After descending from Shaomu Mountain, Wang Dong changed his appearance, disguised himself as an ordinary monk, and followed the Shaolin disciples led by Master Xuan Nan all the way to the helm of the Luoyang Beggars Gang.

Wang Qi carried the supreme light skill of the cloud body method, and practiced the three Shaolin stunts of the Great Wei Tuo Pestle, the Flower Finger and the King Kong Prajna Palm, even if the skill is not very profound, but it can be regarded as entering the ranks of first-class masters, if he follows with his heart, even if it is a master of Xuan Difficulty, it is difficult to perceive.

From the Shaolin Temple to the beggar gang rudder is not far away, plus the Shaolin disciples have excellent foot strength, all the way fast, not half a day, has been able to see Luoyang City in the distance.

The monks passed by a large forest outside the city, and Xuan Nan ordered everyone to rest in the shade of the tree before entering the city.

Everyone sat cross-legged on the ground and used Shaolin authentic Zen Gong to regulate internal breath.

Wang Dong hid in a big tree, stepping on a wooden branch as thick as his neck, his eyes slightly closed, and his body naturally rose and fell with the branches.

Buddhism Zen Gong pays attention to entering the state of absolute purity, without self, without other things, and the four are empty, so that you can see the true self.

However, almost every word of Wang Dong's "Commentary on Hundred-Character Poems" revolves around the word "nature", talking about "the unity of heaven and man"—obviously Taoist kung fu.

Buddhism is "escaping into the empty door", and Taoism is "blending into nature".

Wang Dong is thinking about the commonalities between the two.

He meditated, but with the branches swaying up and down regularly.

He recognized that there was no tree under his feet, and he felt as if he had melted into the breeze.

A wonderful, contradictory feeling.

Suddenly.

A burst of argument came from outside the forest.

Wang Dong opened his eyes and saw that Master Xuan Jian was confronting a monk who appeared at some unknown point.

The monk was wearing a yellow monk's robe, less than forty years old, cloth clothes and shoes, there was absolutely no difference, but his face was radiant, faintly like a treasure flowing, and he really deserved the sentence "treasure is solemn".

Wang Dong's heart moved, and he faintly thought of a person.

Leaning forward, he planted himself straight and upright from the tree, and when he was halfway down, his body seemed to suddenly become lighter, and he suddenly rose like a fallen leaf in the wind, and floated to the edge of the forest, and landed on another large tree with lush foliage.

"The poor monk has always admired the magic of Shaolin in the Central Plains, and has not had the opportunity to visit the door, today I have to see the master of Shaolin Xuanzi, it is really a blessing for three lives, the poor monk is not talented, I want to ask Master Xuandu for two tricks, I don't know if I can teach one or two?"

The yellow-robed monk has a humble attitude, a kind tone, and a low voice with a certain soothing power.

Wang Dong had already guessed the identity of that person.

Watch and see what happens.

Xuan Nan stood up with one palm and said, "If the master insists on instructing, the poor monk has no choice but to be respectful rather than obey." ”

Obviously, the yellow-robed monk has been pestering Master Xuan for a long time.

"Please. ”

"Please. ”

The two walked to the open space next to them and stood a few feet apart.

The yellow-robed monk said: "The poor monk has recently learned a new set of palm techniques, and he has a lot of connections with Shaolin, so he just asked the master for guidance." ”

As he spoke, his palms stretched out, as if they were together, and with a sigh, his palms pushed towards the Xuanyan, and a majestic palm force spit out from between the palms and rushed towards the Xuanyan.

"Prajna?"

Xuan Nan was taken aback.

This is one of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple, the treasure of Zhenshan, how can he make it?

I didn't have time to think about it at the moment, so I waved my big sleeves, took the move with a quick palm, and turned the power of the Prajna palm, and asked out loud at the same time: "I don't know where the master learned this Prajna palm?"

The yellow-robed monk smiled and said, "The fate of the poor monk doesn't need to be explained to the master, please try my palm." ”

As he spoke, he withdrew his left palm, raised his right palm high, and slapped it down obliquely from top to bottom, which was the "covering the sky and covering the sun" of Prajna's palm.

Xuan Nan only felt a huge rock falling from the sky, and the majestic palm force made him a little breathless.

He thought to himself that he couldn't catch the palm, his sleeves were spread, and his body floated back.

