The ancient temple is full of turmoil, from noisy to tranquility. Just like a big tree that has experienced countless winds and rains for thousands of years, even if there is a strong wind, it can be passed. For monks who have not directly participated in the front line battles in the temple, this is exactly the same as the story of "someone hits the door → was beaten away again" in the past dynasties. In the end, it will only add another point to Shaolin's brilliant record, so that they can brag happily after going out: "Look, our Shaolin Temple is indeed a master of the martial arts world for a thousand-year-old sect. Come and subdue dragons, come and subdue tigers!"

But for monks who have really participated in this battle, their mood is completely different.

This time, no one died from beginning to end, but from the eighteen old bronze men to the eighteen dragon arhats, everyone was as wilted as eggplants caused by frost. With more and less, the right time and place, everyone was here - but in the end they were beaten down by a group of women!

Where does this make the old man's face go?!

Thinking about it now, I would rather lose to the Three Saints of Kunlun!

Don’t say that color is emptiness. If they really had that realm, they wouldn’t have been screaming for thousands of years and preventing women from entering the temple. There may be no men and women in the Buddha’s eyes, but there is a difference between men and women in the monks, but they just don’t think about it normally.

In addition, when it comes to the topic of "men and women", we have to mention the three wonders. This time, she can be regarded as "unending disaster".

After being curled up by Mrs. San Miao's voice skills, the young monks who were not well-known and lacked in character were a little dazed on the road. Many monks were sent to Shaolin Temple since childhood, and they did not know the world outside the walls and mountains, and had basically never seen women. When San Miao's master took action, it was like a big devil blocking the door of the novice village. Many young monks' souls were almost hooked away. They returned to the Zen room to recover while staring blankly. They didn't know what they were thinking, but the figure of "a female donor wearing a veil and wearing very little clothes" kept flashing in their minds, and they were so stupid that they were crazy.

The meditation skills of the next generation of Shaolin are worrying.

In addition to these people, the three monks who broke through the barrier also had their own problems.

The monk Xiao was broken and had not recovered for a long time.

The angry monk was slapped several times in the face, and was in a state of recession.

Monk Ku returned to the room and was lucky. His golden bell cover could not last a few times. The power of the thousand-pound pendant and the huge power of the dragon and elephant was really strong. No need to do it. As long as he was hit by two or three more kicks, he could only bow his head and admit defeat after being smashed to protect his body. He kept using his energy to heal his wounds, but it would take at least one week to recover completely.

Speaking of which, Shaolin has the highest cultivation level and the most complete combat power in the open, but the monk Jueyuan who has never cared about it. The young monks who know this are deeply incredible. This good old man who is usually dull and easy to bully is actually a hidden master? Well, it seems that you can't be too stupid in the future. It's better to be respectful in front of the young monk who has not even written a magic number in the original text of Zhang Junbao.

Of course, besides the experts on the surface, there are naturally hidden ones, and no one has ever made any moves to show off.

Not many, only one.

There is no more. In another world, the entire Peng Kingdom is vast and has a large population, and everyone practices martial arts. In the end, they stand out and are known to the world are just four innate and two heavenly kings. Even if Shaolin Temple is a Zen ancestral temple, even if there are countless magical secrets including top-level unique skills, it is incredible to have these masters.

Abbot Tianming came to a small courtyard and came to see this hidden master.

In the courtyard, an old monk was reading scriptures peacefully. Although many old monks have appeared recently, the old monk in front of him is particularly different. He is tall and thick eyebrows. When he was young, he must have been a domineering man with a mighty and powerful man. Now he doesn't know how old he is. At first glance, he looks endlessly. After careful examination, he found that sixty, seventy, or even more than one hundred are possible.

His waist was straight and there was no sign of hunching his back. Although his eyes were old and full, his skin seemed to have a slight luster, which was also a big factor in how difficult it was to distinguish his real age. But Tianming knew that the old monk in front of him was even older than everyone thought. Tianming was already about sixty years old, but when he was young and just entered Shaolin, the old monk in front of him was already an old monk.

More than fifty years have passed, and the old monk seems to have not changed at all. He is serious and peaceful, which makes Tianming, who is theoretically the supreme leader of Shaolin, dare not even be proud of his anger.

Tianming actually knew this old monk for a long time.

