Lei Dazhuang immediately fell silent. After a while, Lei Dazhuang asked: "Brother Ma, is what Abbot Wuxiang said true?"
"What's true?" Ma Xiaoyao didn't understand.
"Can you defeat internal martial arts masters even if you practice external martial arts?" Lei Dazhuang asked.
"Wuxiang is also the abbot of Shaolin Temple after all, so he shouldn't lie to us." At this point, Ma Xiaoyao paused: "Besides, we are not great people, so there is no need for Abbot Wuxiang to lie to us."
"That makes sense." Lei Dazhuang nodded: "The unknown monk who is the head of the Bodhidharma Academy has used the Golden Bell. It is indeed very powerful. When I punched him, it was like hitting an iron plate.
, the shock made my wrist numb. If I can practice the Golden Bell Shield, my strength will definitely increase greatly, but it's a pity..."
Ma Xiaoyao rolled his eyes: "I thought of a way."
"What can we do?" Lei Dazhuang asked hurriedly.
"Aren't you very close to that monk Huiping recently?" Ma Xiaoyao said with a smile.
"Yes, what's wrong?" Lei Dazhuang nodded doubtfully.
"Monk Huiping is a disciple trained by the Shaolin Temple. He must know a lot of kung fu." Ma Xiaoyao said with a smile: "Can you ask monk Huiping to teach you kung fu?"
Lei Dazhuang was stunned: "Will Monk Huiping agree?"
"It depends on your method." Ma Xiaoyao said: "In any case, Monk Huiping is young and has limited knowledge. He is easier to deal with than Abbot Wuxiang. As long as you can grasp Monk Huiping's weakness, you can threaten him.
He teaches you kung fu."
"What is Monk Huiping's weakness?" Lei Dazhuang asked.
Ma Xiaoyao pouted: "You need to dig it yourself."
Lei Dazhuang nodded thoughtfully: "I understand, I'm going to dig out Monk Huiping's weaknesses." After saying that, Lei Dazhuang hurriedly left the room.
…
Until dark, Lei Dazhuang did not come back. Ma Xiaoyao called Lei Dazhuang, but his phone was turned off.
"It's already dark, why hasn't Da Zhuang come back yet?" Ma Xiaoyao was a little worried and went out to look for him. When he came to the back mountain square, he saw two figures fighting quickly. When he took a closer look, he turned out to be Lei.
Da Zhuang, Monk Huiping, and Ma Xiaoyao walked over quickly: "Hey, what's going on with you two? Why are you still fighting? Stop it!"
Lei Dazhuang and Monk Huiping exchanged palms, and then each took a few steps back. They were sweating profusely, panting, and obviously very tired.
"What's going on? Why are you fighting?" Ma Xiaoyao asked in a deep voice.
Monk Huiping stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his face, and then said angrily: "Lei Dazhuang deliberately provoked trouble. I had no choice but to fight with him. Oops... the fight lasted for more than an hour, but it made me tired.
broken."
Ma Xiaoyao turned to look at Lei Dazhuang: "Is what he said true?"
Lei Dazhuang pouted: "I didn't want to start a fight, but monk Huiping refused to teach me kung fu, so I started."
"This guy Lei Dazhuang is so unreasonable. I refused to teach him kung fu, so he kept pestering me. He is worse than a scoundrel. I really surrendered to him." Monk Huiping said bitterly.
Ma Xiaoyao glared at Lei Dazhuang, then turned to look at Monk Huiping: "Huiping, why don't you want to teach Dazhuang Kung Fu? Don't you admire Dazhuang very much?"
"I do admire Da Zhuang." Monk Huiping nodded: "But the Shaolin Temple has regulations that the Kung Fu of this temple is not allowed to be taught to outsiders, otherwise you will be severely punished."
"If you don't tell, I won't tell, and Da Zhuang doesn't tell, no one will know." Ma Xiaoyao said.
"There is no airtight wall in the world. If you don't want others to know, you have to do it yourself." Monk Huiping said solemnly: "I am an orphan. Shaolin Temple took me in and raised me. Shaolin Temple is my home. I don't know how to do it."
It may violate the rules of Shaolin Temple, I hope you can understand me."
"There are exceptions to everything." Ma Xiaoyao said with a smile: "You and Da Zhuang are good friends, and friends should help each other..."
Monk Huiping waved his hand: "Stop talking. Even if you talk nonsense, I won't agree. I have my own principles and bottom lines. Don't force me anymore. It's getting late. I have to go back to eat."
"After saying that, Monk Huiping was about to leave.
"Whoosh!"
Lei Dazhuang dodged and stopped Monk Huiping.
"I have made my words very clear, what else do you want to do?" Monk Huiping frowned.
Lei Dazhuang snorted coldly: "If you don't teach me kung fu today, don't even think about leaving!"
"Lei Dazhuang, don't go too far!" Monk Huiping roared angrily: "You really pissed me off. You're so good-looking."
Lei Dazhuang sneered and said: "I still say the same thing, don't even think about leaving if you don't teach me Kung Fu. Today I will compete with you to see who can defeat the other!"
"You...you..." Monk Huiping's face turned blue with anger, his fists clenched and made a "Gaba, Gaba" sound, and his body exuded a strong aura of violence: "Lei Dazhuang, I'm warning you one last time: let me
open!"
