Most of the Shaolin Temple disciples are divided into three categories. One of them is those who have lived in the Shaolin Temple since childhood. Most of them have been adopted by the Shaolin Temple when they were young, so they are monks from beginning to end. Children like Xu Zhu who were abandoned are among them. Model.
The second source of disciples is those who became monks on the way. They either saw through the world of mortals and voluntarily became monks in Shaolin Temple, or they were forced to become monks or to avoid vendettas in the world.
The third category is the rarest. They are usually monks who have practiced in other temples before entering the Shaolin Temple. In order to further their studies, they come to the Shaolin Temple for further training, and then stay in the Shaolin Temple for a long time and become a member of the Shaolin Temple.
No matter which type of disciples they belong to, these three types of disciples can be regarded as internal personnel of the Shaolin Temple. Unlike the general group of lay disciples who are accepted by the Shaolin Temple and learn from their masters, they have more opportunities to obtain the secret cultivation methods within the Shaolin Temple.
The treatment between the literary monks and the martial monks in the Shaolin Temple is different. Although most of the monks also practice martial arts, the senior officials who can really run the Shaolin Temple are all masters among masters without exception.
Naturally, the Shaolin Temple monks that Le Yuan can come into contact with are not high-level disciples in the Shaolin Temple. Even the ordinary disciples will not pay attention to children like Le Yuan. There are only those who were adopted by the Shaolin Temple since childhood and carry water, chant sutras and meditate. Only the young monks who practice Qigong will talk to Le Yuan.
It was more than three hours before the sun set. According to his custom, Le Yuan came to the edge of the waterfall in the north of Shaoshi Mountain. Before Le Yuan could reach there, childish shouts came from the distance.
"Hey-A Feng, here it is!"
Le Yuan raised his head and looked into the distance, only to see a group of little bald heads who had already spotted him climbing up the mountain. They kept waving their hands and calling to him, with smiles on their faces as if they had eaten honey.
Le Yuan walked like a dragon and a tiger, and the difficult mountain road seemed to him like walking on flat ground. After a few breaths, he had crossed the extremely difficult mountain road and arrived at the waterfall.
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Le Yuan casually threw the basket he was carrying on the ground aside, then squeezed his shoulders, shook his head and continued: "Ahem, it's still the same today. Have you brought your things?"
I saw these young monks quickly took out a baggage from behind after hearing the sound. After opening the baggage, snow-white steamed buns were exposed one by one.
"Nuo, we managed to keep these secretly. If we are discovered, we will really be punished by the master. Afeng, you are so good at eating. No wonder you are so strong..."
I saw a little fat man with a fair face and some baby fat on his face. He Shang Huineng scratched his shining bald head and said with a smile.
This Huineng is also a strange flower in the Shaolin Temple. According to the Shaolin Temple's diet and martial arts training standards, he is lucky to not be thin, but he can grow fat, no worse than the fat guys from rich families.
"It's natural. You guys are still going to challenge me with Arhat Boxing today, or the Fuhu Boxing that you just learned a while ago? Let me tell you, I know all the two sets of boxing you are doing. Is there anything new?"
"Tch, we have received guidance from our master. This time we definitely want you to taste the taste of failure!"
The next second, six young monk soldiers surrounded Le Yuan in two groups, and then each one used the Arhat Fist in a stylish manner. Although it cannot be said that the fighting was amazing, the posture was indescribably standard.
Luohan Quan is the basic martial arts of Shaolin. Anyone who wants to learn advanced martial arts must inevitably start with this set of martial arts. It can take at least three years and as many as ten years. If you don't imprint this set of Arhat Fist into your bones and practice the basic Dragon-Subduing Arhat Kung Fu to perfection, don't even think about entering the Arhat Hall, the Discipline Academy and other halls to learn the next step.
But how could this group of young monks, some of whom had not even begun to learn internal skills, be Le Yuan's opponents? Each of them looked to be about ten years old, and their physiques were not much worse than Le Yuan's. But in a real confrontation, Le Yuan could knock down five of them with one hand.
"Slow!" "Stiff!" "The lower body is unstable!" "Punches are weak!" "The change of moves is too obvious!"...
Le Yuan broke out from the surrounding of this group of young monks and responded to them with one move at a time. At the same time, he commented on each move with them.
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
After five sounds in a row, the five young monks fell to the ground and lost their shit. At this time, Le Yuan stood in front of the only smart guy. Who else could this guy be if he wasn't Huineng? After taking the lead in the charge, he found the right opportunity to shrink back, and was able to avoid Le Yuan's attacks just a few moments ago.
"I said, you are getting smarter and smarter, but you are too timid. You are worse than a silly deer. If your master finds out about this, he won't let you be put in confinement!"
Le Yuan patted Huineng's shoulder and hugged him like a brother.
"Senior Brother Huineng, you are so cunning. When you left the temple, you said that we would be able to defeat A Feng this time. Who knew you would actually escape from the battle..."
A little monk, who was slapped on the ground by Le Yuan and almost fell into an eight-petal buttocks, slowly stood up while rubbing his buttocks, and said to Huineng with blurred tears in his eyes.
