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"Isn't that... the lay disciple Zhang Junbao?" Hearing the sound of gongs and drums, some innocent disciples flocked to the mountain gate to watch the play, and one of them recognized Cao Zhe.

"What? He is my Shaolin disciple?" A monk was surprised.

"Is he crazy? He deceived his master and exterminated his ancestors...and dare to provoke him? The fireworker Toutuo, who rebelled against his family back then, only dared to go to the Western Regions to set up a Shaolin in the Western Regions, but he didn't dare to provoke me directly in front of the Shaolin Mountain Gate like this. ’ said another monk.

Since the Dayue Daily was established, many past events in the world of martial arts are no longer kept secret.

Many sects that have been quietly controlled by the competitors are very introverted in order to hinder each other and splash dirty water.

This has also led to many unknown past events in the world, being rediscovered, and then made public.

"Zhang Junbao! Are you crazy?"

"Or were you held hostage?"

"Don't be afraid, you are my Shaolin disciple, if someone threatens you, you will know, and I will ask Master to make the decision for you!" A young monk from Shaolin Temple shouted loudly to Cao Zhe.

Some people rushed out quickly, and they didn't come at Cao Zhe. Instead, they held rattan sticks and looked at the surrounding mountains and forests for guard.

At the same time, he turned to Cao Zhe and said, "Enter the mountain gate quickly. Don't delay. If you are poisoned, go to the Bodhi Court. The masters there are all Bodhisattva-hearted, and they will definitely not sit back and let you suffer."

There are so many monks like this, although it is inevitable that there will be noise, but it is harmless.

Cao Zhe's heart warmed slightly, and he felt that such a risky move was not a wrong payment.

Whether he can save the world, he dare not speak nonsense, let alone be self-righteous.

But these little monks all over the mountain... He still has to take care of them.

"Where is the villain who dares to hold my Shaolin disciple hostage and speak wildly?"

"Do you dare to confront me and other young monks face to face and fight?" The monks holding rattan sticks protected Cao Zhe in the middle and shouted to the forest.

Cao Zhe suddenly knocked on the gong.

He laughed and said: "Everyone, don't waste your time, I am not held hostage by anyone, and I am not instigated by others to do this, it is completely my own understanding."

After that, there was a sudden drum beat.

The internal force is running, and the drums are like thunder.

All the young monks around couldn't stand this, they covered their ears and fell to the ground.

Although Cao Zhe didn't know the sound skills, he knew how to use internal force to vibrate the drum surface and form a resonance effect at the same time, so that even if he hammered the drum surface violently, the sound was still lethal.

A few monks with relatively advanced skills staggered and ran towards the temple, obviously to report.

Cao Zhe drove his horse across the mountain gate, beating gongs and drums all the way, shouting the words on the banner behind him.

"Shaolin martial arts are all about feathers, and Shaolin monks are nothing!"

Such arrogance naturally provoked the disciples from the 36th and 72nd Houses of Shaolin to rush over one after another, gathered into formations, and surrounded him.

Chapter 21 Walking the bald man all over the mountain

"Zhang Junbao! Are you crazy?"

"Why don't you go to the Discipline Academy with me to plead guilty? Because you are young and ignorant, we will intercede for you and let the master of the Discipline Academy forgive you." The Shaolin monk holding a rattan stick said to Cao Zhe said.

Cao Zhe shook the banner behind him, continued to beat the gongs and drums, and there were half a word of the sixteen-character mantra, which caused the veins on the foreheads of the Shaolin monks to twitch.

"It's really crazy, don't talk nonsense with him, take it first and then talk." A monk said.

Then several monks rushed up with rattan sticks.

Cao Zhe jumped up in the air, but stepped on the foreheads of the two bald heads, and laughed loudly: "Bald heads, bald heads, slippery feet."

Speaking of flying across the sky, his body was flexible and vigorous, as if his feet were oiled, and the monk who rushed towards him couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

The monks who had some leeway at first suddenly became angry, the kind that could not be suppressed after ten times of recitation of the Avalokitesvara Heart Sutra.

"Fix formation!" a monk shouted.

The thirteen stick monks came out more and more, forming the Luohan Qimen stick formation.

The formation is hidden in eight trigrams, and the five elements are illuminated outside. Although it is not as good as the Tiangang Beidou formation of Quanzhen Sect, it can be multiplied by seven and seven, and it can be stacked continuously, but it is also one of the most difficult formations in the martial arts.

Although there were only thirteen monks, what Cao Zhe saw at the moment was a mass of sticks and shadows, coming in waves like overwhelming waves, suppressing his room of action from all aspects.

Cao Zhe is not afraid, the formation is good... but the people who use it can't reach the unity of the number.

