The Kuzen monk would chant until late every day, and would not fall asleep after three watches, which was a habit he had developed over the years. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Kuzen is a monk, an old monk who is already seventy-eight years old, his eyebrows are all white, his eyes are deep and peaceful, and his wrinkled face always has a kind smile, even when he is chanting, and the whole child looks like an ordinary old man, but that is for people who don't know him.

As a Shaolin Temple Dharma Academy study, internal and external refinement, kung fu is unfathomable, sleepless for a few days are not necessarily nothing, not to mention only three watches, but tonight he went to bed early, in the chanting room, the chanting room is used for chanting, so of course it is not the Zen room of the bitter Zen monk.

I don't know when there was a man in black in the room, I didn't see the doors and windows open, and I didn't hear the sound of the wind, so the man in black suddenly appeared behind Kuzen and knocked him down without him noticing.

The man in black didn't make any movement after he poured down the bitter meditation, just stood quietly and listened carefully, and the chanting room could only become quiet without the chanting of the monk, so quiet that the man in black could hear everything he could hear.

The man in black stood for a long time, and then moved, his feet off the ground and drifted towards the wall on the right, like a gliding kite, obviously his clothes were swinging, but he didn't see the slightest sound, no wonder the Kuzen monk couldn't hear his voice, no one could hear something without sound.

The figure in black was erratic, but it was extremely fast, constantly circling around the wall of the chanting room, and his hands groped on the wall from time to time, his hands were faster than his body.

-- This kind of light work, such a technique, has only appeared in one place in the rivers and lakes.

Suddenly, the man in black stopped, landed on his feet, raised his hand and slapped the wall in front of him, the wall broke in response, and a yellow, orange and orange object was suddenly taken by him in his hand, and at the same time, he didn't look at the direction with his back to his back, and suddenly floated backwards, as if someone was tying his waist and dragging him out.

Of course, no one dragged him, it was he who wanted to retreat, because someone suddenly appeared on his head, to be precise, a claw, like a dragon's claw, fierce and fierce. The person who came not only concealed Kuzen, but also concealed it from the man in black, until the man in black got the thing in his hand, and only leaked a slight flaw and was noticed by the man in black.

The person who came was dressed in gray, covered his head and covered his face, leaving only a pair of eyes, just one look, the man in black was attracted by the eyes of the man in gray, the eyes of the man in gray were full of too many vicissitudes, and they were too numb, and the vicissitudes of life were so numb that the man in black was fascinated.

The gray-clothed man's dragon claws were retracted, and he slapped another palm at the black-clothed man, this palm was not strong, the palm power did not arrive, the black-clothed man had already felt that his chest was not breathing, and in an instant, the gray-clothed man's palm power was surging like an angry tide, and the black-clothed man suddenly fell into a dilemma.

Is it to break through the doors and windows or break through the walls or to fight hard for this long-standing palm? Either way, it will make a loud noise, attracting the owner here, the difference is only the difference between the door and window wall and the strong palm power.

It was just a thought time, the man in black made a decision, the hand that was faster than his light skills, met the surging palm of the man in gray, and the next moment, the two palms were printed together, and with a bang, the true qi surged around the chanting room, stirring up the room unpeaceful.

The man in gray only felt that his blood was surging, and he almost didn't spurt out of his mouth, and he took two steps back to relieve this breath, and the eyes that looked at the man in black finally had feelings, but they were a little shocked.

- In his mind, he probably never thought that this palm would be blocked so easily!

The man in black also took a few steps back, but he had already prepared, and with his strange light exercises, he unloaded some of his true qi, and even with the thrust of the man in gray's palm, he smashed through the door of the chanting room and floated away in the air, which was also the fundamental reason why the man in gray was shocked. The man in gray originally wanted to chase him, but the true qi in his body was turbulent, so he couldn't take a step, and it was even more impossible to catch up after it calmed down, because his light skills were not as good as those of the man in black, and because of the master here.

The owner of Shaolin Temple is naturally a monk, a monk who knows martial arts, although few people talk about Shaolin Temple in the rivers and lakes now, it seems to have been in decline for a long time, but only some old people in the rivers and lakes know that Shaolin Temple has never declined, because Shaolin Temple's seventy-two stunts have never been there, or even more!

The Shaolin Temple at night is less solemn than the holy place, but there is a lot more peace in the night, even if many monks outside the chanting room are staring at the guard, the four protectors, the first of each courtyard, and the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, the bitter sea monk are already outside, and the gray-clothed man has been unable to fly.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is suffering from the sea, is the donor willing to come out and talk about it?"

When anyone is surrounded by many masters and it is difficult to escape, and when there is a hostage next to him, he will not choose to come out, but the man in gray came out, slowly opened the broken door, and walked out slowly.

-- Maybe he still has some skills that are unknown to outsiders, and he is confident that he can do things that even the Oriental Qilin may not be able to do.

Who is the Oriental Qilin, a sword swinging Kyushu, breaking into the Netherworld alone, an immortal escapee, Dongfang Qilin'er, no one has ever had such a swordsmanship cultivation at the age of twenty or five, and no one dares to break into the terrifying Netherworld with a sword, and no one can survive under the Qingying Sword of the owner of the Netherworld, but he has done it, not only did it, but also did more.

But the man in gray was obviously not the Oriental Qilin, he came out and came to the Bitter Sea Monk, pulled down the mask, and knelt down violently, but it was a middle-aged man with a scar on his face, the scar was cut by a sword, staggered and chaotic and very deep, but the person who hurt him hated him so much.

"Please save my hard-working daughter, if I can save her from death, I wish to bow before the Buddha for thousands of years, and die without regret!"

"Amitabha, donor and get up first, if you come to save people, why don't you save the poor monks?" Kuhai said affirmatively. "It's just that it's inappropriate to trespass on my Shaolin Mountain Gate like this and disturb the purity of the Buddhist family, I don't know if my bitter Zen brother is okay?"

The man in gray bowed down and said: "Please forgive me, I am anxious about my daughter's pain, so I will make this decision...... I haven't seen it yet, and I'm ashamed. ”

"Oh, there's another one who has been here?"

"Yes, one more. ”

"And where is this man?"

"I slapped against the bottom, and I was defeated in the bottom, and the other party was far away...... Before that, he was seen taking something from inside a wall. The man in gray didn't dare to hide that he did have a daughter, and he really needed someone to save him.

"Master Yu, Uncle Kuzen is fine, he was ordered to sleep, but the disciple is not good at learning and has not been solved. "Haizhi is an apprentice of Kuhai, and when the gray-clothed man came out, he was ordered to enter the chanting room.

After listening to the apprentice's words, Kuhai was not as relaxed as if it was nothing, but his face changed greatly, and he stepped forward, and when the others came back to their senses, they had already entered the chanting room. The gray-clothed man's face also changed greatly, and he secretly thought in his heart, didn't the black-clothed man use some special technique to point down the bitter Zen master, and only hurt him when the acupuncture points were not right?

If this is the case, it is impossible to tell if there is really a mouth, and the man in gray smiled bitterly, and his face full of scars looked even uglier.