Shaolin Temple is located on Shaoshi Mountain. It was first built in the Northern Wei Dynasty. Bodhidharma, the founder of Zen Buddhism, once preached here. Shaolin martial arts has been quite famous since the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and has been in the martial arts world for nearly a thousand years.
Although it has experienced many ups and downs, to this day, Shaolin Temple is still the Beidou in the martial arts world. It even has the reputation of "the world's martial arts comes from Shaolin" in the world.
Legend has it that the most precious martial arts scriptures in the Shaolin Temple, the "Yi Jin Sutra" and the "Xin Marrow Sutra" were both created by Bodhidharma. Among them, the "Yi Jin Jing" has been passed down to this day, while the "Xin Marrow Sutra" has been lost in the long river of history.
Lin Tianheng came here not only to see the "Yi Jin Jing" created by Bodhidharma in the legend, but also to learn about the two secret elixirs taught in Shaolin Temple, the Da Huan Dan and the Xiao Huan Dan.
It is said that the Big Return Pill can cure all internal and external injuries, and also has the effect of increasing one's skill. It can basically be regarded as the red pill in the game plus a small experience pill; the Little Return Pill can quickly replenish lost vitality and is a blue pill.
Although Lin Tianheng did not believe that the two were as miraculous as the rumors, getting these two elixirs was undoubtedly a good thing for the Lin family, and if they could repair his Daoji injuries, he brought Lin Yicong here.
In front of Shaolin Temple.
Lin Tianheng gave Lin Yicong a look, and the latter immediately understood and walked slowly to the door of the temple, straightening his clothes along the way.
"Is this benefactor here to offer incense?" The welcoming monk came forward enthusiastically. He treated this person as a distinguished guest and should not be treated lightly.
Who would have thought that Lin Yicong didn't follow the routine at all, and directly summoned up his strong energy and shouted loudly: "The ancestor of the Lin family is coming, the abbot here will quickly lead the monks out to greet him."
The huge sound instantly resounded throughout Shaoshi Mountain, alarming all the monks in the temple. The visiting monk was the most unlucky, being knocked unconscious by the strong sound waves.
When Lin Tianheng saw Lin Yicong acting like this, he couldn't control the twitching of his face even with his cultivation as a great master. His original intention was to ask Lin Yicong to report, but he never expected that this kid was so brave and would just give it to him.
When he came out of the temple and called for a call, he really couldn't laugh or cry.
According to Lin Tianheng's original intention, he just wanted to exchange what he had with Shaolin Temple. After all, people are in high spirits during happy events. He had just gained more than ten years of life and still thought that he could not do anything without taking action. At most, it was an exchange of equal value. He really couldn't sue again.
All kinds of force.
However, after being tricked by Lin Yicong, it seemed that he would not be able to enter the Shaolin Temple unless he did something here.
However, Lin Tianheng could also understand Lin Yicong's mentality at this time. He transformed from a rookie at the peak of physical training to a master at the later stage overnight. Anyone could reach three points. Although it is inappropriate to say that a villain succeeds, it is close to the truth.
Shaolin abbot Fang Zheng, who was meditating and chanting sutras in the Zen room, suddenly opened his eyes and sighed: What a profound skill, this person's martial arts skills are definitely not inferior to that of Lao Monk. He then summoned the monks in the temple and went to meet the enemy.
When he came to the temple gate and saw Lin Yicong, Fang Zheng was surprised again. He never expected that someone with such profound inner strength was just a little boy in his teens.
"Amitabha, I am Fangzheng. Tian is the contemporary abbot of Shaolin Temple. I wonder why the benefactor called me here?" Fangzheng said with his palm on his chest. As an eminent monk, he is the largest sect in the world.
The head of the company would not yell at Lin Yicong, a young man, to kill him as soon as he came up.
"I heard from my ancestor that the Shaolin Temple is the largest sect in the Ming Dynasty, so I wanted to come and see the abbot's style." Lin Yicong saw that Lin Tianheng did not object to his behavior, so he became more and more bold, and he said everything he said. It means challenging the evidence.
