"It's not a dragon snatcher, it should be a dragon claw skill!"

In the corner of Zhike Courtyard, after listening to Wu Ming's narration, Zhizhuo looked at the scar on his wrist and muttered a few words.

"Dragon Claw Gong? I remember, among the seventy-two Shaolin stunts, there is no Dragon Claw Gong, right?"

Wu Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in surprise.

"It's really not! But it doesn't prevent the bottom of the door from taking the art to apprentice, and this dragon claw skill is indeed extraordinary, at least it is a top-level martial arts.

Even if there is no peerless tiger claw hand in this temple to participate in the general trend, as the foundation martial arts of cultivating dragon snatchers, they also complement each other.

Judging from your injuries, Zhijun may have preliminarily observed the dragon snatcher, otherwise it would be difficult to capture you a few feet away. ”

Zhijun laughed.

"It seems that this Zhijun's origin is extraordinary!"

Wu Ming said meaningfully.

"You don't have to knock on the side, even if you ask, I won't tell you. With your character, you may not know how to deal with Zhijun. ”

Zhizhuo said angrily.

"Senior brother said and laughed, how can the younger brother be a person who will repay him? I just think that Zhijun is young and has an art career, but he has the attainments of a top genius, and he wants to make friends. ”

Wu Ming is colorful.

Zhijun glanced at Wu Ming carefully, and made sure that it was not perfunctory, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Don't hide it from you, Zhijun's identity does have a great background, but in the same way, even if others ask me about your origin, I won't say it!"

"So, someone asked my senior brother about me?"

Wu Ming's pupils shrank suddenly, meaning something.

"You're just too smart!"

Zhizhuo's eyes flashed slightly, and he changed the topic with a wry smile, "You have to remember that the people of the Discipline Academy should not be provoked easily, otherwise they will fall into their hands, and they will have to shed their skin if they don't die." ”

"Thank you for your advice, my little brother remembered!"

Wu Ming's heart was slightly cold.

To be able to say such words with the wisdom of Maitreya Buddha is enough to show the seriousness of the matter!

"I have countless Shaolin Zen Monastery, and others are easy to say, but there are two halls and three courtyards that are guarded by warrior monks, such as Pranya Hall, Arhat Hall, Dharma Temple, Discipline Academy, and Bodhi Temple. Although these five places perform their own duties, they actually strictly control all the affairs of the temple.

Of course, among them, the Precept Institute is the most, and the Bodhi Institute is transcendent, basically ignoring foreign affairs and only taking care of its own duties. ”

Zhijun said again.

"Hmm!"

Wu Ming nodded silently.

"Since you think that someone is targeting you in the temple, then I will give you a run and arrange for you to go out on a mission in the temple.

Although there won't be much of a problem with safety, there will be risks when you go out, so you have to think about it!"

Zhizhuan groaned for a while.

"Thank you, brother!"

Wu Ming's eyes lit up and he immediately agreed.

......

It's just that before he could prepare for the mission of leaving the temple, Wu Ming had just returned to the meditation room to rest, but was stopped by five monks who suddenly came on the spot.

The bright lanterns illuminate the entire Zen courtyard, and such a big movement naturally attracts people in the meditation room to get up and check.

For a time, all the sober lay disciples in each building and room probed their brains from the window to watch.

"The lay disciples are nameless, do not respect the rules of the temple, fight in private, and are specially punished with a hundred spinal rods. ”

One of the monks at the head had a grim face, and after reading it, he waved his hand.

Immediately, the four disciples of the Discipline Academy pressed Wu Ming down on the bench and smashed it with a stick.

Unlike in the past, this time there was no chance to defend at all, and it was a heavy hand.

"Wait, I wonder how Zhijun is?"

Where is Wu Ming the opponent of the four artistic conception warrior monks, and before he even had time to fight back, he was suppressed on the spot, tearing off his shirt, and looking like a little white sheep who could be slaughtered.

"Hmph, execute!"

The monk snorted coldly, without any intention of answering.

Bang bang!

In an instant, the heavy stick fell, and the huge force even dispersed the strength of Wu Ming's physical body, which automatically protected the body, and penetrated through the internal organs!

"I ask you, how is Zhilu?"

Wu Ming gritted his teeth and asked sharply.

"Take care of yourself first!"

The monk said coldly.

Wu Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the monk stubbornly, resisting the severe pain and the urge to summon the kitten to strike.

From the moment the five monks of the Vinaya appeared, he felt that something was wrong.

Since he guessed that someone was targeting him, he would not leave any more handles.

Moreover, the other party never mentioned Zhijun and Zhilu, which made him feel that things were beyond his control.

There was a sound of sticks and ping-pong, some gloating, and some unbearable.

Until the punishment of the hundred sticks was over, Wu Ming's back was already bloody, no matter how he drank and asked, the monk had no intention of answering, even if he shouted hoarsely!

"I hope you are good at doing it yourself, and don't treat the temple rules as child's play. ”

The monk glanced at Wu Ming in disgust, and prepared to leave with the four monks.

"Hehe, you don't know who I am, do you? I'm a famous gentleman in the capital, do you know what a gentleman is?

You wait for me, sooner or later I will find trouble with your family, the man will fill in the mine, and the woman will be a prostitute!"

Wu Ming spat at the blood foam and measured the Dao.

"Hmph, I'm waiting for Zhikui!"

When the monk heard this, he walked away without looking back.

Everyone in the courtyard was in an uproar, and no one expected that Wu Ming would dare to threaten the monks of the Discipline Academy in public.

"It seems that the Discipline Academy is on the same page with me, it's good to know the name, Zhikui, hehe, I didn't plan to make trouble again, but it's a pity, you just don't know how to accept it when you see it, don't blame me for tossing you!"

