Lose four games in a row!

Watara's face became very ugly.

Before the war, he had foreseen three scenarios.

First, Shaolin won, although it lost some good land and monk property, but it retained the prestige of Shaolin;

Second, the imperial court narrowly won, although it lost the good land monks and disciples, but the profound martial arts displayed still made the people of the world dare not underestimate Shaolin half a point;

Third, the imperial court won a big victory, no matter what, if you want to come to Shaolin, you can win one or two games and save some face.

Unexpectedly, there was another situation.

The imperial court won neatly, although Shaolin showed many stunts, but after all, it was not a win!

The thoughtless monk was defeated.

He couldn't stop Zhuge Zheng's amazing shot, whether it was martial arts or tactics, he lost everything.

Great sorrow was defeated.

He and Xiao Feng palmed against each other, although he lost a move in the end, but he also played the prestige of Shaolin, and this game was the best and most valuable.

Pain Zen was defeated.

Defeated by the famous four famous catchers, although they showed many stunts, they lost too quickly, and there was a loss, which was really miserable.

The five elders in their arms were defeated.

Losing to an old monster in his hundred and twenty years doesn't sound like a shame, but the five elders in his arms are all old-timers, and they are five people fighting one.

Not only was it broken by someone to "embrace the world", but even the carefully studied trick, the five-fingered heart that fused the essence of Wudang's heart method, was also broken by Sanhe Yishi's finger.

Even if Wudang doesn't come to accountability, when the Jianghu people mention this matter in the future, they will be a little shameless after all.

When Wudang was just rising, they once said that Zhang Sanfeng was an outcast of Shaolin and was not worth mentioning.

After that, Zhang Sanfeng cultivated to become a supreme great master, and they didn't dare to say that anymore, but they couldn't help but be a little proud.

Now the elders in the Shaolin Sect have taken the initiative to study Wudang's mastery, wouldn't it be a big slap in the face to say it?

They are both masters of hermitage and are good at setting up formations and attacking together, but the two sides don't see each other well and despise each other.

The five elders in his arms feel that Sandu is narrow-minded, bullying good and afraid of evil, pedantic and old-fashioned, and eating the ancient.

Sandu felt that he was pretending to be a posture with the five elders, pretending, being elegant, and vulgar.

There was already a contradiction between the two sides, and at this moment, the five elders were defeated, and the tragedy could not help but be even more resentful.

However, there are still strong enemies now, and no matter how much resentment there is in Duzai's heart, it can only be said later.

Du Zheng said: "Amitabha, the martial arts of the Sanhe donor are unfathomable, and the old man admires it very much, but the next time he makes a move, it seems that only Xiao Shizhu will be the master." ”

Li Jinyu said: "Am I not a human? ”

Du Zheng said: "We had an agreement before, one person can only fight once, and only then did Master Li Shi use Xiao Shi to help Master Xiao with the sound of Xiao, which is already considered to be a one-time shot." ”

This statement is so shameless that even the lay disciples of Shaolin feel that this is too nonsense.

You first use Sanskrit music to help the great compassion, and then the people resist, and they just play the tune, and they don't even move a trace of true qi, how can it be regarded as a shot?

I don't care about the face if I don't overcome, as long as I can win, nothing else matters.

Li Jinyu sneered: "In this case, the monks of the entire Shaolin Temple can't make a move, after all, you just recited Buddhist scriptures and helped the Great Compassion Zen Master!" ”

Du Zheng said: "The old man didn't read it! ”

Li Jinyu said: "But you stand here, the sandalwood fragrance on your body also has blessings for great compassion!" ”

Tie Feihua said: "This place is Shaolin, you Shaolin monks, you will naturally be blessed, if you count according to the master, it is better to demolish the house first!" ”

Du Zheng said: "The iron catcher is resting on his tongue, you must know that although the benefit of the tongue can hurt others, it will hurt yourself first." ”

Everyone was even more speechless when they heard this.

You old bald donkey first messed around, people argued with reason, but you think that others are taking advantage of their tongues, is what you just said is a fart?

These people who came, either self-respecting or caring about Shaolin's face, although they despised it in their hearts, they didn't show it, just a little boo.

Li Jinyu put her hands behind her back and made a movement without a trace, and someone suddenly made a sarcastic remark.

"It stinks! It stinks! It stinks! ”

This man was drunk, holding a big wine gourd in his hand, his clothes were shabby, and he was quite embarrassed, but in this embarrassment, there was still a bit of chic.

In the rivers and lakes, there are a lot of people dressed up like this, and if it's just that, it's really difficult to identify them.

However, this person has a bamboo sword hanging from his waist, but it is recognizable at a glance, and this person is "Hu No Return".

Hu does not return, the rivers and lakes are known as Hu Maniac, he is crazy and crazy, upside down, but he is free.

Good at using a bamboo sword, the swordsmanship is sometimes exquisite, sometimes bullshit, even the many stewards of Langya Pavilion, I don't know how to evaluate.

This person is not a good person, nor a bad person, just an unrestrained, free and loose Jianghu person.

In a way, it is somewhat similar to Linghu Chong, but it is more down.

Hu Bugui hiccuped, looked at the old face of the orange peel of the robbery, and sneered: "It stinks!" ”

Watari said angrily, "What did you say? ”

Hu Bugui said: "I said it stinks, can't you hear it anymore?" Don't stare at me, even if you slap me to death, I won't be able to take my words back! ”

Du Zheng said: "Today is the Shaolin catastrophe, Lao Ke as a Shaolin hidden cultivator, since he should do his best to protect the temple, if you are entangled again, don't blame Lao Wei is welcome!" ”

The catastrophe snorted coldly, and the murderous aura crushed away.

