"Master, can you see this red-clothed lama all over the mountains? It can also be known that hundreds of monks in Shaolin are ready to resist the enemy with force? The area around Mt. Shomuro is unstable right now. Chen Mo looked at the bitter gourd face of Zen Master Yulin and smiled.

"Alas, for one person, don't they know that the fool has escaped into the empty door and has nothing to do with the world?" Yulin's face was full of compassion but said a little rigidly.

"Secular, empty door, the master also sees it too simply, there is no empty door without the world, no matter how far a person escapes, he can't get out of the relationship with the world, not to mention that the old emperor was once the king of a country, and the things he carried on him couldn't be eliminated even if the Buddha arrived." Chen Mo said with a grin.

"How's that for good?" Chengguang on the side asked in a low voice.

"I'm going to meet Master Xingzhi, there are some things that have come under orders, and maybe he will need to end the matter in the end." Chen Mo said.

"Go in, he's facing the wall inside." Yulin and Chengguang opened the temple door and said.

Chen Mo walked into the small temple, behind the offering table in the small temple was a tall statue with curly hair and extremely ugly appearance, and after thinking about it, it was the Bodhidharma Patriarch from the Three Kingdoms, looking at the skinny appearance on his statue, Chen Mo didn't understand why his martial arts were ridiculously high.

Shunzhi turned his back to the outside and faced a wall, a string of Buddhist beads in his hand turned slightly, and the strings of scriptures in his mouth looked very religious, but Chen Mo could see that Shunzhi's face was gloomy and his breathing was uneven, and his heart was still very chaotic at this moment.

"Chen Mo has seen the master of the idiot, and the emperor will be here soon, I hope the emperor can meet him." Chen Mo stepped forward and whispered behind Shunzhi.

Shunzhi's hand paused, Chen Mo secretly sneered, what is a monk, just a poor person trapped by love, but the poor person must have something to hate, the Tartars invaded the Central Plains, although Shunzhi was young, he inherited the Tartars' brutal rule over the people of the Central Plains, so Chen Mo didn't care about the so-called kindness of the other party at this time.

If you can become a Buddha by putting down the butcher's knife, then Buddhism is a place to wash away the sins of the wicked, what about the thousands of people who have suffered and died because of these people, hoping for the ethereal transcendence for happiness in the next life?

Chen Mo never believed in happiness in the next life, there is revenge and revenge in this life, not to mention that he is now in an era when the Chinese people are bullied for the task of Wujiemen, in addition to the task, he is also trying to subvert this era, so that he can take away his woman.

"It's useless to see, why say goodbye?" Shunzhi looked up at the wall and said with a sad face.

"You only know when you see whether you are useful or useless, not to mention that he is your son, the so-called flesh and blood are not something that can be given up by becoming a monk, in that case, it is not called a monk, it is called ruthlessness and unrighteousness." Chen Mo stared at Shunzhi's slick head and said.

"When will he arrive?" Shunzhi asked as he twisted the beads in his hand again.

"Our striker has arrived, and the emperor should arrive in two days, and then he will borrow the Shaolin to meet the old emperor." Chen Mo said in a low voice.

"What about those people out there?" Shunzhi looked back at the young but murderous Chen Mo and asked.

Chen Mo's eyes were cold and he said:

"The red-clothed lama outside colluded with Wu Sangui's subordinates, as for what the motive is, I think the old emperor should know, although he can't coerce the Son of Heaven to order the princes, but the role of the old emperor to the emperor is still obvious."

Shunzhi's fingers kept fiddling with the Buddhist beads in his hand, his face became more tangled and painful, he closed his eyes and stopped talking to Chen Mo, facing the white wall, his breathing became more and more messy.

Chen Mo walked out of the small temple, and Yulin, who heard Chen Mo talking to Shunzhi, walked into the small temple with a sigh, and Chengguang, who was in charge of guarding outside, smiled bitterly and said:

"This time, the disciples of the Dharma Hall and the Luohan Hall have all arrived here, but there are so many red-clothed lamas outside, it will be difficult for us to deal with them."

"There is no need to worry about the number of opponents, but the other party also has masters, I wonder if the masters have masters here to guard?" Chen Mo found a stone pier from the side and sat down and asked in a low voice.

Chengguang nodded and shouted to an old monk on the side whose eyes were a little dull, but his hands were constantly gesturing with moves:

"Senior Brother Chengguan, come here and see Master Chen."

Chengguan, Chen Mo looked at this old monk unexpectedly, if this old monk was not old-fashioned and stubborn, the martial arts he learned could be regarded as the most in the Luding world, the old monk turned around and titheed and turned his head to continue tossing his martial arts, Chengguang smiled bitterly and said:

"This junior brother is a martial arts idiot, and he rarely cares about other things except martial arts, and I hope Master Chen will forgive me."

Chen Mo's eyes flickered, and he shook his hand to let Chengguang arrange the things around him, while he walked up to Chengguan and quietly watched his hand constantly change his moves, muttering in his mouth that he was muttering the mantra of how to use the strength angle of these moves.

Chen Mo is studious now, because his martial arts can only be at the middle level even in this world, if he can upgrade his martial arts such as Divine Movement and Cloud Turning Hands to the grandmaster level, then he can be regarded as a master in this world even if his skills are poor.

As Chengguan's palm flipped, Chen Mo also continued to follow his movements on the side, because Chengguan was thinking about martial arts, and did not pay attention to Chen Mo's blatant stealing on the side, and although Chengguang saw Chen Mo's movements in the distance, he thought that no one explained in detail that Shaolin martial arts would not be stolen like this.

A set of palm techniques continued to be sent back and forth from Chen Mo's hands several times, and gradually Chen Mo had understood the luck of this set of palm techniques, and his eyes began to appear dazed like a clear view, but his hands emitted a dull sound of energy.

Chengguan, who was awakened by the sound of Chen Mo's palm, suddenly saw the appearance of his palm, he stood up a little stunned and said:

"Hey, the little donor's Prajna palm is good? Come on, come on, the old man will make a few moves with you. ”

Chengguan said that he moved, and he also used the same palm technique as Chen Mo to start attacking, Chen Mo was falling into a realm of martial arts enlightenment, and as soon as he saw the other party's palm, he used a set of palm techniques to make the wind suddenly rise and fight with Chengguan.

Cheng Guan and Chen Mo dismantled it in a palm way, but he habitually explained in his mouth:

"Prajna palm was originally created by the Bodhidharma patriarch, this kung fu is known for its strength, it is the most Shaolin palm method, but this skill is all external strength to hurt the enemy, and there is no internal strength to support the lack of stamina, although it is Shaolin mastery but it is difficult to practice to the fullest;

At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the monk just fused with internal strength, and created a Shaolin King Kong palm, this door palm method has been cultivated both inside and outside, and the palm is mixed with the strength of the yuan, and when the enemy is hit, it is assisted by internal strength. ”