"You're ready. The golden bell cover in our Shaolin Temple is divided into two parts: inside and outside. The magical skill of the temple in our southern Shaolin is this golden bell cover. Among the thirty-six rooms, the golden bell cover is the most difficult to practice, but if you practice it, you will be invincible in the world!"

In the martial arts hall, the Yanwu monk who looks like an iron bell is explaining the martial arts of the temple in the South Shaolin to Monk Sanmu: "In the world, only the seventy-two skills of the Northern Shaolin and the thirty-six-room kung fu in our South Shaolin are authentic Buddhist sects. The skills of other sects may be good, but in terms of internal skills and mental methods, there are not many people who can surpass the unique skills of Shaolin. Especially in the southern martial arts world, the outside skills are all kung fu outside the thirty-six-room kung fu, which is much less powerful."

He stood in the martial arts hall and said to the monk Sanmu who was standing in a daze: "The golden bell cover is divided into twelve levels, which is the best internal energy and mental method in our Shaolin. However, in today's world, martial arts are in decline. Not to mention practicing to the twelve levels, there are very few people who practice to the fifth level. I have practiced for more than thirty years before I practiced this technique to the fourth level. However, even if I practiced to the fourth level, it is enough to walk in the world. Although Senior Brother Yankong's powerful Vajra Palm is powerful, it is okay to hit others. Hit, he can't hit me at all!"

"There are also circulating hard qigong iron shirts outside. In fact, it is just an external skill to exercise the outer skin. Compared with the internal skill of the Golden Bell Cover, it is much worse than the inner skill of the Golden Bell Cover! After we practice the Golden Bell Cover to the tenth level, it is the Vajra Indestructible Bodhidharma. It is said that only the original Patriarch Bodhidharma and a limited number of ancestors have practiced to the level above the tenth level."

Yan Wu said to Sanmu for a long time before he began to teach him kung fu: "Practice this kung fu, you have to practice qi first and practice internal skills first. You are like this. You first place your mind in the dantian and think that there is a ball of hot air in the dantian. Then the ball of hot air slowly spreads from the dantian, circles around along the belt meridian, and finally gathers on the top of your head for Baihui, and then... Huh? Why are you asleep?"

I saw the monk Sanmu standing in the hall, his eyes closed, and a slight snoring sound came from his nose, and he was actually asleep while standing.

Yan Wu was very dissatisfied and shouted: "I kindly teach you kung fu. If you don't study hard, you will still sleep? It's so outrageous!"

But practicing martial arts is a matter of mutual indulgence. Even if you don’t teach them, they will ask for learning. Those who don’t want to practice martial arts may not be willing to learn it with a whip.

This is like going to school. Private school teachers teach apprentices, and there are always advantages and disadvantages. It is impossible for everyone to be born to like learning.

Sanmu was demented. He didn't want to learn martial arts and couldn't understand what Yanwu said. This was exactly what Yanwu expected. Therefore, when he saw him sleeping while standing, Yanwu cursed a few times and was not angry.

But in this way, Yan Wu's idea of ​​teaching three-eye kung fu is going to ruin.

As the chief instructor of the Shaolin monk, Yanwu either studied martial arts in the temple or supervised his disciples to practice qigong. Apart from that, there was no activity for entertainment.

He did not like to recite scriptures and follow the Buddha because he had beaten to death before and was ordered by the abbot to leave the temple easily, so he had to hold it in the temple all day long.

But he was in his prime and energetic. After staying in the temple for a long time, he was in a bad mood. Sometimes he wanted to play martial arts and entertainment with others, but everyone was afraid of his fists and feet and did not dare to play with him.

As for the old monks of the Su generation, there are indeed a few skilled kung fu, but Yan Wu could not compete with his elders every day. If they were injured, they would be unbearable.

Therefore, although Shaolin is old, he cannot find a like-minded person at all, which makes him extremely distressed.

Now, a three-mesh monk who was not afraid of him came. How could he not be happy about this?

