said. The people followed the son to see the monk and went to the dining hall. In the afternoon, I returned to the meditation room and drank tea and rested. Zijian went to report to Shaolin abbot Zhiji, and heard that the prince and the prince came to visit Shaolin Temple, and Zhiji Zen Master hurriedly went to the guest meditation room with Zijian to meet with Liang Wenzhen.

"It turns out that Mrs. Liang's trip is to come to Shaolin Temple to donate silver, Amitabha, the Buddha will definitely bless Mrs. Liang with a prosperous life." Zen Master Zhiji heard Liang Wenzhen's intention, and put his palms together. "Senior Brother Zimang previously received 10,000 taels of silver from Taifu Liang, has Uncle Abbot ever heard of it?" Zimi monk said. "I have heard for a long time that Zi is misbehaving, it seems that he must have used the name of fundraising to fill his pockets, and wait for the old man to come to him to confront him." After Zen Master Zhiji finished speaking, he asked Liang Wenzhen and others to move to the precept hall to understand the first seat of the Dharma Hall in public.

After the abbot summoned the monks, a cup of tea, many monks came to the compound. The monk Zijian introduced Liang Wenzhen to everyone, the first seat of the Precept Hall Zizhen, the first seat of the Luohan Hall Zi Yao, the three high-ranking Zen masters of Zhixuan Zhizhang Zhiling, and the disciples of the abbot Zhiji Zen Master, Zifan, Zi Che, each stepped forward to greet Liang Wenzhen. A few young monks were very surprised to see Niu Ren and came to greet Niu Ren affectionately. Shaolin Temple, as a famous and decent family, is quite large-scale, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, it is not simple, and it can not be presumptuous. Liang Wenzhen thought to himself. "Brother Fan, you must pay attention to the number of etiquette, and you must not be rude." Liang Wenzhen instructed. Xu Fan and Zhao Min promised, the first time they saw such a scene, the two of them were already solemn.

"Where is Bodhidharma?" Abbot Zhiji asked in a deep voice. "Zimang's disciple has gone to look for him, and he will come immediately." A monk answered. Zimang privately raised a large sum of silver taels from others, but he never reported to the temple and filled his pockets. If the confrontation is understood, it will be severely punished by the Discipline Hall. Abbot Zhiji said again. The abbot, if his greed is true, must collect the money and silver, and second, he must be expelled from Shaolin and expelled from Shaolin. "The first seat of the Precept Hall is the truth.

Hearing such a big event, hundreds of monks in the hall exchanged heads and talked about it. While waiting, suddenly three monks hurriedly ran into the compound of the precept hall. "Report to the abbot, the disciple Dharma Hall is reckless." The one who spoke for the head was the Zen master Zimang that Liang Wenzhen had seen in Tokyo. "Zimang, today the crown prince and the prince Liang Wenzhen came to the temple, and the old man knew that you had raised donations from him, and he dared to ask where did he go for the silver taels?" The abbot asked sharply.

"Oh, that's what happened. The abbot, all the uncles, uncles, brothers, and disciples did go to Tokyo and met Mrs. Liang. At that time, Mrs. Liang was willing to donate 10,000 taels of silver to Shaolin Temple, and the central disciples handed it over to the abbot on his behalf. However, the silver ticket was lost on the way, and the disciple was not easy to explain, so he did not report it, and the disciple was very guilty about it. Zi Mang said loudly. Is this true? The abbot asked coldly. Don't dare to deceive the abbot, all the uncles and uncles. Zi Mang responded. At that time, it was the first seat of Dharma Hall, and it was this Zimang master who asked us Mr. Liang for donating silver, not Mr. Liang took the initiative to donate, which is not true. When Niu Ren heard Zimang's words, he had an aura in his heart.

"Even if it is lost, it should be reported on the initiative and punished by the Discipline Hall, not to mention, whether it is lost or not, there are no witnesses." The first seat of the precept hall is a true monk. "After I separated from Zen Master Zhiqing of the Great Xiangguo Temple in Tokyo, I returned to Songshan alone, where to find witnesses, and I will not be framed for no reason!" Zi Mang glared at Zi Zhen and said angrily. "Zimang is Lao Gao's eldest disciple, and his temperament and character are most well known to Lao Gao. Lao Wei can guarantee that Zi Mang will not be greedy for ink and donate silver, and do things to enrich his own pockets. Zen Master Zhizhang said.

