Others don't know who this old monk is, but Qian Qingjian knows, this is a special wine fighting monk! He is a senior master who won the "Nine Yin True Scripture" from Wang Chongyang! Although there is no record in his memory whether this monk's martial arts surpassed Wang Chongyang's, but those who can sit with Wang Chongyang and discuss Taoism, how low can their martial arts be? Moreover, this old monk is the original creator of "Jiuyang True Scripture", and he is very likely to be the number one master in the world in today's era!

Qian Qingjian's first reaction was to kneel down and kowtow, if there is another person in this world who is worthy of his apprenticeship, then it must be this monk.

It's just that when he bent his knees, the sleeves of the old monk's robe flicked down, and a soft resistance on the ground bounced up, holding out his lower limbs, and he couldn't kneel.

"Who's talking?" Chen Xiaolin's figure appeared on the stairs.

The old monk ignored it at all and slowly walked out.

Chen Xiaolin was angry from the heart. This time he came to Shaolin, and no monk dared to despise him so much. Standing on the stairs at the moment, he said, "Where did the old bald donkey come from and pretend to be a ghost?"

The old monk didn't look back, as if Chen Qilin didn't exist.

Chen Qilin's arms circled inward, exhaled and started to say, "Hey!" Then the bone joints all over his body exploded, which was very amazing! After the bone joints sounded, he flew down the stairs with a tiger leap, and his palms came out together, bringing the sound of the wind to hunt, and patting the old monk's back.

Qian Qingjian watched this scene intently, but he didn't worry about the fighting monk in his heart, he just wanted to see how he could crack it. Unexpectedly, the old monk slowly stopped, didn't look back, and let this pair of iron palms hit his body, as expected, the loud sound of "pop" did not appear, only a soft sound of "poof", Chen Xilin stood frozen on the spot, like a mountain palm force but like a mud cow into the sea, disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this scene, Qian Qingjian couldn't help but blurt out: "He is strong, he is strong, the breeze blows on the hills, he is horizontal, and the bright moon shines on the river!"

As soon as these words came out, Chen Xiaolin hadn't heard any mystery, but the fighting wine monk turned around, his eyes shot at Qian Qingjian for a long time, and then nodded and said, "The little donor is so knowledgeable!"

The fighting wine monk said this, and then turned his body again, facing Chen Xiaolin and said: "Although the donor's martial arts are from Shaolin, they are from the outside to the inside and achieve small success, but it can be regarded as a different way, he is diligent and hone every day, it should be a wonderful flower in the martial arts, if you seek other Shaolin martial arts to practice, it is not beautiful." I hope you are doing it yourself. ”

At this time, how could Chen Zhenlin not know that this old monk was unfathomable, and taking his life was just a breath, so he gave a deep bow to the old monk at the moment and said, "Follow the teachings of the monk." He beckoned Qian Qingjian and the soldier upstairs to leave together.

The old monk pointed to Qian Qingjian and said: "This little benefactor has a relationship with the old man, and the old man wants to keep him in the temple for half a day." ”

Chen Xiaolin didn't dare to ask more, he only said, "Divine monk, please." He hurriedly walked out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with another soldier, and when he arrived outside the pavilion, he didn't have the face to show off his might with Xingying and other monks, and he didn't say a word of greeting, and walked away all the way.

The abbot of Xingying and the others did not know what was happening in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and seeing that Chen Xiaolin was leaving, but there was one less golden soldier, they arranged for the injured Kufang and another old monk to stay here, and he himself took some monks out of the temple to inspect.

In the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the wine fighting monk saw Qian Qingjian's eyes staring at the four volumes of the "Lenga Sutra", and said: "Lao Gao wrote that scripture, it took 20 years before and after, and Lao Gao also practiced for 20 years, but he has not practiced it so far, and the reason is that the child's body has been broken. Therefore, I advise the donor not to waste time on this work. ”

Qian Qingjian was even more shocked when he heard this, how did this old monk know that I was not a boy? He immediately searched in his memory, and sure enough, there were only two people who practiced Jiuyang Divine Skill from beginning to end, one was Jueyuan, and the other was Zhang Wuji, these two people were both virgins when they practiced, and the other two who practiced part of Jiuyang Gong were Zhang Sanfeng and Guo Xiang, Zhang Sanfeng was naturally also a virgin, and Guo Xiang was a virgin.

