Anji was sick, came very suddenly, although there were monks in Shaolin Temple who understood medicine and treated him with herbal medicine, but Anji knew that his time was short, and said to Cen Fenghan: "Feng Han, I'm afraid I can't do it, no one can avoid birth, old age, sickness and death, Feng Han, you are an alternative character in the Shaolin Temple Warrior Temple, Shaolin Temple is too small, can't fit you, sooner or later you have to leave." But you are born at the wrong time, and when you go out, you will definitely have a bad fate, ups and downs. Wind cold, listen to me, people, sometimes you have to accept fate, sometimes you have to believe in fate, but most of the time you have to fight against fate, because fate is in your own hands, you, understand?"

Cen Fenghan nodded: "Master, I have written down your words, I want to go down the mountain and go to Huaiqing to retrieve the 'Four Great Medicines' for you to save your life." ”

Anji shook his head: "No need, I know my body, now it's useless even the elixir, come here, I have a secret word to explain to you, you are like this, you will succeed." ”

Cen Fenghan knelt down and kowtowed several times, and Anji turned his face away from him.

A few days later, Master Anji died, Cen Fenghan cried very sadly, and sent his mentor away, Cen Fenghan thought that the time had come and was ready to do it.

The armory of the temple is not very strictly guarded, and for many years there has been a calm and calm here, and there has never been a monk who dares to come here to steal weapons, so the warrior monks who guard the armory are basically asleep at night, and today they are destined to pay the price for their negligence.

Tonight is a sunny day with a bright moon hanging high, the second half of the night Shaolin Temple has been silent, except for the patrolling monks, almost all of them are immersed in sleep, only one person did not sleep, Cen Fenghan packed his useful things into a small package and carried it on his back, picked up a mountain stick and quietly walked out, avoiding the patrolling monks. When I came to the armory, it was quiet, and there was no one guarding it.

Cen Fenghan smiled slightly, came to the gate, and quietly took out a key from his coat pocket, which was handed to him by Master Anji before he died, as for how it came, Cen Fenghan didn't know. Insert the key into the lock hole and twist it slightly, the door is opened, and you can slowly touch it in. There were people in the small room of the armory, who were sleeping soundly, Cen Fenghan stepped forward to point a point, and he didn't want to wake up in a few hours.

Cen Fenghan said apologetically, "I'm sorry." "I continued to feel inside, turned a corner, and suddenly there was a light in front of me, it was a cold, eerie dark light, flashing every once in a while. There seemed to be an invisible pressure rushing to his face, making Cen Feng's chest tight, and then a "buzzing" sound sounded, pouring into his ears and causing a faint pain in his eardrums. I also felt a slight swing of qi and blood in my chest. It took a few deep breaths before slowly calming down.

The dark light gradually brightened, so Cen Fenghan saw a jet-black stick placed on a table, less than two meters long, and the thickness of a small wine cup. As he got closer, the whole body of this artifact exuded a long cold light, and the whole body was smooth and delicate. As Cen Fenghan approached, the cold light became brighter and brighter. Looking closely, Cen Fenghan found that there were a few more marks on the stick, which seemed to be damaged by scratches, or it was born like this, which looked very weird.

But the strangest thing is not these, but Cen Fenghan can vaguely feel that there is a violent aura on this stick, which is murderous and domineering, and the stick seems to be conscious, calling for something. Cen Fenghan's hand just stretched out, his eyes suddenly lit up, a golden light appeared in front of his eyes, and then, an ascetic monk stood barefoot on the reef, looking at him with bright eyes, that was the image of the Bodhidharma Patriarch, Cen Fenghan's legs knelt down softly, kowtowed desperately, and the golden light suddenly disappeared. A qiē by re-entering the darkness.

The "Qianyuan stick" was automatically suspended, Cen Fenghan stretched out his hand to grab it, and the stick entered his palm, heavy, full of 100 catties, there was a cordial feeling in his hand, dancing gently, the "Qianyuan stick" made a whirring sound, threw a few postures, the stick swept out, and with a "bang", it collided with the weapon next to it, and broke a big knife at the waist, Cen Fenghan was also startled.

At this moment, the sky was already bright, Cen Fenghan secretly screamed that it was not good, why did he forget the time, hurriedly ran out, walked to the door and was stunned, the door of the armory has been surrounded by people, hundreds of monks and all the monks of the temple are there, there is the master Zhou Zhi'an, the abbot Zhixian and the guardian of the Shaolin Temple, one by one staring at him, Cen Fenghan stopped.

Abbot Zhixian said angrily: "Since the establishment of our Shaolin Temple, no one has ever broken into the armory to steal weapons, you are the first, you have already violated the precepts, why don't you kneel down quickly, let alone when." ”

Cen Fenghan smiled slightly and said, "Abbot, I didn't steal it, I just came to get something that belongs to me, and it is not a violation of the precepts." ”

"Evil barrier, the 'Qianyuan Stick' in your hand is the treasure of the Martial Monk's Academy, do you dare to say that it is your own thing?"

