Chapter 1 is here! Chapter 2 of waiting.￥f.￥f—

The next morning, Wei Xiaobei got up early and came to the martial arts practice ground of Damo Hall.

At this time, there were already boxing sounds in the martial arts field.

More than 30 monks of varying age were placing a square formation on the martial arts field, practicing Arhat boxing under the command of a middle-aged monk.

This Shaolin Luohan Fist is one of Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills, and is also the entry-level boxing technique of Shaolin.

To be honest, although the strength levels of these monks are different, at least several of them are already at the level of transformation, they are still practicing Arhat Fist with a focused expression.

If we talk about this Arhat Fist, since it is an introductory boxing technique, these monks may be so familiar that they cannot be familiar with it, but they can still practice it. This persistence alone made Wei Xiaobei sigh in his heart that the saying that Shaolin is learned from martial arts in the world is true.

Well, when it comes to these monks, there are several children under ten years old among them.

In Wei Xiaobei's eyes, these children's skills are also extremely solid.

In other words, if Wei Xiaobei had no attribute panel, he might not be as good as these young monks.

Wei Xiaobei thought for a while, his face couldn't help but feel a little hot. Then he stopped watching. He found a piece of open space and started practicing boxing.

It has to be said that only with comparison can there be competition, and only with competition can people strive for progress.

After watching the monks practice boxing, Wei Xiaobei seemed extremely focused at this time, and even entered the realm of no one.

After Wei Xiaobei finished a set of Bajiquan sport and finished his exercise, he noticed that the young monks were squatting not far away curiously, looking at him with bright big eyes, looking particularly cute.

Seeing Wei Xiaobei finishing the merits, one of the little monks with round faces and slightly fat faces rushed over and bowed to Wei Xiaobei: "Amitabha, this donor, the little monk is polite."

At a young age, pretending to be like a Buddhist monk makes people feel particularly funny.

Seeing this scene, Wei Xiaobei almost laughed out loud, but when he thought that this would hurt his young mind, Wei Xiaobei had to force himself to hold it back, but he almost suffered internal injuries.

"This little mage is polite, I wonder what's going on?"

After Wei Xiaobei smiled, he replied with a bow and asked immediately.

"I heard from Senior Brother Yanzhen that you are very awesome. I wonder if it's true?"

The little guy looked at Wei Xiaobei very seriously and said.

"Yanmi! Don't disturb the donor's practice boxing."

At this time, a young monk came over and said slightly sternly.

After hearing what the senior brother said, the little monk named Shi Yanmi immediately looked frustrated, but he still politely said goodbye to Wei Xiaobei and was ready to turn around.

Wei Xiaobei was a little reluctant and hurriedly stopped him: "It's okay, this little master is also determined by Xiang Wu. Master Yan Mi, can you see if I change my trick?"

Seeing that Wei Xiaobei didn't care, the young monk didn't say anything, but just stood aside. He looked at Wei Xiaobei curiously, preparing to see what trick he had made.

After last night's competition, the monks of Man Shaolin knew that Wei Xiaobei's strength was unfathomable. There were even rumors that after seeing the head of the Prajna Hall, they all admitted that they were not as good as Wei Xiaobei.

Although there is no so-called strength ranking among Shaolin monks, everyone knows that in Shaolin Temple, the one with the highest martial arts skills is the head of the Prajna Hall.

As a result, while these young monks were slightly envious, jealous and hated Wei Xiaobei, they also had to admit that the other party's martial arts attainments were far superior to those of their peers.

Therefore, the curiosity about Wei Xiaobei is not just the little monks, but also the young monks.

After all, there are only eight monks who can compete with Wei Xiaobei to experience the opponent's strength. More young monks stood outside the field and didn't see much at all, so the competition was over.

After hearing Wei Xiaobei's words, the Yanmi monk couldn't help but turn around happily and called his friends, well, the little brothers.

With a whistle, Wei Xiaobei immediately surrounded him with a circle of small radish heads.

For these young monks under ten years old or even five or six years old, life in the temple is too boring.

Therefore, little things can arouse their great interest.

Looking at the curiosity in the eyes of the little radish head, Wei Xiaobei scratched his head a little. What should I do?

It will definitely not work if it is too out of order, such as releasing current or something.

It still has to be based on martial arts.

Wei Xiaobei thought about it, made up his mind, stretched out his left hand and pressed it on the bluestone slab, then gently pressed it down, and then took it back.

Seeing Wei Xiaobei's actions, the young monk thought Wei Xiaobei was preparing to smash the bluestone slab.

Although it is not surprising to shatter the bluestone slab, this skill is a bit scary, judging by the slight movements.

"Wow! Donor Wei is so powerful! He will release a palm print as soon as he presses it. I wonder if the master can do it?"