"I won't get out of the way, what can you do?" Lei Dazhuang bared his teeth and said.
"Wow... I'm so angry. I'm so angry!" Monk Huiping flew into a rage, raised his fist and hit Lei Dazhuang.
Lei Dazhuang did not dodge or dodge, but also punched.
"Whoa!" A figure galloped from a distance and arrived at the scene in an instant. With a slight lift of his arm, he separated Lei Dazhuang and Monk Huiping.
"Who is meddling in other people's business..." Monk Huiping suddenly raised his head, his eyes bursting with intense anger... Then Monk Huiping was stunned, and then there was a trace of fear on his face: "Master? You... you
Why did you come out..."
Lei Dazhuang and Ma Xiaoyao, who was standing far away, also looked surprised.
An old monk stood there with a smile on his face: "I came out to get some air, and suddenly I saw you guys fighting, so I rushed over... Can't you guys talk properly? Why are you fighting?" This old monk is Abbot Wuxiang's teacher.
Bo, currently the most senior person in Shaolin Temple.
"This... I'm going to tell you, Master, I actually didn't want to fight, but the other side... was just unyielding. In the end, I really had no other choice, so I fought against the other side." Monk Huiping said with a sad face: "The other side insisted on following me.
I refused to learn kung fu, so he kept pestering me. This is the first time in my life that I have seen such a rogue person."
The old monk turned his head and glanced at the angry Lei Dazhuang: "Is what Huiping said true?"
"Uh..." Lei Dazhuang chirped, "That's pretty much it..."
"The Shaolin Temple has regulations that the martial arts of this temple are not allowed to be taught to outsiders. If you want to learn the martial arts of the Shaolin Temple, you must join the Shaolin Temple as a disciple." The old monk said.
"I don't want to be a monk." Lei Dazhuang shook his head: "I love eating meat, and I love the colorful life outside. It is simply more difficult for me to become a monk than to commit suicide."
"Who told you that you have to become a monk?" The old monk raised his white eyebrows: "Don't you know that there is a special kind of disciple in Shaolin Temple? This kind of disciple is called a lay disciple, who can lead people to learn skills.
You don’t have to be a monk.”
"Abbot Wuxiang told us that Shaolin Temple stopped accepting lay disciples a long time ago?" Ma Xiaoyao said in surprise.
"Oh? Wu Xiangzhen said so?" the old monk blinked.
Ma Xiaoyao nodded: "Yes, Abbot Wuxiang told me personally, what? Did Abbot Wuxiang lie and deceive me?"
"Oh, no, he didn't lie to you." The old monk shook his head: "Shaolin Temple has indeed not recruited lay disciples for a long time... As for the reason, it is because lay disciples are too easy to get into trouble, which makes Shaolin Temple often fall into a passive situation.
...Forget it, let’s not talk about this. What, you haven’t eaten yet? Come on, I will take you to eat something good.” The old monk waved his hand and walked away.
Monk Huiping followed him without hesitation, and the master personally entertained the guests. Of course, monk Huiping had to give this honor. If he could take the opportunity to build a good relationship with his master, he would be prosperous.
Ma Xiaoyao hesitated for a moment, then led Lei Dazhuang to follow.
The old monk led everyone around and finally came to an open space. The old monk pointed to the vegetable garden opposite: "Did you see it? I planted all those vegetables by myself without adding any chemical fertilizers. They are rich in nutrients. Today
You guys are in for a treat." While he was talking, the old monk picked some vegetables, washed them with clean water, then set up a pot and started making soup. After more than ten minutes, a pot of fragrant soup came out of the oven.
Everyone sat on the floor, holding bowls and savoring the vegetable soup.
"How is it? How does it taste?" the old monk asked with a smile.
"Tender and delicious, lingering fragrance, delicious, so delicious!" Ma Xiaoyao raised his thumb and praised it profusely: "I have lived for more than thirty years, and I have never tasted such a delicious soup."
"Not bad, not bad, it tastes very good." Monks Lei Dazhuang and Huiping also kept praising it.
"If it tastes good, drink more." After receiving everyone's approval, the old monk was in a good mood: "Let me tell you a little secret. My father is the royal chef in the palace. His main responsibility is to cook for the emperor, queen, and concubines.
Due to my father's influence, I also love cooking, but my skills are far behind my father's."
"What? Your father is the royal chef of the palace?" Ma Xiaoyao stared at the old monk blankly: "Master, are you kidding me?"
"Do you think I'm joking?" The old monk said calmly: "Everything I said is the truth."
"Master, you are only in your sixties this year, right? Your father should be no more than a hundred years old, right? As far as I know, the Qing Dynasty has been destroyed for more than a hundred years. How could your father be the royal chef of the palace? At this age
I'm sorry!" Ma Xiaoyao said.
The old monk glanced at Ma Xiaoyao: "Who told you that I am over sixty years old? Listen carefully, I am already one hundred and one years old this year. If my father is still alive, he should be one hundred and thirty-eight years old this year.
"
"Uh!" Ma Xiaoyao's eyes almost popped out of his head: "Did I hear you correctly? You are one hundred and one years old this year?"
