Wanjie Athletics, I choose Zhang Sanfeng to start

"Going down the mountain, I have to go down the mountain!" Cao Zhe stood in front of the window on the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion, looking into the distance. Behind him was the ancient Buddha with blue lanterns, and in front of him were great rivers and mountains.

"Eight months! I have been a monk for eight months... Do you know how I have lived these eight months? Even the cows in the barn are male, how can I live this life?" Cao Zhe was distracted. everywhere.

In the first eight months, I came to this world for the first time. In order to protect myself, I was still able to practice meditation. Now I have some ability to walk in the rivers and lakes. Shaolin Temple, a novice village, is almost done for the time being. Of course I want to leave.

"Unless monks rebel against the monastery, they can only go down the mountain with the approval of the first-level monks of each courtyard in the monastery. It is better for lay disciples like me who have not been ordained. , branded the blue dragon and white tiger on both arms, forever branded with the Shaolin logo, and then you can go out to wander in the rivers and lakes. Shaolin can have a great reputation, and a large number of lay disciples have gone out to the rivers and lakes, which is also indisputable.”

"However, it is much more difficult for lay disciples who follow the route of civil monks. To put it bluntly, most of the lay disciples in Shaolin Temple who practice martial arts are from rich families. The purpose of coming to Shaolin Temple is not only to learn martial arts, but also to make contacts. Look for organizations to find backers. And Shaolin Temple also relies on these lay disciples from rich and noble backgrounds, and extends its tentacles to all sides. Lay disciples who are not qualified to practice martial arts, but have never been shaved, are mostly poor people at the foot of the mountain, who sold their children since childhood. After entering the monastery, these disciples will be employed as handymen for many years, and after a certain number of years, they will be given a status, shaved ordained to become a monk, and they can barely make it through."

"So my current identity is a disciple in Shaolin Temple in name, but I'm actually a handyman who sold himself. If I escaped by chance, Shaolin Temple probably won't pursue it, unless it finds out that I secretly learned Shaolin Temple Excellent martial arts, or committing crimes in the name of Shaolin. With my current means, it is not difficult to escape directly, but if I show my name in the world in the future, I will inevitably be suspected of stealing Shaolin martial arts. If you don’t know, it’s bound to cause resentment again.”

"In this regard, we should not underestimate the narrow-mindedness of Shaolin Temple."

"From the Divine Condor to Yitian, although it is not clearly stated in the original book, it is not difficult to figure out after guessing that the original Zhang Junbao also encountered Shaolin monks making things difficult after he left Shaolin. Otherwise, the great master Zhang Sanfeng and Shaolin The relationship between them will not be that bad, after all there is still a kinship, and Zhang Sanfeng himself recognizes it, but Shaolin Temple has always treated Zhang Sanfeng as an imaginary enemy, and behaved extremely maliciously. It is unreasonable to say that there is no grievance in it."

"After all, when Shaolin Temple faces a real strong man, most of the time, it will be willing to be a dog... At least on the surface, it will not deal with it so coldly. For the sake of Feng Qingyang, Linghu Chong, an outsider, can learn the Yi Jin Jing, For Zhang Sanfeng's sake, Zhang Wuji will never learn Shaolin Nine Suns Kungfu, which is insignificant... This is clearly not giving Lao Zhang face, and he is still holding his breath."

"Of course, the above content is purely my own speculation. If you have any objections...you can come to the World of Condors and bite me." Cao Zhe was thinking about various thoughts.

But the voice of the monk Jueyuan came from behind: "Jun Bao! This is the Wuming Master of the Discipline Academy. In the next few days, the master will be practicing Zen in the Sutra Pavilion, so you can serve him with you!"

Cao Zhe turned around and saw Monk Jueyuan in gray robes, following a middle-aged monk in yellow robes.

The monk seems to have a tall frame, his temples are bulging high, and the palms of his hands are also very thick. It is obvious that his hand skills are extremely good. He probably learned Shaolin's unique skills such as Vigorous Palm and Wei Tuo Palm.

But seeing him, his eyes flickered, and the light flowed, quite a bit of a eagle watching a wolf... No matter how you look at it, you don't look like an honest monk who is meditating.

"Ignorance... the first seat of the Discipline Academy, one of the suspected competitors in the Shaolin Temple. He advocates changing the structure of the temple and building branch temples in various places to further stabilize and expand its influence. At the same time, he established the Yamashita Martial Arts Academy in major cities. Buddhism and martial arts are completely separated, thus opening up the situation of Shaolin Temple in the Jianghu, and competing with Quanzhen Sect."