There is a deviation in the human heart, the speed of the hands and feet, the use of the staff, and the gap between the movement of the formation will be continuously opened and widened.

Naturally, you can't see it easily, you can only be restrained in the formation, and gradually collapse... The strong should be able to break through the formation with violence, forcibly tear a hole, and use the strength of one person to forcibly overwhelm the combined strength of 13 people.

As for Cao Zhe, of course he saw every flaw in the stick formation.

After that, it was like playing a game, piercing back and forth in the formation.

Although it doesn't hurt anyone, but from time to time he licks the bald heads of the stick monks, which makes them even more angry.

Another burst of drinking.

The number of stick monks has increased to eighteen, forming a brand new formation of arhats and tigers.

It's just that they're clearly going in the wrong direction.

It is difficult for the thirteen people to take care of each other completely, and the eighteen people are even more negligent.

Cao Zhe just used his flexible body skills to shuttle freely in the stick formation, coming in and out, going out and coming in, coming in and out... completely treating the Monk Temple as a bathing center.

But all the bald beauties can only be passively selected, and then keep changing batches.

Don't look at Cao Zhe's dealing with Xin Zhai, which requires all kinds of combos and fights, and even burying nails in advance.

That's because Xin Zhai is powerful and has accumulated a lot.

And these ordinary Shaolin monks, most of them have less than ten years of skill, their kung fu is certainly not bad compared to ordinary people in the Jianghu, but in Cao Zhe's eyes, they can only be "sparse".

After successfully arousing the anger of the group of monks, Cao Zhe did not stop, but kept rushing towards the depths of the temple.

Every time he went to a courtyard, it was a wanton provocation.

It wasn't until the Bodhisattvas who were teased by the monks in the courtyard were all angry, that they continued to the next place with a large number of 'followers'.

Not only the courtyard of the monks, but also the place where the monks stayed, Cao Zhe didn't let it go.

Going in is a fire, and the scriptures that the monks painstakingly compiled and annotated were all turned into ashes.

In less than 10 minutes, a huge team of hundreds of people followed behind Cao Zhe.

This is almost already more than half of the monks in the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple.

From the elite monks of the various schools to the disciples who are handymen, they all chased and intercepted Cao Zhe, threatening to catch him.

However, that's where it ends!

Cao Zhe's behavior has already attracted several unlettered monks to chase after him.

It would be fine if it was just the non-character generation. The Tian-character generation of the same generation as Abbot Tianming also came out with two old monks. With many years of tacit understanding, they formed a posture of subduing dragons and subduing tigers.

"That's the only way to go, this one... can save as much as you can!"

"If you continue to tease me, I'll really be finished when the old man of my heart comes out!" Cao Zhe thought to himself.

Then he yelled: "Wulin is the best, Shaolin master, bald and bald, don't worry about the rain!"

With this voice, those monks who were not planning to continue chasing, the anger in their hearts was burning again.

However, Cao Zhe leapt, turned into a roc bird, flew out of the high courtyard wall of Shaolin Temple, and fled towards the vast mountain forest.

"Don't tell him to run away!"

"Follow him!"

"Catch him, gag his mouth, tap his Ya point, and make him practice closed mouth meditation for 30 years!"

"Brother! You violated the precept of anger."

"I committed his %￥#￥￥￥%￥￥%￥, don't let anyone stop me, the poor monk wants to %#￥ today, at worst, he will go to the Discipline Academy to receive his punishment with a stick, I￥%#!"

The angry bald heads rushed out in unison, and followed Cao Zhe into the forest.

They were not afraid that Cao Zhe would set a trap in the forest.

This is Shaoshi Mountain after all, if someone is 'constructing' in Shaoshi Mountain, it is impossible for them not to notice.

Of course...they were overconfident!

The artillery of the imperial court is set up at the foot of the mountain, don't they know it?

And just at this time, a monk with no characters has already rushed into Abbot Tianming's meditation room.

"Vice President! Not good!"

"A lay disciple named Zhang Junbao suddenly barged in madly, leading most of the disciples out of the monastery and into the forest." Monk Wuchen said to Fang Zhang Tianming.

Abbot Tianming slowly opened his eyes. His face was already full of old age, but it was inlaid with eyes that were approaching pure black... so dark that they were a little deep.

"It's not a coincidence! He did it on purpose. Hurry up... pass on the order. All monks, big and small, are on standby in the monastery. They are not allowed to leave even half a step without a warrant from me."

"Also, protect Yinzi well, without him...it won't be that simple for us to break through the defense of His Majesty the Emperor Wu." Tianming said.

Monk Wuchen walked quickly.

