Han Shaer thought for a moment and agreed. For his own efforts, Prajna Divine Palm cannot be regarded as reciprocal reward. Shaolin has an urgent need and cannot just sit back and watch.
I didn’t ask my disciples to go out for wine and meat. Xie Hou was puzzled. Doesn’t Buddhism abstain from eating meat? I didn’t clear up my doubts. Which discipline do you guys abstain from? The war is coming, and strengthening physical strength is the best way. Xie Hou followed his words and climbed over the wall to get ten of them.
Ten chickens, roast duck and two jars of wine made Han Shaer greedy for many days, and he was so happy that he let his belly go and feasted.
I copied it day and night, one hundred single steps, each with nine decomposed palm techniques. I only practiced it once, and I was not very familiar with it. I took a nap and it was time to play. Han Shaer had a quarrel and said that this is the fun.
...
Under the octagonal pavilion, Ben Wu was dressed in cassocks, with white hair and a childish face, looking like an immortal. Ben Wu was happy, and the monk was happy. The second hall master respectfully praised: "Congratulations, Master! Congratulations, Master! You have been promoted to the eighth level, and the shackles are off!" Ben Wu smiled brightly.
: "Amitabha! The donor is so complimentary! Since the donor came here with sincerity, how can our temple dare to neglect him? Unfortunately, the old monk is already old, so why not let the old monk and his lay disciples, the young knight Ben Yue, accompany the donor to learn from each other. How about that?"
The second hall master's face turned cold: "This month's young hero?"
Han Shaer hehe: "It's me! Why, doesn't it look like a young hero?" The second hall master suppressed his anger: "I'm afraid I accidentally hurt my little friend!" Han Shaer said carelessly: "You're welcome, just let go of your hands and feet.
!" The second hall master clenched his fist fiercely, with a fierce look in his eyes: "Then you'll offend me!" Han Shaer gave a bow: "It's not in the way, it's not in the way, you have the nerve to offend me, I have the nerve to offend you - come on
!”
The wind from the palm came towards my face with heat! Han Shaer dodged the front and returned the palm... The wind in the palm was fierce, intertwined with the cold wind, and turned into wisps of mist. The earth was shaking.
, the Octagonal Pavilion was shaking, and the branches not far away were gently broken... The people watching the battle gradually retreated, and then retreated.
In the mist, I couldn't see clearly how the two people's figures were changing. I could only feel a strong field, impacting outwards, pressing... "Click", one of the pillars broke, "Crack, click", everything
All the pillars were broken, and the Octagonal Pavilion suddenly collapsed! Two afterimages suddenly appeared, and the fierce battle continued on the abandoned pavilion.
Time passed by minute by second, and suddenly, Han Shaer said "ah", and the second hall master screamed "ouch" in pain, and then lost his voice... No one dared to break in rashly, and the mist drifted away after a while.
, only to realize that the two of them were several feet apart, sitting cross-legged facing each other.
The second hall master's tone was gloomy: "The silver needle hidden weapon is not included in the Palm Techniques. The kid should have lost!" Han Shao'er lied: "I'm sorry, I brought it with the Palm Wind - didn't you also bring along the stones and fallen leaves?"
Is that so?" After all, my routine was unfamiliar, and I accidentally received a slap on the chest. I reacted subconsciously and shot the needle, hitting the opponent's acupuncture point, but I couldn't admit it. The second hall master didn't want to suffer the disadvantage of being dumb: "Hahaha!
Open attack and secret attack, Shaolin acted like this, I just gave up and lost to the hidden weapon! Hahaha!" Benyou, Benyou's face was very embarrassed, Han Shaer hurriedly said: "No! This is the first half.
, there are three chapters in the second half, whoever traps who will lose?"
"Respect is worse than obeying orders!" The second hall master opened the acupuncture point with luck, forced the needle out, and shot it back, "Give it back to my little friend!" Han Shaer volleyed and retrieved it, hehe, I am not willing to give it to you! Pretend to challenge : "A fight now or a fight after eating? I'm hungry." He thought to himself, boy, your acupuncture points are recovering slowly. No matter how familiar I am, I will definitely beat you up! If you can't beat me again - hehe, go Grandma! Sorry, I made up an excuse to stab you!