The screen then shifts to the Shaolin Temple

In the evening, Shaolin is attached to the old pines around it in the sunset, which looks a little ancient and desolate, and the sound of "moo" chanting from the temple hits people's hearts.

"Hey", "Hey", "Nam no Amitabha", three different voices came into the picture.

Under the sunset, under the old Panasonic in the middle of the temple, three monks of different forms practiced there, one monk was in good health, and the wooden stick in his hand was waving "whirring", and after the stick reached the place and the air was handed over, it actually made a burst of dragon roar. Looking at the other tiger's eyes slightly, as if he was lucky, the sunset sun shone on his skin and sent a faint golden halo, suddenly he moved, if you look closely, you will find that the moment he punches, the air around the fist exudes a faint fluctuation. Finally, in the corner, there is a little monk sitting cross-legged, with a delicate face, his eyes closed, and his small mouth is "mooing" and reciting the scriptures. This side of the scenery is unusually peaceful...

"Pop" a crisp sound, interrupted the young monk who practiced boxing, after he heard the sound, looked at the place where the sound came from, and said, "I said senior brother, the stick has been "fried" again? This is the first stick today, the stick of this Shaolin Temple is about to be beaten by you." Then he shook his head helplessly.

"Hey, I can't help it, this set of stick methods is like this, as soon as it hits here, the stick will break, it seems that you have to get an iron rod!" And the other monk who boxed was the second senior brother of Shaolin Temple "Smoke"

"Hey, senior brother, you see that Wu Cang is reciting the scriptures again, let's go and tease him, how about it" Fuyan whispered to Fuchen Nunu.

"Haha, let's go, this kid" Then the dust threw away the broken wooden stick in his hand, and the two of them quietly moved towards the little monk Wucang.

The two walked in front of the little monk, Fuyan quietly made a don't speak action, Fuchen saw it and nodded vigorously to show that he understood, and then Fuyan took out a dog's tail grass, slowly put it in front of the little monk's nose, and swept it gently, only to see the little monk's nose move, and the two of them did not move, but Fuchen's face had turned purple, and he covered his mouth tightly, for fear of laughing. Fuyan saw that the little monk didn't move, so he stepped forward and swept again, the little monk suddenly "ah cut" and sneezed a big sneeze, after the dust and the smoke two people saw it, they finally couldn't help it, holding their stomachs on the ground and laughing, the little monk opened his eyes and saw the two senior brothers rolling on the ground with their stomachs, he scratched his head and had some questions, but he saw that the two senior brothers both faces were red, and patted his head sharply, and said, "I just said that this morning's meal tasted a little wrong, it was bad, the two senior brothers ate bad stomachs." ”

Seeing this scene, the little monk thought that the two senior brothers were about to swallow their breath, and sat on the ground and cried in fright, shouting, "Come on, come and save the senior brother, ahhh

I saw that the two senior brothers on the ground suddenly jumped up, and the two of them looked at each other, "It's over, Wucang's glass heart, hey~"

"Wu Cang, Wu Cang?" Fu Chen stepped forward and pushed the little junior brother who was crying on the ground.

Wu Cang raised his little face full of tears, and saw the two senior brothers standing in front of him, he stood up suddenly, hugged the thighs of the two senior brothers, and cried loudly, "Ahhh Seeing the junior brother holding his legs, Fuyan and Fuchen looked at each other, and they both showed helpless wry smiles, but the love and doting in the depths of their eyes were obvious.

There was a deafening sound from the big bell in the temple, and it was time to finish eating.

"Okay, Wucang, don't cry, let's go, I'm done eating, and the master should come back too" It was Fuchen who spoke, he picked up Wucang and put it on his neck, and walked towards the temple.

When I went to the place where the temple used fasting, the scenery was like this...

There are a lot of juniors and disciples in the temple, seeing this scene, they all cast envious eyes, the two most powerful senior brothers in Shaolin Temple, Fuchen, his shoulder sits on Wucang, and the second senior brother Fuyan, is walking with the dust face to face, sitting on the shoulder Wucang grimace, amusing him happy, on the way I met some junior brothers to say hello to the dust and the smoke, the original laughing expressions of the two people suddenly became serious, "Why are you still here, go to eat, practice well after eating", scared the junior brother ran away. After the man left, the two became amiable again, and just like that, the three of them slowly walked towards the dining room.

In the dining room, as soon as you enter, you will find that all the eyes are bald bald heads, there are two old monks sitting above the dining room, an old abbot, this is the old man who fought in the twilight forest and Chu Zifeng, and then look at the other, Naigui is the abbot of Shaolin Temple, the law name is Lanzhu, and he looked at the monks below, and suddenly three people walked in from the door of the dining room.

When the three of them saw the old abbot, they hurriedly walked up to him, folded their hands and saluted Dukong. "Master," the three of them said respectfully.

"Hmmm... I'm not there for the three of you, can I be slacking?"

"The disciples have been struggling with cultivation and don't dare to slack off, but... Whisk said

"Just what?" asked the old monk Dukong.

