The ancient temple has changed from noisy to quiet. Just like a big tree that has experienced countless winds and rains for thousands of years, even if there is a strong wind, it can get by. For the monks in the temple who did not directly participate in the front-line battles, this is exactly the same story as the countless times in the past dynasties that "someone knocked →on the door and was beaten away". In the end, it will only add another stroke to the brilliant achievements of Shaolin, so that they can boast happily after going out: "You see, our Shaolin Temple is really still a thousand-year-old martial arts master, come to the dragon to descend the dragon, come to the tiger to subdue the tiger!"

But for the monks who really participated in this battle, the mood was completely different.

This time, there were no dead people from beginning to end, but from the eighteen old bronze men to the one hundred and eight dragon set arhats, everyone wilted like frosted eggplants. With more fights and fewer fights, the right time, place and people are all here-but in the end they were beaten down by a group of girls!

Where does this old face of the old man go?!

Now that I think about it, I'd rather lose to that Kunlun Three Saints He Zudao!

Don't say that color is emptiness, if they really had that realm, they wouldn't have been screaming for thousands of years not to let women enter the monastery. There may not be men and women in the eyes of the Buddha, but there are men and women in the eyes of monks, and there is a difference between men and women, but they don't usually think about it.

In addition, when it comes to the topic of "men and women", we have to mention three wonders. This time, she can be regarded as "endless disaster".

After being cleaned up by Mrs. Sanmiao's sound skills, the young monks, who were strong in blood and lack of qualitative qualities, were a little in a trance when they walked on the road. Many monks have been sent to the Shaolin Temple since childhood, and they do not know much about the world outside the mountains outside the wall, and they have basically never seen women. And as soon as Sanmiao, a big expert, made a move, it was like the big demon king blocking the entrance of the novice village. The souls of many little monks are about to be hooked away. They returned to the meditation room in a daze while recuperating from their injuries, and they didn't know what they were thinking, but the figure of the "female benefactor wearing a veil and wearing little wear" kept flashing in their minds, and they were all stunned.

The meditation kung fu of the next generation of Shaolin is worrying.

Except for these people. The three monks who are masters of breaking the level also have their own situations.

The laughing monk was broken with a finger of Zen, and he didn't relax for a long time.

The angry monk was slapped a few times, and he was indignant and uneasy.

The bitter monk returned to the room to be quietly lucky, and his golden bell jar actually couldn't last a few times. The jack pendant plus the power of the dragon elephant is really strong, no more, as long as it takes two or three more feet. He could only bow down and admit defeat after being shattered. He worked hard to heal his wounds, but it would take at least a week to fully recover.

Speaking of which, now Shaolin is the most complete with the highest combat power on the bright side, but it is the Jueyuan monk who has never been cared about. The little monks who knew about this were all incredible, this good old man who was a good bully on weekdays. Well, it seems that you can't die too much in the future, so it's better to be respectful in front of Zhang Junbao, a little monk who didn't even write the Dharma name in the original text.

Of course, in addition to the masters on the surface, there are naturally hidden ones who have never made a move.

Not much, just one.

It couldn't be more. In another world, the entire Peng country has a vast territory and a large population, and everyone practices martial arts, and in the end, the only ones who stand out and are known to the world are only the four innate and two heavenly kings. Shaolin Temple is even the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism, even if there are countless magic cheats including top-level mastery. After all, the number of people is too small, and it is already incredible to have these masters.

Abbot Tianming came to a small courtyard. He came to meet this hidden master.

In the small courtyard, an old monk was reading the scriptures peacefully. Although there have been a lot of old monks recently, the old monk in front of him is very different. He was tall and had thick eyebrows, and he must have been a mighty and domineering man when he was young. I don't know how old he is now, but at first glance it looks like nothing. If you look closely, you will find that there are more than sixty, seventy, or even one hundred. It's all possible.

His waist was straight, and there was no sign of hunching over. A pair of eyes are old and not mixed. Shenhua is plump, and his skin seems to be slightly shiny, which is also a big factor that makes it difficult to tell his true age. But Tianming knew that the old monk in front of him was older than everyone imagined. Tianming was already sixty years old, but when he was young and had just entered Shaolin, the old monk in front of him was already an old monk.

More than fifty years have passed, and the old monk seems to have not changed at all, with peace in his sù, so that Tianming, who is theoretically the supreme leader of Shaolin, usually does not even dare to come out.

Tianming, in fact, has already known this old monk.