"There is no doubt that he is a radical, and he is full of worldly desires. Such a person can calm down to practice Zen and enlightenment... This is nonsense, no matter whether he is a competitor or not." Cao Zhe was very concerned in his heart, but his expression was Extraordinarily pure and harmless.

Following the instructions of Monk Jueyuan, he stood behind Monk Wuming with a low eyebrow.

At the same time, unceremoniously used the identification technique on the ignorant monk.

In the next second, the body data of Monk Wuming appeared in front of Cao Zhe in a 'rudimentary' way.

"Body 42, Strength 47, Internal Strength 51, Skills Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand (Proficient), Vigorous Vajra Palm (Proficient), Vajra Subduing Demon Skill (Proficient), Vigorous Vajra Finger (Beginner), Shadow-like Walking Legs (Beginner), Wei Tuo The fourteen postures in front of the palm (introductory), the first three postures of breaking the precepts (introduction), the root bone is 56, and the comprehension is 42. Remarks: With such ordinary qualifications, how can you still learn so many skills?"

Body and strength attributes are half innate, half acquired attributes, internal strength is purely acquired attributes, and root bone and understanding are absolute innate attributes.

Wuming monk's body, strength, and internal strength are not bad. Referring to these days, Cao Zhe calculated the identification data of other monks in the temple. Even if Wuming monk is not a first-rate master in the world, he should be a second-rate top.

But I have to say, compared with Zhang Junbao's body's natural talent and savvy talent, these two attributes of Wuming Monk are really amazing.

It's no wonder that they are already very old, most of the martial arts they know are still at the entry level, and only the three kung fu that they often practice have reached the proficiency level.

'Proficiency' is one of the most common skill evaluations Cao Zhe used in the process of appraising Shaolin monks on a large scale.

This stage is also the final result of most mediocre people honing a certain skill.

It's no wonder that the same martial art can exert super power in the hands of some people, but most of the time, in the hands of more people, its power can only be regarded as mediocre.

A simple summary is that the quality of martial arts itself determines the lower limit of a practitioner, while the individual's talent and effort determine the upper limit of this martial art.

Monk Wuming walked to the table swaggeringly, then sat down on the futon, raised his eyes without looking at Cao Zhe, but said directly to Monk Jueyuan: "Go! Bring all the handwritten books or Dongzhuan of Patriarch Bodhidharma with you. Bring me all the ancient scriptures that come, and I want to comprehend them one by one."

Monk Jueyuan responded, and he was not in the slightest angry at being ordered by someone.

Cao Zhe also followed Monk Jueyuan to rummage through the Scripture Depository.

After a while, 14 boxes of various sizes were brought in, including seven boxes of ancient books, five boxes of brocade books and ancient animal skin scrolls, and two boxes of scriptures recorded with various sundries.

"All right! All right! Get out! Get out!"

"Don't be summoned by me, you don't get close." The Wuming monk started to chase people away.

Cao Zhe could figure it out with his ass, this guy must have known about the existence of the Nine Suns Divine Art through some means, so he came here to look for it.

It's just that although he knew that the Nine Suns Divine Art was hidden in the scriptures handed down by Bodhidharma, he didn't know which volume it was hidden in.

While speaking, the ignorant monk had already started to rummage through the ancient scriptures, his palms rising and falling, showing no sign of cherishing it.

I often spread out a volume of ancient scriptures, and after discovering that it was full of incomprehensible Sanskrit, I scattered them aside.

Monk Jueyuan frowned, and his steps of retreating were delayed.

Afterwards, Monk Ting Jueyuan said: "The master's temple is busy with chores, and perhaps I don't know much about Sanskrit. The texts in this world should change a little every few hundred years, and the meanings are different now and in the past. Since our Han culture is like this, the West The Brahma Kingdom is expected to be average, the poor monk still has some knowledge in Sanskrit, if the master has any doubts, the poor monk is willing to share the master's worries."

Monk Wuming heard the words, not only did not understand the good intentions in Jueyuan's words, but instead said angrily: "This seat is the head of the Precepts Academy, and you are just a gray-clothed monk. What qualifications do you have to give advice to this seat?"

"Get out!"

Monk Jueyuan didn't move as if his feet had taken root, and continued to look at the scripture scrolls all over the floor with pity.

Cao Zhe tugged on the sleeve of Monk Lajueyuan.

Then he said to Monk Wuming: "The first master, Master Jueyuan did not intend to offend."

"The master studies the scriptures hard, so it may not be necessary for someone to serve tea and water, and help with some chores. The disciples are willing to serve."

"Besides, this disciple has practiced with Master Jueyuan for a long time, and he also knows some Sanskrit, so maybe he can help Master a bit."

After finishing speaking, he gave Monk Jueyuan a reassuring look.

