1087. Chapter 1087 One is more arrogant than the other
"Of course it is the first place." Monk Huiping said without thinking: "My master is not only the oldest in the Shaolin Temple, but also the most senior in the Shaolin Temple. He is also the best in Kung Fu in the Shaolin Temple."
"So awesome!" Ma Xiaoyao's eyes lit up.
"Let me tell you, as early as decades ago, my master was the number one master in the Shaolin Temple. Oh, no, to be precise, my master was the number one master in the world. No matter who came to challenge him, he would be the best in the end.
We lost miserably." Monk Huiping said with reverence: "Shaolin Temple has a total of seventy-two stunts, and the master has learned more than sixty kinds of stunts. It is really endless. Since the establishment of Shaolin Temple, he has learned sixty skills at the same time.
There are not many people who have multiple stunts... For example, the host Wuwen of Bodhidharma Academy is very good, right? Lei Dazhuang can't even catch the two moves of host Wuwen, but... the host Wuwen is under the master
I can’t even catch a single move! Now you know how powerful my master is, right?”
"You're not bragging!" Ma Xiaoyao twitched the corner of his mouth.
Even Lei Dazhuang looked surprised.
"Believe it or not, what I said is true anyway." Monk Huiping shrugged and curled his lips.
"By the way, what is your master's name?" Ma Xiaoyao asked.
"My master's name is Yuan, and his dharma name is Yuan Tian." Monk Huiping said.
"Yuan Tian... this Buddhist title is very popular." Ma Xiaoyao exclaimed: "How many eminent monks of the Yuan generation are there in Shaolin Temple?"
"Master is the only one left...Okay, it's getting late. I have to go back. Let's talk about anything tomorrow." Monk Huiping waved his hand casually, then stood up and left.
Lei Dazhuang slowly stood up from the ground and shook his numb arms: "Brother Ma, let's go back."
Ma Xiaoyao glanced at Lei Dazhuang: "Dazhuang, did you really learn a lot from Master Yuantian's boxing just now?"
"Yes." Lei Dazhuang nodded: "Now I wonder if Master Yuantian boxed in front of us on purpose, just to teach us how to practice boxing? It's a pity that my memory is so bad that I only remember a few boxing techniques...
…”
"Both you and Huiping have realized it, why haven't I?" Ma Xiaoyao said to himself, "Am I too stupid?"
"What did you say?" Ma Xiaoyao's voice was too low and Lei Dazhuang didn't hear him clearly.
"Well...it's nothing. It's getting late, let's go back to bed." Ma Xiaoyao let out a sullen breath, turned around and walked towards his residence.
Lei Dazhuang hurriedly followed.
That night, Lei Dazhuang slept very soundly, and he also had a sweet dream. He dreamed that he had become the number one master in martial arts, standing on the top of the mountain, looking down on the sky and the earth. All martial arts practitioners regarded Lei Dazhuang as a master.
Idol ...
Ma Xiaoyao stayed up all night. He couldn't understand. He was obviously very smart. Why didn't he have any understanding? It didn't make sense!
Just after dawn, Abbot Wuxiang's voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Ma, are you awake?"
"Oh, I woke up. I woke up a long time ago." Ma Xiaoyao jumped out of bed, walked over and opened the door. Today Abbot Wuxiang was wearing a white monk's robe, with a red cassock hanging outside the monk's robe. He was holding a
A string of Buddhist beads looks very impressive.
"Mr. Ma, the heads of other sects have arrived at the Shaolin Temple." Abbot Wuxiang smiled and said, "Hurry up and wash up, and then follow me to see them."
"They're here!" Ma Xiaoyao's eyes lit up: "What, how many people are here in total?"
"A total of ten sect leaders came, including the Wudang sect, the Qingcheng sect, the Kunlun sect, the Five Poison sect, the Diancang sect, the Iron Sword sect, and the Lingshan sect.
The sect, the head of Zhenbao Tower, the head of Baihua Valley, and the head of the Tang Sect, each head has brought several disciples, and now they are all waiting in the main hall." Abbot Wuxiang said.
"Tang Clan?" Ma Xiaoyao's eyes suddenly widened: "Abbot Wuxiang, the Tang Clan you are talking about... is the legendary Tang Clan? The Tang Clan that is good at using hidden weapons? The Tang Clan that often appears in martial arts novels
Door?"
Abbot Wuxiang nodded: "Yes, this is the Tang Sect."
"How is that possible? I checked the information and found that the Tang Sect was disbanded a long time ago?" Ma Xiaoyao said in surprise.
"The Tang Sect has not been disbanded, it has just been hidden." Abbot Wuxiang said with a smile: "For hundreds of years, the Tang Sect has been living in seclusion in the mountains and has never had contact with the outside world, so outsiders think that the Tang Sect has disbanded and disappeared.
Yes, actually this is all a misunderstanding. The Tang Sect has always existed, but the strength of the sect has weakened a little, and it is not as glorious as before. Their current head of the family and I are good friends, so I sent him an invitation.
On the one hand, I want to help you, and on the other hand, I want to catch up with the head of the Tang clan, and count the days, we haven’t seen each other for several years."
"Oh, that's it." Ma Xiaoyao nodded thoughtfully.
"Do you still have any questions?" Abbot Wuxiang asked.
