The next day, the abbot of the clearance accompanied Zhang Xiaochuan to visit the Shaolin Temple, and Zhang Xiaochuan had a more detailed understanding of the Shaolin Temple. The scale of Shaolin Temple, the abundance of fields, and the vigor of incense make Zhang Xiaochuan very staggering. Although Zhang Xiaochuan had heard Emperor Zhenzong talk about it before, he still couldn't help but ask the abbot of the clear space, "Senior brother abbot, how can Shaolin Temple have such a large scale and such a large industry?" Have you ever heard the story of the Thirteen Stick Monk Bao Tang King?" So, the abbot of the clear space told Zhang Xiaochuan the story of the thirteen-stick monk Bao Tang King in detail. This story is the glory of Shaolin Temple, the abbot of the clear space knows everything, he speaks very seriously, and Zhang Xiaochuan listens very carefully.

Shaolin Temple because of the escort meritorious, after the Qin King Li Shimin ascended the throne, the Shaolin Temple was greatly rewarded, vigorously supported, respected, since he has been the kings of the past dynasties have attached great importance to the Shaolin Temple, all aspects have given the Shaolin Temple great support, the Shaolin Temple has more and more industries, the scale is getting bigger and bigger. On the one hand, Shaolin monks chant scriptures and chant Buddha, promote Buddhism, and widely teach; on the other hand, Shaolin Temple can have today's situation. "I see, thank you Brother Abbot for your advice. "Senior brother is polite, in the future, you will treat Shaolin Temple as your home, just don't be too restrained." "I will, I will cherish my life here, Senior Abbot. ”

In the following days, Zhang Xiaochuan reluctantly went to the place where he chanted the Buddha several times, how could the environment there be endured by a person like Zhang Xiaochuan. Irritable and depressed, Zhang Xiaochuan couldn't help but complain about Emperor Zhenzong, let him be an envoy, why let him chant and chant Buddha, and live a life of being a monk for a day and hitting a bell for a day. Zhang Xiaochuan definitely can't do such a thing as chanting and chanting Buddha, and he is willing to do it, and that kind of life is too difficult for him.

Fortunately, this is the holy place of martial arts that people who practice martial arts yearn for, but fortunately, the abbot of the clear space did not restrain Zhang Xiaochuan at all and allowed him to move around. Zhang Xiaochuan can watch whatever he wants, and he can learn whatever he wants. Zhang Xiaochuan has always been yearning for Shaolin Temple, he is full of curiosity, how can he waste this great opportunity in vain. Zhang Xiaochuan came on behalf of the emperor, and he was of the same generation as the abbot of the clearance. Zhang Xiaochuan is respected, and with the explanation of the abbot of the clear space, the monks of Shaolin Temple are even more in awe of him. He has someone to teach him what kind of fists and feet he wants to learn, and what exercises he wants to practice, he has someone to guide him. During that period of time, Zhang Xiaochuan was involved in all kinds of weapons and eighteen kinds of martial arts, and what benefited him the most was the internal strength of Shaolin Temple, which made great progress in his martial arts. With this special life experience and special experience in Shaolin Temple, Zhang Xiaochuan is no longer far away from a generation of grandmasters.

That night, Zhang Xiaochuan had not yet fallen asleep, he was lying on the couch, thinking about what he had gained during the day. Suddenly, the bell rang loudly in the Shaolin Temple, and the Shaolin Temple monks quickly gathered. It turned out that someone broke into Shaolin at night and entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion privately. Zhang Xiaochuan jumped up, quickly got dressed, and followed the monks towards the direction of the Scripture Pavilion.

In the open space in front of the Scripture Pavilion, two monks were fighting with a man. I saw that the person who broke into Shaolin that night, the phantom flew over, and the number of martial arts was very evil, with a pair of palms, black for a while, white for a while, flexible and retractable, and ruthless. Zhang Xiaochuan saw it as soon as he saw it, and it was clear who else could that person be besides Wang Tian. "It seems that his evil kung fu has grown a lot, but why is he here?" Zhang Xiaochuan quickly calculated in his mind, his eyes staring at the three people fighting on the field.

