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"Mr. Xiao......" Su Qingqing called softly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xiao Yuesheng turned his head, glanced at her, shook his head, smiled, and signaled not to worry.

Master Fang Zheng smiled: "Sure enough, the famous teacher is a high apprentice. ”

"She knows some crops, and she will be embarrassed when she comes out, and the master should not be laughed. Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand.

"Mr. Xiao is too modest. Master Fang Zheng shook his head and smiled.

Jiang Nanyun's posture is like catkins, floating out of the group, waving the long stick in his hand, moving smartly, and there is no sign of sluggishness.

The eighteen Arhats walked swiftly under their feet, shifting their shapes and transposing, like gears, moving slowly, able to crush all obstacles.

Jiangnan cloud stick method into clumsy, just a simple lift, four flat style, across the sword style, horse riding style, splitting the mountain style, phoenix wings style, hidden dragon style, whirlwind across the sword style, are all basic stick style.

Her steps are light, like treading on water, and her long stick dances and rotates around her body, like the stick of the mythical Monkey King.

This is what Xiao Yuesheng saw when he watched Journey to the West in modern times, and later when he founded the stick method, he had an idea and really integrated this stick method into it.

At this time, the stick method is not only fancy, but also more exquisite, the long stick swings, enveloping the body everywhere, whirring, like an invisible cover.

When the long stick of the Eighteen Arhats attacked, it was suddenly swept away by the long stick that rotated at high speed, and the long stick was not disturbed at all and still rotated violently.

Jiang Nanyun's feet moved, slowly upward, and the eighteen Arhats couldn't be broken for a while, so they could only surround her, constantly attacking, trying to exhaust her.

Although this method is not bright, it involves the prestige of the Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Array, but it does not allow mercy and mercy, and it does not hurt her surname, which is the thought of the eighteen Arhats.

Jiang Nanyun's feet moved slowly, but they didn't stop, and the footwork was exquisite, and for a while, there was no flaw, and they could only follow.

Xiao Yuesheng stroked his beard and smiled on the hillside, Master Fang Zheng's expression was solemn, and Song Mengjun's four daughters were surprised and stared intently.

Jiang Nanyun walked faster and faster, and seemed to gradually figure out the key of the eighteen Arhat formation, the eighteen Arhats waved their long sticks, becoming more and more urgent, but they couldn't stop her from moving forward, so they could only passively follow her and not let her escape the formation.

After a cup of tea, they came to the hillside.

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, turned around and said with a smile: "This Nanyun is really a headache, Master Fang Zheng, just treat it as a child's nonsense!"

Master Fang Zheng smiled bitterly, his face was bitter, he sighed slowly, and stared at Jiang Nanyun in the field with a solemn expression.

He has already seen that Jiang Nanyun still has strength to spare, and the Eighteen Arhat Formation can't trap her at all, which is a blessing or a curse for Shaolin.

The eighteen Arhats are like the eighteen hands of one person, attacking tightly and orderly, without any confusion, in different directions, and there is no place to hide.

But Jiang Nanyun's body is mysterious, the stick method is peculiar, and in the face of the fierce attack of eighteen people, he is at ease, light as a swallow, and his movements are indescribably graceful.

"Stop!" Master Fang Zheng let out a long sigh, his voice was like a wave, slowly pushing out, drowning the monks in front of him.

Hearing this, the eighteen arhats suddenly took a step back, the circle was larger, and they still surrounded Jiangnan Cloud in the middle, but they were out of the attack range of the long stick.

Master Fang Zheng shook his head and waved his big hand lightly: "Let Miss Jiang go." ”

Eighteen Arhats stared at Jiang Nanyun and glared at her fiercely, their teeth clenched, their eyes murderous and awe-inspiring, and they were extremely cold.

These eighteen Arhats, when they met such a master for the first time, were helpless, and in front of outsiders, it was really a shame for the Eighteen Arhats, there was a fire burning in their chests, and they were ashamed and angry, and they wanted to dig a hole and get into it.

