In the early morning, a light snow covered the Shaolin Temple with a white veil.

On the twentieth day of the lunar month, the Spring Festival is approaching.

On the morning of the same day, at 11 o'clock, with the sound of the 'doodoo' car horn, more than 20 cars with different provincial license plates drove from the distant highway intersection and stopped in a parking lot at the foot of Shaolin Mountain.

Also accompanied by the sound of 'click', the door of the middle vehicle opened, and Zhao Zhou stepped out of the car, his footsteps did not stop, and the diameter went in the direction of Shaolin.

Immediately afterwards, more than 50 people wearing practice uniforms also got down from other vehicles, followed Zhao Zhou's side or behind him, carrying some special snacks in their hands, passing through the crowd of passengers, and also walking along the road to climb the mountain.

Similarly, this time when I came to Shaolin, except for a few Yang seniors who were busy with business at the end of the year, Yang Ping and others were all accompanied, and the other disciples were also elites selected by the competition.

"What's going on? Is it here to seek Buddha, or..."Such a big posture also made the passers-by curious, looking at the backs of Zhao Zhou and others to guess.

"It's not going to kick the mountain for a dozen years, is it?" Some travelers were about to go back to eat, but when they saw the posture of Zhao Zhou and others, they stopped walking.

"Good guy, there's a show to watch today!"

Curious travelers also wanted to follow and take a look, but as Zhao Zhou stepped into the main gate and walked to the backyard, Zhao Zhou and the others were introduced by a welcoming monk with a smile. But the curious tourists who wanted to see the excitement were stopped by several Shaolin disciples on duty, making them retreat in embarrassment.

"Master Zhao, Master received your post a few days ago, but he was happy for a long time. It has always been said that 'President Zhao came to this temple as a guest, which is very glorious'. And the master also prepared for a long time to entertain Master Zhao this time, and specially called Uncle Yongse and others back. ”

After the disciple who led the way received Zhao Zhou, he was also very talkative.

Along the way, there were many topics to talk about, and it was estimated that the business of Shaolin Temple was handled by him.

"I came in a hurry, but I nagged you."

Zhao Zhou replied, walking in the backyard, and saw the snow-sweeping monks who saluted the Buddha, and they also returned the salute. In terms of etiquette, I don't have to be picky, and I don't pride myself because of the name of the world's number one master.

In particular, he didn't come to Shaolin today to play. Instead, he practiced martial arts for 30 years, and opened his own magical powers, and suddenly on a whim, he wanted to deduce a boxing routine that suited him.

But he also knows that he has only been practicing martial arts for 30 years, and if he is compared to many old boxers, it is still much worse. After all, he has learned a lot in the past 30 years, and he pays attention to killer heavy moves, so he is definitely not as good as a master who has studied a boxing routine.

In the same way, he doesn't think that he is a genius or a talent, and he doesn't think that he has the ability to calculate new boxing techniques. It is better to combine the hard work of the predecessors, summarize a book of boxing moves that suit you, and then slowly improve, summarize yourself, and then create your own.

"I'm okay with Dan now, and the GOD leader doesn't know where to nest. It's better to take advantage of my leisure time to deduce the moves and routines, which can be regarded as deepening my impression of martial arts. After all, there is no end to learning, and although I have stood at the pinnacle of this world's playing style, I am only a flat boat in the sea of learning, and I don't know the end. ”

Zhao Zhou thought about using two minds, and while talking with the leading disciples without losing etiquette, he was figuring out the boxing moves, polishing the Dan Jin, holding one qi and blood, and the whole body was peaceful and peaceful.

In addition, he is now wearing a white practice uniform, and his face is mild, he really has the bearing of a great master of national arts, so that the monks and disciples who come and go to sweep the snow and do classes are impressed, as if they have seen the golden-bodied Bodhisattva placed in the treasure hall.

This is Zhao Zhou's spirit has been hugged together, in other words, it has become a 'non-leaking golden pill'.

also caused.

Let the abbot, who heard that Zhao Zhou was coming, went out of the meditation room, and the moment he suddenly saw Zhao Zhou in the backyard, he was also stunned and surprised. guessed that Zhao Zhou should be a 'land immortal' with a spirit of holding Dan.