The two monks who fought with Wang Tian had extraordinary martial arts, and after dozens of rounds of fighting, the victory was not scored. At this time, the monks of Shaolin Temple gathered more and more, and Wang Tian couldn't help but be anxious in his heart, looking very restless. Suddenly, in an instant, Wang Tian's hand shadow grew. To everyone's surprise and unbelievable, a monk was hit in the chest by Wang Tian, and another monk was also suffering. With a shout, a figure fell lightly from the sky and quickly inserted between the two. It turned out that the abbot of the clear space arrived, and when he saw his style and bearing, everyone present was impressed, and they couldn't help but cheer secretly.

I saw a slight wave of the sleeve of the abbot's robe, and Wang Tian suddenly felt a strong wind blowing on his face, and his qi and blood were not smooth. There was a "bang" sound, and a gust of anger knocked Wang Tian to the ground. I saw Wang Tian lying on the ground, his face hideous, and his whole body began to twitch. The abbot of the clear space stretched out two fingers and went up to point at his acupoint. Next, the abbot of the clear space put his hand on Wang Tian's meridians, only to feel that his meridians were reversed, and his qi and blood flowed backwards, which was very different from ordinary people. The abbot of the clear sky suddenly understood in his heart, knowing that he was indeed practicing evil martial arts, and knew that he had already shown symptoms of going mad because he had practiced this kind of evil martial arts for a long time.

The hands of the abbot began to wander around Wang Tian's body, quickly pointing acupoints and massage. After a while, Wang Tian's expression was no longer so painful, and he began to become calm. "Amitabha, what kind of martial arts is the donor practicing?" "Thank you to the master for showing mercy and coming to the rescue, but my martial arts path is just my martial arts path, so I can't tell you." "Donor, please listen to Lao Na's words, it is not too late to rein in the precipice, otherwise, the meridians will be completely reversed and irretrievable. If you wish, you can stay at the Shaolin Temple, and Lao Na will be in charge of treating you. "Thank you to the master for his kindness, the master's kindness, I have received it in my heart, but I forgive you for your fate." "In that case, I won't force you to stay, you have to do it yourself, don't harm the common people, endanger the martial arts, you go!"

"Senior Brother Abbot, wait. Zhang Xiaochuan took a few steps forward, pointed at Wang Tian and said to the abbot of the clear sky. "For a person like him, letting him go is tantamount to letting the tiger return to the mountain, and in the future, he will definitely endanger the martial arts. "Zhang Xiaochuan, it's you again!" Wang Tian remembered all the pain he suffered today, although it was not Zhang Xiaochuan's doing, but it had a lot to do with him. Wang Tian had already transferred his hatred to Zhang Xiaochuan, and when he heard Zhang Xiaochuan's words of obstruction, he was even more annoyed, and he only hated that he couldn't help it at this time. "What if it's me, Senior Brother Abbot, leave him to me to dispose of!" "Senior Brother, God has the virtue of a good life, and I have already promised to let him go, so let him go." Seeing that the abbot said this, Zhang Xiaochuan couldn't say anything more. "Wang Tian, I'm cheap for you today, don't get out of here. "The green mountains do not change, the green water flows for a long time, and there will be a period in the future." Wang Tian got up, hugged his fist at everyone, and after a few ups and downs, the figure disappeared.

"Senior brother, do you know?" the abbot turned to Zhang Xiaochuan and asked, "Senior brother Hui, senior abbot, I know this person, he has learned a kind of evil kung fu, a few days ago, he was still making trouble in the beggar gang, and it will be a big disaster for martial arts in the future." "Amitabha, good, good. ”

It turned out that Wang Tian broke into Shaolin Temple at night this time to steal the inner strength of the mind. During this time, in addition to eavesdropping, peeking and stealing from school, Wang Tian also wanted to have an unexpected gain in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but he didn't want to be discovered by the monks on duty at night. Zhang Xiaochuan had many questions about Wang Tian's situation, so he opened his mouth to ask the abbot of the clear space, "Senior brother abbot, since he has already learned the internal strength of the Shaolin Temple, why is there still a reversal of the meridians?" "I think it should be like this, he practiced the evil martial arts first, and this time he came just to use the Shaolin internal strength method to reduce the damage to himself. He was in a hurry, and with the help of this kind of sneaky behavior, he was nervous and eager for quick success, and did not seek to understand everything, and these many factors caused him to go crazy when he practiced, and there will be more and more such situations, and finally his mental disorder is unknown. "I see. Zhang Xiaochuan also said in his heart that he was lucky, thanks to Zhou Zhou Ming who stole the "Yijin Sutra" for him to practice, and also thanks to his lack of quick success.