Jiang Nanyun's figure flickered, appeared in front of Xiao Yuesheng, smiled coquettishly, and said, "Meet Master, when did you come, Master?"

Xiao Yuesheng glanced at her and sneered: "Just arrived...... Gang Master Jiang, you are so powerful, you are really majestic!"

"Master......" Jiang Nanyun's eyes were crooked, his eyebrows were low, and he looked at Xiao Yuesheng timidly.

"I'll deal with you later!" Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand, snorted angrily, and turned his head to look at Ren Yingying who was coming over.

Ren Yingying approached slowly, covered with a black gauze, the breeze blew, stirring her black veil, and her snow-white jade face loomed, graceful.

"Great monk, you have won!" she walked up to Master Fang Zheng and said coldly, her eyes were like water, and she didn't squint, as if she hadn't seen Xiao Yuesheng here.

Master Fang Zheng clasped his palms together and slowly moved the Buddha beads: "Miss Ren, you are too persistent, because your karma is too deep!"

"Monk Ren, you said it all the way, I just don't believe it. Ren Yingying shook her head and said coldly.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Master Fang Zheng pronounced a Buddha name, shook his head and sighed, his expression was compassionate, and his eyes were soft.

"Mr. Xiao, you're here!" Master Fang Sheng slowly approached and titheed Xiao Yuesheng with a slight embarrassment.

The monks of their Shaolin Temple can't help his disciples, although he is a monk, but he is inevitably embarrassed.

"Master Fang Sheng, the apprentice is stubborn and offended. Xiao Yuesheng returned the salute and said apologetically.

Master Fang Sheng hurriedly waved his hand and shook his head: "The martial arts of the disciples are extremely high, and the old man admires them very much. ”

The two exchanged pleasantries, Ren Yingying turned around and left, walking towards the small courtyard where she was originally imprisoned, and several monks followed closely behind her.

Xiao Yuesheng looked at her back and let out a long sigh.

Master Fang Zheng and Master Fang Sheng looked at each other, although they were monks, they were not unsophisticated, and they had already seen that the relationship between Xiao Yuesheng and Ren Yingying was unusual, and it was really groundless, not false.

Their hearts were a little heavy, and when they glanced at the monks around them, none of them were Jiang Nanyun's opponents, let alone Xiao Yihan.

"You go and see Miss Ren, don't mess around!" Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand at Jiang Nanyun.

Jiang Nanyun suddenly raised his head, responded happily, his figure flickered, and appeared more than a dozen feet away, and in the blink of an eye, he caught up with Ren Yingying.

Master Fang Zheng's monks were shocked when they saw it, thanks to Master Fang Sheng's wit, quick response, and timely control of Ren Yingying, otherwise, with Jiang Nanyun's light skills, maybe he would have broken out of Shaolin.

Xiao Yuesheng said a few more words of apology, and everyone returned to Shaolin Temple.

In the abbot's meditation room, Xiao Yuesheng sat cross-legged on a square stool, holding a tea cup in his hand, with a leisurely expression, concentrating on tasting tea.

Shaolin's tea is extremely precious, it is given by noble people, ordinary people have never heard of it, and it is even more difficult to taste.

Although the monks pay attention to not staying in the material, Master Fang Zheng also likes to taste tea, and carefully savor the fragrance of tea, which can make his heart more calm.

"Master, I have a lot to do with Miss Ren, and I came to visit, but I really came to intercede. Xiao Yuesheng took a sip of tea and said with a smile.

Master Fang Zheng smiled, just tasting tea, and did not speak.

Seeing this, Xiao Yuesheng didn't say much about it, but said: "I once had a little friend, whose legal name is Juekong, who came to worship in Shaolin, I don't know if it's there?"

"Juekong?" Master Fang Zheng was stunned, raised his head and said, "Isn't it Juekong that Master Yue introduced?"

Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "Exactly, this son is chivalrous and has excellent qualifications, which is really rare in his life, and he will definitely have a bright future in the future." ”

"Juekong has entered the Arhat Hall and is being closed. Master Fang Zheng said, stroked his hair and smiled: "Juekong's qualifications are extraordinary, his heart is pure, and he is really a person of my Buddha." ”

"Shaolin has this high apprentice, congratulations. Xiao Yuesheng said with a smile.

Master Fang Zheng put down the teacup, moved the Buddha beads, and said with a slight smile: "This is the vast Dharma, introducing Juekong into my Shaolin Temple." ”

Xiao Yuesheng nodded, smiled, and did not speak.

After a while, Xiao Yuesheng drank a cup of tea, put it down, and said leisurely: "Master, I want to see Master Juekong, can I?"

Master Fang Zheng nodded: "Since Mr. Xiao wants to see him, the old man will call him out of the pass." ”

Although the two spoke amiably, there was always a layer of estrangement, and it was obvious that Jiang Nanyun's actions had angered Master Fang Zheng.

can make him, a virtuous monk, angry, Xiao Yuesheng smiled secretly, his apprentice's ability to cause trouble is really not small.

Shaolin Temple's vegetarian diet is average, He Xueqing and Xiaohe are hundreds of times stronger than them, Xiao Yuesheng only picked two bites, and then put down the bamboo chopstick.

He said goodbye and came to the small courtyard where Ren Yingying was.

The eighteen Arhats stood upright, like green pines, motionless, letting the night wind blow, cutting their faces like knives.

They are at the peak of their bodies, and their internal and external skills are all in the room, so cold that they cannot invade the body, but instead use the cold qi to promote the speed of internal force operation, which can be regarded as a method of practice.

These eighteen arhats, usually only have one thing to practice, ignore trivial matters, concentrate on the same, abandon all external temptations and interferences, their minds are as calm as water, completely immersed in the ocean of martial arts, and they do not know that the outside world is changing, and the stars are changing.

In such a state of mind, the practice is extremely fast, and all of them are extremely smart, with excellent endowments, and they are all first-class masters in the martial arts.

Today's breath has been held in my heart, and there is no way out, it can suffocate people to death, and the cold wind blows on the face, but it relieves some of the fire in my heart.

A few lanterns hung in front of the small courtyard, brightly lit, and looked particularly conspicuous.

Xiao Yuesheng was born, they didn't stop them, and they watched Xiao Yuesheng enter, but there was a strong curiosity in their eyes.

Jiang Nanyun is only his disciple, he is already so tricky, he is young, but he is already a master, and his martial arts are even more masterful, and the Eighteen Arhat Formation is afraid that he can't help it.

The only way to dispatch the one hundred and eight Arhat Formations is to send out the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation, but he is not showing hostility at present, and it is not appropriate to tear his face.

Xiao Yuesheng entered the courtyard, several shrouds hung in the courtyard, the small courtyard was as bright as day, and there was a delicate laughter in the house, and he knew that it was Su Qingqing when he heard it.

He knocked on the door, and Song Mengjun's voice came from inside: "But Mr. Xiao?"

Xiao Yuesheng answered, pushed the door and walked in, and suddenly his eyes were full of brilliance, several jade faces gathered together, reflecting each other, and his face was dazzling.

He sat here for a while, and then he couldn't stand still, Ren Yingying was still indifferent, and he didn't look at Xiao Yuesheng, treating him as a transparent person.

In the end, Jiang Nanyun followed him out, and the master and apprentice walked out of the small courtyard and strolled in the desolate meadow.

A bright moon hangs high in the sky.

"Master, do you want to save Sister Ren by yourself?" Jiang Nanyun tilted his head to look at him and smiled softly, she was wearing a moon-white Luo shirt, which looked elegant and quiet in the hazy moonlight.

