Zhao Yuankui stayed in Shaolin Temple for nearly half a month, during this period of time, every night, there will be a miserable cry on the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda, like a cuckoo crying blood, it is really sad to hear it, and the listener is crying.

Although the cold poison in his body has been almost cleaned up, Zhao Yuankui is afraid of Huo Yuanzhen, seeing this abbot with weak legs, he wants to take a detour, every time he goes to the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda to heal, he grinds at the door and doesn't want to go in, he has to wait until Huo Yuanzhen yells, he obediently enters the tower with a shudder.

Sometimes Zhao Yuankui thought to himself, I am the prince, if my injuries are healed, it is likely that I will be the future emperor, why should I be afraid of this abbot!

But every time he faced Huo Yuanzhen, the courage he had finally mustered up would be crushed by the other party's deadly healing methods.

I don't know if this abbot is a half-doctor, the fiery fingers seem to roast themselves, when he thinks of this hellish torment, Zhao Yuankui can even wake up in a dream, afraid that this abbot has fallen into the root of the disease and cannot be eradicated.

After being tortured last night, Zhao Yuankui was scorched black again, and he was sobbing and dressing there.

Because the pure yang finger power is very destructive, and if you wear clothes, you will be scorched, so Zhao Yuankui had to heal without clothes in the next few days.

When he was getting dressed, Huo Yuanzhen told him that his cold poison had completely improved, and he didn't have to come to heal tomorrow night.

At that time, Zhao Yuankui was shocked, felt it carefully, and found that there was no sign of cold in his body before.

The main reason is that he has been tortured too miserably during this period of time, and he has been cursing the abbot, the bald demon, to die early all day long, and he has forgotten that he is still suffering from cold poison in his body, but he didn't expect that he is completely fine now!

Originally, Zhao Yuankui planned that once he got better, he would immediately scold this bald donkey, and then leave Shaolin, but when he was really well, he had no such mind at all, and the rest was only awe and gratitude.

So he was supposed to return today, but he didn't leave, but chose to stay one more day.

Putting on a white son's robe and taking a white paper fan, Zhao Yuankui is also a good boy with a flat demeanor and a literary quality, but now it looks like his hairstyle is a little messy.

There was no way, a lot of hair was scorched, so I had to tie it up haphazardly and tie it with a cloth belt.

He didn't take Xiao Shunzi with him, but took a slow walk in the Shaolin Temple alone.

For half a month, I stayed in Shaolin, and I was very familiar with everything here, it was early in the morning, the bell tower did not ring the bell, the temple door had not been opened, and there were no pilgrims.

The monk was chanting for a morning class, and the monk went out for a run, and now it should be on the side of the Drinking Horse Lake.

Shaolin monks all get up early, especially the warrior monks, and go out to practice martial arts before dawn.

Zhao Yuankui wanted to go over and see the excitement.

Shaking the fan and walking forward, I saw the old monk sweeping the floor again on the way.

The old monk has nothing else to do every day, it seems that he is always sweeping the floor, the Shaolin Temple is also big, there are many trees, there are always fallen leaves, once Zhao Yuankui saw that the old monk has been sweeping the floor, he couldn't help but tell him: "There are so many fallen leaves in this temple, when do you want to sweep it? It's better to wait for the autumn to pass, and then clean it together." ”

Unexpectedly, the old monk told him: "The old man is not sweeping the floor, but sweeping his own heart." ”

Since then, Zhao Yuankui has stopped talking to the old monk, who he thinks is not mentally normal.

In this Shaolin Temple, there are few normal ones, led by that demon abbot, and everyone has a problem with their brains.

So now when he saw the sweeping monk, he also turned a blind eye and went directly to the back mountain.

Huo Yuanzhen was in a good mood today, and finally sent the hateful prince away, and the cold poison was cleared by himself, which can be regarded as fulfilling one of Ning Wanjun's wishes.

He got up early to see the Shaolin monks practicing boxing.

It is now September 27, and there are three days left, which is the day of the Henan Provincial Martial Arts Conference.

And tomorrow is the September lottery, Huo Yuanzhen plans to set off for the Songshan faction after the lottery is completed.

Although Shaolin Temple is not far from the Songshan Sect for hundreds of miles, Huo Yuanzhen didn't want to be in such a hurry, so he went over early and learned more about the situation.

With these things in my heart, there is no good effect on the practice, and it is also a pastime to come out to see the practice of Shaolin disciples.

When they get up in the morning, the Shaolin monks finish washing, and the first thing they do is to run, running from Luohan Hall to the shore of Yinma Lake, which is already a habit.

Although it is already golden autumn, but the amount of running exercise is still very large, the warrior monks are very thin, more than forty warrior monks, together with Hui Wu, Hui Niu, Hui Jian, all wearing single shirts.

The clothes are made of silk and satin under the jurisdiction of Shaolin, which are smooth and soft, and the fabric is uniform.

Hui Wuwei was the head of the Luohan Hall, standing in front of the team, and beside him were Hui Niu and Hui Jian.

"Take a break!"

The warrior monk moves in unison, stretching out one leg.

"Stand upright!"

