The next day...

"Huh" Fuyan opened his eyes, he felt that he had slept for a long time, looking to both sides, Fuchen and Wucang were still asleep. He smiled, and was about to jump to the ground, who knows, as soon as he moved, his body shot out violently, and he smashed his fist to the ground, intending to stop himself, who knew that "Dong" punched a big hole in the ground.

This movement frightened the two who were sleeping soundly. The two men opened their eyes and saw this scene and asked, "What are you doing?"

Fuyan looked at his fist and wondered, and said, "I don't know."

When Fuchen saw the smoke like this, he was a little suspicious, and then he saw the sky outside and said, "That's it, let's go, go to the Eighteen Golden People Temple, and get ready to be beaten." ”

Then the three of them walked to the depths of the temple, where there was a huge temple, which seemed a little empty, and the three of them went to the back four or five places to look for people, but only found a monk standing at the entrance of the temple.

When Fuchen saw it, he stepped forward and asked, "This junior brother, where is the abbot and the abbot, haven't they come?"

The senior brother bowed respectfully, "Hello senior brother, the abbot instructed me to wait for you here, they won't come, do the three of you want to break into this temple now?"

Fuchen turned his head to look at the two people behind him, and after seeing the two nodding, he sighed and said, "Let's break now"

"Okay, three of you, please come in" While speaking, the monk pushed open the door behind him, and the three brothers resolutely stepped in, and the monk who opened the door didn't dare to raise his head, closed the door gently, and left. On the bell tower in the distance, there are two old monks, and if you look closely, it turns out to be the abbot Dukong and the abbot Lanzhu.

"Senior brother, do you think the three of them can break through? Wu Cang doesn't know any martial arts, he is so young. Wataku looked at the temple in the distance and said with some concern.

"The three of them are only qualified to go down the mountain if they pass through this formation, and you also know that the mountain is extremely vicious, senior brother, I'm not the only one who can't bear it, hey" Lan Zhu shook his head.

Inside the temple...

The moment the three of them just walked in, there was a smell of ancient scriptures, the three of them looked around, this was the first time they stepped into this place in Shaolin for so many years, they couldn't help but be a little curious, the three of them looked at it while walking, and there were some Sanskrit engraved on the wall, but they didn't see the so-called eighteen golden people, so Cangwu let go of his courage and ran to the back.

Just when the smoke and dust were fascinated, a scream "Ah, senior brother save me" in the lobby behind interrupted the reading of the two, and the two ran to the back hall, because the corridor leading to the back hall was too narrow, and the dust was too urgent, forgetting the wooden stick behind him, the stick was stuck on the wall of the corridor at once, and the stick behind him was broken alive, he threw away the stick behind him and chased forward.

As soon as the two people entered the back hall, they saw Wu Cang on the ground, he slept on the golden floor that was reflected, looking up in horror, the two followed Cangwu's gaze and slowly looked up, and saw that on the wall of the back hall, there were eighteen golden people in different poses.

Then he said with a cigarette, "Senior brother, you don't have a weapon, take Wu Cang away, we can't be their opponents, I can still resist it."

"Shut up, since you're here, where is the reason for me to go first, you go quickly" Fuchen said angrily, just when the two were arguing, the eighteen golden people on the wall opened their eyes in an instant.

An unfamiliar voice came into the ears of the three people, "Array!"

As soon as these words fell, I saw eighteen identical golden people shouting in turn, "Sitting on a deer, lifting a bowl, tota, riding an elephant, laughing lion, happy, probing hands, contemplation, digging ears, cloth bags, long eyebrows, guarding the door, meditating, crossing the river, descending the dragon, subduing the tiger, rejoicing, plantain" and then flew into the air, fell around the three people, and surrounded the three people tightly.

The two of them were back to back, with Wu Cang in the middle, and Fuchen said nervously, "It seems that I can't get out, so I can only come hard." Fuyan looked at the eighteen golden men around him, his face heavy. "You are here to guard Wucang, I'll deal with them" As soon as Fuchen finished speaking, he stepped up, and punched the golden man in front of him in the chest, only to see that the golden man did not have the slightest reaction, only Fuchen himself felt that his fist seemed to hit a stone, transmitting the pain of drilling his heart.

"My God, such a strong physical skill, today is a hard stubble", he just raised his other hand and was about to slash horizontally, a golden light flashed from his eyes, he felt that his face did not belong to him, and flew out.

"Senior brother, Wu Cang, you sit here obediently and don't move!" Seeing this scene, Fuyan hurriedly stepped forward to help Fuchen, took a left step, charged his fists, and slammed into the golden man who had just knocked the dust away, the golden man seemed to feel that this move was not simple, and his hands were protected to his chest, "Dong" The truth was not as simple as he thought, the moment the smoke's fists touched the golden man, the golden man seemed to hear the tiger whistling in his ear, and then, a force that did not belong to him devoured his whole body and flew out unscrupulously.