The little monks were very quick to move. When they saw Wei Xiaobei stopping, they looked over, and then they were full of fun.

When I looked at it, when the young monk looked up, he couldn't help but be stunned.

There is indeed a palm print on the bluestone slab, with five fingers and palms on it.

But the problem is that this palm print was not what the young monk imagined, and it left behind after shattering part of the bluestone slab.

The bluestone slab was not damaged at all, and the palm print was printed on it. It was deep in one finger. The bluestone slab was as soft as a piece of plasticine under the palm. It was naturally printed with the palm print, and the fingerprint on it was clearly visible!

This young monk did not have much martial arts knowledge like the junior brothers next to him. Although he was not outstanding in Shaolin Temple, he was at least at the level of martial arts at the middle level of the hidden power.

With time, the transformation of strength can be expected.

In addition, Shaolin monks have made a very solid foundation on martial arts.

He knew clearly that the bluestone slab was hard!

You should know that this martial arts practice is not just used in the Dharma Hall, but everyone can use it when the other halls are not enough.

When monks practice boxing, the damage to the ground can be imagined.

Slates made of ordinary stones cannot be used for long and will be broken. Only this bluestone slab made of granite can be used for more than ten years.

The hardness of this granite slab is not inferior to that of cement, and the stone has another characteristic. Although it is very hard, its toughness is relatively low. As long as the force exceeds the hardness and causes damage to the stone, the stone will be extremely easy to break.

Simply put, a master of Chinese martial arts can leave handprints on a piece of wood without destroying it, but it is not possible on this granite stone slab. As long as you use too much force, the stone slab will break.

Of course, if you trample for many years, you can leave marks on the stone slab, but that is calculated based on ten years.

In short, the young monk was frightened when he saw the handprints left by Wei Xiaobei. Even the Shaolin Mian Palm, which was specialized in Prajna Hall, could not achieve this level.

Soon, Wei Xiaobei was called away by the monk sent by Shi Yongping.

Today is the day when Wei Xiaobei enters the Sutra Pavilion, so Wei Xiaobei naturally won’t delay, so he said goodbye to the monks and left.

As Wei Xiaobei left, the young monk seemed to be crazy and turned around and rushed towards a middle-aged monk in his forties, grabbed the other party's sleeve and dragged it desperately.

Although the middle-aged monk was caught off guard and almost staggered, he was a master of spiritual transformation after all. He trembled his left hand and bounced the young monk away. Then his face turned solemn: "Junior Brother Yanlin, a quiet place in Buddhism, his expression was crazy. What kind of pulling and pulling, have you forgotten everything last time?"

After hearing what the middle-aged monk said, Shi Yanlin was a little clear-headed. He hurriedly sorted out the monk's robes and bowed to the middle-aged monk: "Amitabha, senior brother, Mr. Wei performed a trick for junior brother Yanmi and others just now. The junior brother couldn't understand it, so please ask the senior brother to solve the problem."

"Oh? Then go and have a look."

Shi Yanlin's words aroused the interest of this senior brother. After all, this senior brother was among the monks Wei Xiaobei had discussed with him before.

This senior brother admires Wei Xiaobei’s kung fu a little.

When the senior brother came to the handprint, he saw a few young monks curiously picking the handprint with their fingers, but the handprint was natural on the stone slab. Not to mention using their hands to pick it, I am afraid that even if you cut it with a knife, it would be useless.

After seeing this handprint, the eldest brother was shocked, then slowly squatted down, couldn't help but touch it with his hands, and then became demented.

Seeing the eldest brother's appearance, Shi Yanlin couldn't help but feel funny. The eldest brother had scolded him for being crazy before, but now it was his turn to be demented.

Not to mention Wei Xiaobei left a handprint, it attracted many monks to look at each other without any color.

At this time, Wei Xiaobei had already entered the Sutra Pavilion.

Well, to be precise, it is not the Sutra Pavilion that tourists can see, but a newly built Sutra Pavilion. Although it looks like a wooden structure outside, when you walk in and step on the ground, you can feel the hardness of the cement through the simple mulch on the ground.

Seeing Wei Xiaobei's face strange, the monk who led the way asked a question, he explained with a smile: "The original Sutra Pavilion was destroyed several times because of water flowing, and was opened to tourists. Therefore, the newly built Sutra Pavilion has now been changed to a cement structure."

Wei Xiaobei nodded. It was true. Although the wooden Sutra Pavilion looked antique, in terms of fire prevention, no matter how many fire extinguishers were, they could not stop the fire.

I'm afraid that when a fire comes, I don't know how many secret books in the Sutra Pavilion will disappear.

There was an office desk behind the gate, with a computer on it, and a young monk sat behind the computer. When he saw the monk bringing Wei Xiaobei in, he hurriedly got up and saluted each other.
Chapter completed!