Lu Yuxuan said: "Ah... I accidentally ended up in the Shaolin Temple."
At this time, everyone turned around the cliff and looked forward. Sure enough, they saw a large red mountain gate with three doors. Behind it, among the tall pines and green cypresses, were several halls with red walls and gray tiles and countless houses. Sure enough, It is a magnificent Buddhist temple, and it is the Shaolin Temple, the first famous temple in Zhongyue.
Hun Weiming shook his head and said with a smile: "Nan Ba, both of us are Shaolin lay disciples, but we don't know that the ancestral court is here. It's not as clear as a Taoist disciple of Lu University."
Hun Weiming's master was Master Liu of Huangmei Shuangfeng Mountain, while Nan Jiyun's master was Old Magic Mirror of Chisong Mountain. Although these two masters' kung fu came from the Buddhist lineage, they were two exceptional masters.
Master Liu was a recorder in Qizhou and joined the army. He was the "master record" in ancient times. He wandered into the officialdom and became a rankless and idle clerk. Who knew he was a martial arts master? People like Hun Weiming, who was born in the market, had a different temperament with him. Therefore, after Hun Weiming practiced martial arts, he showed himself as a wealthy businessman, without any of the style of a martial arts master.
Nan Jiyun's master is even more legendary. He claimed to be from Chisong Mountain, but he walked around the streets all year round and made a living grinding mirrors for others. People in the Tang Dynasty used bronze mirrors, which needed to be polished frequently, otherwise they would soon become blurry and their faces would not be able to be seen clearly. The old man Jing did the most humble job. Nan Jiyun was a poor young man who made a living by sailing for others, so he got to know the old man grinding the mirror who also made a living by the water. The old man loved him for his generosity and righteousness, so he taught him the martial arts. The four unique skills of sword, spear and bow.
Although the martial arts of these two masters came from Zen Buddhism, they were both masters who lived in seclusion in the city. Therefore, although they could be called Shaolin lay disciples, they had never been to the Shaolin Ancestral Court.
Lu Jiong gave a rare smile and said: "Although I studied under Master Zhang Tianshi of Maoshan, Songyang Temple and Maoshan are in the same line. When I was a child, I often visited the temples in Songyang, and I am very familiar with the temples and temples in Songshan Mountain. If Lu Lang had already We said we want to go to Songyang Temple. We have already settled in here, but we don’t need to walk so many more mountain roads.”
While everyone was having a good time, they suddenly heard someone shouting: "A good girl is a thief. Do you think we can't find her when she sneaks in from the mountainside?"
Looking through the moonlight, I saw a group of gray-clothed monks holding eyebrow-level sticks blocking the way on the mountain road. Lu Yuxuan hurriedly stepped forward and crossed his hands and said, "Masters, you have misunderstood. We are not thieves, but merchants passing by. We did not want to get lost in the mountains and entered the Shaolin forbidden area by mistake."
The tall monk at the head looked around at everyone with squinting eyes, and said: "Hey... I said you entered by mistake, but you know this is the Shaolin Temple. Everyone is dressed in different colors, and they all carry weapons. But this gentleman said he was a merchant, and you don’t even believe it, do you?”
Everyone couldn't help but laugh when they looked at themselves. Jiang Shuo and Dugu Xiang were wearing the clothes prepared by Hun Weiming, looking like rich young men and wealthy daughters. Lu Yuxuan was dressed like a scholar in fine clothes, while Xiao Dayou looked like a rough warrior. Ge Ruliang He Lu Jiong, on the other hand, looks like a Taoist priest, Mrs. A Chu looks like a fairy in her white dress, and only Hun Weiming's appearance can be called a "businessman".
Lu Yuxuan hurriedly crossed his hands and said: "Master has good eyesight. We are indeed not merchants. We are just avoiding our enemies here. It is not convenient to reveal our true identity."
The tall monk snorted and said, "The helpers recruited by the Nanzong are all rats who hide their heads and show their tails!"
When Jiang Shuo heard the word "Southern Sect", he blurted out: "Is Master Shenhui here too?"
Before the monk could speak, a medium-sized monk behind him jumped up and cursed: "The little thief is indeed a helper invited by the Nanzong! Brother Zhitong, what are you doing with them!"