"Well, no, I have no doubts." Ma Xiaoyao shook his head.
"Then you go and wash up quickly. I'll wait for you here for a while." Abbot Wuxiang said with a smile.
"Okay." Ma Xiaoyao turned around and returned to the room, washed up as quickly as possible, and then followed Abbot Wuxiang to meet the heads.
On the way, Abbot Wuxiang told Ma Xiaoyao that he originally invited the heads of twelve sects, but two of them were temporarily unable to come. These two sects were the Tianshan Sect and the Ice Palace.
"Mr. Ma, those heads have very weird tempers. You should try not to provoke them." Abbot Wuxiang warned.
Ma Xiaoyao nodded: "I know, I won't provoke them."
Five minutes later, Abbot Wuxiang and Ma Xiaoyao arrived at the meeting hall. There were ten people sitting in the hall, some men and women. Their backs were straight and their eyes were shining. Everyone exuded an intimidating aura.
"Haha..." As soon as he entered the hall, Abbot Wuxiang laughed: "I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long... The person next to me is Mr. Ma, a national civil servant..."
Ma Xiaoyao walked a few steps and saluted the men and women present: "Hello, everyone, my name is Ma Xiaoyao, I am a national civil servant. I invite you here this time because I want to discuss something with you... Exactly
I said, I want to ask everyone for a favor..."
The ten heads sat quietly on chairs drinking tea, without paying any attention to Ma Xiaoyao.
Ma Xiaoyao's face suddenly twitched.
"Ah...Mr. Ma, let me introduce you..." Abbot Wuxiang noticed that something was wrong in the atmosphere, so he quickly came out to smooth things over. He pointed to the male Taoist in the first seat on the left: "This is the leader of the Wudang Sect.
Xuanfeng Taoist. "
"Hello, Master Xuanfeng!" Ma Xiaoyao greeted.
Taoist Master Xuanfeng nodded with a cold expression.
Abbot Wuxiang pointed to the middle-aged man sitting in the second seat: "This is Chen Yunhu, the leader of the Qingcheng Sect."
"Hello, Master Chen." Ma Xiaoyaoke greeted politely.
"Yeah." Chen Yunhu responded lightly.
"This is Pang Guqi, the leader of the Kunlun Sect."
"Pang head is good."
"This is Cang Feitian, the leader of the Diancang Sect."
"Cang Palm is good."
"This is Niu Erlin, the leader of Lingshan Sect."
"Good Niu Dai."
"This is Tie Jianxiong, the leader of the Iron Sword Sect."
"The head of the iron, hello."
"This is Fairy Yun, the head of the Five Poison Sect."
"Hello, the head of the cloud."
"This is Bai Xiaodie, the head of Zhenbao Tower."
"White head, hello."
"This is Hua Linglong, the head of Baihua Valley."
"Hello, the head of the flower."
"This is Tang Linhai, the head of the Tang clan."
"Hello, the master of the Tang family!"
…
Abbot Wuxiang introduced all ten sect leaders, and Ma Xiaoyao greeted them one by one. However, these ten sect leaders all had a cold attitude towards him and did not look at him seriously, which made Ma Xiaoyao very upset.
It's embarrassing.
"Masters, I..." Ma Xiaoyao was about to speak when he was interrupted by Master Xuanfeng, the leader of the Wudang Sect.
Taoist Master Xuanfeng stood up and said, "Sorry, I'm a little tired. I have to go back to my room to rest." After saying that, Taoist Master Xuanfeng left the hall lightly.
"I'm a little tired too."
"I'm tired too."
"I stayed up all night yesterday because I was on my way, and now I'm very sleepy."
"I'm going to take a rest."
…
The other heads also stood up and left. In the blink of an eye, only Ma Xiaoyao and Abbot Wuxiang were left in the hall.
"What...what's going on?" Ma Xiaoyao's face was full of doubts: "Why are they so cold to me? I don't seem to have offended them, right?"
"It's all my fault." Abbot Wuxiang smiled bitterly and said: "When I sent them the invitation letter, I just asked them to come to Shaolin Temple to be guests and talk about old times. I didn't mention your matter. Just now, I told you about your matter.
When I came out, they immediately became unhappy and said that I deliberately deceived them..."
"Then what should we do?" Ma Xiaoyao frowned: "How can they talk about things if they have such a cold attitude?"
Abbot Wuxiang waved his hand: "Wait for two days. When they feel better, you can talk to them again."
"This is the only way." Ma Xiaoyao pouted helplessly.
Abbot Wuxiang hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Ma, I still want to advise you, don't have too much hope. I know these people very well. They have weird tempers and do not recognize their relatives. You want to ask them for help... almost
Impossible."
"No matter what, you have to give it a try." Ma Xiaoyao said: "I still say the same thing: if you work hard, you have hope of success. If you don't work hard, you will never succeed."
Two days have passed.
Ma Xiaoyao tried to contact those heads, but all failed in the end. Those heads were too arrogant and difficult to serve, and they did not give Ma Xiaoyao a good look at all. Ma Xiaoyao almost got angry several times.
Fortunately, the last remaining sanity restrained Ma Xiaoyao, otherwise I don’t know what kind of friction would have occurred.
Ma Xiaoyao punched him bitterly: "It seems like we can't be serious anymore!"
