"Huh? It's like this."

After hearing the old monk explain the whole cause and effect, Lin Ye couldn't help but sigh.

No wonder, Shaolin Temple, which has a dignified martial arts knowledge, was beaten at the martial arts competition.

At the same time, Lin Ye finally understood that when the old monk was fighting with him just now, he always felt that all the moves seemed to be a little different.

It turns out that the kung fu they practiced from the beginning was a piece of cake!

This cannot be called a wrong exercise!

It can only be said that these [Shaolin Seventy-Two Special Skills] that were restored through patchwork are not as powerful as the original one.

Moreover, more importantly, the genuine [Shaolin Seventy-Two Special Skills], whether it is the move or the route of exercise, is repeatedly polished and studied by the predecessors of Shaolin, and has the effect of strengthening the body and nourishing the body.

However, the pieced together version of [Shaolin Seventy-Two Special Skills] is prone to many conflicts on the route of exercise, as well as some incorrect qi and blood circulation to the body.

"Donor Lin, can you try the iron arm skills you just now?"

After saying this, the old monk blinked his eyes full of hope and desire and asked, "And, what other [Shaolin Seventy-Two Special Skills] do you know? Can you beat them all for me to see..."

"What else do I know? Emma! Old monk, your question is a bit embarrassing to me. Can I say, do I know what I know?" Lin Ye said with a smile.

"What? You can do it all? This... hurry up... call me and see it."

The old monk was so ecstatic, as if he had found a treasure.

"Okay! Then you'll be optimistic..."

It was a joke, and Lin Ye didn't know anything. He also wanted to run the entire [Shaolin Seventy-Two Special Skills] completely, so he used the entire set of unique skills on this basketball court.

"Miaomiaomiao... This is really the most authentic [Shaolin Seventy-Two Skills] that we have lost in Shaolin! Donor Lin, how can you ask where did you learn it?"

The old monk's eyes revealed a sense of fanaticism and asked.

"That's it!"

Lin Ye turned his eyes and took out the words that fooled his father and said, "I saved an old beggar when I was a child. He taught me. What? Old monk, is he the monk who escaped from your Shaolin Temple?"

"It's very likely! It's very likely... Heaven is forbidden to stop me, Shaolin, Lin donor, according to the explanation of our abbot's uncle, among his disciples of his generation, there was a disciple named Huicong, who was proficient in [Shaolin Seventy-Two Special Skills], but later he disappeared. It's probably very likely that he was the old beggar who taught you."

When he said this, the old monk suddenly knelt down at Lin Ye and begged, "Donor Lin, it seems that all this is the arrangement of the Buddha. I beg you to attend the martial arts rookie competition for Shaolin this time, what is more important is to be able to show great compassion and return the authentic [Shaolin Seventy-Two Special Skills] back to Shaolin."

"Ahhhh... Old monk, you are Xue Kai's master and the master of Shaolin Temple. What do you mean by kneeling down?" Lin Ye hurried forward to support him.

However, the old monk was very stubborn: "If donor Lin doesn't agree to me, I will kneel down and not get up."

"Okay, okay! I promise you, isn't it okay? Emma! Who made me soft-hearted? But, I... I also have to review and prepare for the college entrance examination. What martial arts competition and Shaolin Temple are you doing? Can you wait for the summer vacation to pass after the college entrance examination?"

I agreed, but now Lin Ye really has no time to go far, let alone go to Shaolin Temple as far away.

"It's okay! It's okay... I will naturally not hinder the donor Lin's academic performance. I can postpone the work of going to Shaolin Temple to teach you. However, the competition in Tiandoushan is imminent and will start this Sunday. Fortunately, Tiandoushan is not far from Jian'an City... I'd like to ask Lin's donor Lin to take time to go."

The old monk looked bitter, and Lin Ye couldn't bear to refuse, so he nodded and agreed.

"Great, Ye Zi, I will accompany you to the martial arts rookie competition. By the way, I have to let my master take you to the disciple and give you a magic number. I am considered a disciple of Shaolin lay people. Only then can you be famous for participating in the martial arts competition." The young monk Xue Kai said excitedly from the side.

