“Zhang Sanfeng went to Shaolin like this?”

“This is fate, if it weren’t for this old monk, how would there be the current Wudang Grandmaster.”

“The Buddhist family finally did a good thing.”

“I didn’t expect that Wudang Zhang Zhenren, when he was a child, he was actually a beggar who couldn’t even eat.”

“Sure enough, feng shui takes turns, who would have thought that a little beggar back then could now become a generation of Celestial Elephant Grandmasters?”

“But anyone who can become a grandmaster has great luck.”

“Zhang Zhenren is really lucky.”

“It’s also fate.”

Everyone in the rivers and lakes looked at Zhang Sanfeng’s childhood scene and sighed.

If there was no old monk, I am afraid that Zhang Sanfeng would have been buried under the soil long ago and turned into a dry bone.

Wudang.

“Master, is this true?”

Wudang Qizi looked up at Zhang Sanfeng, his eyes full of curiosity.

They only knew that Zhang Sanfeng was from Shaolin, and they did not know how he was brought to Shaolin.

“How many years, I didn’t expect to see the scene of that year again in this way.”

Zhang Sanfeng nodded, this is the origin of his going to Shaolin.

“Master is indeed the chosen one, and if he does not die, there will be blessings.”

“Heaven will descend on the people of Sri Lanka, and they will first work hard for their hearts and bones.”

“If it were not for the experience of childhood, Master may not be able to achieve what he is today.”

When Wudang Qizi heard this, he sighed.

The video continues.

After Zhang Sanfeng went to Shaolin, it was difficult to change his stubborn character for a while, and he made trouble around the mountain, and was punished by the abbot to go to the gang room to do miscellaneous work.

Because, I got to know Master Jueyuan, who guarded the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

“Master, Master, I feel the internal force.”

Xiaobao has been in Shaolin for some time, and Master Jueyuan saw that he was clever, so he passed on some cultivation methods of internal strength and let him comprehend it on his own.

“Your kid’s talent is really good.”

Master Jueyuan didn’t believe it at first, touched Xiaobao’s wrist, and detected the True Qi flowing in his body. 、

Only then did I understand that Xiaobao really practiced True Qi.

Just relying on some basic internal martial arts, he can practice True Qi, which shows his talent.

In the following months, after Master Jueyuan cleaned the Tibetan scripture pavilion every day, he taught Xiaobao the method of cultivating internal strength.

On this night, Jueyuan was teaching Xiaobao, and two figures in the distance suddenly galloped and flew to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

“Xiaobao, you are waiting for me here.”

Master Jueyuan secretly said something bad, turned around and rushed towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

“What happened?”

Xiaobao was young and didn’t know what was going on.

Although Jueyuan asked him to stay here, he quietly followed because he was worried about Master.

As soon as I reached the edge of the Tibetan scripture pavilion, I heard a fighting sound inside.

“What kind of thief dares to come to Shaolin to steal scriptures?”

Inside the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, there was the roar of Master Jueyuan.

With a surge of True Qi, two figures flew out of it and landed on the ground.

“Master, there are tens of millions of scriptures in the Tibetan scripture pavilion, all of which are martial arts treasures, wouldn’t it be a pearl and dust to bury them like this, it is better to hand them over to me and wait, and you can also carry them forward.”

The person who came was dressed in a rough coarse coat and held a mourning stick made of stainless steel, and his actions were very stiff, like zombies.

This person’s name is Xiao Xiangzi.

“The scriptures are all Shaolin things, how can you let Er wait for the younger ones to take them away?”

Master Jueyuan clasped his hands together and looked cold.

He was ordered to guard the Tibetan scripture cabinet, and the scriptures here were wrong, and he was guilty.

“Hehe, it depends on the master’s means.”

Xiao Xiangzi smiled, and the steel weeping stick in his hand waved, setting off a breaking wind.

“Boom! ……”

Master Jueyuan slapped his palm on the mourning stick, and Xiao Xiangzi, who was shaken by powerful power, took more than ten steps back.

His arms trembled slightly, and the mourning stick almost escaped.

“Worthy of being a Shaolin monk.”

Xiao Xiangzi’s face was gloomy, and he looked at Jueyuan vigilantly.

