"Zhang Junbao! Are you crazy?"
"Why don't you come with us to the Discipline Academy to plead guilty? Because you are young and ignorant, we will intercede on your behalf and let the Master of the Discipline Academy be lenient to you." The Shaolin monk holding a cane said to Cao Zhe said.
Cao Zhe waved the banner behind him and continued to beat the gongs and drums, not even half a word of the sixteen-character mantra, which made the Shaolin monks have veins jumping on their foreheads.
"It's really crazy. Don't talk nonsense with him. Take it down first." A monk said.
Then several monks rushed forward holding rattan sticks.
Cao Zhe jumped up in the air, but stepped on the two bald heads. He laughed loudly and said: "Bald heads, bald heads, your feet are slippery."
As he was flying across the sky, his body was flexible and strong, as if his feet were greased with oil. The monk who rushed towards him could not even touch the corners of his clothes.
The monks who originally had some leeway suddenly became so angry that they couldn't suppress it even after reciting the Avalokitesvara Heart Sutra ten times.
"Form up!" a monk shouted.
Thirteen stick monks came out from the crowd to form the Luohan Qimen stick formation.
The formation coincides with the Eight Diagrams and illuminates the five elements. Although it is not as good as the Tiangang Beidou Formation of the Quanzhen Sect, which can be multiplied seven to seven and continuously superimposed, it is also one of the most difficult formations in the martial arts world.
Although there are only thirteen monks, what Cao Zhe sees at this moment is that there are numerous stick shadows coming at him like an overwhelming force, suppressing his room for movement from all aspects.
Cao Zhe was not afraid, the formation was good... but the people who used it could not achieve the unity of the masses after all.
People's hearts are biased, hands and feet have different speeds, and the flaws in the use of stick techniques and the operation of the formation will be continuously opened and magnified.
Of course, it can't be seen easily, and it can only be restrained in the formation and gradually collapse... A strong person should be able to break the formation with violence, forcefully tear out a hole, and use the power of one person to forcibly overwhelm the combined strength of thirteen people.
As for Cao Zhe, of course he saw every flaw in the stick formation.
Then it was like a joke, piercing back and forth in the formation.
Although he didn't hurt anyone, he would hit the monks' bald heads with a stick from time to time, which made them even more angry.
There was another burst of shouting.
The number of stick monks increased to eighteen, forming a new Arhat Fuhu Formation.
But they were clearly going in the wrong direction.
It is difficult for thirteen people to fully take care of each other, and even more omissions for eighteen people.
Cao Zhe just used his flexible body skills to shuttle freely within the stick formation, coming in and out, going out and coming in again, in and out... completely treating the monk temple as a bathing center.
But all the bald beauties can only be passively selected, and then the batches are constantly changed.
Don't look at it. Cao Zhe needs to deal with Xin Zhai in various ways, and even bury nails in advance.
That's because Xin Zhai is powerful and has a rich accumulation.
Most of these ordinary Shaolin monks have less than ten years of skill. Their skills are certainly not bad compared to ordinary people in the world, but in Cao Zhe's eyes they can only be described as "sparse".
After successfully arousing the anger of these monks, Cao Zhe did not stop, but kept rushing deeper into the temple.
Every time he went to a courtyard, there was a wanton provocation.
It wasn't until all the Bodhisattvas provoked by the monks in the courtyard got angry that they continued to the next place with a large number of 'followers'.
Not only the courtyard of the warrior monks, but also the place where the literary monks stayed, Cao Zhe did not let go.
When you go in, there is a fire, and the scriptures that the literary monks painstakingly compiled and annotated turned into white ashes.
In less than twenty minutes, Cao Zhe was already followed by a huge team of hundreds of people.
This is almost more than half of the monks in the gate of Shaolin Temple.
From the elite monks of each academy to the handyman disciples, they all pursued Cao Zhe and tried to catch him.
However, that’s about it!
Cao Zhe's behavior has attracted several unknown monks to chase him.
It would be fine if they were just the Wuzi generation. Two old monks from the same generation as the Tianming abbot also came out. With years of tacit understanding, they formed a force of subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger. They were able to capture him from both sides, but Cao Zhe was only able to escape with great difficulty.
"That's all we can do. This one... can save as much as we can!"
"If I keep teasing him, I'll really be finished when the old man from the heart comes out!" Cao Zhe thought to himself.
Then he shouted: "The best in martial arts, the master of Shaolin, with a bald head, no need to worry if it rains!"
This roar made those monks who had no intention of continuing to chase, the fire of anger in their hearts burning again.
But Cao Zhe jumped up, transformed into a roc, flew out of the high walls of the Shaolin Temple, and fled towards the vast mountain forest.
"Don't tell him to run away!"
"Go after him!"
"Catch him, block his mouth, tap his mute point, and make him practice silent meditation for thirty years!"
"Senior brother! You have violated the precept of anger."
"I committed **** of his ****, no one can stop me. The poor monk is going to **** today. At worst, he will go to the Discipline Academy to receive his own punishment with a stick someday. I'm going to ****!"
The angry bald heads all rushed out and followed Cao Zhe into the forest.
They were not afraid of Cao Zhe setting a trap in the forest.
After all, this is Shaoshi Mountain. If someone were to 'build a lot of construction' in Shaoshi Mountain, they would not be aware of it.
Of course...they are overconfident!
The imperial artillery is all set up at the foot of the mountain, don't they know it?
At this moment, an unknown monk quickly broke into Abbot Tianming's meditation room.
"Vice President! It's bad!"
"A lay disciple named Zhang Junbao suddenly broke in like crazy and led most of the disciples out of the temple and into the forest." Monk Wuchen said to Abbot Tianming.
Abbot Tianming slowly opened his eyes, and his face, which was already full of age, was inlaid with eyes that were almost pure black...so dark that they were somewhat deep.
"This is not a coincidence! He did it on purpose. Quickly... pass the order. All monks, big and small, are on standby in the temple. They are not allowed to leave even half a step without my order."
"Also, protect the introduction. Without him... it won't be that simple for us to break through the defenses of His Majesty the Martial Emperor." Tianming said.
Monk Wuchen hurried away.
After Wuchen left, Tianming clasped his hands together and said, "I still need to trouble my uncle for a while. That little guy dared to cause trouble and made the whole temple restless. He has some skills. My uncle should be able to cut through the mess with a sharp knife." With the heart of the demon-subduing vajra, get rid of this evil and ugly person who is causing trouble."
"Guo Jing is a man with great ambitions. Are you really determined? By doing this, can the country change hands and everything change?" an old voice asked.
Tianming said: "Half success or failure is hard to come by. We can't wait any longer. If we let him sit here for another ten years, we will have nothing to do with you."
"The Mongolian National Advisor has a tacit understanding with me not long ago. At the right time, he will persuade Mongolia to send troops."
The sounds outside the window no longer came, and it was obvious that the person entrusted by Abbot Tianming had left and was chasing Cao Zhe.
Abbot Tianming stood in the Zen room, looked at the bronze statue of Tathagata behind the futon, put his hands together and lowered his eyebrows and said, "Amitabha!"