This time, Tianming came in a hurry, and naturally he had a stomach full of words to ask the old monk: "Zen master, why didn't the Zen master make a move today?" In Tianming's opinion, if this old monk made a move, there was no one in the world who could stop him. At the beginning, if he was willing to go out of the mountain, it might not be Wang Chongyang who took the lead. The Jiuyin True Scripture that Huashan argues for on the sword is contrary to the number of Shaolin roads, and it is okay not to fight. But today, someone came to the door, why didn't he fight back?

The old monk didn't put down the scroll in his hand, but asked lightly, "Why do you want to make a move?"

As soon as he spoke, his voice was old, peaceful and majestic, it was a kind of power that had been precipitated over the years, which made Tianming suffocated, and he couldn't say all the words he wanted to say: "This ......"

The old monk put down the scroll and glanced at Tianming: "Does the abbot think that if the poor monk makes a move, he can calm his troubles?"

He didn't say "incident", but "trouble", which made Tianming smile bitterly: "Trouble comes from the heart, and if the heart is uneven, the trouble is uneven, this truth is understood by the younger generation." But today is a matter of great importance, and although the boy agreed to stay at the last moment, it is really dangerous. It is really ...... to put countless great fortunes on the thoughts of a young child It's just funny. Zen master, although martial arts can't calm troubles, but can calm opponents. ”

"Hahahaha!" The old monk suddenly laughed when he heard this, shook his head while laughing, and said slowly after a while: "If the poor monk says, even if the poor monk makes a move, he can't beat the opponent?"

"This-" Tianming was stunned, he really didn't think about this possibility: "This is impossible!"

"Why is it impossible? There is still a master today, although this person does not make a move, but he always locks the poor monk with his breath. If the poor monk doesn't make a move, the man won't make a move. If the poor monk wants to be strong. Naturally, that man would not sit idly by. Although the poor monk and the man did not meet each other, if they really fought each other, they would not say who won and who lost, but only affected the destruction, I am afraid that it would not only be the roof of the Daxiong Treasure Hall. At that time, the old monk only pressed down all the churning bells with a Buddha name, but he did not come forward. It is to avoid fighting with martial arts.

"This, how can this be ......" Tianming's eyes fluttered, he carefully recalled what he had seen today, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't recall a person with the basic characteristics of a super master, "old".

Refining and refining gas, as Xiuyu said, needs to be done step by step. Without the accumulation of time, how can you have superhuman skills. As for when Yang Qi was in full swing, he had already run away and didn't see it. After the fight with Colorless, he immediately came here, so there are many things that the abbot doesn't know.

"Could it be that there are still others hidden on the side?"

The old monk shook his head and said slowly, "Abbot." Don't want to be empty. Even if the man didn't do it, just the women who made it, the old monk was really not sure to defeat him. ”

This sentence really shocked Tianming completely. He was dumbfounded: "Is the woman who makes the sound gong really so profound?"

"It's not that, it's another. The old monk said: "You also know that among the four treasures of this temple, the muscles and bones are practiced outside the Yi Tendon Sutra. Wash the marrow and practice the pulse points in the meridian. The Yijin Sutra is practiced to the peak, and it can be practiced into a true body without leakage (Note: The Yijin Sutra in the Golden Book is an internal strength method, and it refers to reality here. make an override change). But for thousands of years, only a nameless sweeping monk who was created by Gongshen hundreds of years ago spent 60 years practicing the Yijin Sutra to the fullest. But that woman, at a young age, has already cultivated her true body without leakage. ”

"No leakage of the true body?!" Tianming only felt five thunderbolts hit the top, as if there was a lightning bolt on his big bald head. No leakage of the real body. These four words are like myths and legends for the people in the rivers and lakes who practice hard skills and outer kung fu.

He stammered: "Appearance, legend has no leakage, and the true body has infinite strength. The hair and skin of the body are all treasures, and the bones and blood are all relics. It is to sit and die, and the relics will not rot for a hundred years...... That dragon elephant is also a miracle of refining the body. The immortal genius Golden Wheel Dharma King has been cultivating continuously, but in the end it is still a thin line. She is a little woman with a leaky body, how could she ...... W-How is this possible!"

The true body without leakage is the legendary Arhat realm, which has moved from reality to mythology.

