The Shaolin Temple is indeed in decline. You can tell by looking at the clothes of these monks. The tattered Baina monk robes they wear are like beggars’ robes, but there is a majestic spirit that cannot be concealed. There are more than a dozen strong
As soon as the bald man stopped here, there were iron pillars.
Seeing this group of uninvited guests wearing brocade uniforms, the monks stood scattered casually, but they occupied the best tactical position. If a fight started later, they could also take advantage of it.
The abbot of Xinghua Zen Temple in Xuzhou, this kind of wild fox Zen cannot be judged by others at all. However, after the leading monk looked Xu Da up and down, he put away his contemptuous eyes. After all, Xu Da was a commander-in-chief, so he was not angry.
It made him feel a strong pressure.
The leading monk said: "Follow me, but you are not allowed to ride horses in Tallinn."
Yuan Feng and others dismounted as instructed, and the leading monk's face became slightly kinder. He led the way, and the other monks divided into two groups to hold Yuan Feng and others between them. It seemed as if nothing had happened, but in fact, Yuan Feng was secretly guarding against them.
There is no doubt that the sharp-bottomed wooden barrels in their hands can become a murderous weapon at any time.\
But Xu Da just snorted softly, turned to Yuan Feng and said: "These bald donkeys treat us as six gates to guard us. No wonder they, the life of Shaolin Temple has not been easy these years, how can it be compared to the original scenery?"
, His Highness the Prince may not know that the tune they sang just now was composed by the late Emperor himself, and the monks have been proud of it for a long time."
Yuan Feng nodded and smiled. Shaolin Temple is the Beidou Mountain in the martial arts world. Although it is now in decline due to the suppression by the imperial court, its skeleton is still there. You can tell by the spirit of these monks. Yuan Feng calculated it and saw the thirteen in front of him.
A monk would need at least two hundred Xiliang elite soldiers to suppress them. If it were the Zhou army, it would probably take three times more.
How can there be any reason not to accept such a tiger and wolf teacher?\
When the group came to the gate of the temple, they saw brightly dressed and angry horses. The Zhike monk had already come out to greet them. There are special Zhike monks in the temple who are responsible for welcoming and delivering pilgrims and distinguished guests, as well as dealing with the government offices. Shaolin Temple is an important part of the local government.
The surveillance object naturally needs to be equipped with a knowledgeable and discerning monk.
This great monk was of great stature, tall and big, with a round face and a big belly. His face was shiny and smiling. When he saw the distinguished guests coming, he hurriedly came up to greet them. He clasped his hands and said, "Little monk Yongxin, I welcome you all."
As he spoke, he called for the young novices to come over and help the adults with their horses. As he spoke, the big monk kept smiling on his fat face, looking very kind.
Yuan Feng and others dismounted, leaving a few people to look after the horses. The rest went straight to the Main Hall. As for Yu Hu, he held a bow and arrow and hid in a nearby tree, just in case.
When he came to the main hall, he first worshiped the Buddha and offered money for sesame oil, and then went into the meditation room to talk. Xu Da got straight to the point: "Master Yongxin, we came to your temple to find someone.\"
Yongxin smiled and said: "Although the small temple is not big, there are still hundreds of monks. I wonder what the name of the person the master is looking for is?"
Xu Dadao: "I don't know. This man is over sixty years old. His secular name is Tang He. He entered the Shaolin Temple twenty years ago. I'm afraid there are not many people who meet these two conditions."
Yongxin smiled and said: "I dare to ask, young monk, what do you want to do with this person? You are also a monk. You must know that once you enter Buddhism, your six senses will be pure and you will no longer ask about worldly affairs."
Xu Da said: "I'll let you find it as you please. Where does all this nonsense come from? Just tell him that Xu Da is here, and he will definitely come out."
Xu Da's tone was unkind, but Monk Yongxin still smiled and looked careless. Yuan Feng observed that a young monk left quietly at the door of the meditation room, presumably to spread the news.\
He thought that the official uniform he was wearing must have made the monks wary, so he interjected: "Master Yongxin, we are not evil people. You don't have to worry too much, just let him come out."
