Zhang Ren squeezed into the crowd and found that this was actually a stall for performing arts. The stall owner was a bald man, at least 1.9 meters tall, and his body looked strong and muscular.
Looking at the stall's sign, the words "chest is broken by a big stone" are written crookedly on it.
Chest broken? Zhang Ren had seen the secret on the Internet before he traveled through time. A person lay on the ground, covered with a big stone, and then someone hit the big stone with a hammer. The stone shattered and the person was fine. To put it bluntly, the power of the hammer was concentrated on one point, and the stone The force can be dispersed very well, and the acceleration of the stone is very small, so it will not cause any harm to the people below. Of course, it would be a different matter if the person using the hammer could hit a cow across a mountain.
For this kind of performance, it can only deceive the people who love to watch the excitement. Zhang Ren really has no idea. He was just about to go out, but he saw the bald stall owner leaping to the wall of the courtyard along the street with just one hand. Qinggong made Zhang Ren stop in his tracks.
The bald stall owner seemed to be exercising his kung fu. In just a few breaths, the tendons all over his body grew in size at a speed visible to the naked eye. This made Zhang Ren take a breath. This kung fu was amazing. , it will get bigger if it says it will get bigger, but I don’t know if it can affect the local area.
As if he was ready, the bald stall owner jumped up high again, turned a somersault in the air, and then fell to the ground. He leaned his body back in a somewhat weird posture, and finally landed on his chest first, while the ground The big stone that had been prepared for a long time also cracked in response.
Zhang Ren was secretly surprised. This was a big stone smashing his chest. This damn thing was a big stone smashing his chest. If this was an ordinary person, he would have died eight times long ago.
The bald stall owner seemed to have no intention of stopping. He jumped up high again, this time with his head downward in an exaggerated manner. The people watching at the scene were so nervous that they dared not breathe. If they hit their heads against a stone, it would really be a disaster.
There was only a crisp "pop" sound at the scene. The bald head came into close contact with the big stone. The big stone shattered in response, but the bald stall owner got up. Not to mention wounds, there were even a few scratches on his head. There are no traces.
Nowadays, Zhang Ren is no longer a novice in martial arts. Even if he has not seen many types of kung fu, he can more or less see some skills. And this bald stall owner is practicing tyrannical kung fu.
The bald stall owner exercised his skills and exhaled a breath, and the bulging muscles on his body immediately returned to their original appearance. He didn't seem to be good at words. He held a broken bowl in his hand and started asking for rewards from the crowd.
Although they are living and working in peace and contentment these days, ordinary people are not considered rich. Even if they have some extra money, they secretly save it to prevent famine. It is okay for the people to see the excitement, but when it comes time to give rewards, there are not many people. Give money.
The bald stall owner walked around in the crowd for a long time and only got three to five copper coins. However, he was not angry and continued to walk through the crowd until he stretched the bowl to Zhang Ren, who directly threw a tael into the bowl. silver.
Directly using money to reward people can no longer be described as generous. It can be said to be inhumane. The bald stall owner's face has finally changed.
He carefully put the silver into his arms, clasped his hands together, and said to Zhang Ren, "Thank you so much, donor."
donor? Zhang Ren tilted his head and asked, "Are you a monk?"
The bald man nodded first, then shook his head and said, "The poor monk Wu Peng has returned to secular life."
Zhang Ren said: "You have returned to secular life, how can you still be a poor monk?"
Wu Peng said: "Reciting sutras and reciting Buddha's teachings has become a habit for many years."
Zhang Ren was puzzled and asked: "I'm used to it, why are you still secular?"
Wu Peng said: "The poor monk still has obsessions in his heart, which are not pure in the world."
Zhang Ren looked Wu Peng up and down and thought to himself, "Looking at your age, you must have fallen in love with some girl." Zhang Ren didn't say this, he just gave Wu Peng a look and said, "I understand, I understand."
Wu Peng is full of question marks, you know? What do you understand? Do you understand?
