Although "Iron Head Gong" is a basic martial arts, it also requires hard work, and if you don't do it, you have to bring a lot of green bricks and shoot them on your head one after another, this kind of almost masochistic behavior makes Huo Yuan's heart tremble.

Originally, Huo Yuanzhen thought that he couldn't learn it easily, but when he opened the book to study, the various essentials of Iron Head Gong suddenly poured into his mind, and his entire head seemed to have changed.

This process lasted for about ten minutes, and after ten minutes, Huo Yuanzhen opened his eyes.

Huo Yuanzhen has determined that he has completely learned the iron head skill, and he has reached the highest level of the iron head skill, the whole head is as hard as iron, if he can't think of committing suicide in the future, he will definitely not succeed if he hits the wall, and he will not lose a piece of his scalp if he collapses the wall.

It is estimated that the trick of oil hammer empowerment is similar to tickling for the current self.

Touching his bald head with his hand, Huo Yuanzhen really didn't know how to express his feelings, it seems that this basic martial arts is really useful, even if he has extracted advanced martial arts, but this iron head skill is also indispensable.

has the slight internal force of Tongzigong's body, and now his head has become a killing weapon, Huo Yuanzhen can't be said to be a complete martial arts rookie, but he still can't do it at all, but with this head, it is enough for him to hit anyone unexpectedly.

It's just that Huo Yuan will never expose his kung fu until he has to, without it, it's too embarrassing, the dignified Shaolin abbot, standing up bald and topping, I feel tragic when I think about it.

After learning the Iron Head Gong, Huo Yuanzhen looked at the martial arts cheats in his hand, this cheats seemed to have changed, and it became a pure cheats, which introduced the steps of practicing Tietou Gong, Huo Yuanzhen was very sure, now give this cheats to others to practice, there is absolutely no such magical power to learn Dacheng at a glance.

But that's good, the cheats I have used can be used to teach the disciples, after all, one of my tasks is to make Shaolin the number one faction in the world, and I can't do it alone.

took a board and slapped it on his head, the board was torn apart, and he didn't even feel it on his head, Huo Yuanzhen made sure that he had indeed practiced the iron head gong, and then put away the cheats.

The first martial arts that he couldn't get his hands on, Huo Yuan really felt hungry, it had been two days, and he hadn't eaten a serious meal, and his hands were a little trembling when he was distracted.

Before he could go out to find a clean house for them to cook, Yijing had already pushed the door in.

"Senior Brother Abbot, it's time to cook."

Huo Yuanzhen paused for a moment: "Am I in charge of cooking?"

"yes, it used to be you."

Huo Yuanzhen recalled, it seems that it is true, it was indeed this Yijie who was responsible for cooking in the past.

But Huo Yuanzhen also remembered that in fact, the difficulty in Shaolin Temple was not cooking, but carrying water.

There is a small drinking horse lake in the back mountain of Yuzhai Mountain, but it is more than ten miles away from the location of Shaolin Temple, and carrying water has always been a big problem.

Touching his bald head, Huo Yuanzhen said: "In the past, it was right that I cooked, but now it's different, I'm the abbot, have you ever seen the abbot cook himself?

"What then?", Ichijing was a little sluggish, and he didn't know how to pat the new abbot's sycophants.

Even if it is filmed, it is useless, Huo Yuan really won't go to carry water.

"It's easy to do, in the future, you will be responsible for carrying water, and the senior brother will be responsible for cooking, so it's decided."

Yijing scratched his head with some hesitation, "Senior Brother Abbot, but I still have to practice martial arts."

"It's okay to practice martial arts, senior brother, I have learned the iron head gong now, I can teach you."

"Iron Head Gong!".

Yijing's eyes lit up immediately, Shaolin Temple has no advanced martial arts at all, the former abbot of Xuanming just taught Fuhu Fist and a set of half-hanging footwork, and saw the Buddha go, Yijing as the first master of Shaolin, in fact, it is also very loose outside, and he was immediately excited when he heard that his senior brother of Yijie was going to teach him new martial arts.

"Do you want to learn?".

"Of course".

"Okay, after ten days of carrying water, I will teach you the Iron Head Gong", Huo Yuanzhen put forward the conditions, and then took out the Iron Head Gong secret book, and fiddled with it a few times in front of Yijing like a treasure, but only turned two pages and put it away.

"No problem!", as soon as he was about to come down, he glanced at the cheats in Huo Yuanzhen's hand fiercely, and immediately turned around and ran out.

After finishing it, Huo Yuanzhen took out the scriptures left by the old monk again.

This is a fragment of the Diamond Sutra, to say that the old monk was poor enough before, there are two fragmented scriptures that are regarded as treasures, and this half of the Diamond Sutra has not been taught to the disciples.

