"Senior brother! Brother! ”

A little monk rushed by noisily, attracting the monks on the side of the road to watch.

"Who is that little monk? How dare you make such a noise in front of the Luohan Hall? ”

"Hehe, but Senior Brother doesn't know, it's Lu Yuan, the newly recruited disciple of Uncle Emptiness. The child is also dignified and polite on weekdays, and today I think about what happy things I encountered, the child's family. ”

Lu Yuan didn't care about those discussions, and ran into the Luohan Hall shouting all the way. When I raised my eyes, I saw an old monk sitting on the top, and several monks of the round character generation stood in the hall to reply, looking around, and found that Monk Huifeng was standing in an inconspicuous corner, and was anxiously beating his eyes.

Lu Yuan found himself breaking into the Luohan Hall, sticking out his tongue, turning his head and running out again.

The monks have profound Dharma, except for the twitching of the corners of their mouths, they look at it as if they have not seen it.

Lu Yuan ran out, and he didn't go far, so he took off his monk's robe and sat on the threshold of the courtyard of the Luohan Hall, with a posture of blocking the door. After he woke up that day, Monk Tuo Huifeng went to Hangzhou Uncle Feng to report his safety, and he could receive a reply in about half a month, and he could also know how Uncle and Aunt Lu Dao were doing.

Although I have only lived with Uncle Feng's family for more than half a month, I have long regarded these two as relatives in my heart.

I don't want to destroy the door, where is it so easy to end? In the original book, when the monks decided that the murderer was Zhang Cuishan, Zhang Cuishan had a name and a surname, and he could run Wudang Mountain? Of course, everyone hurried back to Shaolin and let the elders reason with the Wudang faction.

Now that they have come out to frame the blame, Yuanyin and the others are not in a hurry to come back, so they naturally want to find out.

Before Monk Huifeng went to deliver the letter, Lu Yuan intended to help Shaolin find out about the matter, and pretended to mention some things unintentionally. First, since the style of the man's clothes is so similar to Zhang Cui's, he may have bought it from the same store. In addition to the Longmen Dart Bureau in Lin'an, there are also several martial arts halls opened by Shaolin lay disciples, and they may be able to hear some news.

When Huifeng arrived in Lin'an, he said these things, and the sound was like the sun breaking through the clouds in the sky.

Shaolin has been inherited for thousands of years, and now there are three large temples in the name of Shaolin alone, and there are countless lay disciples who have been trained. These lay disciples walked the rivers and lakes, or set up dart bureaus, or joined gangs, and these places naturally had a relationship with Shaolin. They are also happy to climb the big tree of Shaolin.

Shaolin lay disciples are not allowed to teach the arts, but the general Shaolin martial arts are not allowed to learn, nor can they teach others. These lay disciples are old, some of them have opened a museum to teach apprentices, and some have set up a small sect to inherit kung fu, and they have their own familiar Shaolin disciples who come to congratulate them, which can be regarded as the line of Shaolin.

The accumulation of these various resources is afraid that it will occupy thirty percent of the connections in the rivers and lakes. Shaolin didn't pay attention to it in the past, and the right was to make a good fate. Now that Yuanyin has come back to his senses, he visited several local sects that have a relationship with Shaolin overnight.

Among these sects, there are those who want to repay their kindness to Shaolin, and there are also those who want to have a relationship with Shaolin, so they naturally put twelve points of effort into checking. The Heavenly Eagle Sect also has some strength in the local area, but it has never taken those monks in its eyes before, and the good hands have all gathered in Wang Panshan. Caught off guard, the Shaolin monk suddenly caught the clue and checked it clearly.

The hooligans in the market, the fishermen on the boats, everyone ganged up to protect themselves. The government may not obey the decrees, but the gangs are enthusiastic. But overnight, the news came in like a tide.

