Finally, Li Ming looked at the three powerful characters in front of him, Shaolin Temple, and shed tears of excitement.

A little monk came out of it, folded his hands, said a Buddha name, and asked in a loud voice, "Why did the donor come here?" ”

Li Ming also pretended to say the Buddha's name, saying that he had come to donate.

As a Shaolin temple with a large population, and most of them are people who practice martial arts. For those who practice martial arts, the consumption of energy in the body is very serious, especially when Shaolin Temple only eats vegetarian.

Then it leads to a very serious consequence, that is, if you eat too much, you must need money to buy food. Therefore, the Shaolin Temple showed ten times more enthusiasm for Li Ming, the rich man.

Especially after hearing that Li Ming was going to donate 500,000 taels, he was about to offer Li Ming like a Buddha.

Li Ming said calmly, calmly, he has eliminated many bandit dens along the way, and it is not surprising that he has this money.

When the abbot of Shaolin Temple heard that someone had donated so much money, he hurriedly rushed out of the meditation room, came to Li Ming's side, held Li Ming's hand, and snorted and cried. And he must also guarantee that Li Ming will definitely be able to go to the Western Elysium after he dies.

After hearing that Li Ming was going to stay for a while, he immediately arranged the best meditation room for Li Ming. As for the rules such as not allowing female guests to stay overnight, they are even more absent under the offensive of money.

So Li Ming and Li Mochou happily moved in, planning to visit the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Shaolin Temple at night.

That night, Li Ming quietly slipped out of the meditation room alone, and took advantage of the cover of the night to quietly go to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

There are many masters in Shaolin Temple, maybe the smiling fat monk is the terrifying master in the rivers and lakes in the past. So Li Ming and Li Mochou couldn't be careful.

However, there was still a chubby hand on Li Ming's shoulder.

Li Ming turned his head and saw a fat monk smiling at him, laughing and asking, "Where is the donor going?" ”

Li Ming tried to use the internal force to break away from the hand that was pressing his shoulder, but found that it was useless, the internal force in the other party's body was obviously much thicker than Li Ming's.

Just when Li Ming used his internal strength, the fat monk seemed to feel it. So he hit Li Ming the stomach with his other hand.

This time, he almost vomited Li Ming's stomach acid.

Li Ming had suffered such a crime, and immediately wanted to fight back, but before he could move, he was suppressed by the fat monk, and his limbs couldn't move.

The fat monk still had a smile on his face at this time.

Li Ming felt that he still underestimated the heroes of the world after all, and he didn't know how the fat monk came behind him just now, so he didn't even notice it.

Although there are also reasons why he didn't use telekinesis to scan it, but in terms of Li Ming's martial arts alone, he can be regarded as a small master, who can quietly reach behind Li Ming and suppress Li Ming so easily. This fat monk's martial arts are probably not inferior to the woman in Tsing Yi.

Shaolin Temple, it is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

The fat monk said: "Please also ask the donor to return to his meditation room, otherwise don't blame the poor monk for taking some violent measures." ”

"I'll go back, I'll go back." While Li Ming was talking to the fat monk and the snake, he used his mental power to control a needle that he had already prepared.

This needle was confiscated by Li Ming when he was fighting with a group of bandits, and it was the unique secret weapon of the Tang Sect, the Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle. Don't ask Li Ming how he knew, the two hundred and five used it before he deliberately shouted, "Look at my rainstorm pear flower needle", but as soon as the needle was ejaculated, it was captured by Li Ming with his telekinesis.

These needles are as thin as cow's hair, piercing people's bodies without any feeling, and the needles are also quenched with poison that seals the throat with blood. The only drawback to this weapon is that the needle itself is too fragile and too thin, requiring a specialized launcher to use.

But there are no shortcomings here in Li Ming, and his telekinesis is the best transmitter.

Quietly aim at the back of the head of the fat monk, and then send it forward.

The fat monk shook twice, and then fell to the ground with a muffled voice, and he didn't know how he died until he died.

Li Ming looked at the corpse of the fat monk who had fallen to the ground and breathed a sigh of relief. Running the internal force to the beaten stomach, I felt warm, and immediately relieved a lot of pain.

Li Ming dragged the fat monk's body to a corner, at least to ensure that it would not be discovered at night, and continued to walk towards the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

The Shaolin Temple's Scripture Pavilion is located on the right side of the middle of the entire temple, with no buildings around it, only a few bamboo forests. And the lights in the Pavilion have not been extinguished.

Li Ming looked at the lights lit up in the Scripture Pavilion, and couldn't help but feel a little heavy in his heart.

After all, who knows if there will be a big boss in it whose martial arts are comparable to that of a sweeping monk, Li Ming feels like he is brushing an online game, the fat monk in front is an elite monster, and then here is the big boss, and if he wins, he will burst out of the exercises.

The only thing that's different from the game is that you can't be resurrected if you die.

Li Ming thought about it for a while and decided to break into the Hidden Scripture Pavilion. First, Li Ming wanted to see what the world's top martial arts were like, and secondly, to see what level he could reach if he went all out.

Li Ming tiptoed a little, and rushed towards the room where the lights were on, and at the same time fired a few pear flower needles to insinuate the people in the room.

But before the needles could penetrate the window, they were stuck in the air and couldn't move.

Gathering qi into a wall, Li Ming's pupils shrank slightly, stopping the momentum of moving forward.

A voice came from the room: "Since you're here, why don't you come in and sit down." ”

This voice seemed to have a strange power, which made the blood in Li Ming's body boil, and he felt a burst of impetuousness.

Li Ming understood that this was caused by the vibration frequency of the sound. It can only be said that the roar of the lion of Buddhism is really broad and profound, and it is not groundless that the legend will shock people with a roar.

Li Ming didn't reply, because he was busy using his internal force to soothe his restless heart, otherwise, the disordered heartbeat would become a fatal point in the battle.

I saw that the window of the room opened, and a pen flew out towards Li Ming, and the entire tip of the pen condensed into a spiral pattern, with a high-speed rotation to Li Ming. If it hits Li Ming's body, it will be like a roadheader digging into a rock, drilling a big hole in Li Ming's body.

It is estimated that the people inside also expected that Li Ming would use internal force to smooth out the disordered heart rate, so they would not use internal force to dodge this pen. Therefore, the speed of the pen's flight is exactly stuck at that point in time. It makes people think that they can dodge with the strength of their bodies, but the last person who did so has already lost one hand by this pen.

But Li Ming was not the last person, he quickly calculated the flying speed and distance of the pen in his mind, so he used his mental power to move himself a few meters horizontally.

Dodged which deadly pen. The pen flew to the woods behind Li Ming, and forcibly broke a tree that was more than ten years old.

Li Ming heard the sound of the tree falling, and his heart became even more jealous of the people in the room. Because it is necessary to infuse such a huge amount of energy into an ordinary pen, but the speed of this flight is not fast.

It can be said that this person's control of the internal force has reached the point of being superb, and the internal force is contained in this pen, but not converted into kinetic energy, and the internal force will explode after the collision.

Don't look at this ordinary stroke, but the skills contained in it are impossible for ordinary martial arts people to practice for a lifetime.