Unexpectedly, the palm of the yellow-robed monk fell, but the trick was not exhausted, whirring twice, the big sleeves were unfolded, and the palm was flipped, making a move to "roll up the red dust", and the palm power was pushed to the Xuan difficulty, and the Xuan difficulty could not be retreated, and he barely took a move with his palms.

Boom!

Xuan Nan was shocked by the yellow-robed monk, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of the air.

Although his skills are not as good as those of the yellow-robed monks, the fast palm he uses is far less subtle than the Prajna palm.

The yellow-robed monk knocked down the Xuan, retracted his palms with great style, put his palms together, pronounced the Buddha's name, and said: "When I went to the Central Plains, I heard that the world's martial arts came out of Shaolin, and when I saw it today, the Shaolin monks were so vulnerable, and those martial arts continued to stay in Shaolin, wouldn't it be a violent thing? According to the poor monk's opinion, Shaolin might as well open the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, let the world's real martial arts wizards enter and exit freely, and read and practice those martial arts classics at will, otherwise, I don't know how many stunts will be lost in the hands of you mediocre talents, that is a great crime. ”

Xuan Nan was helped up by the disciple, his face showed anger, and said: "The poor monk is not the master's opponent, that is because the poor monk is not good at learning, and the poor monk's cultivation is not ranked at all in Shaolin. ”

The yellow-robed monk smiled: "That's natural, when the poor monk finishes a few major things, he will go to Shaolin in person and ask the monks one by one for advice." ”

Xuan Nan's face was ugly, and he secretly scolded the yellow-robed monk for being arrogant, and he wanted to single-handedly pick the entire Shaolin.

The yellow-robed monk seemed to see through his thoughts, and said: "The poor monk just wants to use your Shaolin seventy-two stunts to defeat you one by one, and trample Shaolin on the ......."

Before the words fell, an alarm suddenly appeared in his heart, and he suddenly turned around, only to see a figure flashing in front of him, and the speed was extremely fast.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

The yellow-robed monk scolded, and hit each other with a "snap" of his palms, secretly transporting the internal force to the edge of his palm, and once the enemy appeared, he immediately injured the enemy with his current best trick "Flame Knife" at the bottom of the box to win.

"The Prajna palm you just made is similar in shape but not like the god, it is a fake and shoddy copycat, try my genuine Vajra Prajna palm. ”

When the voice fell, a strong wind carried smoke and dust and rushed towards the yellow-robed monk.

This is the "Canyon Heavenly Wind" in the palm of Vajra Prajna.

The yellow-robed monk caught the enemy's location in the palm wind, and his palms slashed out continuously, and the ethereal power was like a flying knife slashing at the opponent.

The palm of the Prajna collided with the flame knife, and a beeping sound erupted.

A moment later.

The dust settles and dissolves.

Wang Dong appeared in front of the yellow-robed monk.

Looking at the yellow-robed monk closely, I found that he was a beautiful man, and he must have been a jade monk like Wuhua when he was young.

I have to say that when film and television dramas create the image of this person, at least in terms of appearance, they are ugly.

The image that impressed Wang Dong the most even pierced a ball head.

"Your Excellency is Hatomachi, right?"

Wang Dong asked.

"It's the poor monk, what advice does Your Excellency have?"

Wang Dong smiled slightly, raised his palm high, and it was the same as when Gu Ma Zhizhi made the palm of Pranya, but he faintly found that the palm of the young monk in front of him was more meteorological, I don't know if it was a psychological effect.

Gu Mozhi didn't try out the details of Wang Dong's move, and he didn't dare to rashly use a fake palm to catch this trick, and still used his best mastery to resolve Wang Dong's palm power.

But when the king's palm fell, he did not spit out the power of the palm, but turned the palm into a finger halfway, and the index finger was gently raised, making a flower-shaped, and flicked three fingers at the Gumazhi.

Bo Bo Bo ~ The finger force is sent, and it collides with the palm wind of Hatomachi.

Snort –

With a soft sound, the corner of the monk's robe was penetrated by the finger force, and he was secretly shocked in his heart.

Wang Dong looked at Gu Mozhi, with a strange smile on his face that no one could fathom, and asked, "Gu Mozhi, did you come to the Central Plains this time to make waves?"

Kumachi looked at him with a puzzled expression, not knowing why he said this.