Shaolin Temple is located on the Shaolin Mountain, was built in the Northern Wei Dynasty, the first ancestor of Zen Buddhism Bodhidharma had preached here, Shaolin martial arts since the Sui and Tang dynasties have been quite famous, the majestic martial arts for nearly a thousand years.

Although it has also experienced many ups and downs, but to this day Shaolin Temple is still the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, and even has the reputation of "the world's martial arts out of Shaolin" in the rivers and lakes.

Legend has it that the most precious martial arts treasures in Shaolin Temple, "Yijin Sutra" and "Washing the Pulp Sutra" were created by Bodhidharma, among which the "Yijin Sutra" has been passed down to this day, and the "Washing the Pulp Sutra" is lost in the long river of history.

Lin Tianheng came here not only to see the legendary "Yijin Sutra" created by Bodhidharma, but also for the two secret pills in the Shaolin Temple, the big pill and the small pill.

It is rumored that the Great Returning Pill can cure all internal and external injuries, as well as increase the effect of strength, which can basically be regarded as the red medicine in the game plus a small experience pill; Xiao Huan Dan can quickly replenish the loss of true qi, and it is a blue medicine.

Although Lin Tianheng didn't believe that the two were as miraculous as rumored, it was undoubtedly a good thing for the Lin family to get these two pills, and what if he could repair his Daoji's injury, so he took Lin Yicong to the Shaolin Temple.

Lin Tianheng gave Lin Yicong a look, and the latter immediately understood, walked slowly to the gate of the temple, and straightened his clothes by the way.

"May I ask if this benefactor is here to offer incense?" The welcoming monk warmly greeted him, and saw that this dress should be a distinguished guest, and should not be taken lightly.

Which Cheng thought that Lin Yicong didn't play cards according to the routine at all, and directly transported a strong true qi, and shouted violently: "The ancestor of the Lin family is coming, and the abbot here quickly leads the monk out to greet him." ”

The huge sound instantly resounded throughout Shaomu Mountain, alarming all the monks in the temple, and the welcoming monk was the most unlucky, and was directly stunned by the strong sound wave.

Lin Tianheng saw Lin Yicong acting like this, with his great master's cultivation, he couldn't control his involuntary twitching, he originally meant to let Lin Yicong go to report, which Cheng thought that this kid was so strong, and directly gave him a shouting in front of the temple, which really made him cry and laugh.

According to Lin Tianheng's original meaning, he just wanted to communicate with Shaolin Temple, after all, people are in good spirits at happy events, and he still thinks that he can not do it without doing it, and he can't do it if he just harvests more than ten years of life.

However, if Lin Yicong did this, if he didn't do it here, it seems that he can't enter the gate of Shaolin Temple.

However, Lin Tianheng can also understand Lin Yicong's mentality at this time, and he transformed from a rookie at the peak of body refining to a master in the late stage of the day after tomorrow overnight.

Fang Zheng, the Shaolin abbot who was meditating and chanting scriptures in the meditation room, suddenly opened his eyes and sighed: What a profound skill, this person's martial arts are by no means under the old man. Immediately summoned all the monks in the temple and went to meet the enemy.

When he came to the temple gate and saw Lin Yicong, Fang Zheng was taken aback again, he never expected that a person with such profound internal strength was just a little doll in his teens.

"Amitabha, the old man's prescription certificate, added as the contemporary abbot of Shaolin Temple, I don't know what the donor called the old man to come?" Fang Zhengshan stood in front of his chest and said, as a high-ranking monk, he is also the head of the world's largest faction, so he will not shout and kill Lin Yicong, a young man, as soon as he comes up.

"I heard my ancestor say that Shaolin Temple is the first major faction in the Ming Dynasty, so I want to come and see the abbot's demeanor." Lin Yicong saw that Lin Tianheng did not object to his behavior, so he became more and more bold, and his words were full of challenges to the evidence.

"Bold boy." The Shaolin monks did not have a way to prove such qi cultivation skills, and suddenly Lin Yicong, who was talking wildly, looked at each other angrily.