"Hehe, if you're out there, you still have to report to your master." Abbot Zhiji's disciple Zi Che sneered. "Hugh wants to slander my master, but I'm afraid that my uncle won't be able to see my master as the head of the Dharma Hall, and he will be dissatisfied in his heart, and he will spurt blood." Zimang's eldest disciple Jue Mandao. "There are only eight seats in our Dharma Hall, and all eight of them have passed the examination and have been evaluated as the most refined before they are qualified. Among those who were not selected, it was inevitable that some people would be jealous and play with right and wrong. "He looks like he is in his thirties, and he is one of the eight people of the Dharma Hall, Zhimo Monk Dao.

"If no one knows, he must not do it. Widow Yang under the mountain, recently suddenly became rich and built a manor, today, Senior Brother Zimang is in Widow Yang's house? Zifan said coldly. You, you, you spew blood, out of nothing! Zimang's face immediately turned red, and his fingers were all right. Listening to the gossip of the farmer who picked vegetables and went up the mountain, Widow Yang was pregnant, I don't know if it is true. "The first seat of the Luohan Hall is a remote and secluded road." Zimang, if they have wronged you, Lao Wei can send someone to find Widow Yang and confront her on the spot. Abbot Zhiji said.

"You, a criminal, have you really done something to corrupt your master?" Seeing Zimang's expression, Zhizhang knew that he had been deceived by him, and said in a daze. "Master, abbot, the disciple was confused for a while, and the disciple knew that he was wrong, please forgive the disciple once." Zimang suddenly pounced, knelt down, and said with no shame on his face. Hey, the first seat of the Dharma Hall of Shaolin Temple, actually used the money raised to make two ll milk in Huhu, yes, the monk does not marry a wife, he wraps a big milk. Liang Wen smiled secretly in his heart.

"Abbot, Zimang not only committed the precept of greed, but also committed the precept of adultery, and kept a mistress, according to the rules of the temple, martial arts should be abolished and expelled from Shaolin." The first seat of the precept hall is the truth. "The abbot spares his life, the disciple knows his mistake, and would rather be expelled from the temple than abolish my martial arts." Zi Mang burst into tears and pleaded. "Zimang, you should understand that you should bear the sins you have created, and when you went astray, you should think of today. Cut off the meridians, otherwise the precepts will be done by the precepts. The abbot's face was sad, but his tone was firm.

When Zimang heard this, he paused again and again, and wailed to himself. Everyone waited for a long time, but Zimang still didn't get up, and decided on his own. "The temple rules are like this, Zimang, I'm sorry." Zizhen said as he stepped forward to make a move. "Who dares to touch me!" Zimang suddenly stood up and shouted, his face was bruised and his face was hideous. Everyone was stunned, and Zizhen was even more startled, and his figure suddenly froze. Zimang looked around, his gaze swept to Liang Wenzhen's cow ren, and he glared as sharp as a knife.

"I want your dog's life!" Zimang suddenly went crazy and rushed towards Niu Ren. Niu Ren was caught off guard, couldn't dodge, and was about to raise his fist to block, but he was pushed down by a palm, fell out of a zhang away, and fell to the ground. Liang Wen really thought about the electric turn, and the emergency response spontaneously rose, bullied the past, and waved his fist. Zimang was beaten on the back of his shoulder, turned around and flew with his palms, and attacked Liang Wenzhen in a torrential wind. "It's not good, it's powerful!" Leung Man-chun resorted to Wing Chun and fought with him, but due to lack of preparation, he was attacked and retreated.

If Liang Wenzhen knew that what Zi Reckless used at this moment was one of the seventy-two Shaolin stunts, King Kong Bo Ruozhang, it would definitely be like thunder and scared. After taking a few palms, although it was very difficult, the so-called ignorant people were fearless, but Liang Wenzhen was not afraid, and was about to adjust his body shape and fight against him. "Don't hurt the guests!" Zi Zhen came back to his senses, moved like a rabbit, and used his Shaolin dragon claw hand to attack Zimang's side. Zimang turned around and fought with Zizhen, Liang Wenzhen got out and hurried to see Niu Ren. Xu Fan and Zhao Min had already helped Niu Ren, Liang Wenzhen had seen the place where Niu Ren was hit, it was black, fortunately, Niu Ren's kung fu disciples were solid, but they were only flesh wounds, and there was no big problem.

