"Junior Brother Yan Kong actually injured his junior brother who was guarding him and ran away!"

In the Pichai courtyard, Yan Wu looked at the Sanmei Monk who was cutting the Chai with a sad face: "The two nephews who guard Yan Wu are now seriously injured and the other has gone!"

He looked a little haggard and sighed: "The two nephews are all powerful Vajra palms. The bones are broken and the internal organs are severely damaged. Except for Yankong, no one in the world can have such palm power. But Yankong just wants to escape, why should he kill the disciples in the sect? Now the abbot has sent thirteen monks from the Precepts Hall to capture him. Because Yankong's kung fu is too powerful, only I can take action, so I will go down the mountain this time!"

Yanwu found a tree stump and sat down slowly, and whispered: "Sanmu, sometimes I envy you very much. I have no worries and can learn the most profound martial arts. Unlike me, although I became a monk, I still have many worries."

He took out a few volumes from his arms and said with a smile: "I always feel ominous when I go there. After going down the mountain, I will not know how long it will take to come back. I have already recited all the skills of the Vajra Indestructible Body. Now I will recite the skills of the Great Vajra Palm and the Great Eagle Claw. I hope that after listening, you can practice all these skills to the highest level."

Monk Sanmu continued to chop firewood with an axe in his hand, and the sound of clicking was endless. He was indifferent to what Monk Yanwu said, but the method of chopping firewood changed.

When he was chopping wood, he would bend over and take out a piece of log and then use an axe to split it into several pieces. But now the action of chopping wood has changed. Under Yan Wu's gaze, he raised his foot and stomped on the ground gently. A small piece of log on the ground jumped up. When the log was still in the air, a cold light flashed and it was split into two pieces by the axe in the three-eyed hand.

Just as the two pieces of firewood were about to fall to the ground separately, the cold light flashed again, and the two pieces of firewood turned into four pieces. This technique and force of chopping firewood was extremely clever, far beyond Yan Wu's imagination, and I couldn't help but applaud.

When he talked about Yan Kong just now, he was a little worried, but after seeing the monk Sanmu's two axes in the air, his eyes suddenly shone, forgot everything, and shouted, "How did you chop it?"

Yanwu is a famous martial arts fanatic in Nan Shaolin. When he saw his advanced kung fu, he wanted to understand it. Fortunately, he was a teacher, otherwise he would not have taken the initiative to teach a stupid guy like Sanmu.

Now that I saw Sanmu's method of chopping firewood, I felt very novel. I asked for an axe from Sanmu's hand and shouted: "I'll try it!"

He was learning the three-purpose look and stomped his feet gently. After a piece of log on the ground flew up, he raised his axe and chopped it away. With a "bang", the axe blade was embedded in the log and could not be split into two pieces.

Yan Wu was dissatisfied: "This is just wood. My speed is not as fast as you and my strength is not as strong as you. But it shouldn't be difficult to split a piece of wood in the air. It must be because I used the wrong force."

He thought for a while and handed the axe to Sanmu: "You split it again and let me see."

Three eyes took the axe expressionlessly, and still split the flying wood into four pieces as before. When the axe chopped wood in the air, there was no movement at all. Naturally, there was no sound of breaking the wind, and the trajectory that was traversing in the air had an indescribable touching beauty.

Yan Wu looked at Sanmu Chibi, and felt something in his heart. Some thoughts arise from his mind, but he couldn't catch them for a while. After thinking for a while, he had to give up and smiled at Sanmu, "When I read these martial arts to you first. After reading them, I will learn how to chop firewood from you."

After listening to Sanmu, Yan Wu found another axe from nearby and learned to chop firewood with Sanmu. After spending a long time, he finally could split a piece of log in two in the air. He suddenly shook his body and thought of something: "Yankong's cultivation of the Great Vajra Palm is fine. His skill is not as deep as mine, so he can't hit me at all. Only Liuyun Feisleeves are difficult to resist. Liuyun Feisleeves are very varied in the air and are difficult to guard against. In addition, they are soft and very unforced. If you want to break his Liuyun Feisleeves, you must use your extremely accurate head and sharp blade to cooperate with your strength." And this method of chopping firewood is a good way to deal with Yankong's Liuyun Feisleeves!"

