"This is the Shaolin Temple?"

"Yes. ”

"Is it really Shaolin Temple?"

"Really. ”

"Is it really Shao~Lin~Temple?"

Master Xintian's face was dark, and he said gloomily: "This is Shaolin, little donor, can you get off me?"

"Hey, I'm sorry!" Shan Feng jumped down from Master Xintian, looking sorry. He had just woken up just now, and Master Xintian told him that it was in the Shaolin Temple, and Shanfeng was so excited that he couldn't believe it. That's why I just climbed on Master Xintian's body, wanting to touch it to see if the ring scar on Master Xintian's head was real.

"Twelve!" said Shanfeng in surprise as he counted on his fingers for a long time. According to the story of Old Man Du, there are 4 kinds of ring scars on the heads of monks in Shaolin Temple, which are two, six, nine, and twelve. The more scars there are, the higher the rank in the temple.

There are a total of twelve ring scars on the head of Master Xintian in front of him, which is the highest "Bodhisattva vow". Shanfeng looked at Xintian enthusiastically, and Xintian coughed embarrassedly.

Master Xintian is a monk of the previous generation of letters in Shaolin Temple, and for the current generation of "morality, intelligence, physical fitness, beauty and labor", it is naturally a noble generation. And he is also one of the three existing Xinzi generation of Shaolin Temple, although he has no position in the temple, but even the former abbot Master Depu also respects him.

"Little donor, thank you for sacrificing your life to save Zhiyuan, now the soul hook needle in your body has been taken out by Zhijin, and the residual poison on your body has been eliminated, please go down the mountain by yourself. Xintian directly began to chase away the guest, and the mountain peak actually climbed on him just now, and he was almost angry to death.

When the mountain peaks heard it, their heads shook like rattles. He used to hear the story of Old Man Du that the famous martial arts factions in the world are respected by Shaolin, Huashan, Kongtong, Hengshan and the beggar gang.

At that time, Shanfeng thought that after leaving the village, he would go to one of these sects to become a disciple, because these sects are the places where heroes appear the most in the rumors. For these stories, the peaks are even more treasured.

Linghu Chong of the Huashan faction, fought alone against the leader of the Sun Moon God Sect of the Miaojiang Cult, Dongfang Baibai. In the end, he joined hands with Nintendo, the Holy Aunt of the Sun and Moon God Cult, and retired to the rivers and lakes.

The benevolent master of Shaolin Temple took one hundred and eight Shaolin disciples to open the Vajra Demon Circle outside Yanmen Pass, and killed Yuan Luzhi, who was known as the "Demon King outside the Guan" in one fell swoop.

The Kongtong faction's seven wound punches are even more awesome, one punch and seven injuries, hurting others and hurting oneself even more, hitting the deep body of the love everywhere with blood, as soon as you hear it, it is very powerful.

Even if the Hengshan faction only recruits nuns, Shanfeng can still figure out the difference between nuns and monks, that is, the difference between himself and Guo Xiang. However, Shanfeng persuaded Guo Xiang to become a disciple of Hengshan, but Guo Xiang gave up after chasing the village twice with a wooden stick.

The beggars are even more vigorous, according to Old Man Du's words, as long as they stretch out their hands to others all day long, they will have food to eat and money to spend. This was, of course, Shanfeng's thoughts before he didn't understand what a beggar meant.

"Master, just let me stay in Shaolin. I want to be a Shaolin disciple, learn the 72 Shaolin stunts well, and then subdue demons and eliminate demons, and support justice. Shanfeng's eyes were vigorous, and he had thought about it until he became a hero before returning to the village, which would definitely scare Guo Xiang and Wen Yuan.

"Oh, do you want to be a Shaolin disciple?" Master Xintian raised his eyebrows and looked at the mountain peak. A few days ago, Xinkong in the backyard said that there was a shortage of head monks in the backyard kitchen, and now this stupid boy wants to stay, and looking like that, it doesn't matter if he doesn't give money.

"It's very fortunate to be a disciple of my sect, but you have to be prepared in your heart. Xintian had a philistine face, like a miserly boss who deducted his guys' wages.

Shanfeng didn't understand Xintian's expression, thinking that this was a great opportunity. shouted "Always ready", hurriedly knelt on the ground, and knocked one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight or ninety heads. If it weren't for Xintian pulling him, he would have been ready to continue snorting.