"Bold boy." The Shaolin monks had no way of proving such Qi-nurturing skills, and they immediately glared angrily at Lin Yicong, who was uttering arrogant words.
Fang Zheng's eyes fell on Lin Tianheng, who was standing behind Lin Yicong with his hands behind his back. He saw him standing tall in the distance, his clothes were windless, and his eyes were shining. He looked like an expert from outside the world, as if he had not understood " The Shaolin Temple is watching.
Seeing this, Fang Zheng's eyes narrowed, and he could see the whole thing at a glance. If the kid in front of him was so powerful, wouldn't his ancestor be even more unfathomable? Coupled with the other party's casual attitude, it was clear that he was a powerful enemy.
Fang Zheng thought for a while and quickly made a decision. He clasped his hands and said, "Since the young benefactor is so elegant, I should accompany him."
"Brother Abbot, you can't do it! You're just a little thief, how can I ask you to take action personally!" Several eminent monks of the "Fang" generation quickly tried to persuade them. A young boy came to challenge him, and in the end the tired abbot took action himself. If this matter spreads out, , Fang Zheng’s reputation is gone!
Many monks in the temple looked eager to try, as if they were vying to teach Lin Yicong a profound lesson.
"Everyone, please listen to what I have to say." Fang Zheng has a very high prestige in the temple, and he suppressed the objections with just a few gestures. "Now that I have spoken, how can I be fated by breaking my words? You don't need to persuade me any more."
Of course Fang Zheng had his own considerations in doing this. Judging from Lin Yicong's current skill, there were only two or three people in the temple who could be his opponents. Instead of letting him defeat them one by one and show off his power, it would be better for him to do it himself from the beginning. Go into battle and suppress the opponent forcefully.
Although Fang Zheng may be known as a big bully who bullies the small ones, he still managed to keep Shaolin’s reputation.
However, what Fang Zheng is most worried about is Lin Tianheng, who is standing behind Lin Yicong. How high is this ancestor's martial arts and where do they come from? Fang Zheng is really unsure. If not handled properly, the Shaolin Temple may suffer a big disaster. .
"Amitabha." Fang Zheng proclaimed the Buddha's name and stepped forward, "The donor is still young, so I asked the donor three moves first."
"good!"
As soon as the word came out of his mouth, Lin Yicong's whole body shot out like a cannonball, and he punched Fang Zheng in the chest. The force of the punch was like a waterfall, and the force of the punch was like breaking mountains and breaking rocks.
This fist is called "Mountain-Opening Fist". It is a boxing technique that Lin Tianheng acquired in his early years. The power of the fist is unparalleled. If he performed it himself, it would really have the potential to break mountains and crack rocks.
Although Lin Yicong's skills were far inferior to Lin Tianheng's, if an innate warrior were hit in the chest by this punch, his internal organs would be shattered and he would be killed on the spot.
Fang Zheng would not sit still and wait for death. He swayed and his footwork was unpredictable, and he easily dodged Lin Yicong's powerful punch.
"Amitabha, there are two more moves." Once this move passed, Fang Zheng said with a smile.
Fang Zheng could see that although Lin Yicong's punches were fierce, they lacked variety, and his footwork was cumbersome and would not pose a threat to him. He felt relieved and had a smile on his face.
Fang Zheng could see that Lin Tianheng could see it more clearly, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: I thought that this kid suddenly gained profound skills and acted so fiercely, but now it seems that he is a bit of a tiger, with such a fighting style, it's really This handsome face was lost in vain.
As everyone knows, Lin Yicong is a person with a strong temperament. He practices all kinds of fierce martial arts. He just doesn't dare to be bold in front of Lin Tianheng, the ancestor. Now that his skills have greatly increased, he can't help but reveal his true colors.
Come.
"Come again!" Lin Yicong shouted and stepped forward again.
Fang Zheng's footwork was exquisite, and he dodged Lin Yicong's punches while twisting and turning.
"Amitabha, the three moves have been passed, and the donor also received a palm from me!" As he said this, Fang Zheng's figure came erratically, and a big hand suddenly came out from the monk's broad sleeves.