"Nonsense!" Xiao Yuesheng snorted and turned his head to glare at her.

Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes were shining, reflecting the moonlight like spring water: "If you don't give them a little bit of power, you won't let them go!"

Xiao Yuesheng nodded, what Jiang Nanyun said was not false at all, Shaolin, as the supreme martial arts, has always been stubborn, they want prisoners, and they will not change their minds no matter what, which is detrimental to the majesty, as soon as this case is opened, the crowd surges, and it is difficult to suppress it.

"Master, what do you want to do?!" Jiang Nanyun tilted his head and asked, smiling lightly: "I think Sister Ren doesn't seem to want to pay attention to you, Master!"

"Don't think nonsense all day long!" Xiao Yuesheng glared at her, her eyes flashing slightly.

Since he came to Shaolin, Ren Yingying didn't seem to look at himself, he felt extremely keen, even if he was far away, he wanted to perceive someone's gaze, it could still clearly appear in his mind, and he could be sure that Ren Yingying really didn't look at himself.

This is really a bit abnormal, even if you don't look at it openly, it is reasonable to glance at it secretly, and it is really strange not to look at it.

"Do you want me to help me find an opportunity to kidnap her out and let Master be alone with her?" Jiang Nanyun tilted his head and asked with a smile.

"Don't work hard!" Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand, glanced at her, and snorted: "You, this time you are really not pretty!"

Jiang Nanyun hugged and said: "Master, I didn't expect that this Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Formation is so powerful, I really understand it!"

"Only then did you know that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world!" Xiao Yuesheng snorted heavily, a little annoyed, this big disciple, although his martial arts are high and his qualifications are good, he is arrogant and arrogant, not inferior to himself in the slightest, which is really annoying.

People often hate people who are similar to themselves, Jiang Nanyun's arrogance is inherited from Xiao Yuesheng, and in his eyes, it is a little hateful.

"I knew they were great, but I didn't know they were so powerful. Jiang Nanyun said pitifully, looking at him with bright big eyes.

He snorted angrily, turned his head and didn't dare to look at her, lest he soften, and said in a deep voice: "If you can really save Miss Ren, why should I look at Shaolin's face at this time?!"

"Master, you will take action personally!" Jiang Nanyun perked up and said with a smile, and there was excitement between his eyebrows.

She hadn't seen her master make a move in person for a long time, besides, the opponent was Shaolin, and she could force out Master's true ability, which was what she wanted to see the most.

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and said in a deep voice: "If you mess around, I will clean up the mess, and you can also blame you for being ignorant, although they are suffering, they can't have seizures, but if I take action personally, it will be different, from now on, our Guanyun Villa will be the enemy of Shaolin!"

"The enemy is the enemy, what's the big deal?!" Jiang Nanyun shook his head indifferently and snorted coquettishly.

Xiao Yuesheng's face sank, and he glared at her fiercely, quite a headache for her boldness.

At first glance, Shaolin is only a faction in the martial arts, but hundreds of years of accumulation and heritage, and the court of Zen Buddhism, the influence is so strong that it is invisible, and ordinary people are difficult to imagine.

If he is an enemy of Shaolin, although he is not afraid, and even in a fit of anger, he has the power to raze Shaolin, but if this is the case, he is an enemy of the world, and he will not do such a hard thing.

Taking advantage of the trend, Fang is a Taoist act, and he has long liked this, he has no time to waste in ordinary martial arts grievances, what he thinks about is to shatter the void, break the space, and be able to see Yan Ping's daughters.

"Okay, okay, Master, don't be angry, I'm wrong?!" Jiang Nanyun hurriedly laughed, and his two small white jade-like hands clenched into fists.

Xiao Yuesheng's anger calmed down slightly: "It's all because you are not good at learning, so it is difficult for me to do it now, so I can only think of another way!"

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault. Jiang Nanyun nodded, feeling helpless, but the master was angry, she didn't dare to provoke.

