When everyone turned away from Tie Gang, from this moment on, the gate of the Shaolin Temple was closed for him. The familiar environment suddenly became extremely unfamiliar, and the flowers, grass, trees, windows, doors, and ancient temples that had been there no longer belonged to this person who was about to leave.

It's very quiet, with its long stone stairs and tall trees towering into the sky, and it looks like a good place to recuperate. Tie Gang dragged the injury out step by step, and there were two monks who opened the door, one fat and one thin, the fat burly, the thin and capable.

The fat one is still a disciple of Huitong's sect, and he naturally didn't have a good voice to show him for his injury to Yao Yan, and kept coaxing and shouting: "Iron and wood, get out of here!"

Tie Gang glanced at him, this monk who was respectful to him on weekdays is now turning his face and not recognizing people, and he is afraid of having something to do with him. From this moment on, Tie Gang seemed to be a sinner in Shaolin Temple, and the fat monk said: "What do you see, haven't you seen it for so long? Silly donkey." ”

The thin monk also said helpfully: "Look at you like this, hehe, I'm afraid that you will starve to death on the street when you go out." ”

He pointed up and down, "Which one looks like a human?" ”

Tie Gang turned his head to look at him, and said thinly: "Look at your virtue, where do you look like a monk." ”

Tiegang clenched his fists, and his bones creaked, and the sound reached their ears and really startled them. Tie Gang walked forward, the fat and thin looked at each other and kicked Tie Gang in the back at the same time. Tie Gang was defenseless, and was rolled down the stone steps three or four feet away by them. He turned to look at the gate, which was now closed.

This means that even if he died at the gate, no one was conscious, he had no travel, no food, no one to accompany him, and he came out completely naked, leaving only a body of pain. He didn't pay attention to where he went from then on. Even when he saw his master, he was speechless. He had grievances in his heart, and bursts of emotions tingled his heart.

Since he yelled or howled out at the gate a few times, he vented the grievances and pain in his heart. He wanted to whimper and sobble under the big locust trees when he was bullied when he was a child. But now he did nothing, laughed strongly, and stood up. He turned the pain of the flesh into the comfort of the soul, and the sorrow in the soul into the bright sunshine in the confusion.

Because he was bathing in the warm sunshine at this time, he still knelt down with his feet weak. He kowtowed heavily and said, "The disciple is not filial, and he pollutes the cleanliness of the Shaolin Temple." ”

When he said this, his heart was already sour, and he kowtowed a few times and said: "The disciple is not filial, and he has failed the cultivation of all the uncles and uncles and the abbot, thank you Shaolin Temple for the twenty years of nurturing the disciple." ”

His heart, where his flesh was torn, was bleeding. He didn't want to do that, but it was all so natural. He bowed three more times and said, "The disciple is not filial, and before the master returns, he will cause such a catastrophe." But I didn't do it, but everyone mistakenly thought it was me, just the handkerchief left by the piggy woman. Yes, I have moved my heart, I can't help anyone, I'm sorry for you, Master. ”

His head hung to the ground, and the lower he drooped, his heart seemed to be dark. He thought about death, because he had read Buddhism that only by dying can he be innocent, that only by death can he be clear, and only by dying can he clear his grievances. But when he thinks so, he thinks that he is not stupid, because when he dies, others will think that he committed suicide in fear of sin, or committed suicide in a cowardly manner, or was unable to survive in the rivers and lakes independently.

He thought a lot, a lot. Not much time passed, and he stood there looking at the steps, and vigorously rang the bell from the temple, the sound of Buddhist scriptures. At this time, he was so hopeful that he could live an ordinary life in the Shaolin Temple again, day after day. Now I want to leave this Shaolin Temple, and there are 10,000 reluctant to give up. Now I must say goodbye to this light life and live an unpredictable fate.

He couldn't let go of his emotions, so he ran over as he crawled and slapped a big locust tree. Strangely, the wooden tree pushed him back with the same force, and he saw that the surface of the tree suddenly appeared in the shape of a monk's mouth. The person in the tree clearly spoke to him again, as if he heard him say: "Tie Gang cultivates in himself, life is very poor, don't give up on yourself for a momentary injustice." ”

After saying that, it disappeared, and Tie Gang didn't believe that his eyes and ears were real. He shook his head, and when he looked again, there was only the locust tree. He saw the bark of the locust tree that he had knocked off. He gouged his ear with his finger to let himself know that it was a hallucination, which he didn't believe was real. He slapped it again, and the handprint of the locust tree deepened. He affirmed that his thoughts were hallucinations after extreme sadness, but he clearly heard clearly, "Life is so bad." "The five words in it mean that I am unlucky.

But in a moment, a stick came at him behind his back, and he blocked it with his hand, and the stick broke off on his arm. Tie Gang knocked the flying monk away with a palm of his right hand, and he turned around to see that there were still twelve monks looking at him.

Tie Gang's heart was cold, knowing that these monks were taught their martial arts by Huitong on weekdays, but now they actually came out to fight Tie Gang when no one paid attention to him anymore. He didn't expect that he had been punished, and the monk Huitong really didn't let go of himself, but wanted to cure himself to death, so he couldn't help but ask the monk who beat him and said, "What are you doing here." ”

Tie Gang was already exhausted, and even if he was energetic, he was not necessarily the opponent of this Shaolin New Thirteen Sticks. In his memory, he once formed the four major gold and steel with the three brothers of King Kong, Yingang, Copper and Steel, and it took him to break the stick method of his thirteen great stickmen. Now he is the only one, although he says that his martial arts have made great progress, and he is growing day by day.

But in the past three years, the new thirteen stickers have made even more miraculous progress, and the monk who was knocked down jumped up and walked up and said: "Senior Brother Tiegang's arm is so powerful, since my corn stalk stick has been broken, and my bricks have been beaten. ”

The monk opened his chest and saw that the bricks on his chest were cracked, but the monk immediately took a piece and put it in his mouth and chewed it. A monk asked, "Silly second brother, can you eat your bricks?" ”

"Of course you can eat it, it's delicious, and of course I'll give it to you. He divided the chest among the twelve little monks.

He walked up to Tie Gang's face and sighed: "Oh, Senior Brother Tie, no, but your palm skills are too good, and you will spread my brick into thirteen pieces at once." It's a pity that if you don't have fourteen dollars, you won't have your share. ”

They laughed, and Tie Gang reluctantly said, "Senior brother, you are so funny." ”

He raised his head and held the stick tightly in his hand, and he said: "How can I be as smart as you, but in the end, I am only a little smarter than you, that is, Master Huitong will not trouble me, and let us trouble you." ”

The monk at the head hit him with a wooden stick, and he beat several sticks in a row, and he beat the iron gang into the pile of monks. They set up Tie Gang with wooden sticks, and then hit Tie Gang with wooden sticks like passing a ball, and Tie Gang was confused twice. About seventeen or eighteen sticks, and suddenly he came to his senses.

He understood that they were not joking as before, but that he was dead. He took a stick and flew to the opposite side, and the monk on the opposite side had already hit him with a stick. Tie Gang mustered up all his strength, and rolled a few times with all his might, much earlier than the monk who took the baton expected, and before he could hit himself with the stick, he first kicked the man away, and then stood firm on the ground.

The monk next to him saw that Tie Gang actually dared to fight back, so he stabbed him with a wooden stick. Tie Gang remained motionless, and the monks pushed forward hard, but Tie Gang still did not move, and the monk's wooden stick bent and arced like a rainbow bridge.