On the news the next day, Yun Ze was in the headlines, and the news content was: The pervert was captured by a teenager!

It's very brief, and it seems that they don't want to cause any trouble to Yun Ze either.

In the morning, Yun Ze was just about to get up, only to feel a buzzing in his head, and suddenly there were ripples all around, and the girl in red shoes appeared in front of him again.

The dreamy light lingered in his eyes, and he felt as if he was in the cracks of time and space, unable to break free.

In a daze, Yun Ze felt as if he had fallen on a piece of grass, and the exhaustion of his body made him unable to open his eyes anymore and fell into a deep sleep.

The bells of the twilight drums are ringing, and the early morning of the temple is always so lively.

When Yun Ze woke up from his sleep, he smelled the incense of the temple in his nose, this smell had not been smelled for a long time, and a familiar feeling made him happy in his heart, "Could it be that I have crossed back, if it is, it would be good!"

It's a pity that this is not the China of the twentieth century, but the China of a parallel historical era, as if it was in the Southern Song Dynasty!

At this moment, the door was opened, and an obese monk walked in, and said to Yun Ze: "You are awake!"

Yun Ze looked at the fat monk and suddenly said, "This is the Shaolin Temple!"

The fat monk smiled: "That's right, by the way, hurry up and drink the medicine, how can a child faint on the grass!

Yun Ze thought about it, gave himself a random name, and said: "My name is Duanmu Ling, my parents were killed by robbers on the road, and now I am homeless!" he said, tears flowed down his eyes, in fact, this is not a lie, he is indeed homeless, and he can't see his parents anymore, and the tears are also heartfelt.

"What a poor child!" Seeing the crystal tears falling from his girl-like face, the fat monk couldn't help but be stunned, but then recovered, and said, "Since that's the case, then I'll ask the abbot!" After speaking, the fat monk put down the bowl and turned around and walked out of the door.

"By the way, I don't know the master's name!" Yun Ze asked before he left.

The fat monk said: "My name is not quitting!"

"Oh?" Yun Ze was very strange about this kind of legal name.

Half an hour later, a monk with eyes like torches and kind eyebrows came from outside the room, "I am the abbot of Shaolin Temple, the little donor, if you want, you can be a lay disciple in Shaolin, after the age of eighteen, you have learned a few martial arts, go down the mountain!"

Now Duanmu Ling, thankfully: "Thank you Abbot for taking it in!"

"It's okay, it's okay, the monk is to open the door of convenience, and saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter!"

In this way, Duanmu Ling became a lay disciple of Shaolin, wearing a white temple uniform, and the abbot Bukong occasionally taught him a few sets of martial arts, but the Shaolin Temple's internal strength was not taught to him, but gave him a strange book, saying: "This "Yijin Sutra" was created by the Bodhidharma Patriarch, is a supreme internal strength method, but unfortunately no one in Shaolin Temple has ever practiced it, when I first saw you, I knew that you were a destined person of "Yijin Sutra", and now I will hand it over to you, and I want to have a good understanding!"

"Yijin Sutra" is a peerless martial art created by Bodhidharma Patriarch, can be called the first internal strength of Shaolin Temple, but the mystery is exquisite, Shaolin Temple has been in the past dynasties, few people can practice, and the monk who practiced this "Yijin Sutra" is not a world master who shocked the world.

Duanmu Ling's memory of his previous life, so he knows how powerful the "Yijin Sutra" is, but people who practice this internal skill, few people can succeed, no one knows this reason, for generations, it has always been a mystery, even if it is a monk who cultivates this mental method, he doesn't know, except for the Bodhidharma Patriarch!

"Yijin Jing" This is a thunderous in martial arts novels, which is familiar to him as a bookworm, and it can't be familiar anymore, the treasure of Shaolin Temple is now in his hands.

There are a total of twelve pictures on the "Yijin Sutra", and there are some annotated formulas and acupoint red lines on it, but fortunately, in order to read the novel more easily, he spent a month completely memorizing all the acupoints on the person's body and remembering them.

Now looking at the picture above, I feel the continuous undulation of this air flow in my chest, and this air flow is constantly beating in the eight veins of the Qi Jing, like a small tadpole.

In this situation, he meditated on the futon, cross-legged luck, slowly controlled this air flow, operated in the body, controlled this air flow without leaving any other thoughts, and operated in the body according to the practice route above the "Yi Jin Jing", and merged into the dantian, and as the air flow flowed into the dantian, he felt that his muscles and flesh became tougher.

After three hours, Duanmu Ling stopped continuing to cultivate, and if he wanted to hurry, he couldn't reach it, and his internal cultivation was even more sloppy. Shaolin martial arts are wide open, full of masculinity, and the external skills are especially good, the kung fu of the iron cloth shirt and the boy gong is practiced to the highest level and even invulnerable, and it is easy to open the stubborn stone.

However, most of Shaolin kung fu is masculine all the way, but there is no kung fu that really overcomes rigidity with softness, all of them are preemptive martial arts, full of domineering!

Duanmu Ling walked to the back mountain of the temple and played a set of boxing methods taught by the abbot, which is the Shaolin Temple's introductory boxing method "Luohan Boxing". In addition, there is also a set of body methods and light exercises, which are the big body transfer method and the grass flying light gong.

Due to the cultivation of a trace of internal force in the body, a set of punches can actually hit a little palm wind, but what makes him feel strange is that the Luohan boxing he played is obviously not right, there is no masculinity of Shaolin martial arts, but it is a little feminine, beautiful is beautiful, but it looks a little fancy.

"What the hell is going on?" Duanmu Ling was a little puzzled, why his boxing skills became like this, but when he played the whole set of punches, he seemed to be able to hear the air flow dancing in the air, the feeling of going with the flow was very pleasant, and the true qi in his body was running faster in this situation.

Closing his fist, he slowly exhaled and walked down the mountain, at this time he thought of a very strange question, if he is in a parallel world, then what kind of martial arts era is this, first of all, it must be China's martial arts world, and the second must be Master Jin's martial arts world, and so on, "It's not the era of condor shooting!"

Thinking of this possibility, he couldn't cry or laugh, he had read all of Master Jin's novels, but except for the Condor Trilogy, it was because Master Jin's novels were adapted into TV series, which led to the novels being gradually forgotten, and on the Internet, he only read fantasy novels.

Before being hit by a car, I just bought the Condor trilogy, and without reading a word, I died, and I crossed over!

Without a golden finger, in ancient times, it was quite difficult!

"However, since the "Yijin Sutra" is in my hands, will I still be afraid!"

Duanmu Ling shouted at the sky: "I will definitely practice the Yijin Sutra!"