After walking for a while, Xiao Yuesheng glanced at the master cautiously, and saw that his face was calm, and he couldn't help but be curious: "Master, what do you want to do?"

"......" Xiao Yuesheng glanced up at her, but didn't speak, obviously not wanting to tell her.

Jiang Nanyun pursed his mouth, muttered stinginess in his heart, and could only lower his head and follow him slowly.

She thought to herself, Master will not force her way into Shaolin, and it is a great pity that she can't see his heroic style!

Although the master's martial arts are superb, he wants to keep his head in obscurity and not show it in front of others, which makes people despise and is really incomprehensible.

She snorted to herself, if the master comes up with five points of true ability, it is enough to shock the earth, see if Shaolin dares to put on a shelf?!

While thinking to himself, he followed behind Xiao Yuesheng and walked slowly, stepping on the withered yellow grass silently.

In the early morning, Xiao Yuesheng stood in the small courtyard, facing the rising sun, breathing, and doing kung fu that is usually difficult to do.

He did such ordinary kung fu because he realized that someone was watching him and wanted to find out what he was doing.

Shaolin Temple is quite a few secret passages, the original temple builder must not be a monk, maybe what kind of skilled craftsman, there is such a mind.

He has always used the Nine Turns of Yi Tendon Technique to replace the internal force in his cultivation, and besides, the power of the heavenly thunder in his body is surging now, which is the most yang and rigid vitality between heaven and earth, and it is a higher level than the internal force, and breathing and exhaling is not the best way to cultivate.

But the method of breathing is the most basic method, there must be its uniqueness, Xiao Yuesheng occasionally comes, only to feel that the breath is continuous, the body is a thick and dense, warm and smooth, with the exhalation and inhalation, the power of the thunder rises and falls like a tide, a breath to clear the customs, a breath empowerment, straight to Kunlun, and the purple mansion faintly echoes.

A long white gas was tied to his nose, like the reins of a horse, hanging straight to the ground, and with the ups and downs of his chest, the air rope swayed, trembling slightly, like a spiritual snake.

A knock on the door interrupted his tuk.

Xiao Yuechang let out a long breath, his hands were sealed, changing in front of his chest, slowly retracting his breath, and the white snake burrowed into his nose.

"Mr. Xiao can ask to see you in Juekong!" a bright voice sounded outside the door, with joy and excitement, and asked proudly.

"Little Master Juekong, please come in!" Xiao Yuesheng nodded.

The courtyard door was pushed open, and Juekong, dressed in a yellow monk's robe, slowly stepped in.

His steps are slow, his expression is calm and solemn, his feet are like heavy mountains, and he seems to be stepping on thin ice, which is both light and calm, and the contradiction is abnormal.

"I've seen Mr. Xiao!" Monk Juekong approached and was about to kneel.

Xiao Yuesheng flicked his sleeves, stopped him, and said with a smile: "Since you are a monk, you should see through red tape, and you don't have to be stubborn!"

Monk Juekong nodded, feeling that there were two invisible big hands in front of him, and he couldn't kneel down at all, so he could only give up and put his palms together: "Mr. Xiao has always been good?!"

"Very good, I am calm, it has always been like this, but you are full of energy and have made great progress, congratulations!" Xiao Yuesheng nodded with a smile.

"All thanks to you, sir. Monk Juekong said earnestly.

He was very emotionally moved by this, if he was an ordinary person, he had to go through a three-year entry process to enter the Shaolin Temple.

Worship into the Shaolin gate wall, it is extremely difficult, as soon as you enter the temple, you first chop wood and carry water, do some miscellaneous work, practice basic skills, and then go through the moral test of the surname, before you can slowly start to practice Shaolin martial arts.

And he was recommended by Yue Buqun, so he didn't have to do this at all, he was able to directly practice Shaolin's martial arts, as well as the guidance of many senior monks, and the speed of martial arts improvement can be described as a thousand miles.