Seeing this scene, Fuyan was shocked, looking at his fists, he felt that the familiar feeling from yesterday had returned, and the breath in the dantian was about to move like a tiger was about to prey.

The golden people present saw that the breath of the smoke was completely different from just now, so more than a dozen golden people rushed up at the same time, rushing towards him, they attacked the smoke from different directions, in front of the smoke, only saw dozens of pairs of fists and feet that did not belong to him, turned into a golden afterimage and attacked him frantically, he tore his shirt apart, revealing his strong muscles, the blood vessels on his arms, were expanding at a crazy speed, and he was stretched out in a circle, "Ah!!" An angry roar came out of the pile of gold people, and the voice was as strong as a tiger.

The smoke is piled up in the golden people, and his arms and even his fists are crazy and attacking and blocking these golden people, at this time he doesn't care about rhythmic attacks or others, he is completely like a crazy tiger, and the golden people present are also a little surprised, such a crazy disciple, he is still the first time to see it, with the strength of one person, to resist the sixteen golden people, why is it sixteen golden people, one was blown away by the smoke, and the remaining one?

It turned out that the place where the smoke was too intense, so I ignored where Wu Cang was, and I saw Wu Cang running wildly, desperately shaking his two calves, and it turned out that he was chasing a golden man behind him. "Uncle Jinren, you. . . Don't chase me, I don't know martial arts, ahhh

Looking at the pile of scriptures in the distance, Fuchen was lying there, his eyes slightly open, panting, as if he was still digesting the punch. Fuchen's eyes stared at the group of golden people in the distance, not that he didn't want to help, but he couldn't get up at all, and the force of that punch was too heavy.

Suddenly, a long weapon flew in from the paper window of the temple, and I don't know what it was. A sound straight into the face of the dust, the dust looked at the shadow outside the window slowly leaving, he only knew that the shadow was a little rickety, but he also only knew that there was only one rickety monk in the Shaolin Temple, he planted a seed of gratitude in his heart, and then he looked at the stick on his face, what caught his eye was its color, the stick body was as white as snow, symmetrical to the blurred sunlight outside the paper window, the bright silver color was very dazzling, and then looked at the two ends of the stick, entangled with two hideous dragons, as if they were trying to break free from the bondage, but they were tightly controlled by the iron ring carried on the stick, and the stick now seemed to be a work of art in the eyes of the dust。

Slowly, he got up and touched the stick, and the moment he touched the stick, he could only feel a mighty fire burning his whole body, and the frenzy in his eyes grew thicker and thicker, only he did not see it.

The moment he held the stick with both hands, he couldn't hold back any longer, "Knock Knock Knock" The stick full of dragons seemed to have found life in the hands of the dust, and was held by the dust on the ground to vent his strength frantically.

In the temple, everyone heard this, and the golden men stopped their movements, because the moment they were attacking the smoke of the fire, they felt as if the direction in which the dust was lying there was burned by fire, and in the flames there seemed to be a pair of eyes full of squirting beings staring at them. made them give up their attack, staring closely at the direction of the dust, and the smoke that saw this scene quickly pulled away.

After the smoke withdrew, he gasped, but his domineering spirit did not diminish in the slightest, but became more ferocious, sweat reflected his body shining, he slowly bent his back, as if the tiger was foraging, and also looked at the place where the dust was fed, and smiled with joy, because he knew that they might be about to break the record today.

And Wu Cang, who was hiding in some clutter gaps, saw this change and poked out his little head, only to find that the golden man who was chasing him was gone, and all the golden people gathered together and stared closely at the direction of the senior brother.

Just in the position where Fu Chen was standing just now, several very large holes were knocked out of the ground, and there was so much dust that he couldn't see the scene inside, but the Jin people present did not give up their vigilance at all, and in this dust, there was a disciple whose momentum was soaring.

"Step on... "Tread... In the smoke, the sound of footsteps came out slowly, getting closer and closer, and the golden people didn't know which golden person "cooed" and swallowed his saliva, which was particularly harsh.

"Two junior brothers, are you ready?" What caught everyone's eyes was a monk who came out of the dust, carrying a very dazzling stick on his shoulder, and there was no frustration in his eyes just now, but instead of a strong man's breath...

"Ready!" Two different voices came from two different directions, and I saw the dusty stick smash to the ground with a "bang", and said, "Uncles, the disciples have offended", and the whole person has fallen to the floor, and now the difference is not only that his arms are terrifying, but his legs are also waiting for the ground.

In the corner, Wu Cang slowly climbed to the top of the clutter, sat down cross-legged, folded his hands, and closed his eyes tightly, he didn't want to see a picture full of violence.

