"Hiccup~!"

"Abbot! Abbot!"

"Don't scare me!"

When he came to the corner where he had been peeping every day, the old abbot, whose expression remained unchanged, suddenly twitched and fell back. Fortunately, Monk Chunzhen had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he did not throw himself into the street.

"Abbott! Wake up! You can't die! Shaolin can't live without you!"

"roll!"

The old abbot was shaken so dizzy that he finally managed to make a sound and pushed Monk Chunzhen away.

Without support, he plopped down on the ground.

"Ouch~ My old bones..."

"Abbott!"

Monk Chunzhen ran back and squatted beside him, but did not dare to help him.

The old abbot tremblingly touched his buttocks and glared angrily: "I have fallen like this and you still don't help me! You unworthy villain!"

"You didn't let me help you..."

Monk Chunzhen helped the old monk up with an aggrieved look on his face.

The old monk was tremblingly rubbing his buttocks while looking out of the temple through the crack in the door. His eyes were straight and his face was red as if he was drunk.

"Wisdom is clear, the realm of sound-hearing..."

"How can it be……"

"It doesn't make sense..."

He talked to himself for a while, and his voice trembled.

Monk Chun Zhen next to him was full of disdain: "Are you talking about me? Where has your own practice gone?"

"I said Abbot, I asked you to come here to see my junior brother and the others. This guy doesn't know what kind of magic he used to confuse the junior brother and the others. We don't have many disciples in Shaolin to begin with. No matter how little you care about, just these few will be enough."

I'm going to be seduced away."

"Evil traitor!"

The old monk gave a violent shudder and said: "If you are not knowledgeable and have no skills, where have you learned all the things I teach you in daily life?"

"Hmph! Go quickly and summon the elders in the temple to the head of each house. I am going to succumb to the devil today!"

"..."

"What? Go quickly!"

"Abbott, although I don't know what kind of demon you want to succumb to, but...where is the chief elder in our temple? The disciples are all at the door..."

"..."

The old monk's expression froze and he glared angrily: "Nonsense! Don't you have two grand uncles?"

"Abbott, these two Grand Masters are almost three hundred years old together and have almost lost all their teeth. Please don't torment them..."

Chunzhen looked at the old monk with white beard and white eyebrows, his eyes flashing and his voice getting lower and lower. Before he finished speaking, he turned around and ran away.

"Disciple, go and invite him now!"

…

Outside the temple.

Chen Yi's chanting gradually stopped.

"boom!"

The dilapidated and heavy temple door burst open, startling the bald people around him.

When they saw the group of people at the gate of the temple, they were all shocked. They stood up quickly and bowed together: "I have seen the abbot and the two uncles!"

Under the gate of the temple, in addition to the old abbot, there were two other people who were as skinny as firewood, with wrinkled skin like old trees, no beard or eyebrows, bald teeth in their mouths, and stooped backs. Under the support of Monk Chunzhen one by one, they were still trembling and angry.

blow.

It seemed like he would collapse as soon as the wind blew, and every breath felt like it might be his last breath.

The old monk, the abbot, walked out with his head held high, cleared his throat, and his eyebrows trembled: "Shaolin disciples, be included in the sect's ceremony!"

Although a group of little bald heads were confused, they quickly moved and lined up on both sides of the temple gate, bowing their heads together and chanting sutras.

"Abbott, didn't you say you want to conquer the devil..."

Chunzhen murmured in a low voice, but when she received the old abbot's fierce gaze, she immediately shut up.

The old monk walked up to Chen Yi and said seriously: "I would like to ask you again, are you willing to stop thinking about the butcher's knife and practice Buddhism in the temple?"

Chen Yi stood up and said: "It is natural to practice Buddhism, but the butcher's knife cannot be released."

"Huh, you are really stubborn."

The old monk had a displeased look on his face, brushed his long beard with his hand, and looked at him sideways: "That's all, I think your will will become stronger, so I will give you a chance..."

"The abbot just said it's okay."

The old monk narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Don't you ask me to learn Shaolin martial arts? Do you know what unique skills Shaolin has?"

Chen Yi raised his eyebrows slightly: "Shaolin, a thousand-year-old ancient temple, practiced both Zen and martial arts, and it was once famous all over the world. The young monk has heard about it, but he doesn't know whether it is right or not."

The old monk looked unhappy and was very dissatisfied with his use of the word "Zeng", but he still said: "Tell me and listen."

"I heard that Shaolin has seventy-two unique skills, including fists, toes, palms, swords and sticks, internal and external training, all-encompassing, and all are inexhaustible. There are also two classics of picking Yi Jin and washing marrow personally taught by Patriarch Bodhidharma, which are even more famous in the world.

The supreme art."

Chen Yi just talked casually. He didn't know what was going on in Shaolin here.

The old monk was noncommittal, stroking his beard and said: "You know a lot, even my Shaolin treasure, the two classics of Changing Tendons and Cleansing the Marrow. It seems that you want to learn these seventy-two secrets and the two classics of Changing the Muscles and Cleansing the Marrow?"

"

Chen Yi did not deny it. "Of course I want to."

"The seventy-two secrets are the result of continuous study and study by eminent monks from all generations of Shaolin, and they have been refined for thousands of years. Over the past thousands of years, they have been perfected and cannot be improved.

Personal teaching can transform a person, return the merits to his innate nature, and directly reach the realm of heaven and man!"

"There are only a handful of people in the world who can compare with the unique skills taught by me in Shaolin!"

The old monk almost crossed his arms as he spoke and looked at Chen Yi through his nostrils.

Chen Yi felt sweat on his forehead.

Can unique and rare be used together...

Is this old guy pretending to be crazy?

As for that?

Chen Yi also heard the old monk peeping under the corner and talking to himself just now.

You can hear "wisdom and clarity" from his chanting voice, which means that he cannot be just an irregular old man.

He can also speak of the "realm of sravakas"...

This at least proves that there are definitely people in the Shaolin Temple who have achieved "wisdom and clarity" and the "state of sound-hearing".

He inexplicably obtained it through the gray screen, but it did not prevent him from understanding the sublimity of these two realms.

It is even more terrifying for people who can reach this point just by relying on their own practice.

Chen Yi believed in his heart that the old monk was pretending to be crazy and acting like a fool.

The bald heads on both sides felt embarrassed for a while.

Firstly, it was because the abbot’s behavior was so embarrassing.

Secondly...the abbot boasted too much...

Our three-legged cat kung fu can only strengthen our bodies.

I heard those uncles and brothers who broke out of the temple more than ten years ago said that they were knocked on the door by someone once, but it was you who coaxed them away with a low voice...

Our Shaolin Temple is really so arrogant, will it still be like this?

The old monk was still unaware of the shame of his disciples, and continued to boast selflessly: "That's all. (lia three times). In fact, I have a supreme knowledge in Shaolin. If I can master it, I will be able to sweep the world and be invincible."

!Even if a heavenly being comes to the world, he may not be able to defeat him!"

"..."

Abbot, stop bragging!

All the disciples wailed in their hearts and had the urge to cover their faces.

"cough……"

The old monk seemed a little tired from playing, so he cleared his throat and continued...
To be continued...