The old monk shook his head: "No matter how talented you are, no one who has no fate can't cultivate." She already has such a realm at a young age, and I am afraid that she has her own incredible encounters. There are top-level body refining exercises, endless supplements, and lack of luck, all of which can be achieved without them. The so-called deep relationship with Buddha is like this. Don't look at her skills, if you talk about the strength of the body, it may be difficult to find an opponent in the world. If she really has murderous intentions, it will be difficult to stop thousands of troops. After all, the poor monk is old and frail, if he can't win quickly, who will die in the end, only by the will of heaven. ”

"This ......" Tianming only now finally understood what kind of ruthless character he was who came to the gym today. It's no wonder that the three masters who broke the level just now ran away without saying a word, and they must have been severely abused at the hands of that woman.

But where did these people come from?

is also a super master of industrial ginseng creation, and a woman who has cultivated a leakless real body, how could such a scary team jump out without any noise?

"Who are these women? Why did they come to my Songshan? What is the purpose? This ......" killed Tianming, he couldn't imagine that these people were not coming for him at all, but just happened to catch up with the incident. He only felt that there were countless mysteries in his mind, and his head was about to explode.

"Don't let Huss think about it. The world is so big, the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger, who dares to say that he has read all the thousands of mountains at a glance?" The old monk shook Tianming's mind with his light luck skills: "Bring that boy here." ”

"Yes. "Tianming came to him, mainly for this matter. Whether the boy is divine or not, the old monk in front of him has to look at it. The old monk saw through it in advance, so he had no choice but to bow and leave.

After Tianming retreated, a trace of worry appeared on the old monk's face. He got up and walked into the courtyard and looked up at the sky. In the sky, a dark cloud came from the north, as if it were going to rain.

"My life is coming to an end, time is running out, and I don't know if this wind and rain will be over. As soon as he raised his hand, his withered old hand was clutching a black and inconspicuous "stone". There was a slight light on this thing that looked like a stone, so faint that it was impossible to see unless you looked closely.

The old monk, who had cultivated extremely deeply, seemed to feel something. sighed slightly: "The thousand-year-old giant tree will eventually wither." This ancestral garden of Zen Buddhism lasts for thousands of years, but after all, it is dying twilight, and it cannot afford to be this thing. Only the sunrise and the body of destiny can withstand it. Otherwise, there will be calamity. It seems that this thing needs to be sent away from Shaolin as soon as possible, and a disaster needs to be sent away. ”

He reminisced about today's events, and met these people at this juncture, which he thought was not a coincidence, but some kind of dark karma.

"There are two people who are blessed today, and that boy is one of them. Guo Jing's daughter is the second. But if you really say that the sun rises and the body of destiny ......" The old monk pondered for a long time, then looked at the dark clouds in the sky in the distance, and seemed to have made up some kind of determination.

And at the same moment, in the distance, in the great plain of Henan, covered with dark clouds. Amid the rumbling of hooves, flags were unfurled, and a group of people were hurrying away. Although this group of people is dressed in civilian clothes, although their actions are fast and orderly, they are not ordinary people at first glance. The residents along the way all panicked and avoided when they saw it, and they didn't dare to take a breath, because this group of slaughtered people was the same as the aura of the Mongolian sergeant.

Wuyun invasion. This group also invaded south, as if they were leading the clouds to encroach on the earth.

In a short time, the mountains are in sight. As soon as the leader raised his hand, everyone reined in and stopped.

"This is Songshan?" The leader was a strange man in strange clothes and unknown appearance, and he asked his opponent in a hoarse voice: "The Han man surnamed Guo has figured it out, the qi of the unicorn is indeed in Shaolin?"

"Back to my lord, Mr. Guo has a saying: Songshan is known as Zhongyue, and the five directions are in the middle. The position is photographed. That Shaolin is the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism, and the cultivation of kung fu is based on the principle of 'patience and immobility'. It is also in line with the original meaning of 'earth'. That Shaolin once had thirteen stick monks to protect the Tang King's merits, and many dynasties were rewarded by the royal family. The dragon qi has been infiltrated for a long time. Moreover, Mr. Guo has repeatedly calculated that that thing is now in Shaolin. ”

"Hmph, that's right. The strange man said in a dark voice: "The world's martial arts are out of Shaolin? Hmph! Now that the Great Khan wants to dominate the Eight Wildernesses, and all of them will return to the Great Khan, how can he allow a group of monks to embrace martial arts and self-respect, and violate the ban with martial arts. "Hundred losses," he looked at a masked man beside him, "Tonight's battle is your vote." ”

The masked man was covered with human heads, all of them women's. On a hot day, however, there was a swishing cold air, which made his companions involuntarily hide away, and the horses he rode trembled. The masked man's voice was extremely ugly, as if his vocal cords had been torn: "Although the subordinates are not afraid, Shaolin has its own length for thousands of years. If you belong to one person, you may delay a big event. ”