This time, Tianming came in a hurry, so he naturally had a lot of words to ask the old monk: "Zen Master, why didn't the Zen Master take action today?" In Tianming's opinion, if this old monk took action, there would be no one in the world who could stop him. If he was willing to come out of the mountain in the Huashan Sword Competition, it would not be that Wang Chongyang would be the leader. The Nine Yin Scriptures in the Huashan Sword Competition were contrary to Shaolin's path, so it would be fine if he didn't fight. But today, someone came to the door, why didn't he fight back?

The old monk did not put down the scriptures in his hand, but just asked lightly: "Why do you want to take action?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was old, and his peace was majestic. It was a kind of power accumulated by time, which made Tianming suffocate and could not speak any of the words he wanted to say: "This..."

The old monk put down the scriptures and looked at Tianming: "Does the abbot think that if I take action, I can relieve all my worries?"

He did not say "false", but "troubles", which made Tianming smile bitterly: "Troubles come from the heart, and unevenness of the heart means unevenness. I understand this principle. But today's matters, although the boy agreed to stay at the last moment, it was really dangerous. Putting countless great fortunes on the thought of a young child is really... it is really funny. Zen master, although martial arts cannot calm worries, he can balance his opponents."

"Hahahaha!" The old monk suddenly laughed when he heard this, shook his head while laughing, and said slowly after a while: "If I can't say that even if I can take action, I can't beat the opponent?"

"This--" Tian Ming was stunned. He had never thought about this possibility: "This is impossible!"

"Why is it impossible? Today there is a master. Although this person does not take action, he always locks the monk with his breath. If the monk does not take action, that person will not take action. If the monk wants to force himself, that person will not stand by. Although the monk has not met that person. But if he really fights, don't say who wins and who loses. The only thing that is destroyed is probably not just the roof of the Main Hall." The old monk only suppressed all the churning bells with a Buddhist name but did not show up, and was avoiding fighting with Wu Feng.

"This, how could this happen..." Tian Ming's eyes trembled. He carefully recalled what he saw today, but no matter how he thought about it, he did not recall a person with the basic characteristics of a super expert - "old".

Refining essence into qi. As Xiyu said, it requires step by step. How can you have super-level skills without time? As for Yang Qi's full power, he had already run away and didn't see it. After fighting with Wuse, he immediately ran here, so the abbot was not aware of many things.

"Could it be that there is still someone else invisible?"

The old monk shook his head and said slowly, "Abbot, don't be arrogant. Even if that person doesn't take action, the old monk is really unsure of defeating the women who took action."

This sentence really shocked Tianming completely. He was stunned: "Is that woman who uses Yin Gong really so profound?" It was because he saw San Miao that he ran away to help rescue soldiers.

"Not that. It's another." The old monk said: "You also know that among the four treasures of this temple, the Yijin Jing practice is externally trained muscles and bones, and the marrow washing meridians and meridians are internally trained. The Yijin Jing practice has reached its peak and can be practiced as a leakless true body (Note: The Yijin Jing in the golden book is an internal mental method, and here we refer to reality and make replacement changes). But for thousands of years, only a nameless monk who created the fortune of genitals hundreds of years ago spent sixty years practicing the Yijin Jing to achieve great success. But that woman, at a young age, has already cultivated into the leakless true body."

"The true body of the unleashed?!" Tianming felt the five thunders rushing to the top, as if a lightning bolt hit his big bald head. The true body of the unleashed, these four words are like myths and legends for the people in the martial arts who practice hard skills and outer skills.

He stuttered: "From the appearance, it is said that the true body of unleakage has infinite power, the body, hair and skin are all treasures, and the bones and blood are all transformed into relics. Even if you sit and pass away, your remains will not be corrupted for a hundred years... The Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique is also a magical skill for body refining. The genius Jin Wheel Dharma King has been practicing continuously, but in the end it is still a little short of it. She is a little girl, with the body of five leaks, how could this be... How is this possible!"

The true body of the unlearn is the legendary Arhat realm, and has moved closer to the myth from reality.

The old monk shook his head: "No matter how talented she is, no one who has no chance to cultivate. She has already had such a state at such a young age, and I am afraid she will have an incredible experience. She has top-level body refining techniques, infinite supplements, and lacks luck and opportunities, and can only achieve it. The so-called Buddha's fate is so deep. Don't look at her weak skills. If she talks about the strength of her body, it may be difficult to find rivals in the world. If she really has the intention of killing, thousands of troops will be unable to stop it. After all, I am old and weak. If I cannot win quickly, who will die in the end, it will be based on the will of heaven."

