"Thank you all friends from the rivers and lakes for coming to our temple!" A male voice sounded like a bell, and the voice overpowered the chaotic voices of the audience, as if ringing in everyone's ears, and this time it revealed a profound internal cultivation.

Wang Lie looked up at the stage and saw a big monk wearing a red robe, about fifty years old, standing on the platform with his hands folded, and what he just said was exactly what he said.

The voice on the field was suppressed by his words, and suddenly disappeared, thousands of people were silent, and the scene was shocking.

"The poor monk Haishan, the first seat of the Dharma Monastery. "The great monk reported his family, of course, most of the young disciples present knew him," the abbot of the temple Ruxian Master led the Shaolin Temple for more than 40 years, with outstanding achievements, but he was old, and wanted to devote himself to practicing Buddhism, today is the succession ceremony of the new abbot of Shaolin, thank you for witnessing. Now there is the abbot please. "No wonder it is a master at first glance, the Dharma Academy is an institution specializing in the study of advanced martial arts, and the first one is not the first master of Shaolin, which is also the top few.

Monk Haishan got straight to the point and said directly. With his voice, the old monk Ruxian appeared on the high platform at some point, and this hand was so unanimous that Wang Lie was envious, this is the master.

"The old monk walked into the coffin with one foot, and he was really happy to see so many martial arts heroes and make friends. As soon as Ruxian opened his mouth, he was like an ordinary monk next door, but when he said casually, it was heard by the audience, and the internal strength was especially high above the sea and mountains, "The old monk I have been an abbot for decades, and I have been messing around, and I have not made any achievements, and today I can finally let go of this burden, and I only need to recite the scriptures in the future." ”

"The abbot master is modest, the master is highly respected, and the martial arts still rely on you to be old. Someone in the audience said loudly. It caused a flurry of discussions.

"Martial arts naturally has you young people to support you. Ruxian smiled, "It's time for us old bones to abdicate and make way for Xian." ”

"Haha, you old monk is so unreasonable, what should we do with these old bones as soon as you say this. Some martial arts seniors sitting in the front row laughed and scolded.

"The old man is still very young, and the second spring has just begun. There are also shouting in disobedience.

"Old friends are really getting older. Ruxian continued: "The temple disciple Haitong, since childhood, to the heart of the Buddha sincere, Buddhism and martial arts for outstanding, even the temple monks respected, by the temple elders decided, by Haitong to take over the position of Shaolin abbot, sincerely invite you to witness. ”

"Sure enough, it's Haitong, I'll just say it. As soon as Ruxian's words fell, there was a mess in the audience.

"How could it be Haitong, I thought it was Haishan, and I lost five taels of silver. A voice said in frustration.

"Where is the handicap, you don't call me when you bet, and say that you are a good brother. "Martial arts people are not small in gambling.

"Isn't that a mistake?" said the previous voice.

"Monk Haitong is the first master of Shaolin Haizi, and it is said that he is proficient in eleven of the seventy-two Shaolin stunts. Wu Yazi explained to Wang Lie beside him, "Shaolin stunts are different from us, each of their stunts must have corresponding Buddhist cultivation if they want to practice to a high and profound realm, so it is very difficult to practice, of course, the power is also extraordinary, but in the history of Bodhidharma, no one can really be proficient in the seventy-two stunts, and the Bodhidharma of the year relied on these seventy-two stunts to become an immortal Buddha." Back then, the master once wanted to use Xiao Wuxianggong to simulate the seventy-two stunts, but unfortunately their seventy-two stunts would never be passed on, and no one in many stunt temples could make them, so they couldn't observe it, and then they couldn't do it. ”

"I see, then if there is a cheat for the seventy-two stunts, is our little phaseless function simulation?" asked Wang Lie.

"In terms of moves alone, there is naturally no problem, but the subtle twists and turns are probably a bit plausible. Wu Yazi said, seeing Wang Lie touching his chin thoughtfully, he added: "Don't have any crooked ideas, the Shaolin Hidden Scripture Pavilion is not so easy to break into." ”

"With his three-legged cat kung fu, you think too much. Wu Xingyun interjected, very disdainful, obviously not thinking that Wang Lie had that ability.

"I agree with Sister Senior's words on this. Li Qiushui covered his mouth and snickered. Wu Xingyun glanced at her.

"Fourth Senior Brother's Ling Bo Weibu is very good, as good as me. Li Suning complimented it, which also had the effect of mending the knife.

"It's still the little sister to give face. Wang Lie rubbed her little head and said.

"The martial arts of this sect are much more sophisticated than this group of monks, why should I imitate them, just that Lingmen monk, it is said that he is also an outstanding elite disciple of Shaolin Temple, and he can't even accept a hundred moves from me. Wu Xingyun said proudly. As soon as he came to the temple, Wang Lie introduced Lingmen Lingjing to the senior brothers and sisters, after all, he only had a few acquaintances and friends, but Wu Xingyun had to learn from them, and Lingmen was provoked by her, and he ended up fighting, but he lost a move.