Zi Zhen and Zi Mang fought viciously for thirty or forty rounds, and the defeat was gradually revealed, and Zi Fanzi stepped forward to attack. Zimang is really the first seat in the Dharma Hall, with profound kung fu, fighting three masters of the same generation alone, and he will not fall behind. Take turns to use the dragon claw hand, the strong vajra finger, the dragon subduing the elephant gong, the flower finger, such as a thousand techniques, the vajra wave is like a palm, and so on, it can be seen that Zimang has many stunts, and it is not in vain. The eighteen monks of the Luohan Hall formed an eighteen stick formation and were ready for the battle.

The other seven people of the Dharma Hall, because of their unusual relationship with Zimang, were just waiting and watching at this time, and did not come forward to help. "Zhimo, quickly go and call the old Zen master, I'm afraid that no one here can defeat him." Abbot Road. "Yes!" After Zhimo finished speaking, he went to move the rescuers. "Ahh Zi Che roared angrily and attacked, but was kicked by Zi Mang and kicked out of the way. Zi Zhen was alone, just a palm split, Zi Mang dodged to avoid it, a finger popped out, Zi Zhen's right hand immediately drooped, as if broken. Immediately after, Zi Mang waved out the Vajra wave palm, overwhelming the mountains and seas, and Zi Zhen fell out in response. The three masters, in front of the first seat of the Dharma Hall, are indeed vulnerable.

"Today I will hit Shaolin and enter the sea. Who else was dissatisfied and came to fight me? Zimang raised his fist and shouted. Everyone in the courtyard was silent at this time, looking at each other left and right, silent. The eighteen stick monks clenched their sticks, looked nervous, and did not receive the order to attack, and all stood still. "Liang Wenzhen, how can you be virtuous, you are in the position of the crown prince and the prince. I heard that your Wing Chun is invincible in the world, and today, I will cripple you and let you know that there is a sky outside the sky! The surname Liang is a man, get out! Zimang shouted. My Wing Chun doesn't dare to call the world invincible, but it doesn't take much effort to beat you, the first seat of Shaolin. Liang Wenzhen was challenged, and his unyielding temperament made him proud.

In the blink of an eye, Liang Wenzhen had jumped into the battlefield, and as soon as the two-character tong Yang Mafu stood still, he punched out like the wind and attacked Zimang. "Hehe, embroidered legs with fists, straight like a woman." Zimang sneered, ignoring Liang Wenzhen's fist, and a pair of dragon claw hands went up and down, swinging them out. Liang Wen really knew that the other party's skills were profound, so he didn't dare to take it lightly, he was calm, between his movements, his footwork and boxing, and he was able to attack and defend freely. After twenty or thirty rounds, Zimang couldn't help but be anxious when he saw that Liang Wenzhen's fist technique was dense, and he couldn't find a flaw. Thinking about it, Zi Mang used his internal force, turned his claws into palms, and split out his most proud stunt, King Kong Boruo palm.

It's up to you to use your internal forces! Liang Wenzhen had already seen that he had already come out, turned his fist into a palm, and secretly carried an inch of strength to meet Zimang's palm. Zi Mang was surprised, this person couldn't go crazy, he didn't avoid his thunderous Vajra Bo Ruozhang, but instead attacked him, wouldn't he be looking for death? The right palm was poked by the other party, Zimang didn't feel anything strange, and the left palm slapped violently, and the other party still poked it with the right palm. Suddenly, Zimang secretly screamed that it was not good, first his right hand was paralyzed, and then his left hand was paralyzed. Oops, the internal force is backfired, and when Zimang realized it, he was already involuntary, his body was paralyzed and weak, but his body was about to explode. In a moment, Zi Mang fell to the ground with a bang.

Liang Wenzhen performed Wing Chun magic skills and broke Shaolin stunts. The other Shaolin masters were not convinced, and the fight was formed, and the abbot questioned the origin of Wing Chun. Unexpectedly, the abbot died mysteriously that night, and Liang Wenzhen was accused of being the perpetrator. Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.