On the other side, Kong Wen and the three monks took Zhang Wuji into Shaolin Temple. Zhang Wuji walked along, but after entering the mountain gate, the temple was magnificent and vast. Going forward, the courtyard pavilions lined up everywhere, with no edges. They looked at the bricks and tiles and walls, and passed through countless Buddhist temples in the middle. Then, they looked at the cracks on the surface of some bricks and stones on the ground, and they didn't know how many people stepped on it. After many years and hard work, they made such a big temple. Along the way, they met many monks. These monks saw that the three extremely noble monks in the temple actually came in with a sickly and pale face and skinny face. They were all surprised, but they were not short of etiquette and all retreated to the side and bowed to the salute. The three monks nodded slightly to return the salute. If they wanted to return the salute one by one, they would have to be exhausted.

Zhang Wuji watched all these monks respectfully and politely walk in the temple, and he would gently walk down quietly. He never saw any monk occupying the center of the road, mostly walking slowly near the wall, and no one looked straight ahead with his head high, and one by one bowed his head and respectfully.

Zhang Wuji knew that Shaolin Temple was a major martial arts sect, but when he saw that his disciples did not stand up and swayed with their heads raised, he admired the strict rules of Shaolin Temple. He knew that in Wudang, there were many people who shouted, not to mention walking quietly. Because Zhang Sanfeng, the ancestor of the Wudang Sect, believed in Taoism and acted casually, he was sloppy and casual, let alone disciples.

I passed by many halls along the way, and saw many monks chanting scriptures and meditating. I didn’t care about anyone outside. I also saw a group of young monks practicing boxing with their naked arms in the pavilion courtyard. Under the scorching sun, sweat was wet, and there were also a group of lay disciples watching. They looked like that and would come on stage later.

The air was filled with the smell of sandalwood. The three great monks guided them all the way, but entered a remote courtyard. The courtyard was secluded and elegant. It must have been their usual place of cultivation. When they arrived here, all the disciples retreated. Only the three great monks took Zhang Wuji away.

Kongzhi took Zhang Wuji into an empty bed in the Zen room and heard this and said, "The little donor has come all the way. I guess he is tired, so let's take a rest first."

Zhang Wuji hadn't said anything yet. Monk Kongzhi brushed his sleeve and brushed Zhang Wuji's sleeping hole. He was a master of martial arts. He pointed and closed the acupoints and brushed the acupoints in the martial arts world. Even a first-class expert could not stand his sleeve. Wuji fell down and fell into a deep sleep.

Ming was Kongzhi. Cheng Kun learned the method of moving the meridians and changing the meridians passed down by the ancient tomb family. It was once passed on to his beloved disciple, Xie Xun, who later turned his enemies, and Xie Xun passed it on to Zhang Wuji. Therefore, Zhang Wuji naturally developed resistance in his body. Although this skill was shallow, his sleeping acupoint was not actually reduced by Kongzhi. He woke up after a moment.

He was lit by Hebiweng on Wudang Mountain that day. When he saw Zhang Cuishan commit suicide, he could still call out the word "Dad". This is the reason.

Zhang Wuji always felt something was strange. So when he woke up, he pretended to be asleep, and he listened to the clear voices of the three great monks in his ears.

Kongxing said: "Two senior brothers, we have not practiced the Shaolin Nine Yang Gong, so we can only let the Yuanzhen Passing Master."

Kong Wen said with a eyebrows: "This Yuanzhen has a strange temperament. If he refuses, then this effort will be in vain. We can't take Zhang Zhenren's Tai Chi Thirteen Styles and Wudang Nine Yang Gong."

Kong Zhi said: "You don't have to do many things. I will use my senior brother's abbot to pass on his decree. I don't dare to obey him. Well, say something disrespectful. Senior brother is too kind and kind. I don't know what Yuanzhen is from, so I took the disciples of the closed door to pass on the Nine Yang Gong. We, the junior brother, don't know many things, it's really...ah!"

Kong Wen said: "No need to say much. Senior brother has great wisdom and great power, and is not comparable to you and me. What he does must mean. Well, if you don't go straight, you will pass on the decree with my tin staff, and see what Yuanzhen said."

Wuji was both angry and funny when he heard it: I said why did the three old men dare not agree to my Master? It turns out that they don’t know how to Shaolin Jiuyang Gong. Well, this Yuanzhen may not be able to do it. If he teaches me the incomplete technique, I have to tell Master that the thirteen Tai Chi styles will be at most two or three moves.

But he didn't know that the senior brothers mentioned by the three monks meant Moonjian. If he still remembered the story that Xie Xun told, he would probably have the same person as Yuanzhen and Cheng Kun, but he, a child, did not have that much knowledge. He, a child, did math problems in his mind, should he give three moves? Or should he give five moves suitable? Forget it, give them four moves in the middle, then it would be cheaper for them.