But before Wu Peng could ask, Zhang Ren patted Wu Peng's muscles again and asked, "Monk, what kind of horizontal kung fu did you just use?"
Probably because Zhang Ren gave him enough money, Wu Peng took the trouble to answer: "Shaolin Iron Cloth Shirt trained by a poor monk."
Zhang Ren's eyes were filled with stars, "No wonder it's so powerful. It turns out to be Shaolin's Kung Fu. Your Kung Fu looks amazing. Do you really want to be as powerful as you want?"
Wu Peng thought for a while and said: "As long as you cooperate with the corresponding exercises and distribute the internal force wherever it is, it will appear larger."
I don’t know if there are meridians there, and whether the internal force can be distributed there. Well, there should be, otherwise how could there be Iron Yin Gong in Jianghu? This kung fu is really dirty, but I like it so much. If I master this kung fu, I will definitely marry more wives in the future. Zhang Ren thought and looked at Wu Peng again. No wonder this monk wants to return to secular life.
Zhang Ren rubbed his hands and looked like a businessman. He looked around and whispered: "Monk, can you give me this skill? I will give you more money."
Wu Peng shook his head and said: "Money is something external to the body, and vulgarity cannot be tolerated. Besides, the poor monk has returned to the secular world, how can he teach Shaolin martial arts to others privately?"
But Zhang Ren couldn't help but cursed: "If you don't want to teach me, I won't teach you. Why are you telling me that money is an external thing and it's vulgar? Since you, a monk, said that, why don't you give me back my one tael of silver?"
Wu Peng quickly clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, since the poor monk has returned to the secular world, let's do the secular things."
After saying that, Wu Peng turned around and used a somersault technique and chose to leave. What a joke, he already had the money, there was no reason to give it back.
Zhang Ren secretly spat, "What a bald donkey!"
"You two are really talking to each other." But at some point, Zhao Shannan was shaking his folding fan and stood beside Zhang Ren.
Zhang Ren was startled by these sudden words, and he said: "You know how scary people are, and how scared they are to death? You don't even make a sound when you walk?"
Zhao Shannan shook his head and said: "What a pity, what a pity."
Zhang Ren was puzzled, "What's the pity?"
Zhao Shannan looked at Wu Peng's retreating figure and said, "This monk borrowed a lot of money from me, but his life is at stake. I'm afraid he won't be able to pay it back to me."
Zhang Ren said: "You are really a charlatan. Didn't you just say that man can conquer heaven and that the most important thing is choice? Just now, you turned around and said that the monk's fate is bound to die?"
Zhao Shannan shook the folding fan in his hand and said, "This monk has already made his choice."
Zhang Ren, on the other hand, doesn’t want to deal with this charlatan anymore. You’ve already said it, isn’t it all your fault?
Seeing that Zhang Ren was silent, Zhao Shannan spoke again: "The Shaolin Iron Shirt is indeed a good horizontal training technique, but it doesn't have the effect you have in mind."
When this was mentioned, Zhang Ren seemed to be invigorated and said: "Oh? How do you say it?"
Zhao Shannan said: "Iron cloth shirt is not so easy to practice. You need to practice boy skills first, then cultivate inner strength, and then cooperate with platoon exercises to achieve the results of this monk. It can't be practiced in ten years." .”
Zhang Ren calculated that he was about seventeen or eighteen years old now. After ten years of training, he would be twenty-seven or eighty-year-old, just in time to marry a few more wives.
But who knows, Zhao Shannan changed the topic and said: "I forgot to mention the most important thing. Boy's Kung Fu is the foundation. If the body is broken and the Yang Qi leaks, the foundation will be broken. By then, the iron cloth shirt will Ability will also be reduced to one out of ten."
Zhang Ren said with a sad face, "I suddenly felt that this iron cloth shirt no longer smells good."
Zhao Shannan didn't say anything more, but left with a smile while waving his fan.