And although this abbot doesn't know any martial arts in Zhao Zhou's opinion, he has many masters of Shaolin Temple, he has seen a lot, seen a lot, read a lot, and knows a little more.

Otherwise, you don't know anything, and you can't do the position of abbot.

Then, when he saw Zhao Zhou in the backyard at this time, he could also see that Zhao Zhou was in such a state of holding Dan, that is, he had gathered the spirit of the whole person to a point, without missing a trace, that is, as the saying goes, 'without leaking the golden body, the avenue has been completed'.

"As the abbot of Shaolin, I have read ancient and modern scriptures, and I have seen such records in the scriptures, and many ancestors have cultivated them, but they are only a handful and have never seen them. But I never thought that now this Zhao Shizhu can hold his spirit round, just like in the scriptures, God does not leak out, and he is at ease. Cultivating to such a realm, if you want to hold the golden pill again, you can be undefeated in the flesh after death, and you are no different from the Bodhidharma Patriarch..."

He thought for a moment, smiled and played a Buddha horn, and brought several brothers who were also of the same generation of 'Yong' to greet each other.

"Amitabha, Zhao Shi's main boxing technique has reached the realm of Arhats. If the tiger is subdued, I am afraid that it is just leisure. ”

"Abbot."

Zhao Zhou had already noticed that the abbot was coming, but he didn't think much about it.

At this time, he returned a salute, looked at a few people outside the abbot, and found that one of the monks was also like a 'living bodhisattva', standing in a fluttering snow, but not a single snowflake fell, all evaporated at their necklines, very strange, as if they had internal strength to avoid snow and rain.

"This is junior brother Yongse." The abbot saw that Zhao Zhou's gaze shifted, and he was also busy introducing.

And Yongse is also the master of Shaolin Temple, and he came back from abroad two days ago, just to meet Zhao Zhou, to explore Zhao Zhou's reality, and to reflect their Shaolin Temple's etiquette and hospitality.

After all, the only Danjin master that Shaolin Temple can take out now is Yongse, and he is still guarding abroad, which is also because there is no intrigue in China, and there is basically no need for a master to be in the town.

However, when Shaolin heard that Zhao Zhou, the 'number one master in the world', came to visit, for the sake of courtesy and guests, he would definitely summon Yongse back.

"Master Eternal Color." Zhao Zhou also followed the local customs, heard the abbot's introduction, and called a Buddha number to Yongse.

"Master Zhao." Yongse glanced at Zhao Zhou a few times, and saw that Zhao Zhou played a square Buddha number etiquette, and his face was solemn and polite, as if he was more standard than anyone else.

also wait until the mutual salute is over.

Under the guidance of the abbot, Zhao Zhou and the others went to a courtyard, as if they were holding a wedding banquet and eating wine in ordinary villages and towns.

Then I heard the wooden fish chanting in the nearby courtyard 'A Ginseng, Buddha Relics', the sky was snowing, and my mind was clear, as if the earth was white.

"Lord Zhao is here to borrow books?"

also waited until everyone tasted a few sips of tea.

The abbot at the main table took the lead in speaking and looked at Zhao Zhou, who was at the same table.

"Yes." Zhao Zhou did not hide it, put down the teacup, and said bluntly: "I have always heard that the world's martial arts are out of Shaolin, and I have long had a yearning for it, I don't know if the abbot can be accommodating, look at one or two."

"What's wrong with that?" The abbot of Shaolin was generous and benevolent, and when he heard Zhao Zhou's straightforward words, instead of getting angry, he asked several disciples to go to the backyard, "Although I am not from the same door as Zhao Shizhu. But they are all Chinese boxers, they are a family, and it is a trivial matter to hear books. ”

The words fell.

Not too long.

These disciples walked back with a few large boxes and 'stepped on', holding the shelf very upright, and it was indispensable to work hard for one or two decades.

It's just that when the abbot saw these books, his style of speech changed, as if he had stepped into modern society from the vast rivers and lakes, "The time is too short, there are too many scriptures and secrets in Shaolin Temple, and the disciples can't copy them completely." Then, in the past few days, I asked a few disciples to go to the bottom of the mountain and buy a multi-functional photocopier and print all the scriptures. ”

Shaolin Temple has a collection of tens of millions, and there are more than 10 million of boxing cheats alone, which are copied by people, and it is definitely impossible. Lending it out is even more unfortunate.

