The porters didn't dare to get too close. The masters on the mountain had rules. They and other idlers couldn't get too close to the mountain.
The porter watched an old Taoist priest walking up the mountain.
The porter couldn't help but remind him, "Old Taoist, this is Shaoshi Mountain. The Buddhas on the mountain have rules. No idlers are allowed to go up the mountain."
The porter felt that if the old Taoist angered the monk guarding the mountain, it would be too pitiful for him to be beaten with sticks.
Lao Zhang smiled and said, "Old Taoist, I come up the mountain for business, not just to wait around."
The porter felt that he had kindly reminded him that if the old Taoist did not listen to him and he really suffered a loss, it would have nothing to do with him.
Sure enough, Zhang Sanfeng had just walked less than a hundred meters.
A group of monks guarding the mountain surrounded him.
These monks did not recognize Zhang Sanfeng, "Old Taoist, this is Shaoshi Mountain!"
"Old Taoist is here from Shaoshi Mountain!" Lao Zhang was not as polite as when he begged Shaolin Jiuyang this time. "Old Taoist wants to find Yuan Zhen in your temple to ask about my disciples!"
"This old Taoist is here to cause trouble!" shouted the arrogant monk.
The young and strong monks roared and rushed towards Zhang Sanfeng with monk sticks in hand.
With a sweep of Lao Zhang's sleeves, more than a dozen monks fell to the ground. They all fainted, so Lao Zhang would naturally not kill a bunch of bald heads!
He never looked at the monks again and slowly stepped forward.
The porter saw this scene vaguely from a distance.
He didn't expect that he would meet a god!
To be honest, Lao Zhang now claims that he is a true immortal from the land, which is really not bragging!
Lao Zhang walked halfway and broke off a branch.
The last time he came to pray for Shaolin Jiuyang, he and Zhang Wuji did not go up the mountain. In order to express their goodwill, they just asked someone to inform them.
This time he traveled along the way and saw the Hantan where Master Jue Yuan carried water and the place where he met Guo Xiang.
The old Taoist priest climbed halfway up the mountain in one breath.
Finally the Shaolin monks realized something was wrong.
After a while, a large group of monks rushed down.
"Who dares to come to my Shaolin to cause trouble?" asked a majestic monk.
"The old way is to find perfection!" Zhang Sanfeng replied in a deep voice.
His birth was like spring thunder, and the monks felt their ears buzzing.
The majestic monk asked in disbelief, "Are you Zhang Sanfeng!?"
"Exactly the old way!"
"What are you doing in Shaolin?" the majestic monk asked.
He quickly pushed away his fear.
What's so scary about a hundred-year-old Taoist priest?
"I'm looking for Yuan Zhen!"
"You are looking for my senior brother Yuanzhen!" the majestic monk said angrily. Could it be that senior brother Yuanzhen was injured by Wudang!
This monk's name is round in color, and his temperament is as fierce as fire!
Three days ago, Yuan Zhen fell into a coma at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain and was rescued by the monk guarding the mountain. No one knew who had injured him.
Seeing the red and purple palm prints on his head reminded Kong Zhi of bad experiences again...
Yuan Zhen hasn't woken up until now.
This majestic monk did not open his mouth to explain. He felt that Shaolin did not need Wudang to explain anything.
"Zhang Sanfeng, others give you face! A poor monk won't give it to you!" the majestic monk roared.
Zhang Sanfeng didn't say anything. The majestic monk struck out with the Shaolin Dragon Claw.
His hands are turned into claws and he is extremely fast.
But Lao Zhang stretched out his hand and pinched his paws with one hand. The strong monk hugged his hands with veins.
The dragon's claws now look like two chicken claws!
Lao Zhang raised his hand and gave it away.
Monk Zhuang broke a tree as big as a bowl. When he got up, he found that he was fine.
"The old Taoist is only looking for Yuan Zhen today. If you can't see Yuan Zhen! Then you, Shaolin, will find the best one!" Zhang Sanfeng said in a deep voice.
If he had said this before, Yuan Se would have definitely scoffed.
But now he left a few monks to guard him and led the people up the mountain.
Zhang Sanfeng waited for a while and saw that no one came down the mountain.
He stepped forward directly, and the monks who stayed behind looked at Zhang Sanfeng with a wry smile. Old Zhang waved his sleeves and robes considerately, but he knocked them all unconscious.
Lao Zhang's footsteps are not fast, he is giving Shaolin time.
When he reached the top of the mountain, he finally saw the Shaolin Temple.
Lao Zhang was quite sad to see this temple being built.
Kong Wen stood at the gate of Shaolin Temple with a solemn expression. One hundred and eight warrior monks stood solemnly in front of him.
"Zhang Sanfeng, what are you doing in Shaolin?" Kong Wen said angrily.
"I'm looking for Yuan Zhen!" Lao Zhang said, shaking the branch in his hand.
"Yuanzhen can't see guests!" Kongwen replied with an ugly face.
"I told Monk Na Zhuang that I will call out the best fighter in your temple." When he said this again, Lao Zhang naturally thought it was Shaolin's excuse.
"Set up the formation!" Kongwen shouted.
"Ho! Ha!" One hundred and eight monks immediately spread out.
I saw the monks standing in rows and rows. They were neatly arranged and felt very calm. This formation contained an extremely powerful force, and those who violated it would surely die.
Any expert in the world who stands before this formation will have to lose mentally for a while.
But Lao Zhang just chuckled and rolled up his sleeves.
Once the Arhat Formation is launched, the group attack will be continuous and never-ending. Even if you are not killed by this wheel group attack, you will die of exhaustion over time.
All the monks were heard reciting the Buddha's name in unison, the whole courtyard was filled with strong winds, and the monks' clothes were flying in random directions.
A top-notch expert will feel as if he is plunged into a huge and extremely fast whirlpool, and he can't help but spin and immerse himself. Even if he has unparalleled courage, he will end up exhausted and trapped.
But facing this Arhat formation at this time is Zhang Wudi, who has dominated the world for decades!
It’s Zhang Laodao who practices martial arts while others practice martial arts!
He is the best in the world of Yitian!
So I saw him gently pick up the branch and walk into the Arhat formation.
Kong Wen felt that even if this array of Arhats could not defeat Zhang Sanfeng, it could at least make him pay a heavy price.
But…
That old Taoist Zhang moves in the formation like a dragon, as steady as a mountain, with alternating movements and stillness, strong and soft, coherent momentum, and orderly.
The temptation is endless!
Sometimes a branch is as gentle as the wind, and sometimes it is as strong as the powerful.
The monks were miserable, and finally the branch in Lao Zhang's hand suddenly sped up.
one!
Ten!
Twenty!
Fifty!
a hundred!
The last eight!
They all fell to the ground one after another. Lao Zhang chuckled and said, "This Arhat Formation is quite interesting."
Kong Wen: Amitabha! What kind of thing is this old Taoist priest? Buddha, can't you accept him?
"I'm looking for Yuan Zhen! If he can't see me, I'll find the best fighter in your temple. By the way, Sandu must have made some progress over the years.
You are young, let them do it." Lao Zhang reminded me kindly.
Kong Wen shouted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha! Master Zhang, what on earth are you going to do today? You, you can't be unreasonable!"
A cold light flashed in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes.
"The old Taoist has been teaching the truth to this world for more than a hundred years. But of my two favorite disciples, one committed suicide in Wudang Mountain, and the other's life and death are unknown!
So this time, the old Taoist will be unreasonable with this world!"