"Wow!", and all the warrior monks immediately turned into nails.

"Look to the right!"

The queue was instantly lined up.

"Turn right, run and go!"

The three Hui Wu in front first turned around collectively, and the warrior monks behind also turned around and ran in the direction of the back mountain.

Hui Wu ran while shouting the trumpet.

"Ahh

This is what Huo Yuanzhen taught him at the beginning, the queue slogan must be shouted, Shaolin warrior monks, to implement militarized management.

It's just that what Huo Yuanzhen taught him at the beginning was "one, one, one, two!"

And Hui Wu had a little accent, and after he shouted out, it was: "Yahh

But the victory lies in the loud voice, the tone is abrupt, and it is very imposing, and the Shaolin monks take uniform steps, following the feet of Hui Wu and others, running faster and faster.

Going out from the back door of Shaolin, it is five or six miles to reach the Drinking Horse Lake, these people ran to the place in ten minutes, each body was steaming, and when they arrived at the place, they stretched out their arms and legs, and moved to prepare for boxing.

As soon as they arrived, Huo Yuanzhen also arrived.

"Abbot!"

Everyone saluted.

Huo Yuanzhen waved his hand, and then said to everyone: "I am a new Shaolin, and the time for everyone to join Shaolin is also short, and now both the rivers and lakes are surging and the war is about to break out. ”

First of all, he made everyone nervous, and Huo Yuanzhen said: "My Shaolin is a Buddhist sect, but it is also a sect of rivers and lakes, what can we do to protect ourselves? Do we rely on Buddhism? Or do we rely on believers? No, for some extremely vicious enemies, the only thing that can protect ourselves is our own force, our fist skills, and our sticks, knives and guns." ”

Looking around, everyone was listening to their own words, Huo Yuanzhen said again: "I Shaolin, benevolence and righteousness first, no matter who it is, it is the first to reason, the reason can make sense is the best, once there is a time when it doesn't make sense, we can't talk about compassion with the enemy, today's Shaolin is not easy to come by, no one can destroy it! Whoever dares to destroy our homeland, we will surpass him!"

Listening to Huo Yuanzhen's passionate speech, the Shaolin monks were all excited.

Those who are willing to practice martial arts basically have no peace, they are all at the age of blood and strength, and they are not willing to be wronged, but Shaolin is a Buddhist, so it is natural to be polite to everyone.

Many warrior monks also discussed in private what attitude should be towards the enemy, and most people thought that they had to be ruthless enough to deal with the enemy, but no one dared to talk about this in front of the abbot.

Now that the abbot has made his attitude clear, the warrior monks are naturally happy and spontaneously applaud the abbot.

Huo Yuanzhen pressed his hands: "A real temple, there must be a cohesive force, there must be a common belief, the belief we have, it is our Dharma, but the cohesion, now is not enough, we must unite and move forward." ”

Hui Jian at the front of the team asked, "Abbot, what method can improve cohesion?"

Huo Yuan really thought for a while: "Sing!"

All the warrior monks looked at each other, why did they still sing?

This is what Huo Yuanzhen has planned a long time ago, a world has an international anthem, a country must have a national anthem, and there are countless hymns to praise the motherland and praise the party, these songs have united the hearts of several generations.

Even the Young Pioneers have a team song, and their own Shaolin Temple can't lose to the Young Pioneers.

As for what songs to sing, Huo Yuanzhen had already thought about it, and today was an opportunity to teach these warrior monks first, and then slowly teach the monks when they went back.

On the shore of Yuma Lake, sparkling, the early morning sun with a hint of coolness, shining on the bodies of Shaolin people.

Everyone gathered together in a large circle, listening to the abbot singing in the middle.

Huo Yuanzhen sang while teaching others, and kept directing, telling everyone where to go to the high note, where to plosive, when to swing punches, when to kick.

Fortunately, these people are very smart, and after about an hour, this song of Shaolin Temple is finally fully congregated.

Just as he was about to demonstrate it, Huo Yuanzhen saw Zhao Yuankui coming over from a distance.

It doesn't hurt to let him take a look, go back to Chang'an, and promote his Shaolin.

"All set!"

Hui Wu shouted over there, and all the disciples answered in unison, and then took off all their shirts, each revealing strong muscles that were a little shiny in the sun.

"Line up!"

The disciples quickly lined up, forty people lined up in five rows, five meters apart.

"Remember what the abbot taught just now! It's time to practice boxing and boxing, and sing it neatly to me in the middle! Whoever has a problem, I don't have to eat when I go back at noon!"

"Yes!"

"Okay, get ready!"

With Hui Wu taking the lead, all the disciples tied up their horses together, and Hui Wu, Hui Niu and Hui Jian stood at the front of the team.

Huo Yuanzhen waved his hand, and all of them made a punch neatly!

Immediately afterwards, a loud song sounded, and the song of Shaolin Temple finally echoed in Shaolin Mountain!

ps: Today's second and last chapter is a public chapter, it's on the shelves at twelve o'clock in the morning, and three chapters will be passed on at once, and the poor monks will also stay up all night waiting for the arrival of your benefactors!

Let's guess one more, what is the temple song of Shaolin Temple?

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