The eighteen figures have bronze skin, and even in the night sky, there is a trace of golden light, like bronze sculptures.

Eighteen figures, in eighteen poses, all different.

Bai Luo took out the thin quilt from the storage space, spread it on the roof, and gently put Ling'er down, then jumped down and looked at the eighteen monks in front of him.

They were all shirtless, wearing yellow loose exercise pants, and although the muscles on their bodies were not exaggerated, they were bulging, and they were full of strength just by looking at them.

"Shaolin Temple Eighteen Bronze ......"

Bai Luo exhaled lightly, and read lightly in his mouth, he once studied Shaolin scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and Bai Luo knew about some things in Shaolin Temple.

The eighteen bronze men of Shaolin Temple are the first checkpoint to guard Shaolin Temple.

Anyone who wants to break into the Shaolin Temple must defeat the Eighteen Bronze Figures, and similarly, Shaolin disciples who want to go down the mountain must also defeat the Eighteen Bronze Figures.

This is also the reason why Tang Niu sneaked out.

Tang Niu's cooking skills are acceptable, but his martial arts are mediocre, and it is impossible to break through the eighteen bronze formations.

"Shaolin Temple Eighteen Bronze Array!"

Eighteen people spoke in unison, cooperated tacitly, and scattered in all directions, surrounding Bailuo in the middle.

"Defeat you and you will be able to enter?"

Bai Luo opened his mouth to ask, but the eighteen bronze men did not answer, one of them rushed towards Bai Luo, his hands clenched into fists, the green tendons on his arms bulged, and the muscles bulged, hitting Bai Luo.

Bai Luo didn't dodge or dodge, and punched out.

Boom~

When the two fists collided, it actually made the sound of a bell, like a boulder, bombarding the bronze bell.

A buzzing sound, echoing through the air.

Bai Luo raised his eyebrows, took a step forward, and struck his elbow on the bronze man's chest.

Boom~

There was another buzz, and the bronze man staggered back again and again, but was caught by the other bronze men behind him, and quickly stood firm.

Eighteen bronze people, the body is really like a bronze cast, indestructible.

Behind him, another bronze man rushed out, put his feet on the ground, and kicked Bai Luo in the air.

The wind behind him was fierce, and Bai Luo's figure fell to the ground abruptly, like a giant python, sticking to the ground and quickly retreating.

The next moment, Bai Luo stood up suddenly, grabbed the bronze man who was still in the air, used it as a weapon, and smashed it at the other bronze men.

Knock knock~

All of a sudden, the buzzing continued, and the seventeen bronze men flew out upside down.

Bai Luo dropped the already dizzy bronze man in his hand, slapped his palms, and was about to take a step, but he suddenly felt a creep.

Behind him, a voice was close to his ears, but it was ethereal, "Amitabha Buddha ......"

Bai Luo turned around suddenly, and at the same time, a palm burst out, and a figure that seemed to be slow, but extremely quickly floated past Bai Luo.

Bai Luo saw it clearly, he did float over.

His feet are about five centimeters off the ground, but he moves freely.

Bai Luo's pupils shrank slightly, this is ...... Light work?

Bai Luo took a deep breath, folded his hands, and bowed slightly, "Master, I entered the Shaolin Temple because I had something to ask for, and I just started it, and it was also a helpless move." ”

"Amitabha, the dream of the poor monk."

The Dream Master came to Bai Luo's side lightly, his eyes seemed to be godless, but Bai Luo could feel that at this moment, the Dream Master had already looked at him.

"I don't know the donor, come to my Shaolin Temple, what is the matter?"

"Master of Dreams, I want to learn how to cook."

"Donor, this is Shaolin Temple, not New Oriental ......"

Bai Luo: "......"

"Donor, Buddhism pays attention to karma, you have no relationship with the Buddha......"

The Dream Master floated away lightly, and when he saw that he was about to disappear, Bai Luo took a step forward and shouted loudly: "Why is there no fate, I said that if there is fate, there will be fate!" ”

The Dream Master stopped abruptly, then slowly sat cross-legged, hanging in the air.

"Sit on the futon, your heart is like a mirror, and you don't stir up dust!"

Bai Luo stepped forward, and the temperament on his body changed in an instant, as if there was a Buddha's light shining.

"You sit on the futon, your heart is like a mirror, don't stir up dust, I think I am in the red dust, sober and calm, comfortable and peaceful!"

The Dream Master slowly stood up and slowly drifted away, and a voice came from afar, "Donor, you can go to the kitchen tomorrow to do chores." ”

Bai Luo smiled on his face, lightly touched his toes, landed on the roof, and hugged Ling'er into his arms.

With such a big movement, Ling'er had already woken up.

"Brother, what did you mean by that sentence just now? Sounds so esoteric......"

"What's the point, my brother is just deceiving that old monk."

Sober and calm, comfortable and peaceful, how can it be......

He is a human being, he can understand the ideas of Buddhism, but he can never do it.

In the distance, the Dream Master, who was drifting, stumbled suddenly, his feet almost landed, and then floated to the kitchen, commanding: "An apprentice will come tomorrow, you must be good...... Hone him! ”

"Yes, host!"

……

Bai Luo and Ling'er lived in the meditation room of Shaolin Temple, and during the day, Bai Luo was in the kitchen, working hard, relying on his keen five senses, learning everything that could be learned.

At night, after Bai Luo Ling'er fell asleep, he quietly left the meditation room and slipped into the scripture pavilion to watch the scriptures.

In fact, what Bai Luo wants to see most is the light martial arts of the Dream Master.

It's just a pity that I never found it.

Bai Luo's actions were all seen by the Dream Master, and the Eighteen Bronze Formations of Shaolin Temple were not considered barriers at all for Bai Luo.

If Bai Luo wants to leave, he can do it at any time.

After a few days of observation, Master Lost Dream also understood that the reason why Bai Luo wanted to enter the kitchen and learn cooking skills was just to cure his sister's anorexia.

Bai Luo counted the time, and according to the memory of the original owner, Stephen Zhou would come to the Shaolin Temple tomorrow.

And on the way, Stephen Zhou will be ambushed by a hitman hired by Tang Niu.

Turkey blocks guns for Stephen Chow.

Without this, Stephen Zhou would not have realized his feelings for the turkey, and the turkey would not have gone to South Korea for plastic surgery and regained his beauty because of the injury.

Stephen Zhou is good with the turkey man, teaches him how to rely on urine cow pills, tells him the location of the Shaolin Temple, and Bailuo doesn't want them to be in danger, but he also doesn't want to destroy the opportunity of their relationship.

Early the next morning, Bai Luo left the Shaolin Temple.

The eighteen bronze men guarding in front of the Shaolin Temple turned a blind eye to Bai Luo.

They have long been instructed by the host that they do not need to restrict Bailuo's freedom, and anyway, they are not Bailuo's opponents.

Leaving Shaolin Temple, Bai Luo's figure and appearance slowly changed, and soon turned into an ordinary middle-aged uncle, came to a teahouse on the side of the road, and drank tea quietly.

waited until noon, in the distance, Stephen Zhou's figure appeared in Bai Luo's sight, but at this time, Stephen Zhou was not the same as the previous smiling and grinning cheap appearance, but was preoccupied.

Stephen Zhou sat in the teahouse to rest, looked up at the scorching sun in the sky, muttered something in his mouth, and the next moment, Bai Luo turned his head, and in the distance, the turkey trotted towards this side.......

On the other side, a man in black, riding a bicycle, also arrived......

(End of chapter)