The police were transferred, the news was blocked, the security guards were vulnerable, a large number of tourists were evacuated by various means, only half an hour before and after, the huge Shaolin Temple Scenic Area has been deserted, and the lively scene before seems to be fake.

Lei Ben and the three of them are like bamboos all the way, they will be beaten when they encounter a bald head, and they will be beaten when they see a monk, whether you are a devout disciple, an old monk with long eyebrows, or a small novice, they all treat everyone equally, and they are just and impartial.

I came with great expectations, but it turned out to be disappointing.

Under the huge reputation, there is no one who is really good at martial arts.

Occasionally, a dance and dance Zaza came out, and the one who could compare two strokes was only a slightly stronger ant, and he was not as good as an athlete who had been practicing sanda for a long time in terms of force.

Qi Shan sent a large number of people to the mountain, except for plundering a large number of scriptures and books, as well as some quaint old objects, there was no harvest at all.

The Pavilion has long been turned into a tourist attraction, and the decorations and furnishings inside are carefully designed and selected, although they are very valuable, but they are meaningless to Qishan.

The so-called Shaolin 72 stunt didn't even see a single hair.

Seeing that the large army had returned in vain, Qi Shan's heart suddenly swelled with irrepressible irritability.

When Lei Ben returned to the mountain gate with the team, an old monk in the pavilion stopped in front of everyone.

He has a calm complexion, wears a casual t-shirt and cowboy cool, and even has half an inch of short hair on top of his head.

This person is of medium height, no more than 1.7 meters tall, and although he is a little old on the outside, his skin is shiny, and he looks like an ordinary elderly person who is well maintained.

Even if he doesn't wear monk's robes and doesn't look like a monk, the strange thing is that everyone will judge him as a monk at the first glance when they see him.

He stopped everyone, and just said a faint word, which aroused Qi Shan's interest.

"The Shaolin martial arts inheritance is no longer in the temple, this donor knows this, why work hard! Please put your things down, there is nothing in there that the donor is looking for. ”

His eyes were level, revealing a faint and calm, looking at these eyes, Qi Shan had the illusion that he seemed to be looking at himself through the screen.

The so-called donor in his mouth is exactly what he refers to.

Qi Shan suddenly became interested, thought about it for a while, and immediately connected to the nanoworm in Lei Ben's brain, and said through his mouth: "Do you know where the real Shaolin warrior monk is?" Tell me, you can leave these things behind! ”

He shook his head and said, "Since the death of my junior brother, where are there any warrior monks in Shaolin." The so-called 72 stunts are just false rumors. ”

Qi Shan said: "Shaolin doesn't have it, what about Wudang?" ”

He smiled, shook his head, and said, "Why should the donor ask knowingly? ”

Qi Shan also smiled, "You really know!" ”

After speaking, he waved his hand and said, "Grab it and take it away!" ”

The two big men behind him stepped forward quickly, and the old monk's calm face was slightly panicked, and he took a step back and said, "Donor, what does this mean?" It can be said that the old monk already knows everything, so why should the donor be aggressive? ”

"Look, there's still something in my stomach! If I caught you, this time it was not in vain! ”

Qi Shan nodded, turned around and left.

It's easy to meet a person who understands and doesn't understand two bullshit, and wants to reverse the situation? Read too many novels, right?

"Huh? Huh? You ......"

The big man smashed his fist over, and he fainted without hesitation, dragging his trouser belt like a dead dog, and turned around and quickly followed the team.

It was only more than an hour before and after, and I swept the Shaolin Temple, beat down a piece of true and false monks, harvested a large number of ancient scriptures and various magic weapons, and took an old monk with it.

It's finally a bit of a bonus!

Qi Shan turned back on this side, and on the other side, the Super Cup had already played the first preliminary game.

Qiangxiong was playing golf leisurely, preparing a sudden phone call, and was stunned.

"What? Forty to zero? ”

A few days ago, I saw this so-called Shaolin team at the registration office, and it looked like a dog, which was a regular football team, but he also didn't pay attention to it.

Because the head coach of this team is the golden right foot that he has been bullying for 20 years.

This person was a waste back then, and after 20 years of slump, his mentality has already collapsed into scum. The football team brought out by such a person is not worth it at all.

In line with the habitual suppression, he adjusted the preliminary round bracket slightly.

I thought I would kick the Shaolin team out directly, but I didn't expect to be slapped in the face.

The green tendons on Qiangxiong's hands burst out, the mobile phone was pinched and clicked, green tendons appeared on his face, but a big smile cracked at the corner of his mouth, "Interesting, really interesting, the thousand-year-old salted fish also wants to turn over?" Slippery world! ”

He raised his hand, and his subordinates hurriedly trotted over and respectfully called Brother Xiong.

"Shaolin team, you go deal with it! The old rules! ”

"Yes, Brother Xiong!"

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On the helicopter, Qi Shan was quickly browsing the old monk's memory.

This person doesn't look like him on the outside, but he is already a genuine seventy-year-old, and the memories of his life are cumbersome, complicated and extremely long.

Dealing with this kind of intricate information is Hawkeye's strength, she will export the memory input, before and after only 30 seconds, she has done tens of millions of data analysis and classification, and Qi Shan wants to know, pick out.

In the memory of the old monk, the warrior monk and Shaolin kung fu are real.

The one who used Shaolin Kung Fu in front of him was also a monk, who was obviously much older than him and much stronger.

After comparison, it is certain that this monk is the master of Zhou Xingxing's six people.

The force shown by this monk was completely in line with Qi Shan's conjecture.

Zhou Xingxing's so-called Shaolin kung fu on them is really not complete.

Their six brothers are like six pieces of a puzzle, and when they come together, they are complete Shaolin Kung Fu.

And this set of kung fu also has a familiar name, Luohan Boxing!

That's right!

What kind of strong King Kong legs, iron palms floating on water, etc., it's all nonsense.

The old monk was just because of the decline of martial arts at that time, and the Shaolin monks had reached the verge of crisis of breaking the dynasty.

At that time, martial arts novels were rampant, and in order to accept a few more disciples, the old monk made this decision.

It turns out that changing the name of the cool crazy cock still works.

"I see!" Qi Shan muttered: "It seems that our judgment was very correct before, this plane is really a real martial art, but after thousands of years of inheritance, it has gradually been lost. What is left is nothing more than the simplest and most basic things.

Shaolin Luohan boxing, Wudang Taiji.

This is also due to the status of Shaolin Wudang Taishan Beidou, compared to the martial arts of other sects, I am afraid that there will be more than one auspicious.

Luohan boxing, nice thing! ”

Qi Shan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile.