It wasn't until the final episode of The Condor that Zhang Junbao came to prominence. Then he became active in Yitian.
If the guess is correct, he should be in the world of Condor Shooting.
So what opportunities are waiting for you in the Shaolin Temple in the World of Condor Shooting? Obviously, the Nine Yang Magic.
This Nine-Yang Divine Art became the three major sects of Emei and Kongtong in Wudang. Although it is more because the founders of the three major sects are very awesome, there is no doubt about the role of the Nine-Yang Magic on the three major sects.
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Later, Zhang Wuji became one of the best masters in the world because of the Nine-Yang Magic. It was all because of the Nine-Yang Magic. Otherwise, he would have died of the cold poison long ago.
Later, Zhang Wuji even became the Ming Cult's Great Shift of the Universe in one day, which surprised countless people. The explanation given by Zhang Wuji was that he had practiced the Nine Yang Divine Art and used it as the foundation, so he could achieve it so quickly.
Bei Ming Sheng Gong.
Regardless of whether it is true or not, there is no doubt that the Nine Yang Divine Art played a decisive role in Zhang Wuji.
I just don’t know if it’s too early now or if there is no Nine Sun Magic Art yet. Shi Lei chuckled and shook his head: “Now that he has come to Shaolin Temple, whether it is there or not, he has to go and take a look.”
Although it was his first time to come to this world, Shi Lei still slept beautifully in the temple all night. After breakfast, a young monk came over and said: "Little donor, the abbot said that it is not convenient for the temple to receive guests now. This is for you."
The cost of transportation.”
Shi Lei said: "Can I meet Master Abbot?"
"Please come with me!"
The two came to a monastery, and the young monk left on his own. Shi Lei looked at the abbot meditating inside and clasped his hands together: "Master abbot."
"Well, the little benefactor is polite. I wonder what the little benefactor has to do with me?"
Shi Lei looked at the abbot and said, "Master abbot, I wonder if I can copy two Buddhist scriptures to comfort my parents and the fellow villagers."
The abbot nodded: "The little benefactor is interested. In that case, Zikong will take you there."
"Thank you, Master."
After bidding farewell to the abbot, Shi Lei, led by monk Zikong, came to the Sutra Collection Pavilion. Zikong said: "Little donor, you can find the Buddhist scriptures you need here to copy. But you are not allowed to go to the second floor. I will send you a meal at noon.
.After eating, you can leave."
Shi Lei nodded. After Zi Kong left, Shi Lei began to read through the Buddhist scriptures. He remembered that the secret book of Nine Yang Magic was in a book called "Lenga Sutra".
It is not that easy to find the "Langha Sutra" among thousands of volumes of Buddhist scriptures. However, Shi Lei's luck is not too bad. After half an hour, he found the "Langha Sutra" located in a corner.
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"start."
Shi Lei opened the scriptures with great interest and read them word for word. Until the end, Shi Lei didn't see anything wrong.
Could it be that the Nine Yang Divine Art has not been born yet? Shi Lei continued to check the book without giving up. In the end, he was pulled out from the mezzanine.
This method simply cannot stand up to scrutiny. Start copying.
"Let him be strong, let him be strong, the breeze blows on the hills. Let him be unruly, let him be unruly, the bright moon shines on the river. If he is cruel, he will be evil, and I will be full of energy..."
At noon, the young monk brought food and looked at the scriptures copied by Shi Lei. However, Shi Lei had now replaced it with the original text of the Lankavatara Sutra. Naturally, the young monk found no abnormalities.
Shi Lei finished copying the Nine Yang Divine Art and exhaled a breath: "Let's copy some other Buddhist scriptures."
At this moment, the aroma of wine filled the air. A fat monk wearing tattered cassocks instantly appeared in front of Shi Lei, laughing drunkenly: "You little kid, you are interesting, interesting!"
Shi Lei was shocked: "Who are you?"
"Hahaha, who are you asking me? The one you copied just now was written by me. And you are asking me who I am."
Shi Lei was shocked again. The words "Doujiu Shen Monk" almost blurted out. However, he still smiled and said with a confused look: "Oh, that was written by you. What do you think of what I wrote? I have to copy other words.
Where’s the Buddhist scriptures?”
"Oh? So you don't know what the one just now is? Then why are you copying it?"
Shi Lei secretly slandered in his heart: This Shaolin Temple is really weird. The masters are either sweeping the floor, lighting fires, or growing vegetables. Here comes another meat-and-wine monk.
But now Shi Lei was talking more and making more mistakes, so he had no choice but to say: "I don't know either. Anyway, I think that thing is actually hidden in that book, it should be a good thing. And they also said that this first-level thing
I can copy it at will. So I will copy it."
"Yeah, that's right. I don't care if you do it intentionally or not. Since you want to learn from me, are you interested in becoming my teacher?"
The wine-fighting monk took out a chicken drumstick and started to chew it. One bite of chicken drumstick and one sip of wine. It was really a satisfying meal.
Shi Lei asked: "As your apprentice, will your martial arts be very high?"
"Well, I don't know. I don't like fighting with others. It should be okay. How about it? Do you want me to be your teacher, little baby? As long as you become my teacher, I will personally teach you the martial arts that I just copied.
And there are many martial arts secret books from Shaolin Temple."
Shi Lei's eyes lit up, but then he asked: "I would like to become your teacher. But I don't want to be a monk."
The Doujiu God Monk waved his hand: "If I want to accept you as a disciple, I want you to be a monk. If you are not a monk, how can I accept you as a disciple?"
Shi Lei was confused: "Don't there already be lay disciples in Shaolin Temple?"
The wine-fighting monk chuckled: "I will train you to be a genius in Shaolin Temple. Then I will let you drink and eat meat with me. Hahaha, that should be quite interesting."
Shi Lei: "......"
"I don't want to be a monk, I definitely don't want to be a monk!"
The Doujiu God Monk smiled and said: "That's not possible. This is a martial arts secret book. If they know that you secretly copied the martial arts secret book in the Shaolin Temple. Hahaha, you kid will never even think about leaving the Shaolin Temple.
So you can only worship me as your teacher now. Well, let’s do this. If you don’t want to be a monk in the future, that’s fine. But the premise is that if you defeat me, I will let you return to secular life. How about that?”
Shi Lei had no choice but to nod in the end. This monk was so helpless. It felt like he just wanted to create a fair-weather monk like him, so he accepted him as his disciple.
"Then just wait. I will definitely defeat you within ten years."
Although this guy is a fair-weather monk, his seniority in the Shaolin Temple is quite high. He is one generation higher than the abbot and the others. Even the abbot had to call him uncle when he saw him.
After being harassed by the wine-fighting monk for a while, Master Abbot had no choice but to give Shi Lei a degree and then put on the ring scar. A handsome and cute little monk was born.