"Don't talk nonsense. Xiaoyaozi interrupted them in a voice, "Shaolin martial arts pay attention to accumulation, he is not as good as you now, and he may not be inferior to you in ten years, if you are so proud and complacent, you will always be compared." Lingmen is just a small character, his master Haitong can defeat you, his ancestor Ruxian is proficient in thirteen stunts, known as the "Thirteen Absolute Monks" back then, and he is the first master under the congenital, Murong Longcheng is inferior, you can know that Shaolin seventy-two stunts should not be underestimated. ”

Wu Xingyun nodded yes, but there was a disapproving look in his eyes.

On the stage, Ruxian has handed over the abbot's tokens such as robes and Zen sticks to the hands of the Haitong monk, who is also a monk in his fifties, with a tall figure, a national face, and a restrained look in his eyes, revealing the essence from time to time, he respectfully took the token and shouted "Amitabha!"

"Today, the old monk is relieved. After the ceremony, Ruxian let out a long breath and said lightly. "In the future, any old friend who passes by Shaolin can come to the old monk to talk about Buddhism, haha, the old monk will go. He waved his sleeves in a dashing manner, and without seeing how to behave, he stepped out five or six feet in one step, and disappeared in front of everyone in a few steps.

Everyone couldn't imagine that Ruxian would just leave, but they were still shocked by his peerless light skills. Haitong, who had just taken over as the abbot of Shaolin, was also helpless.

"Poor monk Haitong, I will ask your colleagues to take care of me in the future. Monk Haitong folded his hands and said to the martial arts people in the field.

"I have heard for a long time that Master Haitong is proficient in the eleven stunts of Shaolin, second only to your master Master Ruxian, and can also rank among the top three in the history of Shaolin, I don't know if Master Haitong can open our eyes. I don't know which martial arts hero called out, Wang Lie praised it in his heart, it is very much in line with me, you do it, I will steal it, he thought to himself.

"The monks practice martial arts to strengthen the body, Buddhism is the foundation, and this monastery is full of talents, and there are many people in martial arts above me. Haitong said, "Today, in order to thank you for coming to watch the ceremony, the temple specially arranged for the warrior monks to practice the Arhat stick formation, please correct one or two." He politely declined to shoot, but threw another paintball.

As soon as he finished speaking, a sound of neat footsteps came from a distance, and a moment later a group of warrior monks turned out from behind the main hall and came to the square, densely packed with bald heads, which could not be counted at a glance.

"Shaolin Temple is going to show its strength, and even the five hundred Arhat arrays have been put out. Wu Yazi exclaimed.

"Is this five hundred monks?" Wang Lie curious.

"On the occasion of the alternation of the old and new abbots, the Shaolin Temple is to show Wulin their strength, in case others have some ideas that shake the status of Shaolin, the number one faction in the world. Wu Xingyun scoffed.

"Shaolin Arhat Stick Formation is a barrier against strong enemies in Shaolin Temple, for hundreds of years, I have never heard of the legend of someone breaking out of the "Arhat Array". This time it was Xiaoyaozi who opened his mouth to solve their doubts, "This set of formations needs at least one hundred and eight to complete the formation, and it takes five hundred people to exert the strongest power. ”

"Isn't it just that there are more people and fewer people are bullying?" Wang Lie said, "We have Ling Bo Weibu, and if we can't beat it, we can run." ”

"If it was so easy, there are so many light masters in the world, Shaolin's formation, would have been broken a long time ago. Xiaoyaozi shook his head and said: "Once you are in the array, your whole body will feel countless indescribable potential oppression, as if you are suddenly thrown into a very rapid whirlpool, and your body will involuntarily spin and immerse yourself, even if you have the courage to fight the world, you will end up exhausted and captured." ”

"Then this formation really can't be broken?" Wang Lie asked.

"Of course not, the best way is to break the formation strongly, as long as you can knock all these five hundred people to the ground, you will naturally break the formation. Xiaoyaozi said.

"That's too hard, five hundred people standing still and I'll have to fight for a while. Wang Lie was speechless, five hundred people were beaten, how could they all be defeated.

"Haha, your second senior brother has studied the way of the formation, let him teach you well in the future. Xiaoyaozi laughed twice, although the Luohan stick formation is powerful, he still has a way to crack it, but Wang Lie's current martial arts knowledge is too little, so it is not suitable to tell him too much.

They were talking, there were five hundred monks who had already set up a formation and began to practice, only to see that the five hundred people did not have a single eyebrow stick, the sound of whirring and breaking the wind sounded, accompanied by the Buddha horn that sounded from time to time, the big array rotated, for Wang Lie, who had seen more people dancing in later generations, there was not much shock, and more attention was paid to his own mind, just as they moved, a familiar mechanical voice sounded in his mind: "Shaolin Arhat stick formation, Shaolin Temple town faction array!"