After Wuchen left, Tianming clasped his hands together again and said: "I have to trouble Master Uncle to go, that little thing dares to make trouble, causing the whole temple to be restless, and it has some skills. With the heart of subduing demons and diamonds, get rid of this evil and ugliness that is causing trouble."

"Guo Jing is a person with big ambitions. You are really determined. Doing so can bring about a change of ownership and a change of everything?" an old voice asked.

Tianming said: "Half success or failure is hard to come by, we can't wait any longer, such a country... If you let him sit for another ten years, we will stop talking about you and me."

"The Mongolian National Division has reached a tacit understanding with this seat not long ago. At the right time, he will persuade Mongolia to send troops."

The voice from outside the window no longer came, apparently the person entrusted by Abbot Tianming had already left, chasing and killing Cao Zhe.

Abbot Tianming stood in the meditation room, looked at the bronze statue of Tathagata behind the futon, put his palms together and lowered his eyebrows and said, "Amitabha!"

Chapter 22 Shaolin Kung Fu Crash Training Course

In the mountain forest outside the Shaolin Temple, Cao Zhe is as nimble as an ape, he walks like a snake, he hovers like an eagle and a peng, and he roars like a tiger when he breaks through... Pictograms are very common in martial arts, and at this time Cao Zhe has obviously applied this method to its peak.

Those ordinary monks from Shaolin Temple couldn't stop him at all.

Can only be played by it.

However, Cao Zhe's situation has not always been easy.

When the great monks of no previous generation surrounded him, some superior martial arts that were difficult for ordinary Shaolin disciples began to show their sharpness.

"Big Throwing Monument Hand and Pianhua Qixingquan, both of them should be Arhat Hall." Cao Zhe said to the two old-fashioned monks in their 30s.

Wu Nian and Wu Taboo, the two great monks of the uncharacteristic generation, hold their own minds on the left and right, and they are skillful in their movements and movements, and they don't talk to Cao Zhe.

Not all monks of uneducated generation occupy high positions, such as Wuming, who is only in his 40s and occupies the top position in the precepts academy, is a very small minority.

But if you can't sit in the first seat of the first courtyard or the position of the elders in the temple, what you have learned from Shaolin is actually limited to a certain extent.

For example, the monks in Luohantang mostly learn hard bridges and hard horses, open and close boxing techniques, and kick techniques. The Daguangquan, which was once known as the "No. [-] boxing in the world", is the highest martial art in Luohantang. There are paramita hands on par.

The Prajna Hall focuses on intensive study of palm techniques, such as Prajna Palm, Great Compassionate Chiba Hand, Thousand-handed Tathagata Palm, Wei Tuo Palm, etc., which belong to the unique skills of Prajna Hall. Only by dabbling in the popular Buddhist scriptures can we fully understand the essence of many martial arts. The word 'Prajna' has already pointed out everything.

Of course, entering the Arhat Hall does not mean that you cannot enter the Prajna Hall again. As long as you pass the examination, you can transfer to another hospital. However, if you don't want to study Buddhism, you can stay in the Arhat Hall all the time.

Although Wu Nian and Wu Taboo are Shaolin reckless men, their fists are fierce and upright, and Cao Zhe is dexterous. When facing these two, it is inevitable that he will feel a little restrained.

After playing around for a while, Cao Zhe simply used the eight techniques of taking off and landing magic to attack them.

In the first [-] moves, Cao Zhe was suppressed. By the [-]th move, Cao Zhe had already absorbed nutrients from the moves of the two of them. Originally, the unnatural eight methods of subjugating demons had changed. Among them, the fierce and powerful side , to be strengthened.

When reaching No.60 move, Cao Zhe shouted, "Go!"

The two great monks were like gourds rolling on the ground, Gululu was knocked out with punches and kicks, and hit the tree pole beside them. The strong internal force left behind them directly knocked the leaves of the trees behind them down.

Cao Zhe didn't stay in one place for a long time, and continued to make a mocking voice, roaring proudly in the mountains and forests, attracting the attention of many monks, but oiled his feet and continued to run wildly.

Before walking a hundred steps, he was blocked by three monks from Prajna Hall.

The three of them used the Prajna Palm, the Two Scattering Palm, and the Wei Tuo Palm to fight against Cao Zhe.

After forty moves, the three were defeated, but Cao Zhe slipped away after overpowering them, giving them the illusion that they could take Cao Zhe with just one more effort.

Shortly thereafter, Cao Zhe met Master Tianhe from the Bodhidharma Academy. This old monk was over fifty years old, his skin was loose and his flesh was loose.

Most of the old monks in the Bodhidharma Academy have passed the age of fighting fiercely. Under the decline of energy and blood, the palm, boxing, and kicking techniques of opening and closing are no longer suitable, and the delicate and subtle fingering techniques have become preferred.