If he had freedom, Zhang Hu'en of course asked to enter the Sutra Pavilion, but he was not free. In the struggle between the Kong and Xuan generations, he was finally snatched back to the Arhat Hall by Xuan Ku. On the second day after he was snatched to the Arhat Hall, the Mu Nai boy was also assigned to come in. It is said that they are now the top two stars in Shaolin. The Mu Nai boy obtained a Dharma name of the Heart, the Heart and the Heart Sense of the Two Monks have become the benchmark among the latest monks in Shaolin.

Their Zen Room was quickly assigned, and Master Fang Zheng forced the two to arrange them on the side of the abbot's room. Since you can't grab people, I still have the right to arrange accommodation.

I saw that guy looked dull, but he was actually a martial arts tycoon. He practiced martial arts hard since he entered the Arhat Hall. Relatively speaking, Zhang Hu'en was a little excited. However, in order to deceive the entire entertainment group, he also pretended to be very hard. However, when he practiced with his heart, he would always borrow Buddhist scriptures from Master Fang Zheng to study Buddhism and increase his Buddhist cultivation. Master Fang Zheng was very pleased with his interest in Buddhism. The martial arts monks may not be as good as those of the monks, but his status was much higher than that of the monks. Moreover, the more he studied Buddhism, the stronger his mind was, which would be of great help and improvement to his subsequent martial arts cultivation.

On the fifth day, as the scientific examination was getting closer, Xuan Ku's requirements for Zhang Hu'en became stricter. Although he was disrespectful to the Buddha, Xuan Ku still said to him with sincerity:

"Buddhism is of course important, but you cannot abandon martial arts. You must know that the world is changing with the times. If you do not have the art of establishing a life, how can you maintain your foundation in the school?"

Zhang Hu'en put down the "Lingyan Sutra" in his hand. He had already analyzed the Nine Yang Divine Arts in it by 67%. He walked to the test stele of the Arhat Hall, which was printed with the palm prints of the great monks and masters. Only when the powerful Vajra Palm could it be considered a small success. Zhang Hu'en proclaimed the Buddha's name, and all the Yijin Sutra in his body was mobilized, and he slapped the test stele with three success forces. The loud noise made the monks practicing martial arts in the Arhat Hall stop and watch. Everyone watched Zhang Hu'en slowly pulled out his right hand. A five-inch deep palm print was printed on the test stele. Zhang Hu'en returned to the cushion in the surprised eyes of everyone, and continued to open the Shu'an Sutra to analyze the Nine Yang Divine Arts.

Xuan Ku compared the difference between himself and his palm seal, and found that it was only half an inch away, so he quickly sighed:

"This is a genius!"

Standing in the crowd, the heart frowned, and stood up all the monks and walked to the test stone. They slapped it with all their strength. After the stone powder flew over, a four-inch palm print was printed next to Zhang Hu'en's palm print. The monks exclaimed again. Only three people in the Luohan Hall had practiced the powerful Vajra Palm. Now with the heart evidence, there were five people.

"Heart-seeing..."

Xuan Ku wanted to say something to him, but when he saw Xin Jian turned around and glared at Zhang Hu'en who was still reading books, he walked to a corner of the Luohan Hall without looking back and continued to practice the Yijin Sutra. Xuan Ku sighed and said:

"Why do you have to divide this into a different way?"

From then on, as long as Zhang Hu'en finished his homework on time, Xuan Ku kept silent and allowed him to read Buddhist scriptures anytime and anywhere. Sometimes Xuan Ku also felt that Zhang Hu'en's approach was right. Although Shaolin was in a whirlpool, the monks did not give up their roots and ends because of the end. It was just that people were in the world and could not help themselves!

There is still one week before the scientific test, Shaolin sent down the sect tasks in advance like other sects. In order to improve the entertainment of the movie and increase the ways to improve the strength of the actors, some novice tasks were released based on online games. However, most of them were tasks such as eliminating robbers, killing bandits, and capturing flower-picking thieves. As for beating cats, dogs, and jackals, this is not a real online game. The entire entertainment group directly deleted these outrageous tasks.

In order to improve its strength as soon as possible, there has been a new wave of monster-killing craze among Shaolin monks. Master Fang Zheng sat in the Main Hall every day to issue tasks and receive task completion information. He has become a sect NPC character. Every time he sends a task, Master Fang Zheng shook his head once and chants Amitabha Buddha. Isn’t this just augmenting the murder?

But the system is determined so that you can't let Shaolin monk keep your body alone and gain experience by practicing day and night, right? So from morning to night, people traveled around, going up the mountain to fight monsters, and going down the mountain to eliminate demons, only Zhang Hu'en sat in the Arhat Hall, studying the Buddhist scriptures piled up in front of him without moving.

When his proficiency reached the 3,000 point mark, the Yijin Jing jumped to a level, and reached the realm of integration. The efficiency of his mind power converted into internal power was increased to 33%. According to the current ratio of internal power, he had crossed several levels and entered the realm of martial arts school. This stimulation made Zhang Hu'en study the Buddhist scriptures more diligently, and Xuan Ku was rumoring in his ears all day long:

"Although Buddhist cultivation is crucial, practical experience is equally important. Why don't you take a task here for your master and go to the back mountain to eliminate the robbers who occupy the mountain and become the king?"

