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When Wang Hao was looking at those cheats, he thought of taking pictures of them all with his mobile phone, and those low-level Wang Hao didn't care, but these first-class martial arts are still useful, regardless of whether they are useful to themselves or not, they will take up some memory anyway. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAs for letting Zhang Wuji copy it, it's just to let him know these kung fu, a good memory is better than a bad pen, and it doesn't hurt to let him know something.

When Zhang Wuji saw this thing called a mobile phone, he didn't have the heart to copy any cheats, so he started to study it directly. This thing is extremely novel, I have never seen it before, and it can still shine, and Zhang Wuji, who is fascinated, has not slept well all night.

Along the way, Zhang Wuji followed Wang Hao, and the sandbags on his legs were not removed, and sometimes they would increase a little. Wang Hao, on the other hand, was looking at some of the cheats he had copied, and at the same time he was holding a small wooden sword and demonstrating there.

When the two of them are walking together, some passers-by will notice the two. A child was leading a donkey on the ground, and another man of about twenty years old was holding a wooden sword there.

"Master, are we going to Shaolin?" On the avenue, a teenager asked a person beside him.

"That's right, you must go to Shaolin Temple this time, otherwise you can't learn all the Jiuyang Gong." Wang Hao replied.

It has been more than a week since the journey to Emei, and the two of them have arrived at the border of Henan while playing. At this point, Zhang Wuji also understood what the goal was this time.

"But master, what kind of martial arts is this Jiuyang Gong? What Wudang also has Emei, and now Shaolin still has it? Zhang Wuji didn't understand why a martial arts was divided into three sects.

"Huh? Didn't I tell you? Jiuyang Gong, formerly known as Jiuyang Zhenjing, is a peerless martial art. Originally, Shaolin Jueyuan had it, but then he hid the secret book in the body of an ape, so I couldn't find it.

It's just that in the end, when he died, he dictated it and passed it to Zhang Sanfeng, who is also the master, Guo Xiang is the ancestor of Emei, and the colorless master of Shaolin. Therefore, this Jiuyang Gong is divided into three books. Each is placed in three factions. Wang Hao said a little bit about this, and even Wang Hao can't remember the specifics clearly, anyway, most of them are like this.

"Ao, then master, why don't they gather martial arts together and then learn them all, isn't that more powerful?" Zhang Wuji still doesn't understand, why everyone places the powerful martial arts here. Instead of getting it all together.

This question made Wang Haofu smile and continued to explain. "Do you want them to be better together? That's a fool's dream. However, your master seems to have done this, but the extinction did not agree, and he retreated three times. ”

"Because of people's hearts, they all think that they are the best. Let others also get this martial arts, wouldn't the two be equal. ”

I'm afraid that only Zhang Sanfeng can let go of these prejudices for the sake of this martial arts and want to exchange. It's a pity that not everyone is so unhidden.

"I see, master. This time we went to Shaolin, did we still compete in martial arts like Emei before? Zhang Wuji thought of the exterminator's deflated appearance, and his heart felt comfortable for a while, and this Shaolin was the same, Zhang Wuji thought that the people in the Shaolin Temple were also deflated, and laughed.

"You'll know when the time comes. Let's go, go up the hill. Wang Hao did not give an answer, but directly raised his feet and walked onto this Shaolin Temple.

Once again, Wang Hao was a little emotional. In the same place, the people around me have changed, and before you know it, you have experienced several worlds. If you return to Tianlong at this time, will you still be able to see them? I don't know if Brother Xiao is still overseas.

This Shaolin Temple is different from other sects, and the entrance can be said to be like a city. Of course, Wang Hao knew that these were all going up the mountain to burn incense and worship the Buddha. This Shaolin is really good at collecting money, Wang Hao really doesn't know, these people don't drink alcohol and eat meat, and they don't spend lavishly, where does this money go.

"Are the two donors here to burn incense? This side please. As soon as I arrived at the gate of Shaolin, a little monk stepped forward and walked in with Wang Hao and the others.

Zhang Wuji was a little stunned, neither of them spoke, why did this monk take himself in, could it be that this person from Shaolin Temple knew the master, and then looked at Wang Hao with puzzled eyes.

The monk took Wang Hao to the door of a side hall before stopping. "This is the place where incense is served, I don't know what kind of incense Gongzi is asking for?" After asking this, he stared at Wang Hao, waiting for Wang Hao's answer.

Now, Wang Hao understood. It turned out that this monk regarded himself as a local tyrant. Indeed, when I was at the gate, a monk asked me what I was doing on the mountain, and the answer at that time was to burn incense, but it was because I was afraid of trouble, and the gate was not easy to enter, so I casually found an excuse.

It should be his own answer, so that the monk of this gate notified the inside, and then this scene happened. Wang Hao looked around, and sure enough, there was nothing wrong. Everyone is basically dressed ordinary, but they are different, the clothes on their bodies are custom-made, and even the materials are high-quality fabrics.

This Shaolin can also read clothes and recognize people. And although the monk was asking Wang Hao, his gaze was straight on his hand.

Wang Hao looked at it. Wang Hao was immediately stunned, what is this going on, and he robbed it directly. "Merit box? So advanced? Want me to donate money? ”

"The merit is immeasurable, since the donor is here to offer incense, it is naturally caused by sincerity, this donation is all based on the heart, if the donor does not donate, it is natural." The monk was still able to speak well, and directly explained his actions.

Wang Hao was also a little speechless, it's okay if you don't donate. You yourself have said that you donate only if you are sincere, if I don't donate, won't it seem that I am insincere? If other people who burn incense will inevitably donate a lot of money for this sentence.

Of course, Wang Hao's goal this time is not incense. I won't donate money to you for nothing. Although my brother has money, I don't care about your inexplicable donation.

"I'm sincere, of course I'm sincere. It's just that my heart is not set on burning incense, what about you? What arhat hall, Dharma hall, hall master and the like, all called out. Wang Hao walked directly to the side of a big tripod in the Shaolin square and called out to those monks.

"I wonder what the donor wants to do with us?" Wang Hao's move directly caused some older monks around him to gather, and this person who seemed to be older stepped forward and asked.

And the people who burned incense were also whispering on the sidelines, pointing and discussing what was happening.

"I'm going to rob!" (To be continued.) )