I don't know how long I slept, Yang Zixu was woken up by a bell, he opened his eyes to see, the sky had turned white, only to see not far away, a red temple standing there, a black background gold plaque hung on the door, on which were written Shaolin Temple three big characters, on both sides there are more than a dozen hundred-year-old trees lush, a school of Buddhist style, when it is:

The green clouds swirled around the red wall and the cold was cold, and the golden light sprinkled the purple glow. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Buddha's name is high and the heart is calm, and it is a dream of Nanke.

Capturing the tiger and subjugating the dragon has become a thing of the past, and the red face and wine have turned into fog lamps.

Luohan opened his mouth to laugh today, just because he added another little monk.

Yang Zixu rubbed his eyelids and found that Zhang Zhenren was sitting on a big stone not far away to meditate.

Yang Zixu said to him: "Grandpa, you ran here in one night? This Shaolin Temple must be eight or nine hundred miles away from Xiangyang, right?"

"Hehe, it's been here a long time ago, and I've been meditating for a while. Okay, the gate has been opened, let's go inside. Zhang Zhenren said, picked up Yangzixu and walked towards the temple gate not far away.

At this time, the four little monks had just opened the mountain gate, and were sweeping the leaves and debris on the ground with a big broom, when they saw two Taoist priests coming, they hurriedly saluted with their right hands and said: "Amitabha, are the two Taoist leaders going to incense or looking for someone?"

Yang Zixu gave him a blank look, can our two Taoist priests give you incense to the Buddha's door! It's really a vegetarian diet every day without nutrition, no brain and no liver.

Zhang Zhenren, who was walking in front, replied: "The troublesome little monk told Yuanming to preside, and said that the old man Zhang Laodao asked to see him." ”

The little monk saw that Zhang Zhenren's appearance was extraordinary, and he couldn't see the depth after looking at it for a long time, so he didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly said: "The old Taoist chief will wait for a while, and wait for the little monk to go in and preside." With that, he ran in.

After a while, I saw a monk in a big red robe walk out quickly, followed by several monks in gray robes, and when they arrived at the door, the chubby monk in red Gaza said: "Amitabha, the little monk doesn't know that Zhang Daochang has visited the Han Temple, and he has lost his welcome, and he still looks at Haihan." ”

"Hehe, Great Monk Yuanming, I haven't seen you for a few years, and the cultivation on your lips has become more and more profound. Zhang Zhenren said with a laugh.

Zhang Daochang smiled. Yuan Mingpi continued with a smile: "Daochang Zhang, the public trial meeting set by my temple is the sixth day of the sixth month of June, and it is only the middle of March, so you came too early." Yuan Ming asked puzzled.

"I'm not here for any public trial, but for something else to discuss. Zhang Zhenren put away his smiling face and said solemnly.

"Oh, that's it. Yuan Ming rolled his eyes, looked at Yang Zixu and said, "I don't know if this little donor is Zhang Zhenren?"

"Oh, this is my grandson Yang Zixu. This time I came to Shaolin for him. Zhang Zhenren said to Zixu again: "This is the host of Shaolin Temple, the Yuanming monk. ”

Yang Zixu looked at the white and chubby host, and he didn't have a good impression in his heart, but for the sake of face, he had to bow his hand and say: "Boy Yang Zixu has seen Master Yuanming." ”

Yuan Ming saw that Yang Zixu's face was pale and his lips were black and blue, and he already understood a little in his heart, but he didn't change his face and said: "Yang Shaoxia seems to be sick, but you have to pay attention to your body." Then he said to Zhang Zhenren: "If Daochang Zhang is a confidential matter, my uncles and ancestors have already retreated, and I can't be the master as a little host." Yuan Ming had a rejecting expression.

Zhang Zhenren listened, the internal force on his body shook, his robe swelled, his beard fluttered, he stared at Yuan Ming and said, "Why, I came thousands of miles to visit your temple, and I was not even allowed to enter this gate?"

Yuan Ming was shocked by Zhang Zhenren's momentum and took two steps back, and hurriedly said, "This is not going to be." Come, Taoist chief, please follow me to the backyard meditation room. Yuan Ming said, stretched out his hand and let the real person into the Shaolin Temple. Zhang Zhenren snorted and took Zixu's hand, Zixu felt an internal force spread to his body, and his body had some strength, and he stepped into the courtyard in a few steps.