"Sports!" Xintian shouted, and saw a young monk about the same age as Shanfeng rushing over. This little monk is a head taller than the mountain peak, his forehead is very wide, the bridge of his nose is very straight, the corners of his eyes are slightly drooping, and his back is hunched, as if he is very timid.

"Uncle Shi, what are you looking for me?" Sports glanced at the mountain peaks on the ground, and smiled at Xintian and saluted.

Xintian touched his white beard, pointed to the mountain peak and said, "This guy is a disciple who has just been recruited in the temple, you can take him to the backyard to find your master Xinkong to report." ”

The sports body shook slightly, and said: "Uncle Shi, are you kidding? I see that this kid's body is very poor, and he seems to be stupid, how can he be worthy of being a disciple of our Shaolin Temple." ”

Shanfeng kowtowed too violently just now, his head was a little dizzy, and when he heard that the sports actually prevented him from entering the temple, he hurriedly said: "Master, don't listen to his nonsense, I'm strong, don't look at my small stature, but my whole body is full of muscles." Shan Feng pulled up his clothes and showed his miserable little body to Xintian.

"Master, please let me join the Shaolin Temple. As he spoke, the mountain began to kowtow again. He wants to join the Shaolin Temple no matter what, because this is his first step to becoming a hero.

Xintian is very satisfied with Shanfeng's performance, where do you go to find this kind of fool now, there is such a one now, there is no need to use it in vain.

Sports sighed silently in his heart, wondering how could there be such a fool? Doesn't he know that the Shaolin Temple is no longer the Shaolin Temple of the past?

"Okay, it seems that you sincerely want to enter my Buddhism. Then, you can do gymnastics and follow your brother's sports. He will tell you all the rules of the temple. Xintian waved his hand and left.

"Thank you, master!" Shan Feng jumped up with joy, he finally became a Shaolin disciple. If Guo Xiang and Wen Yuan knew this, they would definitely be super envious of themselves.

When Xintian was completely far away, Sports looked back at the mountain peak and said, "If you have time to go down the mountain now, otherwise you may not be able to run away if you regret it when you see Xinkong." ”

When Shanfeng heard this, he was angry. You told me to go down the mountain, isn't this preventing me from becoming a hero?" "I won't go down the mountain, I've been waiting for this day for a long time, but I didn't expect me to become a Shaolin disciple." When I was younger, I always decided whether to join the beggars or Shaolin. ”

Sports shook his head, this guy doesn't listen to anyone else at all. "Let's go, since you won't go, then do it yourself. After saying that, he walked to the backyard of the temple with the mountain peak.

The mountain peaks follow the sports all the way, and the excitement in my heart can't work, look left and right. Old man Du's story tells the Shaolin Temple extremely mysterious, and now he is in the Shaolin Temple, but he has to take a good look.

However, the mountain peaks followed the sports all the way and found that they were all on small paths. Don't say anything about the Thousand Buddha Stone Monuments, not even a single Buddha statue has been seen. Originally, Shanfeng also wanted to ask sports to take him to the Tallinn of the Shaolin Temple to see, and the old man Du said that the open space in front of the Tallinn was the place where the Shaolin monks practiced martial arts collectively.

The legend of the open space is that the ground is uneven, and the ground is full of deep pits left by the Shaolin monks when they stepped on the ground when they practiced martial arts.

Shanfeng felt as if he heard the shouts of the warrior monks when they practiced martial arts, and he was taken to a firewood house absent-mindedly. Sports pushed away the firewood house and pulled in the mountain peaks that were still in the fugue.

The firewood room is not big, but it is tidy to arrive. Half of the house was filled with firewood, while on the other side was vacated a small wooden bed.

Tiyu sat down on the bed and said, "You can sleep with me in the future, fortunately, you are not big, and the two of us can squeeze in." ”

Shanfeng came back to his senses and looked at the firewood house, but he didn't feel anything wrong. "Senior brother, you can help me shave. Shan Feng has not forgotten that the Shaolin disciples still have to shave, but he doesn't know if he also wants to quit scars.

"Don't call me senior brother, it's awkward to hear. Don't expect me to help you, I won't help you. In case you do something wrong, don't drag me into the water, and I'll be thankful. "Sports picked up a firewood knife and began to help the mountain peak shave, and he was quite proficient in it.