It seems that the drunkard is not lying. When he saw that this old monk was kind, he also had the courage to ask: "Dare to ask the master, since you haven't practiced Jiuyang, why can you block Chen Xiaolin's heavy hand?"

The old monk shook his head and smiled: "With your understanding of martial arts, you shouldn't have such a question. Any kind of internal strength in the world, practiced to a high depth, is like this. We went outside to talk. With that, he walked out first.

Qian Qingjian followed behind the old monk and secretly scolded himself for being stupid and asking such a childish question. Thinking about it again, this Jiuyang Divine Skill is not so easy to practice, Zhang Wuji has no desires and no desires, open-mindedness, and it took five years of practice to be considered a practice, and after practice, thanks to the cloth bag monk's Qiankun Qi Bag and Cheng Kun's big feet, he opened up the entrance of life and death, otherwise, the Jiuyang Divine Skill achieved by Jueyuan may not be stronger than the Jiuyin True Scripture.

At this time, there were only two old monks left outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and when they saw the old monk who was responsible for cleaning the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion come out, they didn't care, and then they saw Qian Qingjian behind the old monk, and they were about to interrogate one or two, but they saw the old monk raise his hand and stretched out a finger, and nodded at him a few times, only to feel that there was a stream of heat in his left arm, and the injury healed immediately, and he couldn't help but be horrified.

After the old monk treated the bitter prescription, he pointed a few fingers at the arm of another old monk of the bitter word generation, and the injured arm of the old monk of the bitter word generation was immediately raised, and he glanced at the bitter side, and the two monks saw that each other's eyes were full of surprise, and the two monks invariably saluted the old monk at the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and said, "Thank you seniors for your rescue." The younger generation of bitter recipes and bitter bamboos visited the ancestors. ”

Kufang added another sentence: "The predecessors have great skills, but this temple's stunt is a finger of Zen?"

The fighting monk sighed, half answered, half blamed: "It's just that no one has practiced one-finger Zen, but how can other stunts be so barren? It's a pity that my Shaolin martial arts has declined, and it has fallen to the point of second-rate rivers and lakes. ”

Kufang Kuzhu's face was full of shame, and Kufang asked: "The predecessor is the legendary sweeping monk?"

The fighting monk shook his head and smiled: "The sweeping monk is the ancestor of Lao Gao, he is not an immortal after all, how can he live to this time? ”

Kuzhu clasped his hands together and said: "It turns out that the predecessor turned out to be the ancestor of the Xuanzi generation, and the little monk lost his respect." ”

Qian Qingjian couldn't help but interject behind the fighting wine monk and asked: "How is this possible? Shaolin monks rank spirit, Xuan, Hui, and Xu, even the senior monks of the virtual character generation will live to be one hundred and fifty years old now, how can the master be from the Xuanzi generation?"

Ku Fang's face was angry, and he was about to scold Qian Qingjian, but the monk smiled and waved his hand to stop it, and then turned to Qian Qingjian and said: "I can't imagine that the little donor is so familiar with Shaolin's story, did Chongyang Zhenren tell you?"

Qian Qingjian shook his head and said, "The younger generation has never seen Chongyang Zhenren, it was Zhou Botong who told me. ”

The wine fighting monk failed to hear Qian Qingjian's lie, bent his fingers, nodded and said, "Well, the donor is only twenty years old, so he couldn't get the real person of Chongyang." About the question of the little benefactor, the old man also asked the teacher, the teacher once said, he was the little brother of the Lingzi generation monks in the Yuan Yu period of Song Zhezong, only because of the discord with the Shaolin abbot Xuan Ci at that time, and wanted to split Shaolin, so he was slapped into a fake death by my master and ancestor until the first year of Shaosheng, when it was a year after the abbot of Xuanci died in order to defend the reputation of the temple, and was punished by the rod to die, the master took the teacher alive, and when the teacher came to life, he was less than 30 years old. ”

Qian Qingjian nodded again and again when he heard this, in his memory, the sweeping monk once slapped Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo into dead people with one palm and then was able to save them, this magic skill is indeed there.