And these are all due to Xiao Yuesheng's help, if there is no these, how can he, a wild monk, enter Shaolin to practice martial arts?!

"Look, you're being polite again!" Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand, as if displeased.

Monk Juekong hurriedly said: "Yes, I won't say it anymore." ”

"I'm relieved that you can live well here. Xiao Yuesheng looked at him with satisfaction and said with a smile.

He took a thin booklet from his bosom and handed it to him.

"Is this ......?" Monk Juekong subconsciously stretched out his hand to take it and asked suspiciously.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled casually: "This is the Shaolin Luohan boxing book, write some of my humble opinions on it, if you have time, you may wish to refer to one or two." ”

Monk Juekong was stunned, and then overjoyed, Xiao Yuesheng's martial arts are superb, he has seen a little bit and knows that he is powerful, far beyond people's imagination, and it is extremely rare to be able to get his martial arts secrets.

"Mr. Xiao, this ...... , this ...... "After the monk Juekong was excited, he wanted to flip through it, but suddenly saved, was busy and stopped, hesitating.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said, "This is just my game, it just so happens that you worship in Shaolin, if you don't look at it, you will be thrown into the corner, and no one will pay attention to it." ”

"But......" Monk Juekong still hesitated.

"If you don't want to see it, throw it away, and it's not a great martial arts secret. Xiao Yuesheng said with a smile.

“...... Yes!" Monk Juekong finally made up his mind, slowly opened the boxing book, and couldn't wait to look through it.

After the beginning, he couldn't extricate himself, and in the blink of an eye, his mind was completely immersed in it, and the expression on his face was angry and happy, hearty, angry, and varied.

This is the fist intention of his complete immersion in the Arhat fist, the protector of Buddhism, the Arhats, with different postures and different meanings of the Dharma.

Because of the simple moves, Luohan boxing has become an introductory mental method, and the people who practice are often people who have just entered Shaolin, do not understand Buddhism, and are naturally not familiar with these Arhats, and it is difficult to understand their fist intent.

Xiao Yuesheng's knowledge is like an abyss, not only the master of the channel, but also the Buddhists, and the knowledge is far above the ordinary monks.

For the allusions of Buddhism, he is like a number of treasures, so when he annotates Luohan Boxing, it is simple and concise, but it contains a very deep meaning.

Monk Juekong looked at the boxing book, only to feel that another door seemed to appear in front of him, the original seemingly simple and simple action of Luohan boxing has such a deep meaning, it is really a miracle.

More importantly, he suddenly realized a truth, Shaolin martial arts, need to be profound in Buddhism, and the deeper the martial arts will be.

At the beginning, he just thought that the elders were afraid that the disciples would be too murderous, and deliberately wanted to practice Buddhism to edify the surname, but now that he thinks about it, it is by no means so shallow, because Shaolin's martial arts really need to be proficient in Buddhist thought and allusions to understand the essence of martial arts.

This truth has been preached by the masters, but people often hear it but do not take it to heart, because they do not understand it personally.

Reading this boxing book, Monk Juekong suddenly realized that he had embarked on the shortest path to Shaolin martial arts, similar to Buddhist enlightenment.

The boxing book is very thin, because there are not many Luohan boxing moves, and Xiao Yuesheng is not to correct the movements, but only to point out the essence of it, just a few words.

Monk Juekong chewed every word in the book, giving birth to a sense of pearl in every word, and couldn't help but feel grateful, so he wanted to kneel.

Xiao Yuesheng flicked his sleeves, waved his hand and said, "Little master, don't do this, if this is the case again, I can turn around and leave!"

"Yes, the little monk knows. Monk Juekong nodded respectfully and titheed, his expression full of gratitude and excitement.

"The little master must have comprehended the most subtle key of Shaolin martial arts?" Xiao Yuesheng asked with a slight smile.

"Yes, the little monk understands that he should practice the Dharma diligently!" Monk Juekong nodded slowly.