In the past few years, sports have also helped several silly boys who came to Shaolin to practice martial arts like mountain peaks, but they either escaped under the torture of Xinkong in a few days, or fled home after learning about the current situation of Shaolin Temple.

Sports threw the knife to the ground and clapped his hands: "If you want to escape, tell me, I will definitely help you." Then he opened the door and walked out.

The mountain peak touched his fresh and hot bald head, and was depressed why sports seemed to have to drive him down the mountain.

"By the way, he must be afraid that I will learn better than him, so he must drive me down the mountain. Shanfeng thought about it, and also ran out of the firewood house to chase sports.

Sports didn't say much when he looked at the mountain peak that had caught up, he was actually curious about how long the mountain could hold out before begging him for help to escape.

This silly boy seems to be more stupid than everyone else, so I'll bet on it for a month. No, half a month at most.

"Senior Brother Sports, what are we going to do now? Is it to practice martial arts? Who is our master? Martial arts must be very powerful, won't he be the dean of the Dharma Academy?" Shanfeng thought about it and felt impossible, Old Man Du said that the Dharma Academy is the most powerful place for warrior monks in the Shaolin Temple, and the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin Temple were learned in the Dharma Academy. He had just entered the temple, so he probably couldn't learn it.

"What you said about the physique of the senior brother? That bastard practices the most every day is finger gong, and he counts the wishing money of the Dharma Pavilion faster than anyone else. "Sports glanced at the peaks of the mountains, practicing martial arts? What are you kidding? Don't you know that the sixth precept that is higher than the five precepts in Shaolin Temple is the martial precepts!

Shanfeng didn't understand the meaning of sports, and thought to himself, could it be that the sticky flower fingers in the seventy-two stunts? It turned out that the sticky flower fingers were practiced by counting money.

No wonder Old Man Du said that he would never be able to learn martial arts if he stayed in the village for a lifetime, because there was no money to count, so he would definitely not be able to practice the sticky flower fingers.

When he saw several senior brothers approaching him, he hurriedly bowed his head. When several monks saw the sports, they all laughed: "Yo, isn't this a majestic scholar of letters? What are you cooking for dinner today?"

"Yes, Scholar of Letters, you must put more sugar in today's braised pork. "A few monks walked past Sports, and everyone patted Sports' head very rudely.

Sports smiled and bowed his head and agreed again and again, and his bald head was photographed red. Shanfeng saw it in his eyes, although he didn't know why he called sports a bachelor of letters, but he was also very uncomfortable when he saw sports being photographed.

"He's my sports brother, why do you want to do this to him?" shouted Shanfeng.

"Yo, where is this wild boy?" a few monks winked at the peak.

"I'm not called Wild Boy, my name is Zhang Shanfeng, I just entered the Shaolin Temple today, and my name is gymnastics!"

"Aha, that's the new scholar Zhang!" several monks laughed, and their hands were slapping towards the peak. Where did the mountain peak hide, and it was slapped to the ground by a few slaps.

Sports hurriedly apologized to several monks, bowing and bowing: "Please be merciful, senior brothers, he just entered the temple and didn't understand anything." ”

A few monks kicked the mountain a few more times, and the birds did not bird the sports on the side of the birds and walked away.

Sports helped up the mountain peak whose face was swollen, and he didn't expect that the mountain peak would actually stand out for himself, and he was a little moved in his heart: "You don't have to stand up for me, I'm used to it." ”

Who knew that the mountain peak actually had a nose, and said with a smile: "Shaolin Temple is really Shaolin Temple, they beat me just now, I didn't even see how they made a move, it's really amazing." ”

Sports was stunned, this guy wouldn't be stupid.

"Hahaha, it seems that it is really right to come to Shaolin Temple. There seemed to be a fire burning in the eyes of the mountain peak, and the sports he watched were hot in his heart and shed tears.

This guy is stupid. Just as stupid as I am. Maybe I'm going to bet on him for a month?

"This is my real name. "Sports write their names on the ground with branches.

"It's my name, but now it's called gymnastics!" said the branch that Peak had handed over to him, and wrote his name on the ground, but he had made a mistake.

Sports stretched out his hand with a smile, and Shanfeng also smiled and stretched out his hand, and the hands of the two people were tightly clasped together.

Little did they know that this first handshake of theirs was tearing out a huge crack in history.

"Damn, why did you get a nosebleed?"

"It's okay, it's old. As soon as I was excited, it was like that. ”