Let's say that Situ Mingkong parried the monks with the skill of the divine sword, and as a result, these monks in the yellow robe temple were all frightened in their hearts, not to mention fighting with tricks, and even stopping to fight directly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The monks retreated to the left and right, and then drew out one by one from the middle, and an old monk walked out in the middle, his eyes were like stars, and he was majestic. I saw him go straight up to the sky like a meteor sword rainbow, galloping in the direction of Situ Mingkong. Situ Mingkong's heart trembled, and he said in his heart: "Which guy is this who doesn't want to die, and he actually rushed up・・・・・・

Situ Mingkong fought with him, and he didn't want to fight him with the Seven Star Sword Divine Technique, so he put the sword into the sheath, and then fought with it with palm fisting. I saw that the robe that the old monk was wearing at this time was dancing vigorously, and the Shaolin boxing method matched the palm technique of the world's martial arts, which was so difficult for Situ Mingkong to parry. Situ Mingkong was terrified in his heart: "Who is this, the kung fu in his hands is so good!"

Situ Mingkong was so bent on kung fu, the old monk had already pointed at an acupuncture point on his abdomen with his index finger, and he was dizzy and almost fell from the air. Situ Mingkong hurriedly ran into the distance, and the old monk followed behind him. Situ Mingkong rushed along the eaves of the roof, and the old monk followed closely, sometimes speeding up his pace and slapping Situ Mingkong's vest with one palm. Situ Mingkong heard the wind behind his head, and hurriedly turned around to meet the enemy, and after parrying, he turned his head and ran again, and so on, and the two of them actually ran in a big circle in this Shaolin Temple.

The two of them ran one after the other, and after a circle, they came back to the place where Zhao Ling'er and Lin Yueru and the more than ten monks were. And at this moment, these more than ten monks have already started to move, Zhao Ling'er, Lin Yueru and Yongchuan Kaori fought more than ten people, and they actually had the upper hand. And at this moment, the Zen Qing master hurriedly jumped up and fought against the old monk with Situ Mingkong.

After Master Chan Qing dismantled a few tricks with him, he couldn't help but wonder: "Who are you from Master Chan De?"

The old monk suddenly jumped forward, and then landed not far away, and said with a smile: "Doesn't Senior Brother Chanqing remember your junior brother?" This monk is in good spirits, and it is the master of Shaolin Temple who is in charge of punishment - Zen Dao.

The tense expression on Master Chanqing's face relaxed, and then he laughed loudly: "Haha, Amitabha, no wonder I see that you are familiar with your moves, and it is really good, but you are my junior brother, alas, the years are not forgiving, and you are so old now!" Master Chanqing couldn't help but sigh at the speed of time passing as he spoke.

The Zen Taoist master also changed his solemn and solemn demeanor in the past, and at this time he was in tears, and said sadly: "Senior Brother Chanqing, when you and I were separated, we were still young people, and we were all old after decades of separation!" The Zen Taoist master walked to the side of the Zen Qing master at this time, stretched out his slightly thin hands, and held the hands of the Zen Qing master, and couldn't help trembling.

At this moment, more than ten monks in the yellow robe behind him clasped their hands together, and suddenly said respectfully: "Disciple to meet the abbot ancestor!"

I saw that among the more than ten monks, there was a dignified and solemn appearance and an awe-inspiring Zen master, who was the abbot of the Shaolin Temple today - Master Zende.

Zen Dao turned around, saw Master Chan De, and couldn't help laughing: "Senior brother, you really expected it to be good, it is Senior Brother Chan Qing who is here!" Zen Dao said, then took Master Chan Qing's hands and walked towards the Master Chan De together.

Zen Qing and Zen Dao walked in front of Zen De, looking at each other, and couldn't help but have mixed tastes. Master Chan Qing looked at the wrinkled skin on Chan De's face, and couldn't help but feel a little sad: "Senior brother, you ・・・・・・"

Master Chan De was silent, but his eyes were already moist, he stretched out his hands, put on Master Chanqing's shoulders, and said happily: "Senior Brother Chanqing, do you remember Senior Brother, I guessed that you came, so I sent someone to test your martial arts, but I didn't expect it to have reached such a realm." In this way, you are wandering in the rivers and lakes, and the senior brother is no longer worried!" Master Chande said this, still sad, but he also calmed his mind and did not disgrace the image of a Buddhist monk.

Master Chan Qing didn't say much, but after a while, it was the Zen Taoist master who said, "Two senior brothers, we might as well go to the 'Bichi Temple' in the back mountain to sit down, how about it?" Master Zen De nodded, and then heard the Zen Master say again, "Amitabha, junior brothers, everyone go back to their rooms to study the scriptures, and then wait until noon to go to the "Jixiang Hall" to take meals. After that, he saw that the monk of the temple answered and left in an orderly manner.

The three masters of Chande, Chanqing, and Zen Tao walked in front, and Situ Mingkong, Zhao Ling'er, Lin Yueru and Nayongchuan Kaori also followed closely, and walked for a long time, passing through about three or four corridors, and passing through a few moon cave doors, before coming to the quiet "Bichi Courtyard" in the back mountain. Coming to this Bichi Courtyard, I found that the scenery here is quite beautiful, although it is the season of severe cold and early winter, but this place is the plum blossom cluster open, more than moving, looking at the elegance and pure heart. At this time, the weather was not particularly cold, so the river was not frozen, and the sound was clear, lingering in the ears, so it was quiet and quiet.

Master Chan De walked into a monk's room, and then Master Chan Qing and Master Zen Tao followed. When entering the door, Master Chanqing turned his head and said to Situ Mingkong and his party: "You might as well come in too, I will introduce you to the abbot on your behalf!"

The monastic room was not very spacious, but fortunately there were no beds to sit and lie in, so it could accommodate so many people and it was not crowded. The Zen master brought three chairs from a corner and sat them down for the three masters, Zen De, Zen Qing, and Zen Dao. And Situ Mingkong and his party had to stand on the ground. When Master Chande saw Situ Mingkong and his entourage standing here, he felt apologetic and said:

"Hello donors, this monk's room is quite simple, I will order my disciples to send things to sit and lie on!" Master Chan De said, and then instructed the monks waiting outside the door to move the things to sit and lie on, and soon the things to sit and lie were delivered, and Chan De instructed the monks to wait outside the courtyard.

Situ Mingkong and his entourage said in unison: "Thank you Master for your kindness!" With that, everyone sat down.

Master Chan De asked again: "Who are these benefactors, and the senior disciples of Chan Qing have not yet introduced them!" What Master Chan De said was quite kind, and Situ Mingkong and the others looked at him, not like a monk with strong martial arts, but like an amiable country man.

After Master Chan Qing said "yes", he introduced Situ Mingkong and his party to Zen De and Master Zen Tao, and at the same time explained the reason why they came here and the things in the rivers and lakes. And Situ Mingkong and others also learned about some recent incidents in Shaolin Temple through the introduction of Master Chanqing. I only heard that the Zen master was quite worried:

"Listening to what you say, I'm afraid this world will be a little messy again!"

Everyone present couldn't help but be worried after listening to the words of the abbot Master Zende・・・・・・