Fang Zheng's gaze fell on Lin Tianheng, who was standing behind Lin Yicong, only to see that his clothes were windless and automatic, and the divine light in his eyes was circulating, so he looked like a master outside the world, as if he did not see the Shaolin Temple of the "World Martial Sect" in his eyes at all.

Seeing this, Fang Zheng's eyes froze, and he knew that the whole leopard was so powerful in front of him, so wouldn't his ancestor be even more unfathomable, coupled with the other party's careless attitude, it shows that it should be a strong enemy to meet the door.

Fang Zheng thought for a while, and quickly made a decision, clasped his hands together and said: "Since the little donor has this Yaxing, the old man should accompany him." ”

"Senior Brother Abbot, no! Just a thief, how can you do it yourself! Several senior monks of the "Fang" character hurriedly persuaded and explained, a stinky boy came to the door to challenge, and finally the tired abbot personally took action, if this matter spreads, the reputation of Fang Zheng will be gone!

Many warrior monks in the temple looked eager to try, as if they were vying to teach Lin Yicong a profound lesson.

"Everyone, listen to the old man." Fang Zheng has a very high prestige in the temple, and he suppressed the opposition with a gesture, "Since the old man has spoken, how can he break his word and gain weight, you don't need to persuade again." ”

Of course, Fang Zheng has his own considerations for doing this, judging from the skills shown by Lin Yicong at present, there are only two or three people in the temple who can be his opponents, rather than letting him break them one by one and be majestic, it is better for him to personally go into battle to suppress the other party at the beginning.

Although Fang Zheng may end up in the name of bullying the small, it can be regarded as preserving the reputation of Shaolin after all.

However, Fang Zheng is most worried about Lin Tianheng who is standing behind Lin Yicong, how high is this ancestor's martial arts, and where are they from, Fang Zheng really has no bottom in his heart, if it is not handled properly, Shaolin Temple may suffer a catastrophe.

"Amitabha." Fang Zhengkou announced the Buddha's name, stepped forward and said, "The donor is still young, so the old man will let the donor make three moves first." ”

"Good!"

As soon as this word came out, Lin Yicong's whole person shot out like a cannonball, and a punch slammed into Fang Zheng's chest, the urgency of the fist was like a waterfall torrent, and the strength of the fist seemed to be able to crack the mountain and rubble.

This boxing is called "Kaishan Boxing", which is a boxing method obtained by Lin Tianheng in his early years, and the boxing strength is fierce and fierce.

Although Lin Yicong's skill is far inferior to Lin Tianheng, if a martial artist under the innate is hit in the chest by this punch, he will definitely have his five organs shattered and die on the spot.

Fang Zheng would not sit still, but he saw that his body flickered, his footwork was unpredictable, and he easily dodged Lin Yicong's powerful punch.

"Amitabha, there are two more tricks." As soon as this trick passed, Fang Zheng smiled.

Fang Zheng could see that although Lin Yicong's boxing technique was strong, it lacked change, and his footwork was cumbersome, so it would not pose a threat to him, so he put his mind at ease at the moment, and there was a smile on his face.

Fang Zheng could see that Lin Tianheng naturally understood it better, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: I thought that this kid suddenly had profound skills and acted so strongly, but now it seems that his person seems to be a bit of a tiger, and with such a fighting style, he is really blind to this handsome face.

As everyone knows, Lin Yicong is a person with a strong temperament, and all he practices is fierce martial arts, but he doesn't dare to be presumptuous in front of Lin Tianheng, the ancestor, but now his skills have increased greatly, and he can't help but reveal a little bit of his true face.

"Come again!" Lin Yicong shouted violently and bullied himself again.

Fang Zheng's footwork was exquisite, and he dodged Lin Yicong's two punches in a while.

"Amitabha, the three moves have passed, and the donor has also taken the old man's palm!" As he spoke, Fang Zheng's figure suddenly came, and a big hand suddenly poked out from the wide monk's sleeve.