After a while, Kongzhi came in, followed by a 24 or 25-year-old lay disciple in Qingyi. The man entered the room and kowtowed and knelt down and said, "Report to the abbot, my master said that he has never seen outsiders since he converted to my Buddha, and he has never seen anyone else, but the abbot dared not to obey the order. He asked me to take him to the little donor and teach him across the tent."

Kong Wen nodded over there, Kong Zhi "awakened" Zhang Wuji with one sleeve, and Zhang Wuji also pretended to "wake up". The old monk Kongxing told him: You follow this disciple in the green, and someone will tell you that you are the Nine Yang Master of Shaolin.

Zhang Wuji nodded and said yes. He was really curious about this monk Yuanzhen. The characters who could make the three old men feel troubled must be interesting.

Before Master Jueyuan passed away, he was unintentionally preaching scriptures in the desert at night, and recited the Nine Yang True Sutras in his mouth. At that time, there were three people who heard it. Zhang Sanfeng later used it as a fundamental understanding of the Nine Yang Gong of Wudang. Guo Li's family's profound and extensive knowledge was mixed with the rest of the martial arts. Zen Master Wuse's cultivation level was the highest to understand the Nine Yang Gong of Shaolin.

Zen Master Wuse realized that the divine yang master was profound and profound, but there were only few descendants, and he could only ensure that he would not be lost.

It turns out that the essence of the Shaolin Nine Yang Gong is the Nine Yang scriptures that Jueyuan practiced. Shaolin Temple has 72 unique skills, and it is indeed not bad for this martial arts. Since Shaolin Nine Yang Gong is a broken book, it may not be able to avoid other martial arts. In addition, Jueyuan is recognized as a Shaolin abandoned disciple. The Shaolin abandoned disciples learned, and both monks and lay people all think that their reputation is not very good, and their reputation is not right. It is not very powerful, so why bother to learn it?

Therefore, the colorless single meridian was passed on to the disciples. When Kongjian's generation, Kongjian had many disciples and no one was willing to learn this martial art, but in the end it was passed on to Yuanzhen.

Yuanzhen is Cheng Kun, the uncle of Yang Xueyi of the ancient tomb sect. He was a conspirator. He relied on the three monks of Duowei, Duowei, and passed the tribulation, and passed the sect of Kuangjian. In the end, he also killed Kongjian's life.

He often travels around the world and does things that are shameful. Therefore, in Shaolin Temple, he is like a saint. He is not concerned about the common things, and is idle. Except for the three great monks, the rest ignore them and pretend to be a strange character.

Originally, every year, the temple had to compete in martial arts in a reed crossing the river with one reed every year, and used it to learn about martial arts. The three great monks evaluated their highs and lows, but Yuanzhen always got sick on the ground and was bedridden.

Therefore, in the past ten years, no one has seen Yuanzhen's skills. However, the three gods of the gods mentioned slightly after hearing his senior brother Kongjian. They said that Yuanzhen was a well-known figure before becoming a monk, and he was very skilled, so he was only worthy of being a master in Yuanzhen Buddhism, etc.

Zhang Wuji followed the Qingyi Little Family disciple and went out. He found that the road was getting more and more remote and more desolate. At the end, he actually left the backyard of Shaolin Temple and headed straight for a dry peak. Zhang Wuji was surprised and couldn't help but ask: "Brother, where are we going?"

The lay young man said politely: "Little donor, my master cannot go out of seclusion, so he cannot go down the mountain to teach you martial arts. There is a cave of thoughts on this mountain, where he can pass on your kung fu."

Zhang Wuji immediately became respectful to Yuan Zhen, thinking that this was the style of a high monk, and I don’t know how much better than the three great monks.

He asked casually: "Brother, my name is Zhang Wuji, where is your name?"

The lay boy turned around and smiled. Zhang Wuji saw that he was handsome and handsome, and felt ashamed. The boy opened his mouth, but his teeth were neat and white, and smiled and said, "I call him Chen Youliang." "Oh, it's Brother Chen." Zhang Wuji nodded, and couldn't find the topic, so he walked forward silently.

After walking for a while, Chen Youliang turned his head and looked at Zhang Wuji carefully, and couldn't help asking: "Is there a second person called Zhang Wuji in Wudang Mountain?"

Zhang Wuji was stunned and said, "It seems that I am the only one."

Chen Youliang nodded, stopped talking, and accelerated his feet. He walked through a narrow path. He turned around and saw a steep peak. There was a cave on the hillside. After walking in, Zhang Wuji followed in, but saw a thick stone wall in front of him, which cut the entire cave into two halves, and there was a very narrow gap on the left.