"My stick technique, the wooden stick may not be able to hold up, every time I hit that place, the stick will explode, resulting in me not improving until now, and the second junior brother has already consolidated the boxing technique. Fuchen said complainingly.

"Hmmm... As a teacher, I'll think of a way for you. Wataru said thoughtfully.

"Master, I miss you so much" Wu's immature voice sounded, and he ran forward with small steps, holding Dukong's legs.

"Hehehe, Wucang, have you memorized the scriptures well" Wataku smiled and squinted his eyes and stroked his little bald head.

"Of course, master, I will memorize the Great Day Sutra, hey, master, why do you have two handprints on your head and face" Wu Cang raised his head and looked at the handprints on his master's head and asked.

Hearing this, Wu Cang's expression turned from shock to embarrassment. "Uhhhh I met some accidents when I went out this time, by the way, a year later, the Four Nations Contest was hosted by my northern country, you three, go down the mountain to travel, and see what is different in this world. “

"Yes, master. All three had ecstatic expressions on their faces.

"Slow, it's okay to travel down the mountain, but you have to go through the Eighteen Golden People Temple and then go down the mountain," the abbot Lan Zhu said quietly.

"Huh?" Wataku and the three of them, as well as the juniors and disciples who were eating below, all showed shocked expressions.

"That, master, the Eighteen Golden People Temple is all at the level of the uncle, we... Fuyan said weakly.

"This is an experience you must go through, don't let me down. Let's go eat, prepare well after eating, and go to challenge it early tomorrow morning!" Lan Zhu said.

"Oh, I know" the three of them showed a bitter melon on their faces.

After eating, the three of them came to the Buddhist scripture tower in Shaolin Temple, only to see an old monk in front of the tower, quietly sweeping the ground there. The rickety figure is unusually eye-catching.

"Uncle Shijing, the three of us want to go up to the tower to learn the exercises for a while, is that okay?" said Fuyan cautiously.

"Fuyan and Wucang go up, Fuchen stays to sweep the floor with me, there is a broom in the corner" The old man didn't even look at the three of them, so he said.

"Ah, it's me again, okay then, you two hurry up and see if there's a way to pass tomorrow's trial" Dusty said to the two men.

"Yes, senior brother", and then the figures of the two slowly disappeared in front of the tower.

"Hey, Uncle Shijing, the abbot and the master let us go down the mountain to practice, but let's go to the Eighteen Golden Man Temple, you say, just the three of us, how can we win from the hands of those eighteen uncles, not to mention, I don't even have a stick to fit my hands, usually those wooden sticks, just two hits and then exploded" Fuchen said distressedly.

"Sweep your floor," said the old man, turning his back to the dust. But Fuchen couldn't see Shijing's shocked face.

After a while, Fuyan and Wucang came down from the tower, and saw the old monk Shijing and Fuchen sitting there, the two of them stepped forward, crying and saying "It's all over, no"

"It seems that tomorrow I can only be beaten," Fuchen made up his mind. Then she turned her head and said to the old monk Shijing, "Uncle, let's go first, go back and prepare for tomorrow's trial," Fuchen said respectfully.

"Well, you come here," the old monk waved at him unexpectedly.

"What's wrong, uncle?" Fuyan was still questioning and walked this way, and suddenly the five fingers of the old monk who had been accumulating for a long time suddenly hit the dantian of Fuyan, and at this moment, Fuyan flew out. Passed out in a haystack in the distance. In the place of the dantian, the five smoking finger prints slowly disappeared. At this time, Fuyan, who fainted, was being tortured, and he felt that there seemed to be a tiger roaring in his dantian, and his dantian was like a crack in pain.

When Fuchen and Wucang saw this change, their eyes widened and they were stunned, and they didn't dare to move.

"Wucang, come here," the old monk said coldly.

Hearing this, Wu Cang hugged his little face and said, "Uncle, don't hit me, I didn't do anything wrong" Hearing Wu Cang's begging for mercy, the old monk showed a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and slowly fell into Wu Cang's ear and said a word. After finishing speaking, Wu Cang raised a shocked expression and said, "Thank you, uncle, thank you."

"Well, you two hurry up and carry the whisk back to the cigarette, prepare well, and go all out tomorrow"

The dusty man who was in the dark looked confused and said, "Okay... Good"

Then a few people left, and on the way back, Fuchen asked Cangwu, "What did Uncle Shi tell you just now?"

"Uncle Shi knew that I didn't know martial arts, so I asked me to sit on the ground and read the Da Ri Diamond Sutra when I broke into the Eighteen Jinren Temple tomorrow, hehe" Cang Wu said happily.

At this time, there were two old monks standing in the Eighteen Golden People Temple, opposite to the neatly transformed eighteen shirtless monks, their faces were expressionless, their eyes were tightly closed, like statues, and on the surface of the skin was a layer of bright gold, immobile and mighty.

"Senior brothers, tomorrow my Shaolin disciples will blow the dust, smoke, Wucang, the three of them will come to the trial, I hope you will test it with all your might" It was Shaolin abbot Lan Zhu who said this, and his eyes were full of seriousness.

Dukong, who was on the side, said, "Senior brother, isn't this too harsh?"

"Good gold, it can withstand the beating!"