Xiao Dayou was very displeased when he heard the monk named "Zhitong" speak with a gun and a stick. Now the monk behind him called Young Master Jiang a "little thief", but this angered him. He stepped forward and shouted: "You bald donkey, when we passed by this place and didn't enter the temple and didn't drink your bowl of water, how could you bark like a rat when you open your mouth and like a thief when you shut up?"
As he spoke, he took another step forward and raised his fist as if to strike. Xiao Dayou was just pretending, thinking that the monks in Shaolin Temple were like ordinary wandering monks and would quickly dodge once they waved their fists. Clinker Zhitong also took a step forward and held out his hand. The long stick was moved forward quickly and poked directly at the Zhangmen point on his lower side.
Xiao Dayou hurriedly waved his other hand to block, but the long stick in Zhitong's hand slid down, avoiding his palm, and clicked on his Zhangmen point with a "bang" sound.
This power is neither light nor heavy, but Zhangmen is located in the abdomen, belonging to the liver meridian of Zujueyin, and connecting the five internal organs. This is very painful. Xiao Dayou became furious and shouted: "You are looking for death, thief bald!" Dancing. The fists rushed towards him like a hungry tiger fighting a rabbit, but this time it was a real fight. ..
Zhitong, however, was not impressed by his momentum at all. He took a step back to avoid its sharp edge, but without stopping, the long stick in his hand turned around like a spiritual snake and hit Xiao Dayou's Jingmen point on his side with a "snap" sound. .
Jingmen belongs to the Gallbladder Meridian of Foot Shaoyin, which is the acupoint of the kidneys. Ordinary people would feel dizzy if hit by this point, but Xiao Da had rough skin and thick flesh, so he didn't care about the blow and punched forward. Zhitong hit him in the chest. Zhitong dodged sideways, dragging the stick behind him, then moved it downwards, and poked him on the Jimen point of his thigh with a "pop" sound.
Jimen belongs to the Spleen Meridian of Foot Taiyin. It is above the Xuehai Point and is the gateway for the transportation of blood energy in the lower limbs. Although the stick was not applied with heavy force, Xiao Dayou staggered as the energy and blood in his legs stagnated. Just as his body sank, Zhitong turned around, raised the head of the stick, and clicked on the Yunmen point under his collarbone with a "sudden" sound.
The Yunmen point belongs to the Taiyin Lung Meridian of the Hand, which is the gateway for lung qi to enter and exit. Zhitong used the stick without much force, relying solely on Xiao Dayou's own force to hit it. It penetrated very deep, and Xiao Dayou immediately felt a blockage in his chest. I couldn't breathe, my knees went weak, and I knelt on one leg on the ground.
As soon as Xiao Dayou's offensive stopped, Zhitong retreated, stood in a T-step, and stood the stick by his side. Xiao Dayou took a deep breath and jumped up again, regardless of the fact that the acupuncture points on his body were still aching. When he was about to attack, Lu Yuxuan quickly stopped him and said, "Master Zhitong has shown mercy. Brother Xiao, please stop fighting."
Zhitong's "bang, bang, pop, and burst" hit Xiao Da in four directions. He used the Shaolin Bodhidharma stick's bow stance, retreat sweep, step back point, and change of stance to poke, showing his extraordinary skills. Jiang Shuo admired his skills sincerely: "It is said that the world's kung fu originated from Shaolin. It is indeed extraordinary to see it today. There is nothing fancy about this Zhitong master's kung fu. Every stick hits the vital point directly, and his moves are ruthless." The accuracy of the acupuncture points is astonishing. If he had a little energy on his stick, with just one move, Brother Xiao would be unable to move."
Jiang Shuo's original intention was to praise Zhitong. He thought that Zhitong was showing mercy by not directly restraining Xiao Dayou with Qi on the stick. Who knew that it would take such advanced cultivation to carry Qi from a weapon to others and seal the acupuncture points? , Although Zhitong is the junior leader of the stick monks in Shaolin Temple, he has not yet achieved such a level of cultivation.