Seeing this scene, the Jin people also knew that they had to fight today, so they set up a posture, waited for them to do it first, and said, "Eighteen Jin people are lined up here, Shaolin disciples, come to break the formation." The concentration was distributed in a circle towards the two of them, full of strength, but when they reacted, they found that the two were long gone, and one of the golden men looked up suddenly, only to see the two of them in the air, and the dust and silver stick had been picked to the extreme, and the smoke was clenched with both fists, and the two were rushing down rapidly. Eighteen golden people saw this scene where they still cared about the formation, if they were hit by one of them, not to mention that your body is like a stubborn stone, even King Kong didn't know if he could withstand it, eighteen people suddenly disorganized, each flying, "Dong" "Dong" At the same time as the two fell, their position was like a small explosion, and the tiles on the ground were flying all over the temple.

At the same time, the sound of scriptures began to come out of the mouth of Wu Cang on the ruins, which was the Great Day Diamond Sutra that the old monk Shijing had instructed him. "Nan Wu Oh Mi Buddha, if I hear it, the Buddha is defending the country for a while. Look at the trees to the garden of solitude. The scriptures in Wucang's mouth slowly spread to everyone's ears, in this empty temple seemed to echo one after another, they did not find that in the temple, all the things in the hands of the monks were interrupted by the recitation of the scriptures, they were shocked to find the direction from which the scriptures came, at the same time, in the main temple of the two of them looked at each other dumbfounded, because of this immature voice they immediately heard that it was Wucang's, the two hurriedly walked like the back temple.

Look at the eighteen golden people temple again, under the irradiation of the Diamond Sutra, the smoke and dust have lost the weakness at the beginning, and now the two are chasing the eighteen golden people to fight, everywhere they go, it is a mess, like an Arhat descending into the world, but the eighteen golden people are flying around in the huge temple like fleas, but no one dares to target its edge.

"Stop!" a golden man stood in the middle of the temple, smashed by the two of them, and said, "You three have passed the experience!, get out quickly!" He felt that he was going crazy, are the Shaolin disciples who have gone down the mountain to practice so perverted? If they fight for a while, the eighteen golden people temple will be demolished.

When they looked at the three of them again, the three of them all stood obediently, and said to the eighteen people with a smile, "Thank you uncles for your mercy! The disciples will retire first, by the way, you go out and tell Dukong that he will quickly repair this temple for us, otherwise it will collapse and crush to death!"

After hearing this, the three of them desperately endured to keep themselves from laughing, it turned out that the eighteen golden people also had such a side, and it was not what the people in the temple said.

After the three of them walked out of the temple, they found that Wataku and Lanzhu were looking at this place with their mouths open, and said, "Pass?"

"Yes, master," said Fuchen

"Wait, come here, I'll see the stick behind you," Wataku said in disbelief,

He took the stick in his hand and shouted in shock, "Dragon Stick!" This Dragon Stick is a treasure of Shaolin, but it has been in the hands of the most outstanding disciples of Shaolin Temple for many years. Immediately, he saw the affectionate eyes of the dust when he looked at the stick, and he was embarrassed to take it back, after all, the stick technique of the dust was obvious to all, so he returned it to him.

"You three, pack up your things and go down the mountain early tomorrow morning, but remember not to break the precepts!" Lan Zhu said with a smile, he was completely relieved of the three of them at this time, with such strength, even if they encountered difficulties under the mountain, they could at least get out of the way. ”

"Yes, disciple remember" The three of them squeezed one by one, expressing their inner excitement.

"By the way, master, Uncle Jinren let us tell you, hurry up and repair this eighteen Jinren Temple, otherwise if this temple collapses, they will stop doing it" This sentence was said by Wu Cang immaturely. The two old monks were shocked again, and they couldn't help but look at the three of them again, and then shouted at the Eighteen Golden People Temple, "I already know, senior brothers, please rest assured." After saying that, he left with a stiff complexion.

"Hahaha, what did you say you were doing so hard, now it's okay, how much silver did you say you would get to repair" Fuyan smiled while covering his stomach.

"You still say that I, look at yourself, you're about to break the pillar," Fuchen said, and then he seemed to remember something, "Do you know why we passed this trial this time?"

"It's Uncle Shijing," Wu Cang's immature voice sounded.

"Well, that's right, the three of us are going down the mountain tomorrow, anyway, it's okay now, let's go see Uncle Shi!" said Fuyan.

"Okay, let's go" The three of them swaggered towards the Buddhist scripture tower.

In front of the Buddhist scripture tower, the rickety old man was still there, but what remained unchanged was that he was still sweeping the ground.

"Uncle Shijing!" the old monk Shijing only heard three voices shouting at the same time behind him.

Shijing turned his head, only to find that the three of them were kneeling behind him. Puzzled, he asked, "What is this, get up!"

"Thank you Uncle for the grace of teaching, and the grace of advice" After speaking, the three of them kowtowed a few times to the old monk Shijing, although the old monk Shijing's words were still so harsh, but the folds on his face were happily folded together.

"Uncle Shi, you don't have to return this dragon descending stick, right?" said Fuchen cautiously.

"No, it's okay, but after going down the mountain, I must play my Shaolin prestige"

"Yes, Uncle Shi," replied with a heavy dust

The laughter of the four is precious in this sunset.