"This ignorant monk, no matter whether he is a competitor or not, doesn't seem to have much scheming. He can put forward those seemingly good suggestions that are actually not beneficial to Shaolin Temple. Based on the insights from modern times, it is my own opinion to delete, delete, modify and modify. Anyway...he is a pretty good fish!"

"Take care of him, maybe he can serve as my tool man. With such a head of the Discipline Academy to help me endorse, my future actions will be much more comfortable."

Chapter 8 The fish is in the pond

Cao Zhe is a man who aspires to be the sea... the great master of martial arts.

Before becoming a grand master, you must first have a few lackeys who help wave the flag.

After all, an expert once said that the world is not about fighting and killing, but about the ways of the world.

Like Dugu Qiubai, he cut from the Yellow River Basin to the Yangtze River Basin, but within a few decades, the rivers and lakes were not well-known, and after his death, he was only worthy of lonely mountains and wild mountains.

And Zhang Laodao, who has disciples to help wave the flag and has a sect to promote his reputation, is a well-deserved great master who is as famous as Bodhidharma.

"Since this is a competition, it must not be possible to win a good ranking behind closed doors." Cao Zhe thought to himself, and then sent a clear smile to the fish he was staring at.

The Wuming monk looked up at Cao Zhe.

next second.

"Get out of Ke!" Wuming's local accent was activated.

Cao Zhe's "persuasion" did not have the desired effect.

Sometimes communication exists only between wisdom and wisdom.

With ignorant 'savvy', it is difficult for him to understand the kindness released by Cao Zhe.

Cao Zhe obediently grabbed the sleeve of Monk Jueyuan and left the meditation room.

At the door of the meditation room, the master and the apprentice met each other.

Monk Jueyuan listened to the sound of flipping books in the room, sometimes accompanied by the sound of papers breaking, his distressed facial features were almost distorted.

"So...how can it be so!"

"Jun Bao! Just stay here and take care of him. I will ask Abbot Tianming for instructions as a teacher." Monk Jueyuan said, and hastily walked downstairs.

As for Jueyuan, a gray-clothed monk, whether he is qualified to meet the abbot is something he will not consider now.

Cao Zhe weighed the difference in strength between himself and Monk Wuming, and if the opponent suddenly attacked him, would he have a chance to withdraw from the fight and leave? After planning at least three escape routes in his mind, he pulled away Zen room door.

Whoa...!

A pile of Buddhist scriptures was smashed at him.

Cao Zhe dodged sharply, showing little skill.

"Huh!" Although Wuming's intelligence is not very good, he still has eyesight, so he naturally saw that Cao Zhe had some tricks to avoid it just now.

"What a self-stealing boy, do you dare to steal Shaolin martial arts?" Wu Ming snatched someone first, and then rushed to attack, one claw was already towards Cao Zhe's chest and abdomen.

If this hand alone was caught, not only would Cao Zhe lose all his strength, but he would also be poked with bloody holes in his chest.

The end is that they don't even have the slightest compassion of a monk.

Cao Zhe turned around twice in succession, and his bodywork combined with the indoor layout he had already mastered by heart, and he dexterously avoided the two consecutive attacks.

Then he quickly said: "He is strong and he is strong, the breeze is blowing on the hills, he is letting him be, and the moon is shining on the river."

Monk Wuming paused, but then he actually asked, "What do you mean? Where did you come from for this formula, and how do you explain it?"

Cao Zhe said in his heart: "What a useless monk who is ignorant and inexperienced, I am afraid that the little kung fu in his hands is also taught by hand, so he came to look for the Nine Suns Divine Art, just because you found it, I am afraid it is the same. Lord of madness."

But he still explained in his mouth: "The wind refers to the breath, and the breeze refers to the breath. The mountain refers to the bone and the spine, and the hill refers to the top of the head."

"Therefore, 'he is strong and he is strong, and the wind blows the mountains', that is, no matter whether the body is uncomfortable or uncomfortable, breathe evenly, and lead the qi from the perineum to the top of the head through the tail."

"The bright moon refers to the dantian, and the river refers to the kidneys and bladder, as well as the qi and blood running around the body. That is, follow the instructions above, and the internal force will naturally gather in the dantian, and send it to the limbs and bones through the rivers and channels throughout the body, so that the body can recover."

Then I was still worried that Wuming didn't understand, and explained directly: "This is the wound healing formula in the Nine Suns Divine Art, and it is also one of the contents of the general outline. Since you are here to find the Nine Suns Divine Art, wouldn't it be better for me to tell you directly?"

Since Cao Zhe chose to start with Zhang Junbao, it is absolutely impossible to limit himself to only one Nine Suns Divine Art.