"This..." Tianming finally understood what kind of tough character he was when he came to the door to play the house today. No wonder the three masters who broke the barrier just now ran away with a look of bad luck and said nothing. They must have been beaten hard in the hands of the woman.

But where did these people come out?

He is also a super expert in the creation of the Industrial and Political Consultative Conference, and a woman who has cultivated her true body without leakage. How could such a scary team pop up without any news?

"Who are these women? Why did they come to my Songshan? What's the purpose? This..." Tianming didn't expect that these people were not for him at all, but they just happened to catch up with the incident. He felt that there were countless mysteries in his mind and his head was almost blown up.

"Don't think about Hu Si. The world is so great that it hides dragons and lies in the tiger. Who dares to say that you have seen all the mountains at a glance?" The old monk's light voice skills shook Tianming's mind: "Bring that boy."

"Yes." Tianming came to him, mainly for this matter. Whether the boy was sensible or not, the old monk in front of him could only look at it. The old monk saw through everything in advance, so he had to bow and leave.

After Tianming retreated, a hint of worry appeared on the old monk's face. He got up and walked into the courtyard, looking up at the sky. In the sky, a dark cloud surged from the north, as if it was about to rain.

"My life is about to end, and there is not much time left. I don't know if this storm is over." He raised his hand, but the old man grabbed a dark and inconspicuous "stone" in his dry hands. There was a little light on this thing that was suspected to be a stone, which was extremely weak. You can't see it without looking carefully.

The old monk with a deep spiritual cultivation seemed to feel something. He sighed slightly, "A thousand-year-old giant tree will eventually wither. This Zen ancestral temple lasted for thousands of years, but it was finally drooping twilight and could not bear this thing. Only the sunrise and the body of destiny could bear it, otherwise there would be disasters. It seems that this thing needs to be sent away from Shaolin as soon as possible and a disaster will be sent away."

He recalled what happened today and met these people at this critical moment. He thought it was not a coincidence, but some kind of cause and effect.

"Today there are two people who have a deep blessing, that boy is one, and Guo Jing's daughter is the second. But if it is said that the sun rises and the body of destiny..." The old monk pondered for a while, then looked at the dark clouds in the sky in the distance, as if he had made up some determination.

At the same time, in the distance, in the place where dark clouds were covered on the Henan Plain, flags were waving, and a group of people were rushing to the road. Although these people were wearing casual clothes, they were quick and orderly in action. They were not ordinary people at first glance. When residents along the way saw it, they were panicked and avoided, and they did not dare to vent, because these solemn people were as savage as the aura of the Mongolian soldiers.

The dark clouds invaded south, and the group of people also invaded south, as if they were leading the dark clouds to erode the earth.

Not long after, the mountains were far away. When the leader raised his hand, everyone stopped and stopped.

"Is this Songshan?" The leader was a strange man in a strange costume and unknown appearance. He asked his opponent with a hoarse voice: "Did the Han man named Guo figure it out. Is the Qilin aura indeed in Shaolin?"

"Mr. Guo said: Songshan is known as the Zhongyue, with five directions in the middle, and the location is in the same way. The Shaolin is the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism. The skill he practices is based on the essence of "bearing and unmoving", and it is also in line with the original meaning of "earth". Shaolin once had the achievements of thirteen-stick monks protecting the Tang King. They have been rewarded by the royal family throughout the dynasties and have been infiltrated for a long time. Moreover, after repeated calculations by Mr. Guo, the thing is now in Shaolin."

"Hmph, just right." The weird man said in a silence: "The world's martial arts are coming out of Shaolin? Humph! Now the Khan wants to rule the eight deserts, and everything is over to the Khan. How can a group of monks be respectful to support martial arts and violate the ban with martial arts? "He looked at a masked man beside him: "A battle tonight will be your letter of fame."

The masked man was covered with heads, all of whom were women. He was in a hot day, and the cold air appeared, which made his fellow travelers stay away involuntarily, and the horses he was riding kept trembling. The masked man's voice was extremely unpleasant, as if his vocal cords had been torn apart: "Although the subordinate is not afraid, Shaolin has its own strengths for thousands of years. If the subordinate is alone, it may delay major events."