Just as Yongxin was about to answer, a young monk suddenly jumped in from outside and said angrily: "Isn't it enough that the government exploits us on weekdays? Now they are bullying each other again. Do they really think that there is no one in our Shaolin Temple!"
Yuan Feng took a look and saw that this person was one of the water-carrying monks just now. He was only in his early twenties and full of energy. No wonder he dared to challenge the "Jin Yiwei".
Yuan Feng was very pleased, at least this showed that Shaolin Temple still had blood.
Yongxin's face turned pale with fright, and he said angrily: "Xiaolong, don't talk nonsense!"
Yuan Feng said deliberately: "According to your wishes, we are not going to take anyone away today?"
Xiaolong said: "No, you can take anyone away, but you have to pass me first. As he said that, he slammed the stick in his hand on the ground!"
Yongxin said anxiously: "Shut up! You're so arrogant! If you don't want to, please back off!"
At this time, the other monks slowly gathered around, holding long sticks in their hands, and they all looked angry. It seemed that the relationship between the government and the Shaolin Temple had really reached a critical point.
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Yuan Feng laughed dumbly and walked out of the Zen room. Forced by his momentum, the monks all took a step back. Then they woke up and puffed up their chests one by one and said: "If you want to arrest people from our Shaolin Temple, go through us first."
One level!"
Yuan Feng took off his waist knife and threw it to Li Mingying. He lifted up his robe and stuffed it into his belt. He smiled and said, "Borrow me a stick to use."
As soon as he finished speaking, a monk standing in front of him felt that his hand was empty and his stick had been snatched away.\
Yuan Feng holds the stick in his hand. Should we come one by one, or together?"
The dignity of the monks was deeply hurt, and they all came up to fight with Yuan Feng. Monk Xiaolong shouted loudly: "Everyone, stand down! I will deal with him!"
The monks moved away one after another, leaving a large open space. Yuan Feng and Xiao Long each held sticks and stared at each other. At this time, Monk Yongxin had already disappeared, and he must have gone to find the abbot master to suppress the monks.
Xiaolong held the stick tightly with both hands and cautiously walked around Yuan Feng, observing Yuan Feng's flaws. Yuan Feng held the stick in one hand and remained motionless. It seemed full of flaws, but there were no flaws at all.
Xiaolong couldn't help it any longer, and rushed forward with a roar. Yuan Feng raised his stick to meet him. The water from the two sticks danced and couldn't be splashed in. All he could see was a white light, and no one could be seen. Suddenly, everything stopped, and Yuan Feng raised one hand.
He held the end of the stick and the other end against Xiaolong's throat, but the stick in Xiaolong's hand couldn't reach Yuan Feng at all.\
Yuan Feng used spear skills, which were different from stick skills, but had the same effect. The monks were stunned, never expecting that the proud Shaolin Kung Fu would be defeated by a six-door Eagle Claw Sun.
Make it unacceptable for them!
Yuan Feng smiled contemptuously, took back his stick and said, "Come again?"
Xiaolong's face turned red, and he roared and pounced on him again. This time Yuan Feng did not let him go. He pressed forward step by step until he could only parry but had no power to fight back. The other monks saw that the situation was not good and did not care about the rules of the world.
They swarmed forward and used thirteen sticks to deal with Yuan Feng.
To be honest, the martial arts of the monks are not weak. It is easy to deal with three or two Yuan Feng, but it is a bit difficult to deal with thirteen people. When he felt overwhelmed, suddenly another person entered the battle group, and a stick
Sweeping thousands of troops, the pressure suddenly relaxed.\
That man is none other than Li Mingying, the number one gunner in the northwest. He usually shoots with a heavy rain pear blossom gun, making ghosts cry and wolf howl in the north and south of Yinshan Mountain. He is also a tough guy who has been killed in an army of ten thousand horses. When these two people join forces, their combat effectiveness is doubled!
