Instead of taking Wang Lie and a few people to the back mountain, Monk Hairuo chattered endlessly about Buddhism, Wang Lie shook his head and stopped talking nonsense with him, and led the way back.

It didn't take much effort for them to find the way to the back mountain, although a door was hidden, and there was a sign at the door, which said "Pilgrims stop", but Wang Lie and the others naturally did not stop obediently, and walked forward directly ignoring the slogan.

With Fan Feng here, it is naturally very easy to find a place, Fan Feng made a living by stealing news, and people like them have a deep knowledge of architecture, you must be able to distinguish those important places from a building, since the Dharma Lower Courtyard is to entertain guests, it will naturally be in a more important place, led by Fan Feng, and it didn't take long for them to hear a human voice in front of them.

"The abbot of the shipwreck, I have heard for a long time that the Shaolin Temple is outstanding in martial arts, my little brother wants to worship under the Shaolin Sect to learn art, I shouldn't have much trouble if I don't come, but it's rumors after all, if the Shaolin Temple is a waste of fame, then my little brother is going to waste his life. From a distance, I heard a voice say loudly, the tone of the official voice was a little awkward, it should be the monk Hairuo said.

"The door of Buddhism is wide open, there is a fate to be able to enter, the temple will not be forced, since the donor has doubts, then go down the mountain. The land of Buddhism is based on cultivating Buddha, and martial arts are just side doors. A steady voice said.

"The abbot's words are wrong, since the Shaolin Temple is a martial arts sect, martial arts naturally cannot be abandoned, otherwise what is the difference between it and ordinary temples. The monk said: "The prestige of Shaolin Temple for thousands of years is not only based on Buddhism. ”

"This temple is not the Shaolin ancestral court, but the Dharma lower courtyard, and there is no thousand-year-old prestige. "The shipwreck abbot has a deep cultivation, and he is not angry at all, "If the donor wants to learn martial arts, there are many sects in the world, and he doesn't have to be Shaolin." ”

"Master Abbot, I don't just want to learn martial arts, my idol since childhood is Master Bodhidharma, determined to be a monk who surpasses Master Bodhidharma, I have heard for a long time that Shaolin Temple has seventy-two stunts, in the next is not talented, if there is a chance, it is bound to be proficient in seventy-two stunts. A young-sounding, loud-voiced voice said.

"It's good that the donor has great ambitions, but this temple is small, so I'm afraid it can't accommodate the big ambitions of the donor. The shipwrecked abbot said, although his tone was still calm, but the refusal could not be more obvious.

"Speaking of which, the abbot refuses to teach?" said the monk.

"If His Holiness wants to discuss the Dharma, the old man is welcome, but if he fights bravely, please forgive him for his old age and infirmity. The shipwreck abbot said.

"Hahaha-" A loud laugh rang out, and the roof tiles trembled.

"Please forgive me for being rude, take my palm!" shouted loudly, and the voice was the monk's forced move.

Wang Lie glanced up, stretched out his hand and made a "shhhhh

Li Suning showed a happy look in his eyes, and he also jumped up, then turned around, reached out and grabbed Wang Lie's outstretched hand, gently landed beside him, and also looked inside.

Why bother to ask and Fan Feng glanced at each other, fortunately, there were several big trees outside the high wall, and each of them chose a tree to perform light skills and climbed up, leaving Su Xinghe alone to look at the trees in a daze, he didn't know how to do light skills, those trees were too thick, he couldn't hold them, and he couldn't climb them at all. Just as he was jumping to his feet, a silver light flashed, wrapped around his waist, and then with a strong force, he flew up like a cloud, and just landed on a thick branch, so frightened that he hurriedly hugged the branch.

Everyone on the inside of the high wall was paying attention to the fight, and Wang Lie's work was so light that no one noticed them, and when they looked inside, they happened to see a monk in a lama's costume chasing an old monk in a big red robe, sixty or seventy years old.

The monk's moves and styles are vigorous, but the old monk seems to be strolling in the courtyard, and his body moves to make the monk's moves fail, but the old monk folds his hands and does not fight back, just dodge.

"It's the Aoki palm of the Western Regions, and I'm afraid this monk has something to do with the King of the Void Law. Li Suning whispered in Wang Lie's ear, heaving like an orchid.

