Seeing Meng Hegong stretching out his right hand to him, Hui'an was stunned for a moment, then smiled and also stretched out his right hand to shake each other's hands, but his mouth was a little nondescript: "Amitabha Buddha is a poor monk." Head Meng doesn't have to be polite, just call me 'Hui'an'. ”

Meng Hegong's palm is wide and thick, the five fingers are thick, the tips of the four fingers except the thumb are basically flat, and there is a thick layer of calluses on the palm, tiger's mouth and the dorsal bone joints of the palm. Hui An's palms were originally some calluses that had been sharpened by long-term labor, but after evolution, his skin became as white and tender as a newborn baby, and even after he practiced the first layer of the Golden Bell Jar, he could not change his complexion. At this moment, the two hands are clasped together, and the contrast is quite stark.

After the two of them shook their palms, their eyes exchanged slightly, and suddenly they exerted force at the same time. The muscles in Meng Hagong's arms all bulged up like an inflated bag, and the loose sleeves were stretched tightly like tights. The muscles in Hui'an's arms vibrated slightly from the shoulders to the elbows and then to the wrists, and each wave transmitted a new force to the right hand that was clenched with the opponent.

As the strength of the hands of both sides continued to increase, the smiles on the faces of Hui'an and Meng Hegong were still there, but the expressions in their eyes became solemn.

On the side, Xiao Feihong and Han Yu also saw that the two were competing at this time. Xiao Feihong knew the head of the regiment, so he didn't care about it, just stood on the side with a smile and watched the excitement. Han Yu thought that this decent and majestic regiment commander had bad intentions, and his right hand had quietly reached into the satchel on his waist and held the handle of the pistol.

The smile on Meng Hegong's face finally retracted, and suddenly a faint layer of green qi was enveloped. Hui'an also put away his smile, and a red light flashed across his face. Then the two of them let go of their hands in unison, and each took three steps back, and the cement tiles on which they were standing on their feet were shattered.

Meng Hegong clenched his hands into fists, bowed slightly, and gave Hui'an a very classical style of understanding, and said solemnly: "Admire." ”

Hui'an folded his hands and returned the salute, and said with a smile: "Accept." ”

Meng He Gongshi turned around and stretched out his hand and said, "I want to have a detailed discussion with Master Hui'an, please." ”

Hui An said with a smile: "The poor monk also happens to have something to ask Captain Meng. ”

"Brother!" Han Yu screamed a little worriedly.

Hui An turned around and gave her a gentle and stable smile: "It's okay, we're just going to talk about something." Team Xiao, please help me take care of Xiao Yu'er. ”

After Xiao Feihong solemnly agreed, Hui'an followed Meng Hegong into the door of the office building.

The elevator in the building had long since been abandoned, and the two of them followed the stairs all the way up to the top sixth floor. The original principal's office had been occupied by Meng He Gongque, he opened the door in front of him and invited Hui'an to enter, and the two of them chose one of the rather luxurious leather sofas and sat down.

Meng Hegong took out a bottle of mineral water and a glass from the lower layer of the coffee table, and when he arrived at a glass of water, he sent it to Hui'an, and said slightly apologetically: "In extraordinary times, there is no way to treat guests with fragrant tea, so you can only talk about your heart with a glass of water." Master Hui'an, don't be surprised. ”

Hui'an bowed slightly, and said with a smile: "Head Meng doesn't have to be polite, in the last days, a glass of water is already precious." ”

After saying politely, Meng Hegong introduced the topic: "Master Hui'an should already know my identity?" ”

Hui'an nodded: "When Head Meng stretched out his hand, he implied the Shaolin grabbing technique, and when he started shaking hands, he used the kung fu of the iron sand palm, and later used the stone palm, one of the seventy-two Shaolin stunts. If it weren't for the poor monk and some Taoism, he would have been crushed by this stone-holding palm that exerts force on the square inch and holds the stone into powder. ”

Meng Hegong waved his hand and smiled: "Master Hui'an is too modest. Not to mention that I have only practiced a little bit of kung fu in this stone palm, and I am still 108,000 miles away from the realm of holding stones into powder. Your Prajna palm, which also belongs to the Shaolin Seventy-two stunts, is not something I can shake. ”