The power of this palm is extremely large, and he has already given it to know that he is not Jueyuan’s opponent.

However, he did not come alone, someone was acting in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and he only needed to hold Jueyuan for a moment or three, which was enough.

Master Jueyuan threw off his monk’s robe and stepped forward.

One move and one style, big opening and closing, but it contains great power.

“Master is powerful.”

Xiaobao was excited to watch from the sidelines, and couldn’t help but exhale.

Xiao Xiangzi was struggling to support, heard Xiaobao’s shout, made a false move, and rushed towards Xiaobao.

Xiaobao saw that things were not good, turned around and wanted to escape, but he couldn’t run away from Xiao Xiangzi.

“Boy, come here.”

Seeing that Xiao Xiangzi was about to grab Xiaobao, Master Jueyuan let out a low roar, and the scorching true qi gushed out like a tide, shooting towards Xiao Xiangzi.

“The wind is tight!”

Xiao Xiangzi was about to resist hard and grabbed Xiaobao as a talisman, when a person’s shout came from behind him.

Xiao Xiangzi understood that it was his companion who had succeeded, and quickly abandoned Xiaobao and turned to avoid Jueyuan’s attack.

“Master, let’s see you later.”

Xiao Xiangzi landed on a tree, looked into the distance, and saw a person waving a scripture book in his hand to show Xiao Xiangzi.

The two looked at each other, turned and dashed away.

“Master, they took the scriptures.”

Xiaobao looked annoyed and knew that he had made a mistake.

“What did they take away from the Lenga Sutra? This Scripture must not be lost. ”

Master Jueyuan recognized at a glance what the scripture that the two took away was, it was the Lenga Sutra that contained the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

“Go, let’s catch up.”

Without having time to think about it, Master Jueyuan grabbed Xiaobao, jumped up, and chased after the two.

This chase is thousands of miles.

From Shaolin, to Jiangnan.

After all, they didn’t catch up with the two.

On the way back to Shaolin, I met a young girl and traveled together for several days.

“Little doll, what’s your name? How is it alone in this barren mountain? ”

Jueyuan returned to Shaolin with Xiaobao, and halfway there, he saw a young girl sitting on a branch to rest.

“A monk of Shaolin?”

“My name is Guo Xiang, I wonder if you have ever seen a boy in white?”

The girl jumped down from the tree and trotted all the way to the two of them.

“It turned out to be Guo Daxia’s daughter, Amitabha Buddha, and the old monk had never met.”

Jueyuan shook his head.

Along the way, they were all in the wilderness, and the girl was the first person they met.

“Didn’t you?”

Guo Xiang’s face was disappointed.

She traveled through the rivers and lakes a few days ago and met a young man in white, which was fresh and free, which made people unforgettable at first sight.

But since, I haven’t seen it since.

Guo Xiang wanted to find him, ask his name, and make friends with him.

“There are many beasts here, it’s better for Miss Guo to go with us, and it is better to have a care.”

Jueyuan looked at the barren mountains around him and said softly.

“Well, I’m bored alone.”

Guo Xiang readily agreed, and she would leave anyway.

The three walked all the way to the city before separating.

Along the way, we got along very well.

Guo Xiang said that when she looked for it again, if she couldn’t find it, she would go to Shaolin to visit Xiaobao.

As soon as the picture turned, Jueyuan and Xiaobao had returned to Shaolin.

“Jueyuan, you failed to guard the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and lost the scriptures, are you guilty?”

The abbot looked at Jueyuan, in Shaolin, losing the scriptures was a mortal sin.

“Jueyuan knows the crime, and asks the abbot to punish.”

Jueyuan clasped his hands together and did not quibble.

“Just punish you to go to the back mountain to fetch water.”

The abbot thought for a moment and made a decision.

Jueyuan is a Shaolin person after all, and although he is deeply guilty of losing the scriptures, he will not be expelled from the division.

Shaolin is a martial arts master, people in the rivers and lakes peep into Shaolin martial arts, and people come to steal books every year, which is really impossible to prevent.

“Amitabha, Jueyuan receives the punishment!”

Since then, Master Jueyuan has become a water-carrying monk in Houshan, and Xiaobao has also followed him to Houshan, learning martial arts every day.



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