Bang!

The Yin and Yang palm force swirled out and imprinted into a tree body opposite. The tree body immediately collapsed and the eldest part, and the whole tree body buzzed and trembled, as if it was about to collapse at any time.

Wang Dong did not look at the result of this palm.

He looked at his right hand!

This hand is slender and clean, and the nails are neatly trimmed. Wang Dong has always valued the agility of his hands. His hands are often soaked in secret medicine. Even so, these hands don’t look very strong, but with a casual wave, it can not only make a thousand pounds, but also use the opportunity to push the world with one's own strength...

Martial arts are indeed the most wonderful thing in the world.

After leaving the capital, Wang Dong rushed directly to Henan. He walked along the way and could hear everyone scrambling to discuss the news that Oboi killed the little emperor and usurped the throne and rebelled.

The news came out and it had already shaken the world in a few days, and everyone's eyes changed.

The number one warrior in Manchuria, Aobai Ao Shaobao, and Lord Aozhongtang are completely popular!

Burst!

Looking at the world, if you weigh ten influential figures, then the next nine will not be as popular as Ao Shaobao's current moment.

As the sun sets, the bright red glow falls to the top of the mountain.

Wang Dong wore a hat and rode his horse on the suburbs. The Tianluo umbrella was tied to his waist, but he held a wine pot in his palm, drinking the last drop of wine in the pot. Wang Dong wiped the corner of his lips, and a slight feeling of pricking his hands.

Above the corners of my lips, there was a beard that looked like fluff.

Wang Dong was slightly stunned.

"We are the storm in the world, and it's time to enter the world!"

It’s a matter of fact that since he stepped into the world, he’s probably going to be four or five years old! He seems to be almost twenty years old. Time is like a sword, and the sword makes people grow old!

The Sanhe Gang in Yangyu County, Ding Xuan, who is like a confidante, Master Mo, the world of calligraphy and swords, Li Yuanzhi, who is as tender as water. The world of laughter and proud, the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes...

Wang Dong recalled the past and that person! The sweet and bitter taste was all in his heart.

A few days later, Wang Dong stepped into Henan and came to the foot of Songshan again.

The dusk is near the sunset.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Morning bells and evening drums, and the sounds of Sanskrit were uploaded from Mount Song.

Wang Dongxin sighed that the more you travel in the martial arts world, the more places you go to. The last time I came to Shaolin Temple in Songshan was in the Song Dynasty. Now time has passed, things are different, everything is gone!

With a brief sigh, Wang Dong was familiar with the road and rushed towards the mountain gate. The last time he entered Shaolin, he had a low cultivation level and had to disguise himself and sneak into the Sutra Pavilion under the name of copying scriptures. Now, hundreds of years have passed, and the romantic feelings are always blown away by the rain and wind. Shaolin is no longer Shaolin hundreds of years ago, and he is no longer Wang Dong of the past.

The body movement unfolds, and the shadows pass through the mountain gate and enter the temple. Turn around the Buddhist temple and corridor!

A majestic Buddha bone tower appeared in front of you, and strands of incense scent floated in the wind.

The king set his body and landed in front of the Buddha's bone tower, picked up a stick of incense and burned it in front of the tower.

Not far away, a few monks felt a flash of green shadows in their eyes. There seemed to be a person standing in front of the Buddha's bone tower, burning incense and praying, waiting for them to rub their eyes. When they looked again, there was no trace of anyone else!

"Is it the monk who showed his spirit?"

These monks were both surprised and happy.

In the Sutra Library, two serving monks were sorting out the classics in the pavilion. With a creaking sound, the window suddenly opened and a breeze blew in. The two monks fainted immediately after being blown by the breeze.

Wang Dong stood in the Sutra Pavilion, and his eyes were all over the bookshelf, and he was neatly filled with various classics. He walked around and took them to read them casually. He did not secretly peek at the sweeping house that had been invisible for decades, nor did he not hide the name of the Shaolin monk who was yelling and yelling Buddha's name. He suddenly arrived!

Shaolin martial arts has been passed down for thousands of years and the system is very complete. Although martial arts in this era have declined, the essence of Shaolin martial arts is still well preserved. For some reason, no one can achieve historical achievements. Perhaps it is due to the times, or perhaps it has gone apart.

Wang Dong thought while taking the scriptures to read.

This scripture is not a martial arts skill, it is just an ordinary Buddhist scripture. Wang Dong remembers that the Sweeping Monk once said that each of the 72 Shaolin skills is fierce and ruthless. It is a powerful skill that hurts people's lives. The deeper you practice, the more the anger, the heavier the anger. Therefore, you need to resolve it with compassionate Buddhism, otherwise the anger will be retaliated against you and you will surely die.

Since its establishment, only Master Bodhidharma has been a member of the seventy-two sects. Secondly, a monk from the Song Dynasty practiced twenty-three types, and the third place was the Thirteen Absolute Monk! Apart from these three, no one can practice more than ten types!

Wang Dong may not really take the words of the Sweeping Monk seriously. Since some people can practice ten types, twenty types, and even the Master Bodhidharma has seventy-two unique skills, I think there is no problem with martial arts itself. The reason why no one can practice it and suffers from it is probably because he cannot practice it and has gone to the wrong path!

As for the hostility mentioned by the Sweeping Monk, in Wang Dong's opinion, it was just a negative emotion arising from the spiritual loophole!

As long as you have a clear mind, clear mind, and no dust, your soul will naturally be transparent and clean. Even if your mind is not strong, there is no dust in your heart. Even if you are in a killing battle, you can practice martial arts in the sea of ​​swords and fire, and you can not invade the inner demons and external demons.

Although I don’t believe in the words of the old monk who swept the floor, in this sutra pavilion, even in ordinary Buddhist scriptures, there are annotations and records of monks from all ages! It is also a rare crystal of wisdom, so it’s okay to look at it.

Immersed in the classics, and before he knew it, the night fell, Wang Dong's expression moved, his robe sleeves blew, and the two serving monks who fainted on the ground woke up leisurely.

"Why did you suddenly faint?!" The two looked at each other, touched their bald heads, feeling inexplicably, and thought it was disrespectful to worship Buddha, and they collided with Buddha.

The lights were on outside the window, and two more monks walked in with lanterns. The two monks were also serving monks. Seeing that the two men had not returned for a long time, they came to check it out.

Wang Dong had already hidden in the attic.

The four monks said a few words, carried lanterns and wandered around the sutra pavilion, closed the windows and doors, and the footsteps were gone.

From this day on, Wang Dong has been invisible in the Shaolin Sutra Collection to view martial arts skills and Buddhist scriptures, regardless of external disputes and the world's storm!

Time passes, and three months pass in a blink of an eye.

The hot summer has passed and autumn has arrived. Outside the Sutra Pavilion, yellow leaves fall like flying catkins, outside the sycamore tree with a long history for hundreds of years.

Wang Dong stepped out of the Sutra Pavilion and looked at the world. The autumn wind blew, and his green clothes flew.

There were footsteps sounding in the corridor, and several serving monks gradually came, but they were no longer the same group as before!

These people stepped into the yard and were suddenly stunned. They looked at Wang Dong standing outside the Zangjin Pavilion in surprise, "Who are you?"

Wang Dong smiled, flapped his arms, and his robe sleeves flew away. The bulging robe sleeves seemed to be full of energy. Several feet away, the falling sycamore leaves suddenly condensed, and then a "whim-woosh" sound turned into yellow lights and flew towards him.
Chapter completed!