"Of course you are not alone. I, the God of the Eternal Life, will be full of talents, and you will know at that time. However, the so-called reward for merit and practice, if you perform well enough, you can give you a big Chinese elixir you won. The Yi Jin Jing and the Marrow Cleansing Sutra are not something you can't read for you." The weird guy laughed: "Didn't you always want to be the head of Jingguan? It depends on your value."

When the masked man mentioned this, he immediately bowed his head: "Yes, subordinates - do their best."

Widths of green air radiated out from under the mask. It was spring, but the people nearby shivered, and their expressions were as terrifying as if they were blown into their necks by the gloomy wind on the grave.

Rumble, black clouds rolling, muffled thunder rolling, pounced on Songshan.

Return to the protagonist's perspective.

Down from Shaoshi Mountain, the group walked together, and came to Fengdeng County to spend a stay. There were enough people, and the entire inn was booked by them. There were countless people who should say and do. What should I do next? Every little girl needs the command of the superior. But no matter who asks for instructions, their leader is just: "Oh..." "Uh..." "Again..." "Add to discuss..."

Seeing the boss's abnormal behavior, the younger sisters didn't understand why, but they all knew the opportunity and stopped disturbing them. Maybe she had what she gained in Kung Fu? Or don't bother her. Everyone just had some understanding, so let's take some time to digest and absorb it first. Guo Xiang had a lot of words to say, but he was also pulled away by the younger sisters.

Only when Wu Zhengfeng came over and asked her, "What's wrong?", Yang Qi's eyes turned, her eyes focused, and she showed a little expression: "It's nothing, I'm just wondering... Have I seen that naughty child?"

"Naked child?" Wu Zhengfeng immediately understood, and she said with a funny look: "Have you ever been to Tibet?"

"No."

"Then how could you ever meet a Tibetan child?"

"I don't know, but I always feel that there is something familiar, but I can't remember it after something."

"Forget it, it seems that the time has not come, so don't force it. Besides, the young child is only staying in Shaolin for a few days. If you are really worried, you will know everything when he meets him and asks him when he is done? Okay, don't think too much, let's take a break first."

"Um... um?" Yang Qi suddenly raised her eyebrows in surprise, and then hugged Wu Zhengfeng's slim waist with a bad look: "Girl, your tone just now is really like a little wife. I said, do you want to marry me? I am so moved!"

"You will speak nonsense and not be ashamed."

Fighting and making noises, each resting. The sun sets and the moon rises, and everything is silent.

When the moon was in the middle of the sky, suddenly, Yang Qi sat up from the bed like a corpse, grabbed her hair with annoyance and went crazy silently: "Why——! Yu Mao just can't sleep! Yu Mao is so irritable! No, I can't wait for so long, today I have to go to the little hairy child to ask clearly!"

Half an hour later, Wu Zhengfeng suddenly woke up from his sleep. After a moment from sleeping to the situation, she immediately opened her eyes wide and looked at a dark corner of the room that looked deserted: "What's the matter?"

"Report to the Lord," In the corner, there was a petite figure who seemed to be integrated with the night. It was the girl who was the guide for Wu Zhengfeng on Qingcheng Mountain that day. She knelt on one knee and said, "I found that the Mongolian army nearby was being transferred, and the movements were strange, as if I were going to head here. I would be able to reach here after a day of touching."

"The army is allocated?" This is not a trivial matter. Wu Zhengfeng immediately stood up: "Have you reported to Yang Qi?"

"Never."

"Why?" Wu Zhengfeng frowned slightly: "Xing Qianhua, don't forget that you are a member of the world, and Yang Qi is your direct boss."

"Yes, my subordinates understand, but..." The girl handed out a note in distress: "This is found in the chieftain's room."

Wu Zhengfeng took it and looked at it. She could see clearly without candlelight. It was Yang Qi's unique writing font-

Wu Zhengfeng slapped his forehead: "This person..." (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

ps: e3 says that ff7 is about to be reset... As an uncle who came from the PS1 era, when I saw HD CG, my mood was like "this!!!". But after thinking about the integrity of the production company, it became like "this...". In short, all the uncles and aunts like me, let's stay calm first, be calm and see the momentum. Don't be like the "HD high-definition mosaic" that last time. The uncles and aunts don't have much childlike innocence, and they can't afford to hurt...
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