"yes, yes! Tianzun, you see, Shaolin Temple was built in the Northern Wei Dynasty, was built by Emperor Xiaowen Tuoba Hong in order to house the monk Badra from Tianzhu, but it seems that there should be only three or four rooms at that time! ”

Doron hurriedly leaned over and explained.

Anyway, this kid does have a few brushes! No wonder it can be mixed up.

is different from Wei Xiaobao's pure reliance on the protagonist's life, after a few days of contact, someone has figured out that this guy Duolong is actually a civil and military all-rounder, although his martial arts have not reached the level of the top at that time, but even if the big and small pairs join forces, I am afraid they are not the opponents of the other party.

And in terms of literary style?

It is estimated that there is no hope for a university scholar, but it is not a big problem to take the Jinshi and the first.

It can be said that this guy is both capable and shameless, no matter where he is placed or what era, he can definitely mix with the master.

"The former site of Master Bhadra is in the temple, if Lord Tianzun wants to go to pay his respects, Lao Gu, as the landlord, should accompany him."

At this time, Abbot Hao Cong, who was standing next to him as a background board, also came over and said with a smile on his face.

It is true that as the leader of Baidao Martial Arts, being ignored so much makes him feel very angry, but Abbot Hao Cong is proficient in Buddhism, so it is naturally impossible to be angry because of such a trivial matter, but he directly stepped forward and took the initiative to say hello.

"No, I'm not interested in visiting this thing at all!"

Li Qingyuan waved his hand, who has the leisure time to visit the temple?

"I heard that your Shaolin Temple has a scripture pavilion, just take me directly!"

"This ......"

Hearing him say this, a group of old monks were all stunned.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the most fundamental core location of Shaolin, which stores all kinds of experiences of Shaolin monks in the past dynasties, and is the most important place in Shaolin Temple.

In the past, although those dignitaries and nobles would also go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to copy a few Buddhist scriptures when they came to Shaolin to worship the Buddha, it was obvious that this Lord Tianzun was completely different from those people.

"What? Comments? ”

Li Qingyuan snapped the folding fan in his hand and asked with a sideways face.

"No problem, absolutely no problem, Lord Tianzun, please come with the old man!"

Seeing someone's face, Abbot Hao Cong hurriedly said, and then directly began to lead the way.

After about an hour, someone happily walked out of the scripture pavilion.

Behind him were the abbot of Hao Cong, who was like a mourner, and a group of great monks who looked like they had died of their wives.

No, it seems that these monks should have no wives, right?

"Doron, tell the sedan chair!"

didn't care about the expressions of these monks' dead mothers, and someone walked up directly and commanded.

"Get up!"

Hearing his command, Doron immediately began to scream sharply.

Seeing that the bearers and soldiers had all gone down the mountain, a group of great monks surrounded the abbot of Hao Cong.

"Abbot, how can you agree?"

"Abbot, the seventy-two stunts are enough, but that Sanskrit Yijin Sutra is the handwritten book of the ancestor of Bodhidharma back then, how can you hand it over?"

"That is, there is also that Huayan Ranga Sutra is the only book of Master Kumarosh, which is rare in the world, and you are even ......."

A group of monks all showed expressions of grief and anger at their misfortunes, and the abbot's performance just now was really embarrassing!

The inheritance left by Shaolin Temple for thousands of years was all taken away by the abbot, which made this group of old monks feel that the abbot of Hao Cong was simply a loser to the extreme.

"Shut up!"

Abbot Hao Cong saw that this group of guys actually began to kick their noses in the face, and suddenly a lion's roar shook out, directly shocking the eyes of the two guys who pointed at his nose and scolded.

"A bunch of idiots!"

Abbot Hao Cong felt heartbroken when he looked at such a group of old monks, and he didn't have any eyesight, which made him feel that he had no successor!

"Shaolin Temple can stand for thousands of years, is it possible that you really think that you can't rely on those martial arts cheats in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?"

He shouted angrily at these uncompetitive apprentices.

"Martial arts! What is martial arts? Not to mention that we all have copies of those martial arts cheats, even if there are no copies, Shaolin Temple does not rely on martial arts to stand, okay! ”

"The reason why our Shaolin Temple can hold the righteous path of martial arts is that it relies on the three thousand warrior monks in the temple and the 800,000 acres of monk land.

Seeing that a group of old monks were still indignant, Abbot Hao Cong got up and slapped them on the big bald head a few times!

"Everyone is stupid to chant Buddha, that guy just now is obviously preparing to do it, is it possible that you still want to do it with him?"

"In fact, with the strength of the monks of our Huan Temple, we don't necessarily have to be afraid of the so-called eight thousand royal forest army!" The first seat of the Dharma Academy still stiffened his neck and argued unconvinced.

Of course, the 3,000 monks are not necessarily the opponents of the 8,000 Imperial Forest Army, but the first of their group is all masters.

"Confused!"

Abbot Cong felt that he was going to have a cerebral hemorrhage, these guys were stupid in the mountains, and they didn't know what they could and couldn't do!

Shaolin Temple has stood for thousands of years and inherited more than a dozen dynasties, relying on the kung fu of the left and right!

It makes no sense that these bastards can say such a thing as rebellion!

Let's not talk about how the abbot of Hao Cong wants to rectify the unhealthy trends in the temple, just talk about someone's side.

"That old monk is a little smart!"

Someone threw out all the hundreds of martial arts cheats that he had just packed from his personal space, and then said to the big and small Shuang'er with a smile.

Just now, he thought that if the other party didn't know each other, he was ready to do it directly, but he didn't expect the other party to be so happy, he would hand over whatever he said, and people couldn't get angry if they wanted to find fault.

As for whether the other party will deceive themselves with fakes?

With his intelligence, he would never do such a stupid thing.

"This is the legendary martial arts treasure Yijin Sutra?"

Ah Qi asked with a yellowed broken book, and her voice trembled slightly.

As a self-proclaimed chivalrous woman, Ah Qi still knows a lot about the stories of the various major schools in the martial arts, and naturally knows what kind of status this booklet has in the martial arts.

Legend has it that I don't know how many heroes and heroes fought for this Yijin Sutra, and I don't know how many bloody storms were set off for such a thin booklet.

Originally, Ah Qi learned that his new master was going to Shaolin Temple to snatch Shaolin's seventy-two stunts and Yijin Sutra, and thought that it must be a vicious battle, but who would have thought that the other party just went out to take a turn, and the Shaolin abbot obediently handed over all these treasures of the town temple.

What about the dignity of the legendary leader of the righteous path of martial arts? Resolutely not to be the consciousness of the lackeys of the court?

Ah Qi suddenly fell into confusion, feeling that her three views on life were under attack?

As for Ake?

I'm sorry, she's still addicted to poker and hasn't woken up.