Let's say that Situ Mingkong and his party walked in the direction where the yellow-robed monk disappeared, and after a while, there were fewer trees and dense forests, replaced by some small and delicate plants and evergreen bamboos. Situ Mingkong looked at www.biquge.info greenery, and couldn't help but say: "Wow, it's very quiet here, and the scenery is quite wonderful!"

Master Chanqing took a look at the surrounding scenery and said with a smile: "Hahaha, this is 'Qingyun Zhutao', after this small bamboo forest, after walking for a short time, you can see my Shaolin Temple Mountain Gate, we speed up the pace!"

The pace of everyone is accelerated, so it takes a short time to pass this small bamboo forest, and everyone walks a path paved by cobblestones, and can already see the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple that stands tall not far away. Situ Mingkong looked at it from afar, and found that this Shaolin Temple is really worthy of being "the first temple in the world", only the mountain gate is more than a few zhang high, and the three words of "Shaolin Temple" inscribed on it are the dragon flying and phoenix dancing, tactful and powerful, both Wang Xizhi's calligraphy style, and Ouyang Xun, Yan Zhenqing's writing specifications, and at the same time do not lose the unique sense of vast and magnificent beauty of the writing himself. Situ Mingkong has also studied calligraphy since he was a child, and when he saw this good character at this time, he couldn't help but praise it in his heart:

"Thousands of years later, the inscription of the 'Shaolin Temple' is the inscription of the Kangxi Emperor, although the font is vast, but it lacks some sense of elegance and elegance, and this inscription has both desolate and sad feelings, and there is no lack of tenderness and grace, it is really a good word. It's a pity that I don't know how many calamities we have to go through in these thousands of years, so that this fine calligraphy plaque has been severely damaged and even destroyed!"

Master Chanqing looked at Situ Mingkong with a melancholy and sad look in his excitement on the side, and couldn't help asking: "Brother Xiaoyao, what is on your mind, the old monk sees that you are a little sleepy, why not just say it!"

Situ Mingkong said "ah", then suddenly smiled, and hurriedly covered up: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm just a little shocked to see this Shaolin Temple so prosperous!" Situ Mingkong said, then pointed to the three words "Shaolin Temple", and said, "Just say this word, it is the first-class genuine product in the world's calligraphy world, no less than the book saint Wang Xizhi!"

Master Zen Qing stroked his beard and smiled, and said no more. After browsing the surrounding scenery for a while, everyone also stepped into the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple. When I first entered the mountain gate, the door was hidden, and everyone pushed it open, and after passing through a few cloisters and meditation courtyards, I saw that the door was tightened. Even though Situ Mingkong and his entourage are strong in martial arts and can climb over the wall, this place is the place where the master of Zen Qing seeks to worship the Buddha, and it is also the Shaolin school of the mighty rivers and lakes, and at the same time, it is also the place where the Zen Buddhism is concentrated. Therefore, Situ Mingkong and his entourage all respected and admired this Shaolin Temple, and did not dare to do anything that crossed the line.

At this time, everyone came across a wooden door that was tightly closed, and they stopped. Situ Mingkong stepped forward and patted the door, and said loudly: "Amitabha, I don't know if there is a master behind the door, can you open the door and let us pass!" Situ Mingkong said and patted the door again.

After a long time, the door was not opened, and no one was heard. Situ Mingkong couldn't help but be a little suspicious: "What's the matter, this Shaolin Temple is really weird today, the mountain gate is hidden, the door behind it is locked, but people never hear people!" Situ Mingkong frowned as he spoke, and said to Master Chanqing, "Brother Chanqing, this Shaolin Temple is quite strange today, could it be that something happened in the temple, I think we should not get in the way of etiquette, quickly climb over the past, go straight to the abbot's courtyard, and see what happened, how about it?"

Although Master Chanqing was reluctant to go straight into the abbot's courtyard in his heart, he called everyone at this time, so he had no choice but to do so, and he was also very worried about the safety of the monks of Shaolin Temple at this time, so he nodded and said, "Without further ado, I will go as soon as possible!" Master Chanqing said, first of all, he performed the technique of light exercises, jumped to the head of the room, and then like a dragonfly dotting water, he swayed towards the monk's room in the far hall.

Situ Mingkong and his entourage are strong in martial arts, and they are even more familiar with light vehicles, even if they are Yongchuan Kaori, who has not been getting started for a long time, at this time, they have performed the art of light skills, and with the Shushan heart method, they are as fast as flying swallows. And Zhao Ling'er and Lin Yueru don't need to mention, they are all like birds flying into the forest. Situ Mingkong drove the seven-star sword, flying in the air five feet away from the roof, and the speed was just right.

Although the Shaolin Temple is densely covered with pavilions and the cloisters are tactful, everyone has a light skill, and they have rushed to the abbot's courtyard where the abbot Zen master lives in this Shaolin Temple. As soon as Master Chanqing landed, he saw more than ten yellow-robed monks rushing around, all of them were strong and strong, and their martial arts were not weak. Master Chan Qing hurriedly clasped his hands together and said respectfully: "Amitabha, the old monk has specially come to visit Master Chande, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and I am bothered to report to the masters!"

These more than ten monks did not respond at this time, but they rushed up. Master Chanqing saw a rough-looking monk led by him grab the "Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand" at the door in front of him, and immediately turned over and turned sideways, which was able to avoid this blow. Then the monk of the temple was actually chasing after the victory, it was actually a move "Dragon Sweeping Hengfeng", Master Chanqing hurriedly jumped to the roof, I didn't expect that the yellow robe rough temple monk martial arts is quite strong, a move "Lianzhu Roll" to the Master of Zen Qing Rapid rotation, followed by a set of Shaolin boxing, the move is full of power, extremely powerful. Master Chanqing relied on his profound internal strength to dissolve the menacing force. Master Chanqing didn't want to fight anymore, so he hurriedly spoke out to stop it:

"Why did the master do it?"

Master Chanqing's words seemed to have never been heard by the monks, and the more than ten monks faced themselves from all sides, surrounding themselves in the middle. Eight of these monks stepped in the Bagua directions, and a few of them blocked other narrow paths to prevent the Zen Qing master from escaping. Master Chanqing looked even more strange at this time, the Shaolin Temple sect was strong in martial arts, but the essence of the essence was not the Taoist gossip formation, but the true scripture of the Buddhist family. And at this moment, without waiting for Master Chanqing to think about it, the group of yellow-robed monks has already attacked, only to see that some of the monks in this group of monks are using palm techniques, and some are supplemented by fists and feet, and the offensive is endless. Even though the master of Chanqing is strong in martial arts, at this moment, he is outnumbered, and he has the strength to spare, so he does not dare to go all out. With the addition of these two, Master Chanqing gradually only had defensive moves, and the more than ten monks in yellow robes were awe-inspiring and vigorous.

At this moment, Situ Mingkong and Zhao Ling'er and others have followed, Situ Mingkong saw that Master Chanqing was besieged by everyone, and couldn't help but be a little anxious, when even if he sacrificed the seven-star sword, he saw that the seven-star sword was flourishing, and then a series of terrifying sword rain fell all over the sky, those yellow-robed monks were originally mortals, and they would die if they touched it, but at this moment, they used gossip to send each other, but they dissolved the continuous sword qi in the air.

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