Wu Mingqiang supported his body and returned to the meditation room with the support of Zhidai and Zhikui.

After the two were busy, they helped him apply the medicine, and they stopped to rest after half the night.

"Sticks and sticks, this is completely ignoring the meaning of my Buddha's fate, it stands to reason, it shouldn't be!"

After thinking about it for a long time and not coming up with a clue, Wu Ming had to forcibly get rid of distracting thoughts and use the lying stake of Yi Jian and the two meridians to recover the wounds of the body.

......

In the early morning of the next day, when Wu Ming slowly opened his eyes, he found that there was no one in the meditation room.

"Oops, I missed the hour, is this the intention of the Discipline Academy? first make me make a fool of myself, and then I can't complete the task, and then use this to drive me out of the Shaolin Temple?"

Looking at the sky, Wu Ming's face was slightly gloomy, and regardless of the injuries that had not yet recovered, he was about to go to Zhike Hospital.

"Nameless junior brother, the host is invited!"

At this moment, a middle-aged monk suddenly visited and took him to the Outer Shaolin Zhizang Monastery, which was the residence of the abbot Xuan'an.

For the sudden invitation, Wu Ming was really a little confused by the second monk, but he didn't refuse, after all, he was in Shaolin and was still a lay disciple in name.

Zhizang Yuan occupies a small area, leaning against the Tibetan scripture building, which is the most important forbidden place in Shaolin, and idle people are not allowed to approach.

Even if it is a disciple in the temple, it is not allowed, and it cannot be glimpsed, let alone a lay disciple.

For the Tibetan scripture building, Wu Ming has heard of it a long time ago, but it is difficult to see it, after all, it is rumored that there are thirty mastery of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple.

Of course, all the seventy-two absolute learnings are only available in Inner Shaolin!

In this quiet Zen monastery, there are only three people, an old monk and two small novices.

"Nameless has seen the abbot Zen master!"

For the old monk Xuan'an, Wu Ming still has a lot of respect.

Whether it is the shaving when he first entered the temple, or the maintenance of goodwill later, it reveals the good fortune of this old Zen master.

After all, not everyone can tolerate Wu Ming's rudeness, and you must know that the Buddha is also angry.

Otherwise, there would be no Vinaya, Angry Eyes Vajra, and so on!

"Sit!"

Xuan An still looked like a kind old man, and sat down with a smile.

Wu Ming groaned slightly, not as casual as he did when he got along with other monks before, and stepped forward to pour tea and stood on the side with great politeness.

"The old man knows that you are not in the Buddhist sect, so he will not force you to shave your degree, but walking in the temple like this is really unsightly, and it is easy to cause misunderstanding among other disciples. It just so happens that I've always been clean here, so you'll sprinkle and sweep here in the future.

The morning class is also done with me every day, and there are many books here, which are collected by the abbots and elders of Shaolin in the past.

There are not only Buddhist classics, but also rumors of different records in China, and of course, there are many scriptures, you can read them!"

Rao is Wu Ming was mentally prepared, and he didn't expect Xuan An to say such a thing.

Looking at the middle-aged monk leading the way beside him, he looked surprised, obviously he didn't know that there would be this stubble!

"The disciple should have followed the abbot's decree, but now that the Nine Tribulations Pagoda in the temple is about to open, can the disciple also participate?"

Wu Ming was stunned and said respectfully.

"You have learned my Shaolin Yijin and Washing the Second Meridian, could it be that you are still interested in other unique studies?"

Xuan An's eyes flashed with surprise, and he said.

"Don't hide it from the abbot, the kid is now at a bottleneck in martial arts, and he really wants to use Shaolin to learn and broaden his horizons!"

Wu Ming said truthfully.

"Hehe, that day, you and Huiyue's nephew played against each other, using movement to control stillness, and were well versed in the way of soldiers.

Now, why don't you calm down the distracting thoughts in your heart by braking still and thinking about the strategy of calming down?"

Xuan An said with a smile.

Wu Ming's eyes flashed slightly, and he subconsciously thought that the old monk didn't want him to learn Shaolin.

After all, the previous process of seeking the "Washing the Marrow Sutra" was extremely tortuous, even if he learned it in the end, no one knew what kind of suffering he experienced when he fell to the ground in the Nine Tribulations Pagoda!

Of course, this is also well versed in the way of the three questions of heaven and man.

If anything is easy to come by, think about it, who will cherish it?

It is precisely because of this difficulty that people feel more cherished and deeply understood!

"Thank you Abbot Zen Master for your advice, it's just that I've always been used to being casual, and I can't be clean, and I'm afraid of disturbing the abbot's Qing Xiu!"

Although he felt the vague kindness conveyed by the old monk, as soon as Wu Ming thought of the spine stick he received last night, a nameless fire rose from the bottom of his heart.

If he is punished, it will be fine, but depending on Zhikui's meaning, Zhijun seems to have been punished, and even Zhilu has been implicated.

If he can swallow this breath, then he is not Wu Ming!

"In that case, you should go back and recuperate, and when you figure it out, you can come to the Zhizang Academy at any time!"

Xuan'an pondered for a while, and looked at Wu Mingdao deeply.

"Thank you, Abbot!"

Wu Ming's eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately thanked him.

"Hey, senior brother, senior brother, you haven't asked about the world for a long time, and for this son to break the merits, and lead the monks to chant the scriptures, gather the power of the faith of the people, and open up the mind for them, just to repay the cause and effect of the tribulation? Have you ever thought that this fruit may also be a bitter fruit!"

Looking at his departing back, Xuan An sighed secretly.