There are many hidden cultivation masters in Shaolin, if you ask who has the highest martial arts, this is not easy to say, after all, sweeping monks cannot be counted, and others can be said to have their own strengths.

If you ask who has the worst Dharma cultivation, it must be the three old bald donkeys who have crossed the disaster, the doom, and the tribulation.

These three are narrow-minded, biased, old-fashioned and stubborn, violent and murderous, and do not look like monks at all.

Even if it is a wise person or a virtual generation, they also know that the monks are compassionate and should not act in vain to kill.

Sandu shot but killed at every turn, not seeing the compassion of Buddhism at all, but more like the style of Jianghu people.

This kind of person, if it is a green forest hero, or an elder of the Demon Gate, it is naturally extremely compatible, but if it is said that the Buddhist hermit is simply an insult to the purity of the Buddhist Gate.

Moreover, most people in the rivers and lakes can speak at least one righteous word and remember the benefits and kindness of others.

Sandu's kindness to others was forgotten in the blink of an eye, and it was all erased in a word, but the hatred of others was remembered clearly, and he did not dare to forget it for thirty years.

What the sweeping monk said about Buddhism, anger, and resentment was almost slapped in the face by Sandu.

It can only be said that some Shaolin martial arts need to comprehend profound Buddhism, and the rest of the stunts, as long as they are not cultivated indiscriminately, it doesn't matter if they hate it or not.

Xiao Yuanshan, who has also hated for thirty years and practiced indiscriminately, was secretly injured, but Sandu was completely fine, because they specialized in several stunts and were not greedy.

There are "real villains" and "hypocrites" in the world, Xuan Ci is a hypocrite, and Sandu is a real villain.

Whether it is an old monk or a real villain, when encountering a faceless and unscrupulous person like Hu Maniac, he can only honestly wait to be sprayed.

Zhang Wuji is reasonable, but Hu Madman doesn't talk about it!

Madman Hu said: "I'm afraid you're welcome? Even if you slap me into a meatloaf in front of the world's heroes, you won't be able to take back your fart! ”

"How are you doing?" ”

Madman Hu said: "I don't want to do anything, I just want to ask one thing, Shaolin monks open their mouths, are they all farts?" Otherwise, why does it stink like this? ”

Du Zheng said: "It turned out to be Lord Li's person!" ”

Madman Hu said: "Lao Tzu has no fixed residence, what lord is not a lord, Hou Ye is not a lord, Lao Tzu will never care, Lao Tzu only asks for his own pleasure." ”

It's true that Madman Hu doesn't care about power, but he attaches great importance to kindness and commitment.

Back then, Li Jinyu helped him once and invited him to drink, but now let him squirt for a while, Hu Maniac wanted to squirt, so naturally he would not refuse.

Hu Maniac continued: "Lao Tzu is this stinky temper, he hates other people's farting the most, if someone farts indiscriminately, it doesn't matter if he is a Shaolin monk or Hou Ye, Lao Tzu will scold me correctly, otherwise you will shoot me to death!" ”

Of course, it is impossible to shoot a dead maniac in the catastrophe, but after such entanglement, he knows that Li Jinyu is definitely going to make a move, and Tie Feihua is no exception.

Of course, he didn't take the initiative to ask for a slap in the face, but wanted to accomplish two things.

1. Confirm the order of the imperial court's shots.

Two?

That's interesting!

I only heard the catastrophe say: "Amitabha, it was the old man who lost his words, but the words of the iron head catcher have some truth, we should not fight in Shaolin." ”

Li Jinyu said: "So what? ”

"It's better to change places." ”

Li Jinyu said: "You will shoot in the next battle?" ”

"The old man is alone, not the opponent of the donor, it is rumored that the donor is good at breaking the formation, the old brother has a spell, please taste it." ”

Li Jinyu sneered: "I see, your senior brother is also about ninety years old, and the total age is more than ten times that of me, you can really open your mouth!" ”

Du Zheng said: "The lord can admit defeat." ”

Li Jinyu said: "You are not worthy!" ”

Du Zheng said: "The donor comes with the old man!" ”

The road ahead of the catastrophe was opened, and Li Jinyu followed behind.

Leave the north gate of Shaolin, walk for a mile, and then head to the left, where the peak is the place of the decisive battle.

to the peak.

It was found that there were no houses on the top of the peak, only three large pine trees arranged in a zigzag pattern, and the pine trees were as thick as five people hugging each other, and a large hole was dug underneath.

Since the pine trees are so thick, even if a large hole is dug out, it will not have much impact on the vitality.

The pine trees are still lush and green, standing like three hills, which has a special interest.

The three tree holes are the retreat rooms of Sandu.

Thirty years ago, Sandu was defeated by Yang Dingtian, the sect leader of Mingzun City, and he hated it in his heart and retreated into practice.

Sandu sat in meditation here for 30 years, and practiced the Shaolin Sun and Moon Whip Method and the Vajra Demon Array, and now the martial arts have been greatly achieved, but unfortunately Yang Dingtian has long passed away.

Thirty years of sitting meditation, this place has long been contaminated with the breath of Sandu, and it has entered the state of unity of heaven and man.

Li Jinyu looked left and right, and sure enough, there were two old monks with white beards and white eyebrows, and his heart suddenly became clear.

"This is it?"

"This is it!"

Thanks to the book friend Water Emperor Tianhe for the reward

(End of chapter)