However, the old monk waved his hand and said, "No! No! How can I accept Donor Lin as his disciple? Moreover, Donor Lin should be considered to be a disciple of Master Huicong. Logically speaking, he should be of the Jie generation like me."

When Lin Ye was happy when he heard the old monk say this, he pointed at Xue Kai and said, "Little monk, what's the matter, I should be your uncle?"

"Ah? Master, this... how can this work! Ye Zi is obviously as old as me, so I want to call him uncle?" Xue Kai looked at the old monk unwillingly.

The old monk nodded and said, "That's true, donor Lin, let's do this! From now on, you will be a lay disciple of our Shaolin Temple's Jie generation. Let me give you a Dharma name according to the rules in the temple!"

"Haha! Then I'll have a master."

After becoming a master uncle of the "Jie Generation", Lin Ye felt that this wave was not a loss at all, especially when he looked at the aggrieved expression of the young monk Xue Kai, Lin Ye felt a secret feeling.

What kind of magic number he takes!

Anyway, I can be of the same age as the old monk Jie!

"The word "Shaolin Jie" in my Shaolin generation has a total of nine characters. It is arranged according to greed, anger, ignorance, hatred, ability, ignorance, anger, lust, and lu. At present, greed, anger, ignorance, hatred, can, ignorance, and anger have been given, otherwise..."

The old monk thought about it and said, "Donor Lin, how about your Dharma name is 'Abstinence'?"

"puff……"

When Lin Ye heard the magic name "Avoid sex", he was really spitting out an old blood.

"I said, "Old monk, are you deliberately taking revenge on me! Avoid sex? What kind of magic number is this? I have no shame to report it, otherwise, others would think I was a hungry ghost who suddenly realized the truth and became a monk?"

Lin Ye said firmly, "Switch to another one! Let's have a more domineering one!"

"Lin Donor, this magic number is arranged according to the characters, and it cannot be changed. If you don't like the magic number "Avoid sex", isn't there a word behind it?" the old monk said with a smile, shook his head and said.

"Okay! Then use the word behind! Anyway, you must not use "Avoid sex", as it will damage my reputation. Call this "Maha Number". When you go out to fight with others and register for your number, my skills will be reduced by at least 30%!"

Lin Ye complained, but a thought flashed in his mind, and he quickly asked, "Wait... Old monk! What is the last word you just said? Why do I have an ominous premonition?"

"Lu! The reckless Lu, Jie Lu, is also a good Dharma name." The old monk squinted his eyes and said seriously.

"It's not bad, your sister!"

Lin Ye was about to spurt out another mouthful of old blood, "Are you quit masturbation... Isn't it just quit masturbation? How could you quit sex?"

"Okay! Donor Lin, then you should call me 'Abstinence'! From now on, I will call you Junior Brother Jingse."

After saying that! The old monk ordered Xue Kai, the young monk next to him, "Disciple Fayun, you will also call Master Abuse Master Abstaining from now on, do you know?"

"Pupil remember!"

Xue Kai suppressed his smile, folded his hands and bowed to Lin Ye and said, "Disciple Fayun, I have seen Master Abuse Master..."

After saying that, Xue Kai couldn't help but laughed.

The same is true for the old monk, squinting his eyes and a deep smile on his face.

"Damn it! I was cheated by these two monks this time... Forget it! Just quit sex, quit sex! It's better than quitting Lu..."

Looking at the two monks, Lin Ye shrugged helplessly. This wave was not a loss. After all, he also got the authentic [Shaolin Seventy-Two Special Skills]!

...

The lunch break passed quickly. After the old monk gave some precautions, he gave Lin Ye a token to compete in the martial arts rookie competition on behalf of Shaolin Temple, and then he rushed back to Shaolin Temple to announce the good news.

On the other side, Senior Three (9).

Liu Hua called several subordinates proudly and asked, "How is it? I asked you to gather people, how many people are there now?"

"Brother Hua, don't worry! We just calculated that at least two hundred boys are willing to go to Lin Ye's noodle stall to visit together in the evening." The subordinate summarized the report and said.

"Okay! But don't just call boys! Then ask some girls to come. Tonight, I, Liu Hua, will book a room. At that time... let Lin Ye take a note for us to eat."

Liu Hua narrowed his eyes and rubbed his palms, unable to wait to see this scene.
Chapter completed!