Half a month has passed since Chen Lang came to Shaolin.

Standing on piles, diving, chopping wood, kicking feet, and practicing some kung fu that interests him from time to time, Chen Lang has a very fulfilling life every day.

And compared to half a month ago, Chen Lang is much stronger than his original self, eighteen years old is the time to grow his body, although he eats coarse tea and light rice every day in Shaolin Temple, but Chen Lang still has some less obvious muscle lines on his body, which makes him really happy for two days.

In the past half a month, Chen Lang has gradually become accustomed to life in the Shaolin Temple, and now he can follow behind the senior brothers without falling behind when he carries water, and he also fights with a strong wind.

On this day, Master Tanzong was teaching Chen Lang and his senior brothers to practice sticks.

Shaolin Temple is a famous stick sect in the world, and all kinds of stick methods are also varied, such as what Qi Mei stick method, Panlong stick method, ** stick method, slightly sub stick method, eight treasures mixed yuan stick method, five tigers and sheep sticks, etc., and today Tan religion they practice stick method is the basic stick method of Shaolin - Qi Mei stick.

I saw that each of them had an eyebrow stick in his hand, holding it on his chest.

"Up!"

With Tan Zong's loud shout, the sticks in everyone's hands began to fly up and down.

The sound of haha is endless.

Qi Mei stick is the so-called stick long but not eyebrows, the body should follow each other, tiger mouth to tiger mouth, up and down the top and bottom of the fly, when a person practiced, the stick roared, and the momentum was extremely brave.

And such a large group of people practiced sticks, and they listened to the whistling sound of sticks in the courtyard.

Among these people, except for Chen Lang, who is new and slightly clumsy, everyone makes the sticks in their hands like fingers, and each stick flies up and down like a dragon in his hand, which makes people dazzled.

After playing the stick in his hand, Chen Lang gradually realized some tricks of making a stick, as the saying goes, the slow knife is a killer stick, this stick is all about speed, one pound and one split, the whole body is focused, if it reaches the realm of Master Tanzong, it is a big stone to be crushed.

But just when Chen Lang and the others were practicing, the back door of the courtyard was suddenly pushed open, and a young man in tattered clothes with some blood stains on his body broke in and threw himself on the ground.

"Who?!"

When Master Tanzong heard the voice, he immediately looked towards the back door.

Chen Lang looked at this young man, isn't this Brother Jie?! Suddenly, he remembered that this was the movie world, and this young man should be called Zhang Xiaohu.

Zhang Xiaohu glanced at the group of practicing monks with hazy eyes, and opened his mouth to say something, but he was so tired that he rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Master, this young man is injured!"

A group of monks hurriedly helped Zhang Xiaohu aside.

Looking at this young man who broke into the Shaolin Temple, Chen Lang knew that the plot had officially begun, and in another three or five years, maybe five or six years, Wang Ren would lead the army to level the Shaolin Temple.

"Monks, be merciful, hurry up and help him to follow me to the abbot!"

Saying that, Master Tanzong rushed out with his head in a hurry, and the monks behind him also ran out with Zhang Xiaohu, who had fainted, and Chen Lang also carried one of his legs.

At this time, the abbot and the monk were standing in front of the mountain gate, looking at the more and more refugees in front of the Shaolin Temple.

If it weren't for the fact that Emperor Wen of Sui worshiped Buddha and gave Shaolin Temple a hundred hectares of land, plus other rewards, making Shaolin Temple a big temple with hundreds of hectares of fertile land and huge temple property, I am afraid that Shaolin Temple would have been eaten up by these refugees.

Although there are a lot of temple properties in Shaolin Temple, it is inevitable to sit and eat empty mountains if it goes on like this.

"Abbot, now that the victims are constantly being affected every day, how can this be good?"

The monk looked at the victims coming and going with a sad face, and couldn't help but say to the abbot with a sad face.

"Amitabha, it is the duty of my Buddhist family to help the world and relieve the poor!"

The abbot also sighed and said.

After the monk value was lit up by Chen Lang's words, he was no longer as slamming the door as in the original book.

In fact, the monk is not bad, but because he cares too much about Shaolin, it seems a little picky.

The monk sighed, shook his head, and retreated behind the abbot, as for these refugees, try their best to rescue some.

At this moment, Tanzong and the others carried Zhang Xiaohu to the abbot.

"Abbot, this kid is seriously injured and has passed out, take him in!"

Looking at Zhang Xiaohu, who had passed out, Tan Zong said to the abbot.

"This person's face is full of murderous energy, I'm afraid it will bring disaster to my Shaolin!"

After the monk came close and looked at the unconscious Zhang Xiaohu, his face became even more sad.

"Monk value, saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter!"

As soon as Tan Zong heard the monk's words, he immediately said with some eagerness.

Looking at Zhang Xiaohu, who was seriously injured, the monk finally agreed with Tan Zong's words.

"The monks have mercy and carry him in, alas!"

Except for the abbot and Chen Lang, the other people felt very strange that the monk could say this, why was the monk so good at talking today?