"Naturally, you are not alone, I am full of Immortal Heavenly God Sect talents, you will know when you arrive. However, the so-called meritorious deeds, if you are good enough, you can be given one of the great return pills you have won. The Yijin Sutra and the Pulp Washing Sutra are not impossible for you to read. The strange man chuckled: "Haven't you always wanted to be a human head in Beijing? It depends on your value." ”

At the mention of this, the masked man immediately bowed his head: "Yes, subordinates - do your best." ”

Wisps of green qi escaped from under the mask, it was obviously spring, but the people nearby shivered, and their expressions were as terrifying as if they had been blown into their necks by the yin wind of the grave.

Boom, black clouds rolled, muffled thunder rolled, and rushed towards Songshan.

The perspective returns to the protagonist.

Coming down from Shaomu Mountain, the group walked together one by one and came to Fengdeng County to stay. There were enough people, and the entire inn was covered by them. There are countless things to say and do, what to do next, every little sister needs the order of the chief. But no matter who asks for instructions, their leaders are just: "Oh ......", "Uh......", "Let's talk ......"

Seeing such an abnormal appearance of the leader, the little sisters don't know why, but they don't bother anymore. Maybe she's got something to do with her kung fu? It just so happens that everyone has a little understanding, so let's take some time to digest and absorb it first. Guo Xiang had a stomach full of things to say, but he was also pulled away by the little sisters.

Only when Wu Zhengfeng came over and asked her, "What's wrong?" Yang Qi's eyes rolled, his gaze focused, revealing a little expression: "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about it...... Have I ever seen that bear child? ”

"Bear child?" Wu Zhengfeng immediately understood, and she laughed: "Have you been to Tibet before?"

"Wood has. ”

"Then how did you ever see a Tibetan child?"

"I don't know, but I always feel that something is inexplicably familiar, but I can't remember something. ”

"Forget it, it seems that the time has not yet come, don't force it. Besides, the toddler had only been in Shaolin for a few days. If you are really concerned, when he is done, see him and ask him, won't it be all clear? Okay, don't think too much, just rest first. ”

"Hmm...... Huh?" Yang Qi suddenly raised her eyebrows in surprise, and then hugged the little man's waist in a bad way: "Jiao Niang, your tone just now is really like a little daughter-in-law." Say, do you want to marry a widow?

"You're not ashamed to talk nonsense. ”

Fight and make trouble, and rest in peace. The sun sets and the moon rises, and everything is silent.

When the moon was in the middle of the sky, suddenly, Yang Qi sat up from the bed like a corpse, grabbed his hair with an irritable face and went crazy silently: "Why can't I sleep ——! for Mao! I can't sleep for Mao! I can't wait so long, I have to go to the little hairy child today to ask for an understanding!"

Half an hour later, Wu Zhengfeng suddenly woke up from his sleep. From a deep sleep to a moment, she immediately opened her eyes and looked at a dark corner of the room that seemed to be empty: "What's the matter?"

"Repay the Lord," in the corner, there was a petite figure that seemed to blend in with the night, it was the girl who was the guide for Wu Zhengfeng on Qingcheng Mountain that day. She knelt down on one knee and said, "My subordinates found that the nearby Mongolian army was transferred and moved in a strange direction, as if they were going to march here. In about a day, you can get here. ”

"The transfer of the army?" This is not a trivial matter, Wu Zhengfeng immediately got up: "Can you report Yang Qi?"

"Not yet. ”

"Why?" Wu Zhengfeng frowned slightly: "Ying Qianhua, don't forget that you are a member of no one in the world, and Yang Qi is your direct boss." ”

"Yes, the subordinate understands, but ......" the girl's voice was distressed and handed out a note: "This was found in the chief's room." ”

Wu Zhengfeng took it and took a look, but she could see clearly that there was no candle flame, it was Yang Qi's unique writing font - [Sister can't sleep, go to Shaolin Temple for a walk, and come back immediately!(~y▽~)]

Wu Zhengfeng slapped his forehead: "This person is ......" (to be continued)

ps: e3 says ff7 is going to reset...... As an uncle who has come from the PS1 era, when I see the high-definition CG, my mood is like "this !!!". But after thinking about the festival of the company, it became "this ......" again. In short, all the uncles and aunts like me, let's stabilize first, calm down for a while, and see the momentum. Don't be like the same "HD HD Mosaic" last time, there are not many uncles and aunts who are childlike and can't afford to hurt...... R580