Zhao Yu followed the sweeping monk all the way to a separate garden in Shaolin Temple.

The reason why he stopped the few remaining martial arts people and did not target other Shaolin monks, did he really think that Zhao Yu's conscience found out?

Since he was born in his mother's womb, he Zhao Yu has been a little person who is eager to repay and calculate.

The reason why he put down the butcher's knife in Tallinn, in addition to Zhang Sanfeng's request before, was actually more of an exchange.

And the condition of the exchange is that the old monk brought Zhao Yu to this courtyard.

"That's it?"

Zhao Yu looked at the opening of a side door in front of him, and frowned slightly.

It's not that Zhao Yu doesn't have the eyesight to see, but in front of him, in this small door that is more simple than the firewood room, can he have what he wants?

"Since the donor can pass the thirteen levels of the Golden Bell Jar, he naturally has deep roots in wisdom, and he must be able to understand the mystery......

The sweeping monk stepped forward and slowly pushed the door open.

Zhao Yu squinted his eyes sharply at this time.

Shaolin Temple was first orthodox in Zen Buddhism, and then it was a holy place for martial arts.

Therefore, in an ancient temple, even Zhao Yu can sense a sense of charity and peace.

But only when he came to this small door, the moment the old monk opened the small door, a fierce killing intent rushed to his face.

Even in the darkest edict of Jinyiwei, the killing intent was far inferior to the small door in front of him.

What surprised Zhao Yu even more was that the small gate in front of him was unremarkable, and the walled courtyard in front of him was also empty.

It was clear that the scorching sun was in the sky, but when Zhao Yu raised his eyes, it was pitch black inside this small door.

On this side of the wall and inside the small door, there seem to be two worlds.

But Zhao Yu really saw that there was nothing to cover the sky above the inner courtyard at all......

"Everything arises from causes, and there is no birth and no destruction!"

The sweeping monk looked at Zhao Yu and hesitated, and did not urge or ridicule, but just folded his hands and muttered.

Zhao Yu hesitated for a moment, then raised his feet and walked towards the small door.

He is naturally timid and cautious, even if he is pregnant with the golden bell jar of the incarnation, he still does not dare to be careless.

Stepping into the small door, the old monk immediately stepped forward and closed the small door.

Zhao Yu, who entered the small door, the world was instantly dark.

This one looks like an ordinary courtyard, but it seems to stand in another time and space.

Zhao Yu's internal breath flowed, and the golden light inscriptions around his body flickered.

After adjusting himself to the best condition, Zhao Yu began to try to walk towards the endless darkness.

One step, two steps......

Zhao Yu, who was silently counting the steps in his heart, when he counted the ninth step, a golden light suddenly lit up not far in front of him, and a plaque with a Zen flow appeared in the void not far away.

Woodman Alley!!

"Shaolin Temple Muren Lane?!"

Zhao Yu is not unfamiliar with these three words, whether it is a film and television drama in his previous life, he has mentioned this place.

If a lay monk wants to descend the mountain, he must cross this place.

And the old monk's unbelievable inner breath was realized in this place.

It's just that there is not a single hair here except for these three words.

Zhao Yu, who can't even practice some superficial kung fu, has a talent for martial arts.

Even if you are here to die, it is estimated that you will not be able to comprehend the sweeping monk's supreme inner breathing exercises.

Just when Zhao Yu wanted to give up, Jin Guang rose again.

Looking at it, a bronze figure with angry eyes appeared under the plaque.

"This ...... Why does it look familiar? ”

Looking at the bronze figure that suddenly appeared, Zhao Yu muttered in his heart.

He seemed to have seen this scene in front of him somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Without waiting for Zhao Yu to come up with an ugly man, the bronze man on the opposite side shouted violently.

"Drink! Ha! Shaolin Temple Eighteen Bronze People!! ”

Nima?!

Zhao Yu looked at the bronze men who were angry at King Kong, and his thoughts were instantly opened.

Isn't this the eighteen neurotics that trapped Stephen Chow?!

Without waiting for Zhao Yu to say anything, these eighteen guys swarmed up......

……

Outside the courtyard, the sweeping monk sat cross-legged, silently calculating the time in his heart.

When he entered the Muren Alley, it took three days and three nights to get through the eighteen bronze people, and after entering the inner alley, he inadvertently realized the artistic conception of the Dharma Patriarch left in it.

In the view of the sweeping monk, the artistic conception of the Bodhidharma Patriarch left in the wooden alley, he realized that it was less than one percent.

I don't know how long this young man who can transform the golden bell jar into a realm can break through the eighteen bronze figures, and he can realize the artistic conception of several percent in the inner alley.

On the other hand, Gu Mozhi, who was originally full of pomp, has been beaten by the wrestlers and Erha of the prison headquarters.

Even the Fuer on the right side was torn off in half by Erha......

It stands to reason that Gu Mozhi not only has his own flame knife, but also can easily send a little Wuxianggong, and the seventy-two stunts can be urged out one by one.

Such a master is more than enough to deal with more than 20 wrestlers from the headquarters of the superintendent.

Fuck it, next to those guys, there is also a sweeping Jiang Yuyan.

This girl is not only strong in internal breath, but also will specialize in the six-vein divine sword of Gu Mozhi.

Most of the Gu Mozhi, who was focused on guarding against Jiang Yuyan, was naturally not the opponent of those wrestlers in the headquarters of the superintendent.

was pressed to the ground by more than 20 people, and his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and finally Jiang Yuyan used a yang finger to seal the big points around his body.

If it weren't for the fact that when Zhao Yu left, he had already ordered them to stop, and it would be impossible for Gu Mozhi in front of him to just be beaten by a fat beating!

……

"Three sixes!"

In the wooden alley, eighteen bronze people besieged Zhao Yu.

But it's not a fight, it's a game of cards.

At the beginning of the year, Zhao Yu deliberately made a deck of playing cards in order to pass the time.

I didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.

"Three ticks!"

One of the bronze figures threw down three cards, and then looked at Zhao Yu nervously.

"King Bomb!!"

Zhao Yu smiled slightly, threw out two trump cards, and then slapped the last 'three' in his hand on the ground.

"Will you lose the bet, everyone, can I pass?"

Looking at the dejected bronze men, Zhao Yu said proudly.

The eighteen bronze figures glanced at each other, then threw down the playing cards in their hands, came to the bottom of the hanging plaque, and formed a formation.

Eighteen people gathered their strength, and the golden light was shining in an instant.

In the darkness behind the golden light of everyone, a door suddenly flashed, and as the eighteen people sang the Buddha's name, the door slowly opened.

"Thank you!"

Zhao Yu put away the playing cards, and when he walked past the eighteen bronze people, he handed this playing card to the leading bronze man.

Zhao Yu stepped into the door and disappeared in front of the eyes of the eighteen bronze men.

And these eighteen Hanhans, after Zhao Yu left, immediately restarted......

Killing the sweeping monks outside would not have thought that the eighteen bronze people who stopped the top masters would be passed by the landlord in a game!