"What are you still doing? Why don't you hurry up and carry people in! ”

Seeing that Tanzong and they were still standing there unmoved, the monk couldn't help but say with some complaints.

"Monk, that's right, it's important to save people."

Chen Lang carried Zhang Xiaohu on his back and walked into the temple, and Tan Zong and the others also thanked the monk while following Chen Lang into the temple together.

The abbot looked at the monk value and couldn't help but nod with satisfaction, it seems that Juehui's child's words really ignited the monk value.

"In this world, the world is in chaos, the heroes are competing for deer, and now King Zheng and Wang Shichong are killing innocents indiscriminately, and the whole Henan is a poor people!"

Seeing the appearance of this child's clothes being chased and killed here, the abbot guessed at a glance that this was probably the evil created by King Zheng's men and horses.

Wukong was a little strange about the transformation of the monk's value, and couldn't help but whisper to the half-air beside him, "Bankong, what did you say about the monk's value today, there is actually an iron-hearted heart that has become a bodhisattva's heart." ”

"You ask me, I ask who is going?"

Mid-air also said a little strangely.

"You two don't care about first aid, what are you muttering here?"

Seeing the two Wukong deserters, the monk couldn't help but say with a straight face.

"The disciple knows his mistake."

Wukong and Bankong obediently shut up this time, and put Zhang Xiaohu on a wooden bed.

"Senior Brother Sekong, you and Senior Brother Bankong will go and make a bowl of porridge first."

After settling Zhang Xiaohu down, Chen Lang immediately said to the coloring empty and mid-air.

Soon Sekong and Bankong rushed back with a bowl of porridge.

"Senior brother, the porridge is here!"

As he spoke, he handed the porridge bowl in the back to Chen Lang.

After taking the porridge, Chen Lang used a spoon to make a little porridge water and sent it to Zhang Xiaohu's mouth.

But Zhang Xiaohu was faint and dead, his teeth were tightly closed, and he couldn't pry them open.

"Master, what should I do if the porridge can't be poured in?"

Looking at the unconscious teenager, Tan Zong sighed and said.

"This kid is injured, his body is too weak, there is only light tea and light rice in the temple, I'm afraid I can't save him."

As soon as they heard Master's words, these monks couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

In the end, he said to everyone, "Master take care of him first, and my brothers and I will go find him something meaty and make up for him." ”

As he spoke, he picked a few people and went with him.

"Senior brother, are you going?"

Chen Lang found himself as soon as he saw the space, and hurriedly said.

"This person still needs someone to take care of him, so I'll stay and watch him with Master."

Looking at the backs of the five people walking out, Chen Lang couldn't help but murmur secretly, if you want to go, you can go, I don't want to be punished by the monk for three days.

Since seeing Zhang Xiaohu, the protagonist, Chen Lang has made up his mind to practice martial arts desperately in the past few years, facing the wall for three days is delaying for three days, and now Chen Lang doesn't even want to delay for an hour, and now he still has the strength to save his life is the most important thing.

In the end, they still paid the price of facing the wall for three days in exchange for a live frog.

Seeing that several of his senior brothers pleaded guilty to the master for killing a frog, Chen Lang laughed secretly, but he still pleaded with the master for the senior brothers.

"Master, saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, compared to the life of a human life and the life of a frog, you can't lose a big one because of a small one."

A few people couldn't help but quietly hand over a grateful glance to Chen Lang.

"You guys, when did I say I was going to blame you?!"

Tan Zong rolled his eyes, said with a slight smile, and then looked at Chen Lang again.

"You kid knows a lot, I said how could there be such a big change in the monk's value today, if the abbot hadn't told me personally, I didn't know that your kid actually had the ability to turn into a monk!"

Seeing that the master was not blaming himself and the others, Likong and the others couldn't help but breathe a sigh of understanding.

As soon as Wukong and Bankong next to him heard Master's words, they immediately surrounded Chen Lang.

"Little junior brother, I didn't expect you to have such a great ability, tell me how you did it at that time."

As soon as Wukong and Bankong said this, Chen Lang was immediately surrounded by other senior brothers.

"Brother, let's talk about it..."

"Let's talk about it..."

Looking at this group of enthusiastic senior brothers, Chen Lang had no choice but to reluctantly tell what happened.

After listening to the story of Chen Lang's entry into Shaolin, these senior brothers suddenly looked at Chen Lang like a wave of sycophants, and almost didn't praise him to the sky.

Tan Zong couldn't stand it anymore, and immediately coughed heavily.

"Look at what kind of system you have become, and learn more Buddhism with Juehui in the future!"

"Yes, Master."

Several of Chen Lang's senior brothers immediately said at the same time.

"You boys..."

Tan Zong shook his head and smiled, and then said to the few of them.

"Okay, after the chicken porridge is ready, bring it over immediately!"

"Yes, Master."

answered in mid-air, and immediately began to boil chicken porridge.

Chen Lang followed Tan Zong to the room where Zhang Xiaohu was placed.

ps: The exam is on the street, we are taking the B paper, but we are memorizing the A paper, paralyzed, this teacher is too yin

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