When the group passed through the main hall from the side corridor and came to the meditation room in the backyard, there was already a little monk in it who had prepared fragrant tea and cushions. Zhang Zhenren asked the host of Yuan Ming to sit at the top, and he and Yang Zixu sat at the bottom.

"Daochang Zhang, I wonder if you have something important to discuss during your visit this time?" said Yuan Ming's eyes.

Yang Zixu looked at his hypocritical face and shiny brain, and resisted the urge to go up and play a few of his brainstorms.

"To tell you the truth, I came to Baosha this time to treat my grandson. Zhang Zhenren said.

"Hey," Yuan Ming waved his hand and said, "Zhang Zhenren's words are wrong, see a doctor to heal his injuries, he should go to the doctor." My Shaolin Temple is not a medical hall, so I can't see a doctor. ”

Zhang Zhenren suppressed his anger and said with a smile: "Host Yuanming, you don't know, this kid has a thunder fire in his body, and he can't dissolve it." It is necessary to pay tribute to the sun in order to turn yin into yang and reconcile thunder. ”

When Yuan Ming heard this, he seemed to be expected, he pressed the tea leaves with the lid of the bowl, took a sip of tea, and said unhurriedly: "Zhang Zhenren is not unaware, this sun worship magic is one of the seven uniques of my Shaolin Temple, and it seems that it is not passed on to outsiders." Speaking of this, he glanced at Yang Zixu with his eyelids disdainfully, and continued: "Besides, this sun worship magic skill must be exhausted in the acupoints of the whole body in order to be cultivated, and your grandson has to practice to the acupoints of the whole body, and I don't know what year and month it will take." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard proudly and said with a smile: "Well, hehe." My grandson, Yang Zixu, has all the acupuncture points all over his body。。。。。 ”

"Poof" Yuan Ming sprayed a mouthful of tea to the ground, "Zhang Zhenren don't be joking, it's normal for a sixty-year-old to be able to open up the acupoints of the whole body, and it is unheard of for a thirty-year-old to be able to open up the acupoints of the whole body." This kid is only sixteen or seventeen years old, can he understand all the acupoints? Zhang Zhenren doesn't want to talk about it. ”

"Yuan Ming is rude. Before he could finish speaking, two lean old monks, one tall and one short, walked into the room, dressed in gray monk's robes, their faces wrinkled, and they looked like they were only a hundred years old. Yuan Ming hurriedly stood up and said, "Senior Uncle Ancestor, why are you two here?"

Zhang Zhenren was also busy saluting and said: "The poor road is empty, and I heard that the two monks have seen the ceremony." Yang Zixu was very knowledgeable, knowing that the identities of these two old monks were not ordinary, so he hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed: "Boy Yang Zixu has seen two seniors. ”

The second monk hurriedly returned the salute, and the taller one heard it: "Amitabha, Zhang Daochang's skills are really getting more and more profound, and the old man is not as good." As he spoke, he took Yang Zixu's wrist and stood up, he touched it for a moment, his face showed joy, and then he looked at Zixu's face again, and asked in surprise: "Zhang Daochang, this son has also opened the eyes of the sky?"

Zhang Zhenren smiled and nodded.

The two monks and Yuan Ming were both very surprised, and they looked at each other for a while, and then they said: "Actually, this sun worship is not indispensable to this child. ”

"Uncle Shi, he is a disciple of Wudang, and he can't pass it on. Yuan Ming blocked.

Zhang Zhenren glanced at Yuan Ming, and said in his heart, you great monk, why do you talk so much, if it weren't for Zixu's illness, you wouldn't want to give it for nothing. Thinking of this, he hurriedly said: "Hehe, two monks, although this Yang Zixu is my grandson, he has never worshiped under the Wudang sect, nor has he worshiped any sect. ”

When the two monks heard this, they looked at each other again, and they couldn't help nodding, and looked at Zhang Zhenren: "It's okay for me to pass on his sun-worshipping magic skills in Shaolin, but there is one condition, please be sure to agree." ”