"This is exactly what the poor monk is curious about," Hui An frowned slightly: "Captain Meng seems to have known that the poor monk has a Shaolin martial arts background?" ”

Meng Hegong's face showed surprise: "Could it be that Master Lingshi Mingjue didn't say anything about the origin of your White Deer Temple and Shaolin when he taught you martial arts?" ”

Hearing that his small White Deer Temple was actually related to Shaolin, Hui'an was stunned and moved in his heart, and replied casually: "Although the master passed on a few kung fu skills to poor monks, he did not explain their origins. ”

Meng Hegong sighed softly and said, "I didn't expect Master Mingjue to be so high-minded and bright, even to his only disciple, he never mentioned his righteous deeds back then. ”

Hui'an knew that there must be a story in it, so he didn't ask questions, but waited patiently for his next step.

"A hundred years ago, it was the most chaotic time in China and even in the whole world, and everyone was in danger, and their lives were as small as eggs. At that time, in order to protect the Shaolin inheritance from being interrupted in troubled times, the abbot of Xinchen, the head of Shaolin at that time, secretly made his junior brother realize that he carried a batch of precious Buddhist scriptures and martial arts classics to find another place to settle. Later, Master Xinwu built a small Bailu Temple on top of Lushan Mountain in Jiayin County, and properly collected the scriptures. Later, the Shaolin Temple was indeed robbed several times, the monks were killed, and most of the scriptures were destroyed.

"In the eighties of the last century, when the domestic situation completely stabilized, the Shaolin Temple also began to reorganize the mountain gate. After the death of Master Xinwu, Master Mingjue, who took over the White Deer Temple, visited Shaolin and returned the scriptures of that year to Zhao. In fact, due to the personnel changes in those years, no one in the Shaolin Temple knew the arrangements of Master Xinchen back then. The fact that Master Mingjue was able to return all these scriptures of immeasurable value is truly admirable. At that time, the head of Shaolin at that time, the abbot of Mingyin and Master Mingjue talked about the class, respected Master Mingjue as a senior brother, and hired him as an elder in the Shaolin Gate. Master Mingjue was concerned about the White Deer Temple left by the first master, so he did not live in the Shaolin Temple for a long time, and soon left the house. ”

Only then did Hui'an know that there was such a relationship between Bailu Temple and Shaolin Temple, but this can fully explain the origin of his martial arts, which is not bad. He asked again: "I don't know what kind of identity Head Meng is under the Shaolin Sect, why do you know so clearly about the events of the year?" ”

Meng Hegong's face suddenly showed a little embarrassed: "I am a disciple of the Shaolin layman, and the family teacher is the abbot of Huijian, the head of Shaolin today." If you want to talk about the class, you will also be called 'uncle'. ”

Hui'an is a human being in two lives, and he knows the sophistication of people, so he waved his hand and smiled: "I don't dare to do this, everyone is struggling to survive in this last world, and we should support each other, and we don't need to talk about any generation, just talk about the same generation." ”

Meng Hegong secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Hui'an was so knowledgeable about personnel. It is indeed an embarrassing thing for a person in his thirties to call a young man in his twenties "Uncle Shi".

Hui'an asked again: "Head Meng said that the current head of Shaolin is Master Huijian, but as far as the poor monk knows, ......"

Meng Hegong knew what he meant, and explained with a smile: "The Shaolin abbot who is widely known to the outside world is just a spokesperson launched by my sect, and he is only responsible for operating some industries under the Shaolin sect. After all, Shaolin is also a big family, and there are many people who need to be fed. ”

"I see." Hui'an nodded in understanding. The matter was clear, and he asked Meng Hegong to say goodbye.

Meng Hegong said that he had asked Xiao Feihong to arrange a place for him and Han Yu, and said that he would pick up the wind and wash the dust for Hui'an tonight, so he must appreciate the light.

After Hui'an thanked him, he got up and went out.

After he was left alone, Meng Hegong looked at the cup of clear water that Hui'an had never touched on the coffee table, shook his head and smiled: "It's rare that he is as careful as an old man at a young age. ”

With that, he took the glass of water and drank it down.