The best way, and the most unharmful, and the most favorable, is to make a copy and let Zhao Zhou take it away.

"Thank you." Zhao Zhou got up and hugged his fists, and he didn't check whether the scriptures were wrong, whether he would practice and go crazy when the time came.

Because with his boxing experience, such a thing would definitely not happen to him.

In the same way, the abbot has given all this book, and he has given favors, and he can't do the whole thing of disgusting people, which is harmful to others and himself.

And wait until the big thing is over.

Light meals, steamed buns on top.

Tea instead of wine.

Zhao Zhou was also in this light snow open-air, chatting with the abbot while eating.

But he never thought that when the abbot was eating, as if he felt unwell, he took out a radio from the collar of the monk's robe and asked one of the disciples to put it in the inner room.

"The abbot also likes to listen to the commentary? Opera? Zhao Zhou asked.

"Well, I've been used to it since I was a child, and now I occasionally listen to 'Yang Jiajiang'." The abbot nodded, perhaps because Shaolin is now commercialized, and also said a very fashionable metaphor, "If you say, my operas and storytelling at that time are just like pop songs now." When I have nothing to do, I always like to hum two songs. ”

"Well, I also like to listen to dramas and tell stories, as if I have returned to the front of the battle, the rivers and lakes." Zhao Zhou felt it, and found a common topic, and chatted with the abbot about opera and storytelling.

But.

After eating, Yongse sat down on the bench, as if he was regaining his spirit.

At the end, after another ten minutes or so, he saw that Zhao Zhou had also finished eating, and after chatting with the abbot about the opera, he suddenly got up and played a Buddha horn and said: "Master Zhao, the little monk has heard that you have won the name of an invincible opponent in the capital, and he has admired it for a long time, can you take a hand or two?" I don't want the little monk to return to China. ”

Yongse spoke very politely, and his words were all smiling, for fear that the meaning of this guidance would make the two parties think that they were provoking trouble.

Similarly, the abbot did not stop it when he heard this, and the people of the Yang family were not angry. After all, Zhao Zhou came to visit today, and the book was taken kindly, and the meal was eaten safely, so he had to follow the rules of the visit and take two hands, right?

"Eternal Color, please."

Zhao Zhou also knew this charter, and then he didn't think much about it, his toes were a little on the ground, the tables and chairs didn't move, but his body was like a flying swallow, he crossed a distance of about fifty meters backwards and stood in the open space outside the courtyard.

"What a swallow to point to water! This Zhao Shizhu's body style is about to become a martial arts master's light skills! Yongse's pupils shrank, and just by seeing this scene, he knew that he was not Zhao Zhou's opponent.

But the words were spoken, and everyone watched.

He pondered, feeling that even if he couldn't beat it, he had to do enough to open the scene, and he couldn't lose etiquette.

Then, his blood surged, the force started from the dantian, and his legs exerted force with a 'click', his hands swung like rowing, and the person flew out like a cannonball, and the soles of his feet hit the ground three times halfway, and he also stood three meters in front of Zhao Zhou.

"Please!" He played a Buddha name, and his mind quickly adjusted.

"Please." Zhao Zhou also hugged his fists.

And it also fell with the courtesy.

Yongse saw that Zhao Zhou did not move, and knew that Zhao Zhou was making a move.

There was no delay.

He picked up the claw with one hand, and pushed back with the other, his five fingers were like iron hooks, and the air 'swished', and a simple black tiger plucked out his heart, enveloping Zhao Zhou's heart.

With his explosive power, if he grasps it this time, the cement slab can dig out a hole!

It can also be seen that the Buddhists are charitable and kind on the surface, but this kung fu is all murderous kung fu, and there is no such thing as mercy at all.

However, it's not that Yongse wants to kill Zhao Zhou, it's just that when he saw Zhao Zhou's 'swallow water' just now, he knew that he was too far behind in terms of strength and escape kung fu, so it was better to let go of his hands and feet to fight, and it was really 'the disciple to ask the teacher'.