Although the Nine Suns Divine Art is powerful, but if it is limited to it, it is nothing more than picking up the wisdom of others, even if it has been practiced to the point where the past shines through the present, it will also waste Zhang Junbao's great talent and understanding.

That being the case, Cao Zhe certainly didn't think too much about the Nine Suns Divine Art.

At this moment, it is perfect for fishing.

Wuming finally stopped his ready-to-move palm, but the ferocity in his eyes didn't fade away.

"You are an eminent monk in the temple. The Nine Suns Divine Kungfu is originally the great virtue of the predecessors in the temple. It is left in the scriptures for our future generations to discover and practice. If you want to learn it, I will teach you. Please do not I am angry at these isolated scriptures, compared with these precious scriptures, mere martial arts... are nothing more than that!" Cao Zhe said as much as possible, imitating the posture of Monk Jueyuan on weekdays.

The ferocity in Wuming's eyes subsided a little.

Cao Zhe knew he had chosen the right direction.

Dealing with such relatively simple-minded guys, it is not suitable to use too many twists and turns.

Sometimes it is better to speak simply.

"Okay! You teach me magic skills, and I will cover it up for you, and I won't tell you about stealing Shaolin's secret knowledge." Monk Wuming said.

As soon as these words were uttered, Cao Zhe was 100% sure that the monk Wuming must be a competitor.

If Wuming is just a Shaolin monk and has no other status, then according to his personality at this moment, he should be dragging Cao Zhe, relentless, and he must be brought to justice.

Only contestants from another world, who don't pay much attention to the precepts and regulations of Shaolin Temple, will easily blurt out the terms of exchange.

"Master's words are wrong. The Nine Suns Divine Kungfu is a unique skill in Shaolin. I neither stole it nor robbed it. I got it by chance. If I think about it, I will make a fuss with the presiding abbot. The abbot is compassionate and will not care about me, a young man. Yes." Cao Zhe said that he was determined not to believe it, but Wuming couldn't stop nodding when he heard it.

It turned out that he believed Cao Zhe's nonsense and took some people as the truth.

"If that's the case, what do you want?" Wuming finally got smarter, knowing that Cao Zhe took the initiative to expose, and he wanted something.

"It's very simple, I want you to help me collect a hundred martial arts cheats, no matter how high or low, no matter how strong or weak, and secondly... I also have the right to freely enter and leave the Shaolin Temple. Only these two points, I will use the formulas of the Nine Suns Divine Art, As well as the key points of luck, I will tell you everything in detail." Cao Zhe said.

Wuming heard the words and said: "The first one is simple, I will turn you into a monk, and you can come and go freely in the Arhat Hall. There are nearly a hundred kinds of Shaolin martial arts in the Arhat Hall, and you can learn them all."

Although Shaolin has 72 unique skills, it is by no means only 72 martial arts.

The martial arts that are eligible to be included in the 72 unique skills are all treasures in Shaolin Temple, and most of them belong to superior martial arts, or strange martial arts with unique effects.

And after years of accumulation, there are more than a hundred kinds of low-level martial arts that can be practiced in Shaolin Temple?

The reason why there are so many martial arts practitioners such as Arhat Boxing, Dharma Stick, and Vajra Palm, as if Shaolin monks can only learn these basics, is because they lay the best foundation and follow up with more advanced martial arts.

"The second thing...it's easy too! I'll arrange for you to be ordained tomorrow, and when you become a monk, I'll arrange for you to manage the shopping in the dining room, so you can go down the mountain at any time."

Chapter 9 Mitutoyo is open today

"Shave?"

"That won't work. Once you get a degree, you won't be able to talk to your little sister openly, go to the Goulan to listen to music, and you won't be able to fix the door locks for your beautiful sister-in-law. What's the fun in that?"

"I can't travel to a different world. Others call them Emperor Wudi, Quanzhen Sword Immortal, etc. When I say it, I call it Hua Monk, Bald Butterfly, and Thief Bald in the Waves! That's inappropriate!" Cao Zhe's inner joke After the performance, he turned his head and said to Wuming: "Forgive me, master, but this disciple is the only child in the family, and the incense still needs to be continued."

"It doesn't matter! Getting shaved doesn't affect you passing on the incense. But you have to cover up one or two things. Walk one or two hundred miles to the east, and there is a Fenglai Town, which is quite hidden. If you need it, I can recommend some to you." A woman from a good family, let you start a family and start a business there under a pseudonym." Wuming showed a bit of enthusiasm, but...why are you so proficient?

Cao Zhe laughed dryly. Generally speaking, to shirk is to refuse. Why does Wuming just not understand?

A low IQ is fine, but isn’t EQ not enough?

How did he become the head of the Discipline Academy?

By nepotism?