"Jueyuan, how long have you been diving in this Shaoshi Mountain?"

"I don't know when I know the time, but I just remember that this Shaoshi Mountain has turned white in its head five times." Chen Fei, a traveler named Jueyuan, stood upright and whispered. Although his eyebrows and eyes were still the same, they were less impetuous than the past, but more calm and calm. There was a hint of Zen between his lower eyebrows and eyebrows. In the past five years, he did not only practice martial arts. Each of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin can hurt people's vitals, take human life, be fierce and ruthless, and do great things against the Buddhist idea of ​​spreading the world. Therefore, every martial art must practice the corresponding Buddhist teachings to resolve internal injuries. Now his martial arts are incomparable to those who were then, but his Buddhist practice has become more profound under the teachings of the Sweeping Monk, and he has already shown a bit of a monk's aura.

"Yes, it's been five years. I used the skill of acupointing hand to cooperate with the Duhe Needle Trial to seal the true energy in your body. Seeing that your internal energy has become more acquired over the years, I'm afraid that the true energy has been completely refined by your Dragon Subduing Elephant Art. With the Bodhidharma Sword Style, this world can't keep you. But there are not many people in the world who can keep you. You can explore the innate realm." The monk of the Sweeping Monk looked at the young practitioner standing in front of him with a hint of eyebrows and a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. His martial arts are superb. What is rare is that he is born with wisdom and understands all kinds of Buddhist principles. Such a disciple is the gift of the true heaven!

"Report to Master, I have dissolved the "Breath of the Ice Dragon" the day before yesterday. After that, the internal energy swelled the meridians of the whole body. It was already at the level of acquired success. You can enter the innate martial arts realm by stepping out one step, but you only feel that one step is like a barrier that cannot be reached. The disciple is dull, so please ask Master for advice." Since learning about the strength of a truly powerful person in this world, Chen Fei has been extremely yearning for the innate secret martial arts realm. At this time, he was already full of strength, just one step away, but he couldn't get out of it. At this time, he heard his master mentioning his martial arts realm, and there was nothing he didn't understand. He immediately closed his hands and leaned over and replied, "The plain voice of Gujing Wubo when he was chanting scriptures on weekdays was rare to have a tremor, which shows how excited he was in his heart.

Seeing this, the monk sweeping the floor showed a smile on his face, and he didn't answer. He lightly tapped his toes and floated towards the mountain like a fallen feather. White clouds stood beneath his feet, as if the Buddha had come to the world, completely different from an ordinary person. After a while, a trace of lonely voice came into Chen Fei's ears, which made the young traveler's slightly excited face froze instantly.

"Disciple, go down the mountain..."

"master........."

.............

From the slightly strange-looking monk, he took the eight-sided Han sword he delivered here five years ago. Chen Fei, who was still dressed as a traveler, tied it around his waist and looked at the Shaolin Temple where he had been for five years with a little nostalgic look. Five years of cultivation made Chen Fei feel that he would go like this forever. He suddenly wanted him to leave, and he was really reluctant to let him go.

I was obviously just trying to learn martial arts under the Sweeping Monk, but how could I compensate me?

With a bitter smile, Chen Fei no longer nostalgic. He turned his head and stepped down the mountain. His figure quickly disappeared into the distance of the mountain road. The Shaolin Temple behind him was still solemn and solemn, dyed with a little red gold under the sunset. The distant bell rings faintly, and the purity and solemnity was like the past. However, there was a lack of martial arts practitioners in the back mountain of Shaolin, and the chanting of the monk hall at the foot of the mountain never stopped today.

Chen Fei's foot strength was very fast at this time, and it was only half a meal. The town at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain was vaguely visible. Although it was already evening, it was still people coming and going, and it was quite lively. He tried his best, and his figure had reached the gate of the town for only a few ups and downs. The crowd instantly "swallowed" Chen Fei. Chen Fei, who had not experienced the world for a long time, felt a little back to the world. Suddenly, a powerful hand patted Chen Fei's shoulder. His body subconsciously moved his internal force and was about to bounce the hand away. A familiar and bold voice made Chen Fei's movement stop. He turned his head stiffly, and a thick and generous man came into his eyes.

It was a burly man with dark skin and swelling muscles on each of his arms. The edges were as sharp as fangs, and there was a hint of evil spirit on it. It was Yang Pao who sent him here five years ago. At this time, when Chen Fei turned around, he smiled with a kind smile on his lips. He was about to speak, but he was attracted by the walking head crown wearing on Chen Fei's forehead. His thick fingers pointed at the headband and said a little hesitantly: "Young Xia Chen... are you..."

Seeing this, Chen Fei knew what he wanted to ask, and replied with a faint smile: "I am a Buddhist disciple, and the Dharma name is Jueyuan. I haven't seen you for a few years, but Brother Yang is still brave, but..." After a pause, a teasing smile appeared on his tough face, which made him look much softer, "I'm afraid I can't invite Yang Pao Head for that meal."

"Well, hahaha, Young Master Chen... Master Jueyuan is funny..." Yang PaoTou was stunned, followed by a heroic laugh. Chen Fei just stood up with one palm, smiling without saying a word. Looking at the happier Yang PaoTou's face, a feeling of change of things hitting his heart. He felt a sense of sadness in his heart inexplicably - no matter you hero, your martial arts are superb, but it can't stand the washing of time. In the torrent of time, no matter whether it is an ordinary person, a martial arts person like Yang PaoTou, or a powerful man like his master, there is no difference...

"If Master Jueyuan doesn't dislike it, how about having a meal together? Look at your expression, I'm afraid I've been practicing in the mountains for a short time, how about it?" Just when Chen Fei was a little dazed, a warm and bold voice sounded. Yang Paoto in front of him was looking at him with kindness. Thinking that he didn't know much about the affairs of the world at this time, Chen Fei stood up with one hand and leaned over and said, "That's what I'm doing." After a brief pause, Chen Fei added: "Yang Paoto is just a traveler below. You can just call Chen Fei outside. The Dharma name of Jueyuan...... Don't mention it."

"Um?" After hearing Chen Fei's request, Yang Piaotou had a strange look on his face. He only thought in his heart that he had never heard of Shaolin's disciples of the Jue generation. He thought that perhaps it was because his seniority was too small, and it was inconvenient for young people to walk around the world. He hurriedly agreed. The two turned to a hotel next to the road. The generous laughter sounded from time to time, attracting the attention of people around him.

But Yang PaoTou didn't know...

Shaolin abbot Kong Wenwen, the divine monk, was taught by his master, and his Dharma name was Juehui!

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