Cen Fenghan replied: "It is now in my hands, of course it belongs to me, let me ask, who of all the monks of Shaolin Temple can control it? I have a fate with it, of course it listens to me, what do you say?"

Abbot Jihyun couldn't answer for a while.

At this time, Zhou Zhi'an spoke: "Feng Han, I know that you are confused for a while and have made such a big mistake, but as long as you put the 'Qianyuan stick' in its place, I will apologize to the abbot, how about not blaming the past." ”

Cen Fenghan shook his head.

A supervisor shouted: "Cen Fenghan, don't toast and don't eat and drink, you have been surrounded by us, can you get out? If you are captured alive by us, you know the end." ”

Cen Fenghan said: "I have long heard that there are eighteen bronze formations in Shaolin Temple, but unfortunately I have never seen them, Shaolin disciples can go down the mountain if they succeed in breaking into the formation, abbot, forgive the disciple Cen Fenghan is unreasonable, I want to give it a try, don't say anything about the bronze formation, you gather all the warrior monks in the temple and line up in a formation, I will try to break through, if you succeed, you will let me go, and if you fail, I am willing to be punished, how about it?"

Abbot Zhixian said: "So you have to fight the Shaolin Temple." ”

Cen Fenghan nodded and replied: "How do you know if you don't try, I have been in Shaolin Temple for fifteen years, and I have achieved martial arts under the careful guidance of my masters, and I have also been on the battlefield to kill the enemy. It's a joke to say it. There are more than 100 warrior monks in the Warrior Monastery, there are my mentors, there are my friends, and of course there are people who hate me. If I die under your stick if Cen Fenghan's martial arts are not good, please notify my family to collect the body. ”

Abbot Zhixian sighed softly and said, "Wind cold, does it have to be like this?"

Cen Fenghan said: "This is the rule of Shaolin Temple, the rules cannot be broken, I must take away the 'Qianyuan stick', it is very important to me." ”

Abbot Zhixian nodded and said: "Maybe what you said is reasonable, the 'Qianyuan stick' shone last night, indicating that its new owner has appeared, and when the Bodhidharma patriarch passed away, he also left his last words, 'Qianyuan stick' has a master, don't force it to stay." But if you want to take this artifact, you must also have real skills, otherwise, it will be troublesome if it falls into the hands of thieves. ”

Cen Fenghan said, "Thank you, abbot, can you start?" ”

Abbot Jihyun nodded.

Zhou Zhi'an ordered all the warrior monks of the martial monks to quickly set up a formation, and a group of two formed a long snake formation, that is to say, Cen Fenghan wanted to break the Shaolin stick formation of the fifty pairs of warrior monks, the Shaolin stick method is all-encompassing, and there are dozens of kinds, including ape stick method, Qimei stick method, Zhenshan stick method, Panlong stick method, Liuhe stick method, wind wave stick method, splitting mountain stick method, mace stick method, three-section stick method, Xiaozi stick method, small plum blossom stick method, eight treasures mixed yuan stick method, Yasha stick method, Shangsha card stick method, Zhongsha card stick method, Xiasha card stick method, five tigers and sheep stick method and so on.

In addition, the hundred or so warrior monks of the Warrior Monastery have their own strengths, and they are angry with Cen Fenghan's arrogance, what, Cen Fenghan's words clearly reveal contempt and disrespect for their martial arts, you kid has only studied in the Shaolin Temple Warrior Monastery for fifteen years, and there are people who have been longer than you, is it great. They all stared at Cen Fenghan fiercely.

The package on Cen Fenghan's face was not unloaded, and he raised the "Qianyuan Stick" and shook it in the wind, and the "Qianyuan Stick" made a "whirring" sound, which was definitely the sound of death, with an eerie cold, as Cen Fenghan rushed over, it was impossible to say that he struck first, and broke through the first line of defense in a blink of an eye, and the two warrior monks in front only felt that the black light danced in front of them, and the stick in his hand was smashed open, and people couldn't hold back their feet and retreated to both sides.

repelled seven or eight groups of people in a row, and Cen Fenghan also suffered several sticks, but it was not enough to hurt him, and the "Qianyuan stick" was unreasonable, if it weren't for Cen Fenghan's mercy, it would have been a river of blood.

Looking at the dozen or so warrior monks who fought with him head-on, it was a bit miserable, not to mention that seven or eight sticks were broken, some were hit in the leg and squatted on the ground and couldn't get up, some had injured their arms and jumped out of the circle, and some were hit in the chest by the "Qianyuan stick", and their whole bodies were cold. The warrior monk who was able to retreat with his whole body did not dare to rush forward.

Zhou Zhi'an's face was flushed, so many people couldn't beat a little broken child, this face was lost, I thought that Cen Fenghan was just being strong, and he would naturally accept it if he threatened him a little, but I didn't expect the kid to know what to do, kick his nose in the face, then you're welcome, do you think that with the "Qianyuan stick" in your hand, you are invincible in the world, you are facing the warrior monks of the Shaolin Warrior Monastery, (to be continued......)