Although the monk Sanmu was stunned, he was extremely powerful. Yanwu couldn't resist it with one punch and one kick. As the head teacher of the monk, Yanwu liked to be a teacher the most. Seeing the strange power of Sanmu, he was happy to see the hunting, and naturally came up with the idea of ​​teaching Sanmu Kung Fu.

He had no purpose. In fact, he was mainly because he was too energetic and always wanted to find something to do. The so-called "why not do anything that is useless, how can he let a life be saved?", and teaching the skills of a fool monk like Sanmu is Yanwu's "useless things".

"It's not that you can't learn it, it must be that the method I taught was wrong!"

Seeing that Monk Sanmu was unable to practice the golden bell cover he taught, Yanwu did not blame Sanmu, but instead looked for the reason from himself: "The abbot said that he teaches according to his aptitude, and each person has a Bodhi. As long as he can develop his nature, even the stubborn stone can nod. You are not a stubborn stone, you are just a little stupid, and you don't know how to learn kung fu without reason."

He touched his stomach and walked around the monk Sanmu, and said to himself: "The abbot said that you have wisdom, so you will definitely not be wrong. How can a person with wisdom not learn kung fu? It must be that there is something wrong with what I teach!"

Just as he was thinking hard about how to teach Monk Sanmu, Monk Sanmu had already gone down the mountain to learn to hunt with Zhang Guangyuan.

At the beginning, Zhang Guangyuan asked the monk Sanmu to follow him to hunt, but he had a sudden idea and did not give him any hope. However, what he did not expect was that the monk Sanmu seemed to be born as a good hunter, bending his bow and shooting arrows, and shooting arrows without any slightest attack. Whether it is a rabbit, fox, jackal, tiger and leopard, as long as it appears in front of him, there is no possibility of escaping.

In just a few days, Zhang Guangyuan's house was filled with corpses of various beasts.

Seeing Sanmu's ability, Zhang Guangyuan had the idea of ​​marrying him into his son-in-law, but he quickly gave up. He could not ruin his daughter's happiness for a little benefit.

However, the son-in-law didn't have to think about it, but Zhang Guangyuan was no longer dissatisfied with the fact that Monk Sanmu had eaten at his house. In addition to the occasional one or two heads left to eat by himself, the rest were pulled to the market by him and replaced by copper coins, salt, cloth and other things. Life at home was about to change.

Monk Sanmu followed Zhang Guangyuan to hunt all day long, and Shaolin Temple ignored him and let him die. However, Zhang Guangyuan was not stingy and deliberately gave some of the money to donate it to Shaolin Temple for indulgence and oil.

Days have passed day by day. On this day, Zhang Xiaoyue was carrying dry firewood with Monk Sanmu. Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves sounded, and a few fast horses ran over the path. The young man on horseback saw a monk and a girl walking side by side, and couldn't help but be amazed, laughing: "Interesting! Are monks from Nan Shaolin fashionable to marry their wives now? Master Yankong..."

He pointed at Monk Sanmu with a horse whip in his hand: "This master is also from your Shaolin Temple, right?"

A monk riding a horse next to him said, "Young Master Zhang was joking. We Shaolin monks are all people who strictly abide by the rules. They may occasionally have children with wine and meat, or they may have people who kill, but there are no monks who violate the precept of lust."

The handsome young master Zhang laughed and said, "Is that so? I don't believe it!"

He rode his horse to the monk Sanmu and Zhang Xiaoyue, looked at them carefully, and praised: "What a beautiful girl! I never thought that there would be such a beautiful little girl in this deserted village!"

He stopped the horse and smiled at Zhang Xiaoyue, "Miss, I think you don't want to follow this monk, just follow me and guarantee that you will not have to worry about food and clothing in the future!"

Zhang Xiaoyue was startled. Seeing this person looking at him lustfully, he looked frivolous, and was so scared that he hid behind the monk Sanmu quickly, with only his head exposed from the side: "Brother Sanmu, this is a bad guy, you should beat him!"
Chapter completed!