After reciting this for three days, Zhang Hu'en refused and refused again and refused again. Until his ears were almost calloused, he took on the task on the morning of the fourth day, clasped the Lotus Sutra while walking and reading it, heading towards the path behind the mountain. On the mountain road, Zhang Hu'en only cared about reciting the Lotus Sutra loudly. The brothers and brothers who came and went were all quitting the knife and dripping blood, monk sticks were stained with skin, and the robes were red. The brothers and brothers who came out of the mountain of blood looked at the monk who was dressed in bright clothes and not covered with dust and said:

"This man's brain is broken. He holds this Buddhist scripture up the mountain without a weapon. Wouldn't he be sent to death?"

Zhang Hu'en was completely unaware of the external objects. He recited the Lotus Sutra and came to the pass at the mountainside. Seeing the heads in front of him, a large group of Shaolin monks were fighting with the robbers in black, killing them so hard that they cried and cried. However, the brothers of these brothers were very smart. They did not rush into the pass to fight with the robbers, but they only guarded the plains in front of the pass and lured the robbers out to surround and kill them. No one thought about why there were so many robbers in the back mountain, as if they could not finish the battle and could not kill them all. No one would think about how to attack Huanglong, kill into the mountain village, and destroy the master of the mountain village.

The task given by the abbot is very simple. Defeat 30 robbers in one round. If you fight 30 robbers, you can return to the Main Hall to hand in the task. The certificate is the wooden sign on the robbers. After handing over the task, you can get a certain amount of internal force from the monks. It has to be said that all sects and sects are investing heavily, and they are constantly using the internal force of the mainstay inside the sect as the guide to forcibly improve the skills of their disciples.

How can such a great thing not make people jealous? Even seeing that such a martial arts fanatic has joined the team of harvesting robbers, Zhang Hu'en sat cross-legged on a pile of rocks outside the pass, continuing to recite the Lotus Sutra, and glanced at the monks fighting in the field. Their overall level was similar to that of robbers, but because there were many people, a robber often had to face more than a dozen monks. The robbers were also stupid. When they found that the monk roared, they rushed over and did not call their friends. They rushed into the group of monks alone, and were immediately chopped down by more than a dozen weapons. Then the monks came forward one by one to touch the corpse, picked wooden signs, and when they had enough wooden signs, they went down the mountain to hand in the task. It was easy to repeat this repeatedly.

I saw that he was one of the most ferocious monks in the field. His powerful Vajra palm danced with great strength. He avoided the robber's knife and did not need anyone to help. He turned around and slashed the robber's head with his back hand. He immediately drew bright red with one hand. He grabbed the robber's wooden sign with his left hand and hung it around his waist. Looking around, he had already hung two circles of wooden signs on his waist. As his body swayed, the sound of wooden signs colliding with each other. It seemed that he had planned to efficiently and highly rewarded, and was preparing to get a few tasks together to hand them together.

It was not until the afternoon that Zhang Hu'en was still chanting scriptures there. He felt tired and mixed up the brand below. He couldn't even get on the back. He was ready to go down the mountain to hand in the task. Among the group of jealous brothers, someone shouted:

"Senior Brother, you don't think it's too heavy to have so many robbers. Otherwise, you can give us some and kill hundreds or eighty more. Anyway, these robbers are not easy to capture for Senior Brother."

Seeing that he stared at them and seeing his brothers surrounding him, he was very stunning to have a show without giving him a sign. Zhang Hu'en put away the Lotus Sutra and looked at the monks who were preparing to grab the sign in the venue. He felt funny and said:

"You are so smart, but I don't know what you have to exchange for Junior Brother Xinjian?"

"Ha, why are you, the monk, shouting randomly? Believe it or not, let you go down the mountain today?"

These gangsters wearing monk's robes didn't take the two seriously at all. Just when they were about to start robbing, a roar came from the top of the mountain:

"You bald donkeys are too much, and no one of you can leave today."

The pass of the village suddenly opened wide, and a group of robbers holding steel knives rushed out. When the monks saw that they were killing each other on a large scale, they wanted to resist, but they saw the robbers who were leading the army suddenly pulled out their crossbows and shot at the monks in the front row. They immediately lay down a dozen. Now the monks were all panicked and screamed and retreated towards the mountain road. Several people who ran too fast actually rolled towards the mountain, and a miserable "Ah~" sound came. Then they ended with "bang!"

Seeing that the robbers were in great power, it was not convenient to stay for a long time. He looked at Zhang Hu'en who was standing on the pile of rocks and retreated to the bottom of the mountain with the crowd. Zhang Hu'en looked at the black bandits in the field and surrounded him, shouting "Amitabha". The man fell into the field like a big bird, and his palms flew over. The powerful Vajra palm actually brought out a gust of palm wind, sweeping and dying, and then dying. He immediately slapped the eighteen robbers around him to death.

The monk's clothes were floating around in the field, and the tall and strong bald head was not close to him at all. A big man who was obviously taller than other robbers and holding a steel gun in his hand rushed out of the village gate. He shot him and stabbed Zhang Hu'en in the chest. Zhang Hu'en clasped his palms together and took the gun head. The robber couldn't make any progress and shouted:

"Bald donkey, how dare you hurt my brother, let's go together!"

Seeing Zhang Hu'en being accused of both hands, the robbers around him surged up again. Zhang Hu'en snatched the steel gun with one hand and pulled the robber leader over, slapped the robber leader on the forehead with a palm. The thick Vajra palm power slapped the robber leader into a pool of mud from beginning to end. When the robbers besieged Zhang Hu'en saw that the leader was dead, they exclaimed, "Is it a piercing hand, the wind is tight!" They immediately retreated to the village gate, and the village gate was pulled down and closed. Zhang Hu'en kicked the robber leader who was so thoroughly killed, shouted Amitabha Buddha, and turned around and walked down the mountain without touching the body. (To be continued)

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