The weather in early winter is unpredictable, and this evening happened to catch up with the first strong wind and cooling weather in winter.
As soon as Zhan walked out of the school gate one day after finishing the training course, a gust of wind hit his face.
The strong wind suddenly blew up, blowing the awnings and billboards of the shops on both sides of the road into a crackling sound, while the dead leaves and scraps of paper on the ground were also swirling towards the sky and the surrounding trees. The clearing flew away in confusion.
Passers-by who were walking against the wind also covered their brows with their hands and walked forward with difficulty.
But at this time, Zhan Yitian was squinting his eyes with a calm expression, carrying a large and uncoordinated shoulder bag, and walking home alone in the strong wind.
Nowadays, every time Zhan goes home, he will take a detour through the university playground, because there he can recall some of the past events that stayed there one more time.
On a secluded path in the university, Zhan walked quietly in the strong wind one day. If a person with keen eyes takes a closer look, they will be surprised to find that whenever a dead branch or leaf is about to hit this student, it will quietly slip away from the corner of his clothes, as if they are deliberately avoiding him.
At this time, the sky has become darker, and the pedestrians on the path have become rarer. Even if there are individual pedestrians, they are in a hurry and cover their faces.
At this moment, a clear sound of the Buddha's chant suddenly came through the chaotic leaves.
"Amitabha! The little benefactor, you are so refreshed and so different from ordinary people..."
Zhan Yitian was slightly startled when he heard this, and looked forward with focused eyes.
I saw 50 meters in front of me, in the dim light, there was a man who looked like a monk, standing with one palm on his chest, his body straight and his head slightly on the ground, looking at him quietly.
Zhan Yitian did not answer, but continued to move forward, but his eyes did not relax for a moment as he looked at the person opposite.
The monk is in his early forties, with a thin face, big eyes and thick eyebrows. His most striking feature is his extremely long arms, and his drooping left hand has reached past his knee. Seeing this unusual body shape made Zhan Yitian a little curious.
When he was still six meters away, Zhan Tiantian suddenly stopped. He looked up at the monk who was half a head taller than him and asked calmly: "Is this master talking about me?"
Seeing the young man who looked like a student walking up to him, the monk's bright eyes suddenly relaxed, and he said with interest: "The poor monk has been waiting here for a long time, can the little donor just show up for one day?"
Hearing the monk's question, Zhan Tiantian's heart moved and he asked with some surprise: "Do you know me?"
"Haha, I heard that the young benefactor possesses the unique skill of our temple, the Golden Steel Palm. I wonder if this is the case?" The monk smiled lightly and then asked directly with a straight face.
Hearing what the monk said, Zhan Yitian suddenly understood the origin of the monk Qi Bafen. This monk is probably related to the fat man's group.
Zhan Yitian's face darkened, and he did not answer directly. Instead, he asked doubtfully: "I have long heard of the reputation of the Shaolin Temple's Golden Steel Palm, but I have never seen such a unique skill. I wonder if the master knows this magical skill?"
Seeing the boy's childish yet mature look, the monk couldn't help but feel a little amused.
But in order to find out the details of Zhan Yitian, the monk pondered for a while and said, "Well, this is not a place for conversation. Would the young benefactor be willing to go with the poor monk to a nearby secluded place to have a detailed discussion?"
"Hmm...Okay, how about going to the pine forest in front?" Zhan Tiantian made a suggestion after thinking about it for a while.
When the monk heard this, he immediately nodded in agreement without any objection.
When Zhan Yitian saw this, he didn't hesitate. After extending his hand to invite him, he walked towards the small pine forest where he practiced Qi every day.
On the road, the two walked side by side, silently. This made Zhan Tiantian more keenly feel the majestic aura of this monk! And there seems to be a huge power hidden in his loose monk robes.
Through his spiritual exploration, Zhan Tiantian was surprised to find that the monk's body was actually wrapped in a light layer of masculine energy!
This airflow caused the monk's robe to bulge slightly outward. As soon as any dead branches and leaves flying in the air came into contact with the robe, it would be flicked away by the robe, making it impossible to really touch the monk. body of.
In surprise, Zhan Tiantian glanced at the calm-looking monk next to him, and couldn't help but ask: "Don't you know what the master is called? What is his status in the Shaolin Temple?"