"The strength of this Yongse move is also complete, not to mention that it has 10,000 catties of strength." Zhao Zhou saw the attacking Yongse, like the immovable Ming King in the hall next door, his legs did not move, he took a sharp breath, and his heart swelled.

The sound of 'rumbling', heard in the ears of Yongse in the vicinity, was like a drum roaring, as if he was grasping his own grasp, not a person's heart, but a cowhide war drum standing on the battlefield.

It can be seen that Zhao Zhou has held Dan for five years, and the inner and outer Dan have blended, and he has practiced hard qigong to an unbelievable level.

Bang Bang –

As Zhao Zhou did not dodge or dodge, he concentrated his strength on his chest, and the left side was shocked and shocked.

Yongse could grasp a claw of the cement slab, as if it was really grasping on the cowhide, and was relieved by Zhao Zhou's shock. At this time, the 10,000 catties of huge force were less than 20%, and the fingers were also shaken.

At the same time, Zhao Zhou received a blow from Yongse, and slammed his bow back, and after discharging the remaining strength, he rounded his arm and aimed at Yongse's head like opening the heavens, and slashed with one hand!

Bang! There was a sonic boom, and the air was flowing rapidly!

At the time when the Yongse hairs exploded, shrunk his waist and crossed his knees, and jumped more than four meters away, and there was still a great terror in his heart, Zhao Zhou's blow fell lightly, like a butterfly wearing flowers, and accurately cut a small hole on the sleeve of the Yongse shirt that he had fled from, and then tiptoed a little, and returned to the place where the battle began.

"Master Eternal Color."

Zhao Zhou went from moving to static, his expression remained unchanged, as if he had never moved, and said to Yongse, who turned to look at him: "Accept."

"Is this a miraculous power close to the end of the world? Or was it just a delusion? ”

The life and death crisis in Yongse's heart disappeared, and after taking a breath, he saw that Zhao Zhou's breath was stable, and he looked down at his not obvious crossed sleeves, thought in his heart, suddenly folded his hands, and suddenly bowed and said: "Thank you Zhao Shizhu's subordinates for their mercy." If you had just chopped it off, the little monk would have gone to the Buddha today. ”

As he spoke, seeing Zhao Zhou's kind face, he didn't know what to think, and suddenly said: "Master Zhao, if you enter my Buddhism, even if you hang the title of a layman, you can be crowned a Bodhisattva today!"

"Bodhisattva?" Zhao Zhou's expression remained unchanged, and he returned the salute to Yongse: "Master Yongse, I studied under Yang's Taiji."

"Sin, sin, sin. It was the little monk who lost his words and thought about it. Yongse said sin, his mind was clear, and he didn't think much about it, and accompanied Zhao Zhou back to the courtyard.

And after the battle just now, it can be said that the rabbit is flying and the eagle is flying, and before the people in the courtyard can rush out, they saw Zhao Zhou and the two walking back.

However, all the people present were big boxers, or elite disciples, and their eyes were vicious, and when they saw Yongse's scratched sleeves that were not covered at all, they guessed seventy-seven eighty-eight.

"Is Uncle Yongse losing? Uncle Yongse is a Danjin Great Fist Master, a Bodhisattva-like figure, how could he be defeated so quickly..."The disciples couldn't believe it, but they didn't dare to ask big or small.

"The number one master really deserves his name!" But when the abbot saw this scene, he was not disappointed, but thought about it and smiled happily, feeling that this book was delivered correctly.

And with the afternoon we chatted for a while.

In the evening, the light snow gradually stopped, and Zhao Zhou also said goodbye to his abbot and others.

However, when Zhao Zhou walked out of the gate of this courtyard, he seemed to think of something, and his footsteps paused, and in the eyes of everyone who stopped at the sound of 'click', he said to the abbot who was also looking at him curiously: "Abbot, if there is nothing to do in the New Year, you might as well come to the Yang family for a gathering." We have an opera troupe here, and we can do any repertoire, so why don't we bring Master Yongse to listen to it? ”

In the afternoon chat, everyone also had a lot of harmonious relations, and the salutation was more cordial.

"Okay." The abbot also smiled suddenly, wanting to make friends with Zhao Zhou, and then also called a Buddha with the monks and said: "Thank you Master Zhao, I will definitely bring my junior brother Yongse to visit when the time comes."