"Hey, you senior brothers, I am self-aware. We have fought Ah Feng no less than seven times. Every time you can avoid this guy's fist, I doubt whether we are practicing boxing stupidly. Even Ah Feng Feng’s crops can’t even be dealt with…”
Just when Huineng was scolding his junior brothers as if he had come before him, Le Yuan directly took the revenge and started eating the steamed buns. Although Le Yuan himself has hunted before and made tooth sacrifices for his never-full belly, how can he eat barbecue all the time? There will be a time when you get tired of even the most delicious food. At this time, take the Shaolin Temple The white flour steamed buns produced here are also good for a change.
This is probably another characteristic of Le Yuan's body. Due to the rapid increase in strength, his appetite is also like a bottomless pit. No matter how much he eats, Le Yuan's body can turn it into energy and store it almost instantly.
"Hmm - do you guys have any plans for the future? Arhat Hall, Prajna Hall, Bodhi Courtyard, Discipline Courtyard, Zhengdao Courtyard, Confession Hall, Medicine King Courtyard, Relic Courtyard, Buddhist Sutra Pavilion, Bodhidharma Courtyard, this is a place If you want to go there, you can’t stay under the protection of your master, right?”
Ordinary monks will never get ahead, but as long as they show enough qualifications, entering the ten courtyards above will be a step to the sky. If you want to learn skills like the Seventy-Two Special Skills, you can never even think about it without joining these places. In the minds of a group of young Shaolin monks, these ten courtyards are their lifelong goals.
However, they are also self-aware. Although the status of the ten houses is equal, there are also relatively obvious divisions. According to their abilities, they are most likely to be able to enter Luohan Hall, Prajna Hall, and Yaowang Hall in the future. Their achievements are at most high-level warrior monks, and it is almost impossible to become the head of any of them.
"Dong-dong-dong-"
Just as a group of people were having fun demonstrating their martial arts, suddenly the sound of bells was heard in the distance.
"No, something big happened in the temple. Ah Feng, let's go first. See you next time!"
As soon as they heard the bell, the faces of the group of young monks changed drastically, and then they ran towards the Shaolin Temple one by one without even bothering to test their skills with Le Yuan.
While Le Yuan was looking in the direction of Shaolin Temple and thinking hard, suddenly the Marrow Cleansing Sutra once again issued a strong reminder of crisis, and the target came from behind Le Yuan. Although the reminder from the Marrow Cleansing Sutra was particularly strong, Le Yuan was unable to spy on the other party's whereabouts when he took the initiative to look for him.
The unity of heaven and man, this is the real realm that Le Yuan cannot feel. When Le Yuan was weak, there was nothing he could do about this kind of state that only a true master could achieve.
But it is not easy to achieve the unity of nature and man. Even Xuanci, the eldest brother who took the lead, did not necessarily have such a state five years ago. And more importantly, why does a master with such a level have such murderous intention towards a young child like Le Yuan
Just when Le Yuan was standing still, he suddenly pounced forward, and the next second the trunk of a towering tree next to Le Yuan was broken by a soundless and strong finger force.
The mastermind hiding behind the scenes obviously did not expect that Le Yuan would dodge the attack in this way. However, the moment of confusion lasted only a moment, and soon the second round of attacks came.
It is still an extremely powerful finger force. This silent but powerful finger force attack is by no means an ordinary move. Countless martial arts skills flashed through Le Yuan's mind instantly, such as powerful diamond drills and flower finger twisting. One Yang finger…
However, none of these moves were consistent with the moves attacking him in front of him. Just when Le Yuan was about to repeat his old trick and rely on the danger prediction of the Marrow Cleansing Sutra to avoid the next blow, he saw that Le Yuan's legs had not yet moved, and suddenly his right leg Lean forward.
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After being hit, Le Yuan realized at the moment he fell that he had underestimated the sneak attacker. Not only did the opponent conceal his murderous intent, but his moves became even more subtle. Not only did there not be any strong wind flowing out, there was not even the slightest fluctuation in the air flow.
And now that one leg was injured, how could Le Yuan, a slightly stronger young man, escape from the master who never showed up
Locked, Le Yuan, who was locked with murderous intent, could no longer escape with one foot even if he stood up on one leg.
At this moment, a man wearing gray robes and a monk's robe, with his face covered and only his eyes exposed, walked out of the forest. He stretched out his right index finger and was about to strike the next blow.
"Joint fingers?"
As soon as Le Yuan's slightly childish voice came out, he saw the gray-robed masked man opposite him tremble. Seeing this performance, Le Yuan immediately understood who this person was, the old bastard Murong Bo who faked his death and hid in the Shaolin Temple.
Thinking about it this way, Le Yuan can be regarded as the fundamental purpose of the target opponent's sneak attack on him. He had a blood feud with the other party. Le Yuan had just shown an unusual talent. It would be strange for the other party not to show murderous intent.
"Boy! If you want to blame it, it's because you know too much. Die!"
Murong Bo tapped his index finger three times, and in the next second, three fingers completely enveloped Le Yuan and wrapped them together in the shape of a "pin". The blending of the fingers contained a murderous aura, and Le Yuan faintly felt... Jian seemed to see the distortion of space.
"Bang bang bang—"
Three explosions sounded, and the huge air wave caused Le Yuan to fly up and hit a tree trunk on one side.
Le Yuan, whose three finger strikes missed, was intercepted by a tall figure in the air. What Le Yuan saw before flying out was the very familiar look in his eyes after five years - cheap dad Xiao Yuanshan.