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Chapter 21 Zhang Junbao

"What does the benefactor mean?" Abbot Tianming was puzzled.

Guo Yu pointed to the eaves outside the Sutra Pavilion, "Isn't this the master?"

"Tianhui!" Abbot Tianming shouted in surprise, then turned around and called, "Come here, capture this Shaolin traitor."

"The donor is laughing." Tianming smiled bitterly at Guo Yu, "Tianhui is a traitor to this temple. I thought she had escaped, but I didn't expect that she would be so bold and dare to come back."

At the same time, Abbot Tianming was also secretly startled, he never thought that Guo Yu would have such profound skills at such a young age, and he could easily find Tianhui's traces without others noticing.

"Tianming, you old man, I will die with you today."

Tianhui, who was surrounded by many monks in the courtyard, knew that he might not be able to escape easily today.

Then he looked directly at Abbot Tianming with hatred, and flew straight towards him.

"Abbot, be careful." The sudden change caused everyone to exclaim.

Guo Yu saw that he was also surrounded by the palm wind beside him, and he was furious, and the Eighteen Palms of Jianglong charged straight up.

"what!"

Tianhui did not expect that Guo Yu's skills were so profound. She was accidentally photographed in the Arhat formation, vomiting blood and fell into a coma.

"The benefactor is so handsome in martial arts." Before Tian Ming calmed down, he was taken aback by Guo Yu again.

"Master was joking, it's just that he was too big." Guo Yu smiled modestly.

"Thank you benefactor for saving your life." Tianming shook his head slowly, "Tianhui is my junior brother..."

It turns out that Tianhui is talented and intelligent, and she walks extremely fast on the way of martial arts, and can easily learn any martial arts.

However, since the Huogong Toutuo Rebellion broke out in Shaolin Temple, extremely strict rules were established, and martial arts were not allowed to be taught lightly.

So Tianhui took the old path of Huogong Toutuo, and went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to learn martial arts secretly.

In addition, he has a bad temper and is arrogant about his talents, which makes him at odds with most people in the temple.

After the Dongchuang incident happened yesterday, it naturally caused turmoil in Shaolin Temple, except for a few monks who had been friends with him and his disciples and grandchildren, they were besieged by almost everyone.

Now that he was injured and captured by Guo Yu, he might not end well.

"It seems that I am really blessed by God." Guo Yu couldn't help but sigh when he thought of himself.

Since he was a child, he has been taught by some of the most outstanding masters in the world, and his starting point is much higher than these struggling people. How lucky he is.

Shaking his head, putting aside all distracting thoughts in his heart, Guo Yu followed Abbot Tianming into the Sutra Pavilion.

"Here are all the Buddhist scriptures collected by the temple for hundreds of years."

Abbot Tianming pointed to the rows of bookshelves and said, "Donors, you can watch as much as you like. If anything happens, you can ask the monks in the pavilion to look for me."

"Thank you, Abbot." Guo Yu saluted gratefully.

For the next few days, Guo Yu stayed in the Sutra Pavilion to read through all kinds of Buddhist scriptures and experience the crystallization of wisdom contained in them.

"Buddhism does have miraculous effects on spiritual cultivation." In just a few days, Guo Yu felt that his spiritual strength had improved to a certain extent.

The induction of the surrounding environment is obviously a little clearer than before.

"Jun Bao, come on, let's go fishing together."

Suddenly, Guo Xiang's crisp voice outside the temple awakened Guo Yu.

He got up and walked out of the Buddhist scripture pavilion, and came to a small river outside Shaolin Temple, where he saw several children throwing stones into the river.

"Zhang Junbao." Guo Yu murmured absent-mindedly, "Who would have thought that the future generation of great masters of martial arts would look like this brat."

"Brother Yu, what are you talking about?" At this time, Cheng Ying came from the side road.

"I said this kid will be great in the future, and his achievements in martial arts will shock the world." Guo Yu said, pointing to Zhang Junbao.

"In terms of martial arts, who can compare to you, brother Yu?" Cheng Ying smiled. In her impression, Guo Yu is already the number one master in the world, and there is probably no one in the world who can match him.

"Hehe, I can't compare, I can't compare..." Guo Yu slowly shook his head, "He may not be my opponent in actual combat, but in terms of realm alone, he will definitely surpass me in the future."

"If you want an analogy, it's people like Patriarch Bodhidharma."