Although the monks practiced martial arts hard, they had not gone through a battle, and their quality was still poor. Thirteen of them were defeated steadily by Yuan Feng Li Mingying's golden combination. Xu Da and others watched with gusto and commented.
These monks are no better than the monk soldiers of the past, they just talk the talk but don’t have any hard stuff in their hands.”
"His Royal Highness is still very good, and that young man is also pretty good. It can be seen that he has real skills."
The fighting here was lively, and a group of monks came quickly from behind. In front of them was an old monk with a white beard, wearing a gray cloth monk's robe. He was still in good spirits. When he saw the monks retreating steadily, he immediately shouted: "Stop it."
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Everyone stopped immediately, and the old monk glanced at the imperial guards in scarlet robes outside the door, and said solemnly: "I am the Tang He you are looking for. Don't make it difficult for the monks. I will go with you. If you want to kill me, please do as you please."
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The young monks were anxious and shouted one after another: "Master, no! We will cover your way, so run!"
Tang He shook his head: "I have been hiding as a master for twenty years and caused a lot of trouble to Shaolin. As the saying goes, a monk can't escape the temple if he escapes. I don't want to ruin the eternal foundation of the Shaolin Temple just because of myself.\"
"Well said! What a good old Tang. He still has the same temper as before and shows off his righteousness!" Xu Da laughed and walked out from the side. Taking advantage of Tang He's surprise, he punched Tang He in the chest.
Tang Hexun took action to parry.
Xu Da laughed loudly: "That's right, you're not old yet!"
Tang He said: "Why did you find me?"
Xu Da said seriously: "Lao Tang, it's time to go out. Look who that is."
Tang He turned around and saw that the young Jinyiwei who single-handedly challenged the Thirteen-stick Monk was saluting him with his hands raised, a smile on his face, modest and polite. That figure and look looked so familiar.\
Tang He vaguely seemed to have returned to thirty years ago, holding a ninety-nine steel knife and killing all Hu'er before stopping. The young man who led everyone to resist the violent Yuan was back again.
Tang He's eyes filled with tears and his voice choked with sobs: "My lord, you are back."
Xu Da's loud voice rang out: "Lao Tang, this is the late emperor's orphan, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
Tang He was stunned for a moment and finally came to his senses. The tragic expression on his face gradually faded away. He clasped his hands together and whispered: "Old Jadechi, I have met the donor."
The monks were stunned by this scene. Different from the common people, the Shaolin Temple had deep feelings for the previous dynasty, and their admiration for the late emperor was even greater. They are still singing the song "Shaolin Shaolin" written and composed by the late emperor.
" is the proof. From the conversation between Xu Da and Tang He, we can tell that this young man who was extremely brave and beat them to death is the son of the former Emperor Wu's grandfather, His Highness the Crown Prince!
The monks who had been so angry just now and were unwilling to admit defeat suddenly became convinced and felt even more proud!
It is not shameful to lose at the hands of the Crown Prince. Not only is it not shameful, it is also very glorious. The martial arts are the direct descendants of the late emperor. He thinks he is second in the world, and no one dares to be the first. (Monks are relatively stupid)
Xu Da has a very pertinent comment. The monks of Shaolin Temple have never been able to bear loneliness. They are politicians among monks. The tradition handed down from the Tang Dynasty is to participate in politics, especially the large-scale political storms of dynasty changes.
The monks were influenced by what they heard and saw, and what was instilled in their minds was that Shaolin Temple had been suppressed by the Zhou Dynasty. Everyone had great resentment in their hearts. Now that the opportunity has come, how can they let it go.
The monks all urged Tang He: "Master, come out of the mountain!"
"Master, we are following you! The opportunity for our Shaolin monks to become famous all over the world has come!"
Yuan Feng and Xu Da also looked at Tang He with expectant eyes.
But Tang He just shook his head slightly and said in an old voice: "Please forgive me for not obeying my order."
As soon as he finished speaking, an older and more powerful voice came: "Why don't you go?"
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