Thinking of this, Yan Wu was energetic and looked at Sanmei, who was still expressionless next to him, and his heart moved: "Sanmei, did you deliberately show it to me?"

The three eyes were still as if the gods were not in a face, and the movements of chopping wood were not changed at all.

After Yan Wu asked a few questions, he saw that he had no reaction, so he stopped asking, but he did not leave. He sat beside him and watched blankly, three eyes split the logs into pieces of wood. The more he looked, the more he felt more and more wonderful. Every trace of the three eyes swung the axe was filled with a special magic. Every time the axe was slashed, it was at the most appropriate position, and then gently split the hard wood along the texture without any effort.

His movements seemed to contain this indescribable truth and truth. It seemed that everything should be like this. The wood should jump into the air, the axe should slash at this time, the force should be so strong, and all movements should be so coherent.

Until Sanmu left, the action of Sanmu chopping firewood continued to appear in his mind.

So when Yanwu went down the mountain, he specially found a pair of axes from the temple and held them in his hand, and never brought the rest of the weapons.

After Yanwu left Shaolin, the entire Chaiyuan was quieter than before. The three-eyed dried firewood had already filled the entire courtyard, which was enough for Shaolin Temple to burn for a year, so there was no need to be busy anymore.

So Sanmu no longer went to the Chichaiyuan, but only went to the hall to listen to the scriptures when the monks were chanting scriptures. The rest of the time they sat in the house, and sometimes they walked around aimlessly in the courtyard. They were like wandering souls, becoming the strangest person in Shaolin Temple.

More than a month after Yanwu left Shaolin, a huge noise suddenly came from the foot of the mountain. A monk ran into the temple with blood all over his body and shouted: "Abbot, it's not good! Yankong colluded with the government and said that our Shaolin Temple planned to rebel premeditated and has now led a large number of troops here!"

Zen Master Su Zheng walked into the courtyard and saw that the monk was a monk who went down the mountain to capture Yankong. He was shocked and said, "Where is Yanwu? Why didn't he come?"

The disciple said: "Abbot, after he injured Yan Kong, he injured his left leg with a trick. He is now recuperating in a cave."

He said anxiously: "Abbot, it's not the time to talk about this now. Let's run away quickly! If you don't run away, the officers and soldiers will come up the mountain!"

At this time, Su Xin, Su Shan and others also came over, and they were shocked when they heard this: "What's going on? Why is Yan Kong so vicious?"

Su Zheng shouted, "Junior Brother Su Xin, hurry up and go and catch the bell to gather the disciples, send a few people to the foot of the mountain to find out the situation, and the rest are ready to leave in batches. Junior Brother Su Shan, you guys go to Zangjian Pavilion to pack up the important scriptures inside, pack them up, and take them away, and lead the children in the temple to escape first... No, you can't go to the back mountain. Since Yan Kong dropped by the court, he is familiar with all the places in the back mountain, and if he hides it, he will be found by the officers and soldiers."

He said this and said to Su Xin: "There are still a few horses in the backyard. Go and put the carriage on and take the carriage to hide at the foot of the mountain first. If the officers and soldiers really encircle Shaolin, then you will take the scriptures and children and find ways to hide. If you hide far away, never go back to Shaolin again!"

Su Xin did not dare to neglect her, so she hurriedly took the order to find someone to get a car. The other elders also started packing up their things and preparing to run away under Su Zheng's instructions.

Just when the entire Shaolin Temple was in chaos, Zhang Xiaoyue came to Shaolin Temple and saw the monks in the temple so panic, and said strangely: "Hey, why are you so messy? Where is Brother Sanmu? I have something to tell him!"

She carried a bamboo basket and said with a smile: "I made some buns and prepared to give them to him. Where is he? Please help me find him."

Because Zhang Xiaoyue often gave food to her, many monks knew her. When she saw her coming to the temple quietly, a monk whispered: "Xiaoyue, go quickly! This place is very dangerous!"

At this moment, several monks screamed: "The officers and soldiers are here, and there are so many people, they are pulling a cannon!"

boom!

A loud noise came, and a big hole was broken on the roof of the Main Hall, and then a sound rang out from a distance: "Shoot the arrow! No one can be left!"
Chapter completed!