"Hiss! It's so scary!" Cheng Ying looked at the children playing in the distance in surprise, and really couldn't connect him with such a character.

"Junbao, several benefactors, it's time to eat vegetarian food."

Guo Yu turned his head and saw a burly monk coming from the temple.

"Dare to ask Master's Dharma name?" Guo Yu asked with a narrow gaze.

"Little monk Jueyuan, I have seen the benefactor."

Sure enough, upon hearing the answer, Guo Yu understood.

As soon as Jueyuan arrived, he felt the terrifying internal force in his body.

"It seems that his Nine Suns Divine Art is only a thin line away from Dacheng."

Guo Yu once studied the Nine Suns Divine Art, after all, it is a martial art created by his master Xu Zhu, although he has not practiced it, he still knows the specific principles.

"Master, you are here."

"Big brother!"

"father!"

Immediately, several children ran over and surrounded Guo Yu and the others, their faces flushed red.

"Master!" Guo Yu looked at Zhang Junbao, "You are a good apprentice, and your future is boundless."

"The donor's reputation is too high." Jue Yuan didn't know what to say, and rubbed his head in embarrassment.

"Big brother, big brother." Guo Xiang jumped out, "What about me, what is my future like?"

Guo Yu patted her on the head, "You are not bad, but you are not as good as this kid."

Guo Yu didn't make random comments, Guo Xiang could be called a great master in the future, but compared with Zhang Sanfeng, it's not enough.

"Brother, you're talking nonsense. How can I not be better than this kid?" Guo Xiang looked unhappy.

"Okay, okay." Guo Yu could only comfort, "My Xiang'er is the best."

"Little aunt is so embarrassing." Cheng Ying and the three beside him laughed, and Guo Yu's son, Guo Xing, made funny faces and laughed.

"Hmph, I won't talk to you guys anymore." Guo Xiang turned around, "Junbao, let's go, let's go eat, ignore them."

"Hehe." Guo Yu behind him shook his head and smiled wryly.

Guo Yu stayed in Shaolin Temple for nearly half a month, read all kinds of scriptures, and finally felt divorced.

After saying goodbye to Abbot Tianming and the others, they took Guo Xiang and the others to continue north.

He originally planned to leave a few cheat books for Zhang Junbao, but he was afraid that it would affect his future path, so he chose to give up in the end.

Guo Yu and his party visited almost the entire Central Plains in the next few months.

The Mongols are indeed a veritable fighting nation at this time, and everything is for the war.

The governance of the Central Plains they occupied was not very good, and the population and fields were far less than those of the Song Dynasty in the south.

But if you really want to face it head-on, Da Song's army is no match at all.

Now the entire north is almost dominated by rich and powerful families, and ordinary people have completely become their domestic slaves.

It can be said that the whole society regressed from a feudal society to a slavery society at once.

Guo Yu understands that such a society cannot last for a long time, but in a short period of time with continuous victories, he can quickly gain extremely powerful military strength.

"The coming days will be difficult." He knew that judging from the current situation, the probability of Da Song's final victory was very small.

The few people stopped and went, first crossed the Yellow River and entered Hebei, then crossed Taihang and entered Shanxi, and finally crossed Zhongtiao Mountain to the land of Guanluo.

"This is...?" They came to a village at the foot of Mount Hua that day, and Guo Yu accidentally found a palm print on the wall of the village.

"Brother Yu, it seems to be an iron sand palm?" Cheng Ying was a little unsure.

"good."

Guo Yu nodded affirmatively, "This is indeed an iron sand palm, and the internal strength of the person who uses it is extremely high, almost no lower than that of my father."

"There are very few people who have this kind of skill in this world, but in my memory, it seems that no one can use the skill of iron sand palm."

Cheng Ying is still too young to know much about the martial arts in the past.

"What you don't know is that there is indeed a person in the martial arts world who has an extremely brilliant iron sand palm."

Guo Yu smiled, "You may not have heard of this person, he is the former leader of the Iron Palm Clan, Iron Palm Shuishang Qiu Qianren."

"He used to seek refuge with the Jin people, abandon his family and the country, and did many evil things in the Jianghu. Many years ago, he was an enemy of his father."

"Then why did he appear here?" Cheng Ying's face became serious.

"Don't worry." Guo Yu smiled softly, "More than 30 years ago, he repented and worshiped Master Yideng in order to change his ways."

"Now that his iron sand palm appears here, it means that Master Yideng is also nearby."

(End of this chapter)