Huo Yuanzhen didn't care about this, and took the scriptures to find them.

Yikong had been thinking about this scripture for a long time, and when he saw Huo Yuanzhen give the scripture to himself, the condition was that he would be responsible for cooking in the future, so he agreed without thinking about it.

After arranging the cooking, Huo Yuanzhen continued to go back to practice his palms.

After a while, it was time to eat.

There is a hall behind the small temple, which is a broken thatched house, Huo Yuanzhen tidied up his monk's robes, walked into the hall with a graceful attitude, and before he could put the abbot's score, he was stunned by the food on the table.

Three shriveled yellow noodles are full of heads, and there is no oil star on a plate of unknown wild vegetables.

"That's what we usually eat?" I was very hungry, but now I don't have any appetite.

"Yes, that's it", it's not strange to have an empty and a clean, make a meal.

Huo Yuanzhen couldn't help but have a big head, he was stronger than this level in the old society in his previous life, but he didn't expect to cross over, his identity has improved, and this level of life has come down.

To reform and develop, Shaolin must not be like this.

Holding the shriveled steamed bun and swallowing it hard, Huo Yuanzhen secretly made up his mind.

Under this kind of food, Huo Yuanzhen also had no strength, lay down on the hard wooden bed, lit a small oil lamp and began to formulate a plan for the development of Shaolin.

It's useless to ask about this matter, the only way they give them is to turn into fate, and they can't think of a high trick.

Huayuan is actually asking for rice, Huo Yuan really doesn't like to ask for food, but at the moment, Shaolin is poor and white, and there is not a single copper plate, so there is really not much to do if you don't turn into a relationship.

In the past, when the old monk was there, every three or five months, a year and a half, he could still do practical things for people, get two small money to make a living, but now the old monk is gone, and the Dharma can't be done.

It seems that he should train his senior brother well, let him learn the Dharma, and go out to do things to make money.

Of course, Senior Brother Guang can't do it alone, Shaolin still needs to recruit other disciples, at least ten or eight monks go out to do things together, and the scene is big enough, and then there will be more points.

In the past, Shaolin paid attention to everything according to fate, as the saying goes, medicine does not die of disease, Buddha has a fate, only fate can enter Shaolin, Huo Yuanzhen thinks that this is absolutely not good.

First of all, you must have preferential policies and generous conditions to attract a large number of people to join Shaolin, otherwise now so many Jianghu sects recruit disciples, why do people come to the mountains to drink the northwest wind with you!

Even those who have an unsatisfactory life, a frustration in love, no confidence in life, no determination in death, and then decide to escape into the empty door, I am afraid they can't stand this hard life.

The spirit can stand it, and the stomach can't stand it.

After thinking about it for most of the night, Huo Yuanzhen formulated many rules that subverted the precepts of Buddhism, but for the time being, he couldn't say that he had not yet reached the authority of his word, and he didn't take his abbot too seriously.

It is still necessary to recruit disciples, who are absolutely loyal to themselves, and when there are more people and more people who support them, and then announce this matter, then there will be much less resistance.

Early the next morning, General Huo Yuanzhen drank a bowl of porridge with a handful of rice grains, and then went down the mountain.

The environment on Shaomu Mountain is quiet, with green pines and cypresses, green grass, birds and cicadas in the forest from time to time, and occasionally squirrels or rabbits can be seen in the forest.

Huo Yuanzhen, who was anxious about how to develop the sect, was also in a better mood, and enjoyed the scenery in the forest while walking.

A melodious singing voice came from afar, it was a female voice, crisp and pleasant.

"It's her!".

Huo Yuanzhen immediately heard that this was the shepherd girl under the mountain.

Huo Yuanzhen crossed over to Yijie's body, and naturally inherited the memory of Yijie, and was very impressed by this shepherdesss girl who was very cute when she was a child.

The shepherdess girl is called Lin Rou, a person from Fenglin Village under the mountain, who met Yijie when she was young, and is now sixteen years old.

Whenever the shepherdess sings, the people who work around will take a break and listen to the mountain songs, which is also a pastime and a kind of enjoyment.

This kind of primitive singing voice was not heard in the previous life, at that time, there was a sound of moaning without disease everywhere, and now this kind of singing voice is even more unique to Huo Yuanzhen.

Walking slowly, listening with relish, suddenly Lin Rou screamed in the distance, and at the same time there were several men's laughter.

"Oops!".

Sensing that something had happened to Lin Rou, Huo Yuanzhen couldn't take any more steps, pinned the ugly earthy yellow monk's robe to his waist, and ran quickly in the direction of the sound.

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