When Li Yihang heard this, he was really angry with him, and he was about to have a seizure in an instant, but then he thought about it: "I went to Shaolin Temple to ask for someone, don't ask for someone but fight, this guy who looks down on people, why should I be like him?"

But Na Yongyuan didn't give up, dodged in front of him to block the way, and said with a smile: "Didn't you say that you are a disciple of the Beidou, I want to see the Beidou Kung Fu, and see if the Shaolin Beidou Kung Fu is stronger." Li Yihang was stunned: "What, how many tricks do you have to make?" I don't have time, please get out of the way." Yongyuan stretched out his arms and said, "Are you weak-hearted, aren't you a Beidou disciple at all?" Li Yihang said coldly: "Is it that the Beidou disciple has anything to do with you?"

At this time, another Shaolin disciple said: "If you are not a disciple of the Beidou, then you are a swagger, and you have to be arrested and sent to the Yellow Mountain to be handed over to the head of the Beidou faction." Li Yihang didn't get angry and said with a smile: "When did the Shaolin disciples start to shoot the sycophants of the Beidou faction, come, I will recommend it to you, and it will be good to change to the Beidou faction to be my disciple." ”

Yongyuan scolded angrily: "What do you say, rabbit cub, do you think you have a long life?" Li Yihang laughed and said: "It's up to you, take it." Seeing that he was so arrogant, Yongyuan scolded: "Look who collects ......" Before he finished speaking, he punched out. Li Yihang stepped back, and the opponent punched three times in a row, and he retreated three times in a row. A Shaolin disciple next to him scolded: "Bastard who can only dodge and can't fight back, it's a shame, you dare to say that you are from the Beidou faction?" Li Yihang didn't care about him, he was playing with his opponent, Yongyuan played more than 20 moves, and he couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

Li Yihang was already familiar with Luohan Boxing, how could he let him hit it, but he was entangled by him like this, but he was not happy, so he stretched his feet out of the place where he had to pass when he made a move to "look back at the moon". Yongyuan was so angry that he didn't notice it at all, he tripped and fell to the ground and ate. Li Yihang smiled and said: "Master, what's wrong with you, can't you beat people to lose their temper?" Yongyuan lost his authority in front of all the junior brothers, climbed up and beat again, Li Yihang only avoided and couldn't fight back, dodged in front of the mountain gate, and made Yongyuan panting.

Yongyuan shouted: "Senior disciples, give it to me!" The six or seven Shaolin disciples at the door heard the order and surrounded them together, but what was the use, Li Yihang interspersed left and right in the middle of them, causing them to collide with each other, wrestling and wrestling, and beating by mistake.

Li Yihang thought that he was almost done, so he jumped away and wanted to go down the mountain. Suddenly, someone behind him shouted: "Shaolin Temple is a place where you can come and leave if you want?" Li Yihang turned around and saw a monk in his thirties walking out of the mountain gate and coming to everyone, Yongyuan and others shouted in unison: "Uncle Minghui." Minghui nodded, raised his palm to Li Yihang and said, "Amitabha, why did the donor come to the door and tease the disciples of my temple?"

Li Yihang returned the salute and said, "Master Minghui, it's not that I want to make trouble, it's that this disciple won't let me leave, and you can see that I didn't make a move." As he spoke, he pointed to Yongyuan. Yongyuan said: "Uncle Minghui, as soon as this stinky boy opened his mouth, he wanted to find the abbot of Changku, and when we revealed his identity, he cursed." Another disciple said: "Yes, he scolded us for being bastards, and Senior Brother Yongyuan and I couldn't be angry, so I had to leave him behind to ask for clarification." ”

Li Yihang said: "It turns out that the disciples of the Shaolin faction are all skillful, fabricating things to come, their faces are not red and their hearts are not beating, and they are admired and admired. Minghui said: "Amitabha, the donor's words are inevitably vicious and uncomfortable. Li Yihang said with a smile: "Master Minghui, why don't you want to think that I was casually framed by several of your nephews, isn't it more uncomfortable? Although what I said makes you uncomfortable, it is indeed the truth, and Yongyuan's statement that I am scolding and swaggering is completely false. ”

Yongyuan said: "How can you frame and scold, you admit it yourself." The rest of the disciples said: "That's right!" Li Yihang smiled again: "You say I scold people, then what do I scold you?" Yongyuan and several other disciples were stunned, what he scolded himself, it was really not easy to fabricate, so he said: "You didn't scold in your mouth, you scolded in your heart, who knows what you scolded." Li Yihang shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "I thought that Shaolin disciples could read minds, so they could see what I scolded in my heart." Minghui said: "Donor, you don't scold in your mouth, you scold in your heart, you still scold, the Buddha said, what you have in your heart, what is in your eyes, what is in your mouth." Li Yihang said: "Master Minghui, you are very right, but you only blame me for scolding people in my heart, not for your Shaolin disciples scolding people with their mouths and beating people with their hands. ”

Minghui was speechless for a while, and Yongyuan hurriedly said: "Senior uncle, he claims to be a disciple of the Beidou, and he is suspected of impersonation, so we have to take him down." Minghui said: "I see, the most hated thing on the rivers and lakes is the people who pretend to be famous children to cheat on food, drink, money, and sex, and there is nothing wrong with what my nephew did." Li Yihang thought that this Minghui was a reasonable and sensible person, but he was neither clear nor wise, and immediately said: "Master Minghui said so, do you want to forcibly arrest me and interrogate me like them?" Minghui said: "Since the matter is not clear, how can I go down the mountain?"

Li Yihang laughed and said: "I thought that Shaolin Temple was the source of martial arts in the world, and the monks in the temple must all practice profoundly, but unexpectedly, hum." Minghui said: "But I didn't expect anything, you are so disrespectful to my Shaolin, and you can be taken down for questioning with this article." Li Yihang said: "If you are disrespectful to Shaolin, you will take down people and ask for guilt, it is really more magnificent than today, is everyone going to bow to you Shaolin three times and nine knocks, you will be satisfied?"

Minghui shouted: "What an arrogant guy, it is not your turn to go wild in front of the Shaolin Temple." After speaking, a palm was slapped and hit Li Yihang, which was the King Kong palm in the seventy-two Shaolin stunts, Li Yihang said: "Okay, I will teach you the domineering Shaolin kung fu." "Use the tiger's palm to maneuver with it. Minghui shouted: "I want to come to Shaolin Temple to bargain for a bargain, but I Minghui has never met it." ”

Shaolin Temple's King Kong palm is known for its mighty and brave, each palm out, the ground is flying sand and stones, the branches shake the stem, Li Yihang's tiger palm also takes the fierce road, the two of them are on the hand, they shoot each other more than ten palms.

In terms of internal force, the two are between the two, but after all, the two are not fighting for life and death, and they have not used the smart internal force when they dismantle their palms. Only fight to win or lose in the strength of the moves, you come and go on both sides of the fight, and the tumbling and rolling bucket will rise. Although Minghui knows a lot of kung fu and moves, he is much worse than Li Yihang in terms of on-the-spot experience and improvisation.