Wang Lie nodded, he also saw that after the Tianshan incident, he collected the information of the top masters, and the information of the King of Likong mentioned that he had a stunt called Aoki Palm, Wang Lie also specially flipped through the collection of books of Xiaoyaozi, and as expected, he really found this palm method, this set of palm techniques was born from the Ganges River Damudra, and the power is not under the Shaolin 72 stunts, and it is also a set of quite good palm techniques, but he has seen things and has not practiced.

Wang Lie has never seen the Likong Dharma King perform, that day in the Tianshan Mountains he fought with Bai Zishu with weapons, but looking at the use of this monk, this set of palm moves have the power of broken stones, but it is also very good.

The martial arts of the monk are not in the first-class realm, at most it is Fan Feng and why bother to ask this level, the martial arts of the shipwreck abbot are obviously higher than him, and his demeanor is calm between dodging, and the monk has not even touched the corner of his clothes, and beads of sweat have appeared on his forehead.

"Donor, how about we settle for a tie?" The shipwreck abbot is a virtuous monk, and he is a lot older, and he doesn't want to compete for fame and fortune, so he said between dodging.

"Hmph!" The monk did his best to speak, and he had no strength to speak, and when he heard this, he snorted coldly, his face turned red with anger, and the monk's robe agitated at once, and his moves became more ferocious, as if he was stimulated by the words of the shipwreck abbot.

The shipwreck abbot sighed, his body dodged, his right hand slowly stretched out, the movement looked very slow, but in fact it was extremely fast, the palm of the hand had just stretched out, and the thumb had already hit the palm of the monk.

"Snort-" There was a soft sound, as if the sound of the air-filled skin bag being pierced, and the monk took a few steps back suddenly, his right hand and arm kept trembling, and a blood-red trace appeared in the backward palm.

In one move, the monk's palm technique has been broken, and if it weren't for the mercy of the shipwreck abbot, one of the monk's arms would have to be abolished.

"Amitabha!" The shipwreck abbot folded his hands again, chanted a Buddha horn, and said, "Donor, you are defeated, go down the mountain." ”

The number of monks in the lower courtyard of Bodhidharma present was only twenty or thirty, and this scale was a small temple, far from the scale of the later South Shaolin Temple, and those monks were looking at their abbots with admiration.

Wang Lie also nodded secretly, this shipwreck abbot lifted his weight lightly, the King Kong finger was used by him without fireworks, and his perfect skills were undoubtedly revealed, the martial arts of the shipwreck abbot were not far from the Haitong abbot of Shaolin Temple, the rivers and lakes were indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, the name of the shipwreck abbot was far less than that of the Haitong abbot, but he was also the top master among the first-class masters.

"It is worthy of being the abbot master, the martial arts are indeed good!" The monk held back the trembling of his arms and said: "Shaolin King Kong is worthy of his name, you won, I lost, but it's just that my martial arts are not as good as you, it's not that my Tibetan martial arts are not as good as your Shaolin!"

The shipwreck abbot did not stop him, let him go down the mountain, and after the monk left, he said to the young man who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old and was not tall: "Donor, this temple is not suitable for you, please go back." ”

The young man saw that the monk was defeated, but instead of being disappointed, his eyes shot a determined look, "Shaolin stunt, it's really powerful, abbot, I must worship Shaolin to learn art!"

"This temple is just the lower courtyard of Dharma, not Shaolin Temple, I said that the donor is not suitable for this temple, I will not accept you, please go back." The shipwreck master shook his head and said.

"It doesn't matter if you don't accept me today, I will come again, I believe that you will definitely accept my sacred mountain!" the young man said loudly, with a determined look on his face, and after speaking, he hugged his fists and walked outside.

"The abbot is mighty!" there were no outsiders, and I don't know which monk shouted funny, and the monks laughed.

The shipwreck abbot shook his head, stretched out his hand to stop the laughter of the monks, and raised his voice: "I don't know where the master is driving the Dharma Lower Courtyard, please show up and see it." If it weren't for the phrase "the abbot is mighty" just now, the shipwreck would not have heard that almost undetectable chuckle, and he would not have noticed that there was still someone peeping on the side. (To be continued.) )