How Yin Susu bought clothes to make up for Zhang Cuishan's appearance, and how he hired a painting boat to infiltrate the Longmen Dart Bureau, these are all found out one by one. Even Zhang Cuishan first let go of the real culprit, and later had a private meeting with Yin Susuliu and Taxia, and talked for miles along the river, all of which were checked for seven or eight points.

That Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu, walking together in a boat and on the shore, relying on their profound internal skills, talking about calligraphy, are naturally beautiful scenery and concubines. How would I have thought that all the people on the shore and the fishermen on the river listened to it, and everyone pieced it together, and then found an old master to take a closer look, and almost restored the original words. Later, Yin Susu admitted that he had destroyed the Longmen Dart Bureau, and after Zhang Cuishan got on the boat and got entangled, he actually went away by boat! Throw away the tragedy!

What a martial arts righteous Wudang faction! What a Wudang Five Heroes Zhang Cuishan!

After all, the Longmen Dart Bureau is a local family in Lin'an, and the gang leaders who heard these things scolded a "dog man and woman"!

Later, the remnants of the Heavenly Eagle Sect also wanted to kill people, but they were united by the local sects that took advantage of the Shaolin momentum and expelled from Lin'an Mansion. After the outbreak of the Wang Panshan Incident, the Heavenly Eagle Sect suffered a heavy blow, and all the forces of the Heavenly Eagle Sect shrank to the south, and the situation in Lin'an Mansion eased up.

During this period, the situation in Lin'an Mansion changed, and Monk Huifeng was worried that these battles in the rivers and lakes would implicate Lu Yuan's uncles and aunts, so he simply sat in the bun shop, and only returned to Shaolin with everyone when the situation settled.

It took more than half a year before and after.

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March.

The spring grass on Shaomu Mountain is green, ancient wood, and the environment is far from being comparable to later generations.

Lu Yuan was still dressed as a little novice, and practiced boxing with his senior brothers in a clearing at the foot of the mountain, and the old monk of emptiness watched from the sidelines.

At this time, three years have passed since the incident in Lin'an. Lu Yuan is now nine years old, and he has taken off his childish image, like a handsome teenager, and his martial arts have also advanced quite a year ago.

Lu Yuan is a Shaolin lay disciple, and like an ordinary novice, he does not need to be ordained. But living in the inner courtyard of Shaolin requires shaving your hair. Shaolin is mostly a monk, and Lu Yuan is a person in the future, so naturally he will not care about the tone of "parents of the body's skin". The hair is naturally cooled when shaved in summer, and Lu Yuan shaves more frequently. In winter, he is lazy to avoid shaving his hair every ten years, and he is spoiled by an old monk who has emptiness, and no one talks about him.

At this time, Lu Yuan was practicing, frowning and watching, the closest one was Yuan Heng, the eldest disciple of the Void Divine Monk.

Yuan Heng was originally an orphan, and he worshiped under the emptiness door by chance, and the martial arts were all passed down by emptiness, and the name of the master and apprentice was actually father and son! Yuanheng's external skills are the dragon grippers of emptiness, but the internal skills are another Shaolin mastery of demons, the shot is fierce, the power is endless, no one in the Shaolin generation is unbeatable, and there is a trend of green out of the blue.

Now he is in charge of the Luohan Hall, dealing with the affairs of the rivers and lakes, and the majesty is even greater.

Lu Yuan's internal strength is passed down from emptiness, but the boxing method is taught by Yuan Heng's master. I know that Yuanheng is a bit rigid and meticulous, and I don't say much when I make a mistake when you make a mistake, and it makes people's scalp tingle when he stares at him.

Now that Yuan Heng is watching from the side, he naturally plays all the way to "Shaolin" like a windmill, and when he turns around, he peeks and finds that the old monk of emptiness is still smiling, and Yuan Heng's face is already gloomy as if it is raining.

"I dropped that Buddha, what went wrong?"

Lu Yuan muttered in his heart, while finishing the routine more attentively, and then honestly stood in front of Yuan Heng to listen to the training.