The first half of Jiang Shuo's speech was quite useful to Zhitong, but Jiang Shuo's last words angered him. He stood up and pronounced the Buddha's name with his palm: "Amitabha, the louder this little Tan is, the poor monk will ask you for advice." This is the method of transmitting inner strength with a stick."
Jiang Shuo said: "Ah...Master Zhitong, that's not what I meant."
Xiao Dayou had just been beaten by Zhitong and lost his temper. Now he was provoking trouble and did not mind the matter. He pretended not to know and asked: "Young Master, do you know how to transmit Qi through weapons or sticks?" ?」
Jiang Shuo said: "I have never used a stick..."
Xiao Dayou hurriedly stopped him and said: "Oh, yes, I just said that I have seen the young master's sword carrying Qi, why do you say I can't do it today?"
In fact, he had never seen Jiang Shuo with Qi on his sword, but he knew that Jiang Shuo's martial arts was extremely high, and after hearing what he said, he expected that he would definitely be able to do it, so he deliberately used words to provoke him.
Lu Yuxuan tugged on his sleeve and scolded softly: "Xiao Dayou! How can you let the young master stand up for you?"
Xiao Dayou seemed to be loyal, but he had many evil ideas in his heart. When he saw that Lu Yuxuan exposed his plan, he whispered softly: "What are you afraid of? I say that the martial arts of the young master are much better than this bald donkey."
Jiang Shuo didn't know how to respond, but Zhitong was already furious. He was a disciple of the Northern Sect of Shaolin. The Northern Sect emphasized the ascetic practice of "deep prajna, one line of samadhi, and who chants the Buddha's name." The martial arts he practiced were all step-by-step. People with good abilities will progress faster, while those with poor abilities will progress slower. A young man like Jiang Shuo is still chopping wood and carrying water at the foot of the mountain. How can he have any advanced cultivation? Therefore, he concluded that Jiang Shuo was just boasting and said angrily: "Xiao Tanyue has already mastered such magical skills at a young age, but a poor monk needs to ask for advice."
As he spoke, he clasped his hands and pointed the long stick towards Jiang Shuo. As a result, Jiang Shuo could no longer give in and could only step forward to accept the move.
Jiang Shuo took a step forward, still standing with his hands down. Jiang Shuo was young. According to the rules of the martial arts, even if Zhitong didn't let him use three or five moves, Jiang Shuo should attack first. However, when Zhitong saw that he didn't even put up an air, it was obvious that he had no intention of doing so. He was not prepared to strike first, and he underestimated himself too much. He couldn't help but get more angry and said, "Hey, young master, you really have a big air. Then let the poor monk ask for advice first." He then poked with the stick.
Normally, when a martial artist uses a stick, he must perform a stick dance first. However, such a false move is useless. Instead, it prepares the opponent. After twenty years of hard work on the eyebrow stick, this move seems ordinary. , in fact it was no small matter, Jiang Shuo couldn't help but praise: "Okay."
As the saying goes, "A slow knife and a quick stick are the best." Unlike a knife, a stick has no edge or edge. It can only be powerful when it is chopped fast enough. Only then did Zhitong realize that Xiao Da was not as good as him in martial arts, so he did not use the stick technique. He easily defeated Xiao Dayou with just stirring, sweeping, tapping and poking. But at this moment, he was angry. He used the killing move as soon as he made a move. He stepped up and jumped, waiting for Jiang Shuo to sideways to avoid it. , then he jumped forward and chased Jiang Shuo and swung him over.
Zhitong used 100% of his strength with this stick, but unexpectedly he saw that Jiang Shuo did not dodge, and when he was about to hit Jiang Shuo's waist, Zhitong was shocked and regretted it - it turned out that this young man's kung fu was just ordinary. Buddhist disciples are compassionate, how could I beat this young man to death out of anger? However, it was no longer possible to retreat at this time. Zhitong couldn't help but closed his eyes and recited: "Amitabha."
However, the long stick in his hand seemed to suddenly crash into a ball of cotton wool, losing all force. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the other end of the long stick was actually in Jiang Shuo's hand. He was shocked and subconsciously grabbed it back with force. The second-largest stick was like copper poured into iron, welded to death in Jiang Shuo's hands. How could it move at all?
