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Boom!

The power of the Yin and Yang grinding palms swirled out, imprinted into a tree on the opposite side, and the tree suddenly collapsed, and the entire tree body buzzed and trembled, as if it was about to collapse at any time.

Wang Dong did not look at the result of this palm.

He looked at his right hand!

This hand is slender and pure, the nails are trimmed neatly, Wang Dong has always valued the dexterity of the hand, and a pair of hands is often soaked in secret medicinal liquid, Rao is so, these hands do not look very powerful, but with a wave of the hand, not only can the force of a thousand jun, break the stone and break the jade, the timing is used well, but also can promote the general trend of the world with his own strength......

Martial arts are indeed the most wonderful thing in the world.

After leaving the capital, Wang Dong rushed directly to Henan, and along the way, he could hear everyone talking about the news of Ao Bai killing the little emperor and usurping the throne and rebelling whenever and wherever he went.

This news has shaken the world in a few days, and everyone has changed their color when they hear it.

The first warrior of Manchuria, Ao Bai Ao Shaobao, Lord Ao Zhongtang is completely popular!

Boom!

Looking at the world, if you weigh ten influential figures, then the next nine together will not be as popular as Ao Shaobao's current limelight.

As the sun sets, the crimson glow falls down on the mountain.

Wang Dong wore a hat on his head, rode on the suburban post road, pinned the Tianluo umbrella to his waist, but held a wine jug in his palm, drank the last drop of wine in the pot, Wang Dong wiped the corners of his lips, and there was a slight feeling of pricking his hands.

Above the corners of the lips, I don't know when there was a beard like fluff.

Wang Dong was slightly stunned.

"The world is out of my generation, and the years are urging when I enter the rivers and lakes!"

Counting on my fingers, since I first stepped into the rivers and lakes, I am afraid that there will be four or five years! He himself seems to be about to be twenty years old, and the years are like wind knives, and knives urge people to grow old!

The Sanhe Gang in Yangyu County, Ding Xuan, who is also like a confidant, Master Mo Shenyi, the world of books and swords, and Li Yuanzhi, who is as tender as water. Proud of the world, the world of condor shooting......

Wang Dong recalls the past and recalls that person! Sweet and bitter, the taste is all in the heart.

A few days later. Wang Dong set foot in Henan. I came to the foot of Song Mountain again.

Dusk is near sunset.

Airplanes! Airplanes! Airplanes!

The morning bell and dusk drums, bursts of Sanskrit sound came down from Songshan Mountain.

Wang sighed in his heart, the more you go in the martial arts world, the more places you go. The last time this Songshan Shaolin Temple came was in the Song Dynasty, and now time passes, and things are not resting!

With a slight sigh, Wang Dong drove towards the mountain gate, the last time he entered Shaolin. His cultivation is still low, he had to disguise himself, and mixed into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the name of transcribing scriptures, and now the bullet index has passed for a hundred years, and the wind is always blown away by the rain and wind, Shaolin is no longer the Shaolin of hundreds of years ago, and he is no longer the king of the past.

The body unfolds, and the floating light generally passes through the mountain gate and enters the temple. Turn around the Buddha Hall, the corridor!

A majestic Buddha bone pagoda appeared in front of you, and the scent of incense wafted in the wind.

The king set off for a moment, fell in front of the Buddha's bone tower, and threw a stick of incense. Burned in front of the tower.

Not far away, a few monks only felt a green shadow flashing in their pupils, and there seemed to be a person standing in front of the Buddha bone pagoda, burning incense and praying, waiting for them to rub their eyes. When I look at it again, there is still a shadow of someone there!

"Could it be the manifestation of a high monk?"

The monks were amazed and delighted.

Inside the Pavilion of the Scriptures. The two serving monks were sorting out the books in the pavilion, when there was a creak, the window suddenly opened, and a fresh breeze blew in, and the two monks were blown by the breeze and immediately fainted.

Wang Dong stood in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, as far as his eyes could see, the shelves were neatly filled with all kinds of classics, he walked around at will to take and read, neither hidden in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for decades of sweeping dead houses secretly watching, nor the hidden Shaolin monks who were noisy and Buddha, suddenly coming!

Shaolin martial arts inheritance for thousands of years, the system is very complete, although the martial arts of this era have declined, but the essence of Shaolin martial arts is still well preserved, but for some reason, no one can achieve the achievements in history, perhaps it is the times, or it may be a fork in the road.

Wang Dong was thinking as he took the scriptures and read them.

This scripture is not a martial arts stunt, just an ordinary Buddhist scripture, because Wang Dong remembered that the sweeping monk once said, Shaolin seventy-two stunts, each of which is fierce and ruthless, hurting people's lives.

Since the establishment of the seventy-two stunts, only the Bodhidharma Patriarch has seventy-two doors, followed by a senior monk in the early Song Dynasty who has practiced to twenty-three, and the third is the thirteenth absolute monk! Except for these three, no one can practice more than ten!

Wang Dong may not really take all the words of the sweeping monk seriously, since someone can practice ten, twenty kinds and even Bodhidharma Patriarch has seventy-two stunts in one, think that there is no problem with martial arts itself, the reason why no one can practice, but suffer from it, presumably still can't practice it, and went astray!

As for the anger spoken by the sweeping monk, in Wang Dong's view, it is just a negative emotion generated in the loophole of the soul!

As long as the mind is clear, the mind is clear, and the dust is not stained, the soul is naturally transparent and clean, even if the soul is not strong, but there is no dust in the heart, even if it is a killing battle, the cultivation of martial arts in the sword mountain and the sea of fire can also prevent the demons in the heart, and the external demons will not invade.

Although I will not fully believe the words of the sweeping monks, in this scripture pavilion, even if it is an ordinary Buddhist scripture, there are also annotations from the senior monks of the past dynasties, which are recorded! It's also a rare crystallization of wisdom, so it's okay to take a look.

Immersed in the classics, before he knew it, night fell, Wang Dong's expression moved, the sleeves of his robe flicked, and the two fainting serving monks on the ground woke up leisurely.

"Why did you faint all of a sudden?!" The two looked at each other, touched their bald heads, and felt inexplicable, and thought that it was disrespectful to the Buddha and collided with the Buddha.

The lights outside the window turned on, and two more monks walked in with lanterns, these two monks were also serving monks, and when they saw that the first two had not returned, they came to check.

Wang Dong had already disappeared into the attic.

The four monks said a few words, carried the lantern and walked around the pavilion again, closed the window and closed the door, and the footsteps were far away.

Since this day, Wang Dong has been hidden in the Shaolin Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to watch the martial arts stunts, Buddhist scriptures, regardless of the external disputes, the world!

The years go by, and three months have passed in a blink of an eye.

The scorching hot summer has passed, autumn is coming, outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, on the plane tree with a history of hundreds of years, pieces of yellow leaves are like flying flotsam, falling one after another.

Wang Dong stepped out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, staring at the sky and the earth, the autumn wind was blowing, and a green robe hunting and hunting was flying.

There was a sound of footsteps in the corridor, and several serving monks gradually approached, but they were not the same group as before!

These people stepped into the courtyard, and suddenly looked at Wang Dong who was standing outside the Zangjin Pavilion in surprise, "You, who are you?" ”

Wang Dong smiled, his arms shook, the sleeves of his robe flew away, the sleeves of the robe swirled away, the bulging sleeves seemed to be full of energy, only to see a few zhang away, a piece of falling sycamore leaves suddenly froze, and then in the sound of 'whoosh', turned into a yellow light flying towards him.

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