Chen Youliang whispered to him: "You wait for me for a while, I'll go in and report it."

Zhang Wuji nodded and said yes, then watched Chen Youliang reach the crack in the stone wall, inhale and hear the crackling sound of a burst of beans in his bones. His body gradually shrank and he actually penetrated into the stone wall.

Zhang Wuji looked at it enviously and thought to himself: "This kind of kung fu is more beautiful than Gao Qiang, but I don't know which one is better than Gao Qiang?"

After avoiding for a while, he saw that dark hair first appeared in the gap, then his head, arms, shoulders, waist and hips finally came out. Chen Youliang came out again and whispered: "Listen to my master, I'll step back first."

Zhang Wuji nodded and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Chen."

Chen Youliang retreated. After a while, there was no sound in the cave. Zhang Wuji felt scared. At this moment, he heard a very soft voice in his ear and said, "Don't be afraid, kid."

Zhang Wuji heard the voice soft and kind, warm and warm, and was really comfortable. He was really not afraid of his body and mind. He looked around and saw that there was no one around. He was a Wudang disciple and knew that this master was talking behind the thick stone wall, but he was so calm and clear that he could hear it. He obviously had profound skills and respected him more at the moment.

The voice continued: "Old Na was originally in seclusion and did not see outsiders, but just now my friend told me all your situation. I know you are a member of Wudang, and your master also took great pains to save you. Well, Buddhism says that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I can't sit still and watch, but I can't meet you because of the Qing Dynasty's practice of precepts. We don't meet each other. I don't know who you are, you don't know who I am, but you have a fate to interact with you."

When Zhang Wuji heard the monk's words, he was even more impressed: I know you are Yuanzhen, but you don't know I am Zhang Wuji, but your disciple knows that you must not ask for rewards from others and will not be bored to ask. There are only you, the real monk at Shaolin Temple. As for the three great monks, they are all bullshit.

But he said, "Thank you for helping you."

The voice continued, "I heard that Zhenren Zhang used the thirteenth Tai Chi style of Yuwu to exchange texts with the abbot's uncle. Well, the abbot's uncle's aura was a little less powerful. Without saying much, there is a cushion underground. You sit down, I will pass on you to the twelve twelve stances of Shaolin Jiuyang Gong."

Zhang Wuji said: "The kindness of the master will be unforgettable for the rest of your life."

The voice seemed to laugh twice, and then continued, "Listen, stand upright, bow your hands to your chest, calm your energy and mind, and show respect for your appearance. This is the first move, called Wei Tuo's offer pestle, you remember it. The toes are pyramids, your hands are flat, your mind is calm, and your eyes are stunned. This is the second move, called the horizontal devil subduing pestle."

The sound became faster and faster, but it kept silence. The third style of the palm rested on the sky gate, the fourth style of the star picking and changing to the fight, and the fifth style of the nine ox tail inverted upside down.

Zhang Wuji secretly called himself a stranger, thinking that this man's teaching skills was a bit similar to his adoptive father Xie Xun. He just kept saying the instructions but never explained them.

The voice continued: "Stand up and look at the moon, push the window and look at the moon. After traversing the mountains and seas, wander with the breath. This is the sixth style of the claws and wings."

Finally, I kept talking about the twelfth style and shook my head. The voice suddenly stopped and slowly said, "The world is invincible... but this skill has been passed down. I wonder how much the little donor has remembered?"

Zhang Wuji felt that passing the skills so quickly seemed to make things difficult for him, but he followed Xie Xun since he was a child. At that time, the sword scores of the fist scriptures on the back were more complicated. At that time, he was slapped by a word. In the end, he developed the ability to keep the ears in his ears. Therefore, although the monk Yuanzhen passed the skills quickly, he kept them in his heart as soon as possible.

He thought this monk was a senior master, and perhaps had other profound meanings. He immediately replied respectfully: "I will remember all the things in my heart."

The sound was speechless after a while. After a while, I said, "Children, well, I heard from you that you are suffering from cold poison. Come here, I'll see your symptoms."

Zhang Wuji was stunned. He walked to the gap in the wall, competed and said dejectedly: "Master, but I don't have the ability. I can't get into your wall."

It turned out that although he was ten years younger than Chen Youliang, he had not learned the bone shrinkage skills, but could not penetrate the narrow gap.

The voice said softly, "But come, kid, go to the center of the wall."

Zhang Wuji walked forward and saw a crack suddenly appearing on the wall. Then one palm passed through, but saw dust on his palm. It was obvious that the monk used his internal force to urge his palm to pass through the wall. Then he looked at the edge of the hole, which was smooth and neat, and there was no trace of edges and ash. He admired the monk's profound skills in his heart.

The voice continued, "Put your palm up."
Chapter completed!