"The picture looks good, are you a Jianghu brush style!" Yuan Heng first reprimanded, but he didn't say any more, and said in a slightly deep voice,

"Most of Shaolin martial arts pay attention to the outside into the inside, from the surface to the inside, punching to the depths, and the kung fu is self-contained. Little junior brother, you are born with divine power, and your understanding is good, you are really a natural posture for learning Shaolin boxing!

You will learn Shaolin as soon as you learn it, and you will be fine after a while, which is nothing to you. It's just that it's easy to get, so I don't know how to cherish it, and my understanding of boxing is also floating on the surface. Your boxing practice is like Hu Xuan, it looks good, and it is enough to deal with some bandits, but you don't have a glimpse of the way in boxing. ”

The old monk of emptiness interrupted with a wave of his hand, "You have never practiced so well back then, and you are not a stupid boy who can't remember all the tricks. ”

Seeing that emptiness and monk were short, Yuan Heng was also helpless, so he could only follow the master's meaning and cut off the words, and then said, "Little junior brother, don't think I'm verbose, senior brother will show you this way, or it may be a little different." ”

Of course Lu Yuan understood what Yuan Heng said, but he was embarrassed to apologize. At this time, listening to Yuan Heng's demonstration, of course, respectfully respectfully, and then standing at the bottom of the martial arts training field, first adjusted his breath, and began to watch calmly.

Yuan Hengli was in the field, starting from the "starting style" of Shaolin to the end of "extending in all directions".

Lu Yuan took a closer look, but he couldn't find anything unusual. It's just that it accounts for the eight characters of "big opening and closing, combining rigidity and softness", and any monk who has practiced martial arts for seven or eight years can be so level.

However, at the end of the boxing method, Yuan Heng did not stop. Swinging back and forth, it is the starting style of Shaolin.

However, as soon as the punch came out, Lu Yuan had already shouted out with an "ah", this punch posture was chic and generous, the strength was soft and rigid, and there was an indescribable taste between the ups and downs, Lu Yuan actually thought of it in an instant-Qiao Feng used Taizu's long fist in Juxianzhuang, and it was nothing more than that.

After this boxing method, Lu Yuan was dizzy and fascinated, just like a junior high school basketball lover watching the NBA for the first time. Looking at it, I couldn't help but dance with my hands, and then compared it on the sidelines, but it was crooked, not a fight, as if drunk.

Yuan Heng didn't care about him. When the moves are used up, the posture is swinged, and the side is replayed again.

This time, the taste is different, the posture moves are still the same, and they haven't changed, but it doesn't even look like a punch anymore.

At this time, Yuan Heng was like incarnating the five hundred Arhat statues enshrined in the Arhat Hall, sitting or lying, or raising his eyebrows and looking up, or smiling, one by one Arhat postures were lifelike, and when he looked carefully, he found that they were all tricks in Shaolin, so true and false, like a magic skill.

Lu Yuan squatted on the sidelines thinking in a daze, and he didn't even notice that his master and brother had left, and he didn't wake up like a dream until the evening bell rang in the temple.

Although he was no longer addicted to it, Lu Yuan still found a place to sit down on the grass, wanting to think about it carefully.

To say that although Lu Yuan practiced martial arts, it was just to have the power of self-preservation, or to make a name for himself in the future, go to the rivers and lakes to do chivalrous righteousness, and live the addiction of martial arts. He loves martial arts novels, but he still can't love martial arts.

It's just that I think of this as if I was in school back then, as long as I am diligent in memorizing and doing more exercises, I will naturally get good grades in the exam. Nowadays, with outstanding qualifications, just like the golden fingers of the college entrance examination such as "digital intuition + unforgettable" in the past, it is as easy as finding a bag to get a good score.

So half of his mind is on recalling the plot and thinking about how to reap the benefits.

Now, Yuanheng's hard nagging has made him a deaf ear, but his fists and feet have opened a new world for him!