Xiao Yuesheng was very relieved, this little monk was really smart, he seemed to be loyal and honest, but his comprehension of martial arts was difficult for ordinary people to reach.

"I still have a booklet here, if you read it, give it to Master Fang Zheng. Xiao Yuesheng took out a silk cloth booklet from his bosom again, but it was thicker.

Monk Juekong took it without hesitation, for fear that Xiao Yue would be angry again, complaining that he was hesitant and too indecisive.

As soon as I took the booklet, I was greeted by four words, written by the big seal, vigorous and simple, and with a yellowish color, this silk album must be a long time ago.

He didn't know these four words, and he was curious, Xiao Yuesheng said that he could look at them and see if it would be harmless.

He turned a page and immediately frowned, he didn't know any of the words in it, all of them were clumsy and vigorous, almost the same as the words on the skin.

Xiao Yuesheng saw that he was worried, smiled and said, "This is not a martial arts secret, just a Buddhist scripture, if you want to learn, it is the best." ”

"I don't know, what kind of Buddhist scripture is Mr. Xiao?" Monk Juekong asked curiously, a little disappointed in his heart, thinking that it was still a top martial arts secret.

"Miscellaneous Ahama Sutra. Xiao Yuesheng smiled.

Monk Juekong shook his head, he hadn't heard of this scripture, he didn't know what it was, so he would ask the elders later.

"Little master, let's go, don't practice too hard. Xiao Yuesheng said softly.

Monk Juekong nodded, put the two booklets in his arms, put his hands together, and said solemnly: "Thank you Mr. for your teachings, the little monk will leave!"

Xiao Yuesheng nodded and watched him leave.

"What do you ask about this?" a middle-aged monk asked Juekong, but it was his senior brother Juezheng Monk.

Monk Juezheng is tall and burly, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, standing there, like an iron tower, quite scary.

His appearance is also very vicious, his face is full of horizontal flesh, his eyes are like copper bells, and his beard is full of face, which looks quite heroic.

But Monk Juekong knows that this senior brother Juezheng has a disgusting and kind face, the softest heart, and has never hurt anyone in his life, and he is really a rare good man in the Luohan Hall.

He usually doesn't go out, he has been staying in the Luohan Hall, practicing martial arts all night and night, his martial arts are extremely high, if he encounters something tricky, he will take him with him, and he can save his life at a critical moment.

Monk Juekong had a good relationship with him, and when he first arrived, he relied on the help of Monk Juezheng to integrate into the Luohan Hall so easily.

"I've overheard people mention it, but I've never seen it here. Monk Juekong said suspiciously.

Monk Juezheng scratched the bridge of his nose with his big hand, thought about it, and said: "If you ask others, you really don't know, because we don't have this scripture in Shaolin." ”

"And there are Buddhist scriptures that we don't have in Shaolin?!" Monk Juekong seemed to be unbelieving.

Monk Juezheng nodded: "Other Buddhist scriptures, our Shaolin is very good, but this scripture book has been lost!"

He looked around, this was the hall where he practiced, it was very empty, and it was clear at a glance that others were approaching.

He approached Monk Juekong, lowered his voice very low, and said in a low voice: "This Buddhist scripture is one of our Shaolin seventy-two stunts. ”

"Senior brother, tell me what's going on, don't let me worry!" said Monk Juekong with dissatisfaction.

"Okay, okay, I'll just say that. Monk Juezheng hurriedly waved his hand and raised his hand in surrender, not wanting him to be angry.

Monk Juezheng straightened his face, came to a chair next to the hall, and sat down slowly: "Senior brother, do you know that our Shaolin seventy-two stunts, at most four or five skills, at most six or seven skills, is already the limit."

Monk Juekong nodded vigorously: "Yes, I know that Uncle Fang Sheng's achievements are not trivial, and he has already practiced seven Shaolin seventy-two stunts!"

(To be continued)