"The poor monk's name is Jingchi, and he serves as a guardian in the temple." The monk said frankly without any concealment.
Hearing the answer, Zhan Tiantian was slightly shocked!
One day ago, I heard my master talk about some anecdotes from various sects in the martial arts world. In particular, I heard the most about the touching stories and extraordinary martial arts of Shaolin monks. I was also most interested in this and remembered it deeply!
"The position of guardian!" The monk's plain words, didn't it reveal that he was a warrior monk in the Shaolin Temple? Judging from the powerful aura emanating from his body, this person is definitely not just an ordinary monk, but maybe one of the few Shaolin Eighteen Arhats!
Zhan Tiantian secretly guessed with alarm. However, in order to fulfill his guess, the next moment, Zhan Tiantian suddenly moved forward quickly with secret spiritual power.
Zhan Yitian's sudden acceleration naturally attracted the monk's attention immediately. However, this move did not cause the monk's displeasure. On the contrary, the monk was happy to see such a result.
Since his legs were much longer than those of Zhan Yitian, under the influence of secret luck, he kept close to Zhan Yitian in his continuous steps and continued to walk side by side.
At this moment, the two of them seemed to be walking at a normal pace, but in the eyes of ordinary people, this speed was somewhat unimaginable. If you don’t look at the legs and feet and only look at the upper body, it feels like two people on bicycles are riding fast side by side!
Although the monk had not yet used all his strength, his heart was already rolling like waves.
He didn't expect that the young man next to him would have such excellent Qinggong! Moreover, there is a mysterious aura about him. He has no internal power, but he has the same ability to protect the body as himself! As a result, the young man beside him made him even more interested.
Likewise, Zhan Tiantian became more and more certain that what this monk said was true, and it was very possible that he was one of the Eighteen Arhats in Shaolin today!
While walking quickly, the two of them soon arrived at the edge of the pine forest. After easily jumping over waist-high ornamental plants, the two walked directly to the center of the pine forest.
The light here is getting dimmer under the cover of the branches, and the wind is getting stronger and stronger. All that can be heard in the ears are the whistling sounds of the wind and the constant swaying of the branches. La sound.
At this time, there was already a chill in the air, but after the two stood opposite each other, the atmosphere did not seem too stiff.
"Master Jingchi, the environment here is remote and no one should come to disturb you. Can Master show off his unique skills?" Zhan Yitian asked with a slight smile after standing still.
"This place is really good, but the poor monk also wants to know the little benefactor's kung fu. I wonder if the young benefactor can learn some tricks from the poor monk?" The monk also asked Zhan Yitian with a smile.
Zhan Yitian changed his mind and decided to ask the matter clearly first.
"Master Jingchi, you traveled thousands of miles to come here from the temple, but were you ordered by someone?"
"Amitabha, all the monks have nothing. As a monk who protects the monastery, the poor monk's duty is only to protect Shaolin. However, the poor monk heard that the young benefactor had injured many people with the Shaolin gold steel palm, so he came to check it out." After chanting the Buddha's name, he slowly began to explain.
"Oh! I also guessed that the master must have been inspired to come here. However, I have admired the unique martial arts of Shaolin since I was a child. Now that the master is here, it is my honor to show off for a day. I wonder how the master plans to compete? "
After Zhan Yitian understood the monk's intention, he smiled slightly and reminded him a little, then agreed to Jingchang's request, and unexpectedly became particularly excited.
"It turns out that when the poor monk first met the little benefactor, he saw that the little benefactor was very resolute and not at all violent and rough. He also had some doubts in his heart. Now it is clear that you and I are both martial artists. , it’s also a good way to make friends with martial arts... How about this, I’ll use Shaolin’s golden bell to test the little benefactor’s palm power!”
When the monk heard what Zhan Yitian said, he quickly understood that the boy opposite him was not what Qingzhu described at all. But as a warrior monk, his obsession with martial arts is far beyond that of ordinary people. After hearing the young man's agreement to compete, he was naturally very happy, and after some thought, he came up with such an idea.
When Zhan Tiantian heard this, he naturally understood that the monk had deliberately given up to him. If he defends and attacks by himself, he will definitely not be able to hurt himself.
"Okay!" Zhan Yitian also nodded happily and agreed.
