He Rulong got up from his seat, turned his back to the abbot and said, "It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the world's martial arts are out of Shaolin.
It is conceivable how profound the kung fu of Shaolin Temple is!
In Xia Bucai, when I was a child, I once fantasized about worshipping in the Shaolin court, but unfortunately I couldn't get what I wanted.
So I came today, planning to go to the Shaolin Zangjing Pavilion to have a look, and I also looked at the abbot Haihan to give me the next opportunity. ” "Impossible!!"
When the abbot heard this, he immediately vetoed it.
Shaolin Scripture Pavilion, not to mention the countless scriptures, seventy-two stunts and various cheats, all in it.
Since the temple was founded, no outsider has ever entered to read the cheats.
How could it be possible to break the temple rules in his hands?
"Then hope abbot, don't blame me for breaking in!"
The words fell, and the steel knife on the waist of the brocade guard in the house came out of its sheath.
Huh!
Huh!
Huh!!
The bright sword light shook the eyes of the monks in the meditation room.
"Donor, do you think that my Shaolin Temple has been based on the Central Plains for thousands of years and has no reliance?
The old man advises you to come from and where you are going.
Shaolin doesn't want blood!
Speaking of which, the two sides almost tore their faces.
Further, it's a bloody battle!!
"Hehe, Abbot.
Since I dare to come and forcibly break into the Shaolin Zangjing Pavilion, I naturally have my support.
And my reliance is Da Ming!
Although the Ming Dynasty is now suffering from internal and external troubles, it is still the master of the Central Plains!
And someone Bai was ordered to come to investigate the Tartar spies, hoping that Shaolin, who had admired him for a long time when he was young, would not hide his filth!
Now Lord Ben suspects that the spy is hiding in the Scripture Pavilion, how are you doing?
Abbot, ask yourself, do you dare to kill us?
If you can kill one, you can kill all of us?
Besides, since someone dares to come, he is not afraid of you!
At least my kung fu is enough to escape.
If you suddenly return to the capital, you Shaolin will be wiped out!!
” "You!"
The abbot was red-faced, pointing at He Rulong and scolding shamelessly in his heart.
Indeed, the reputation of Shaolin Temple in the rivers and lakes, the first righteous path can still afford it.
But compared to the Ming Dynasty, what is it?
People don't care what thousand-year-old temples you have, they only know that if Shaolin kills Jinyiwei and the Son of Heaven's army, it will definitely send troops to exterminate it!
At that time, the accumulation of Shaolin for thousands of years will inevitably be destroyed.
If you want to restore the old days in the future, I am afraid it will be even more difficult.
"Abbot, how's that?
List of white people entering the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, do you allow it?
He Rulong asked with a smile on his face, not caring at all, the abbot's already trembling body.
"Which martial arts do you want?
The old man brought it to you!!
The old abbot gritted his teeth, and seemed to have made a decision in his heart.
"It's not about martial arts, I just want to see the scriptures!"
"You, you, you, you ......, insatiable!"
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He Rulong was so powerful when he came, so he went back for a cheatbook and used him as a beggar?
The abbot is in a dilemma, and he can't advance or retreat.
If they are not allowed to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, they will inevitably die and the net will be broken, and in the end, Shaolin will be destroyed.
Of course, he can also bet that Daming will not send troops to exterminate Shaolin for the sake of a brocade guard.
But this probability is very small, after all, people are the pro-army of the Son of Heaven, in other words, the face of the emperor.
You killed someone, slapped the emperor hard, and wanted people to put down the butcher's knife, but you didn't believe it.
If He Rulong is allowed to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, will others follow suit in the future and use the government to suppress them?
At that time, wouldn't it be all over the world to spread Shaolin cheats, and they can still sit on the name of the first temple in the world?
He Rulong turned around, looked at the embarrassed abbot and said, "Why don't you do this, how about someone Bai worship under the abbot and be a lay disciple?"
” When he came, he had already thought that if he could suppress Shaolin, he would naturally enter the Scripture Pavilion directly.
But if there is a stalemate, give them a step yourself.
In case Fang Zhangzhang really comes to a fish and breaks the net, he He Rulong won't do it!
A lay disciple, being someone else's apprentice, in exchange for entering the Shaolin Zangjing Pavilion to read the seventy-two stunts, this transaction is worth it!
"This ......" the abbot hesitated, the way is a good way.
If He Rulong became his disciple, he was not unqualified to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
But you are a lay disciple, you have not made meritorious service to Shaolin, and you are not the next abbot heir, why should you let you in!
After thinking for a moment, the abbot said with a slight smile: "Master Bai, if you worship in the Shaolin court and become a monk.
As a disciple of Lao Gao's personal lineage, he can naturally enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. ” He Rulong shook his head, if there was no task of the primordial space.
He wished he had become a monk and shaved his degree, worshiped in Shaolin, and became a monk to practice martial arts honestly and enhance his strength.
"Since the white donor refuses, then there is only one way.
As long as you break through the Shaolin Eighteen Bronze Formation alone, even a lay disciple can enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to see the seventy-two stunts.
The abbot smiled, he knew that He Rulong would never become a monk.
Then he told him that the lay disciples could only enter after breaking through the eighteen bronze arrays, and it was not easy for him to turn his face.
And the eighteen bronze arrays, where is it so easy to break through?
As long as He Rulong is defeated, he will naturally not be troubled and leave Shaomu Mountain honestly.
Suddenly, the Shaolin crisis can naturally be resolved.
"Good!"
He Rulong agreed, this is the best result. continues to persecute the old abbot, and when the time comes, he will be in danger.
He doesn't think that there are no powerful masters in the Shaolin Temple.
In case of a complete break, more than a dozen masters on a par with Lu Wenzhao suddenly pop up, not only will their goal be achieved, but they will also shed their skin if they don't die.
If it weren't for the skin of Jinyiwei, he wouldn't have dared to beat the idea of Shaolin Zangjing Pavilion to death.
Since the negotiation was agreed, the old abbot held a simple ceremony, and from now on, He Rulong is a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple.
Of course, it's just for show, and the abbot won't treat him as his apprentice.
And He Rulong would not think that the old monk was his master.
It's all about saving face and making both sides accept.
With confidence and a smile, the abbot led a group of brocade guards to the temple practice ground.
He Rulong knew what he was thinking when he looked at his expression.
It's a pity that if he is not sure, he will definitely not agree to it.
This old monk's abacus is afraid that it will fail!!
On the empty practice ground, eighteen bronze men stood with sticks in their hands.
The whole body of this group of people was glowing with gold, and the sticks in their hands were all made of brass.
If you are pumped in the human body, you will inevitably end up with broken bones and muscles.
And they naturally heard about the fact that the Jinyi Wei Baihu forced the abbot to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
If you want to show mercy to your subordinates, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult.
"Bai Shi, please!"
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The old abbot stretched out his hand and said with a smile.
He Rulong's face was expressionless, and he counted the Cold Moon Knife on his waist.
As for the so-called embroidered spring knife, it was thrown away by him a long time ago.
There is certainty, and the lion fights the rabbit with all his might.
For the sake of seventy-two stunts, he didn't dare to slack off.
Besides, the person in front of him is the famous eighteen bronze men in Shaolin!!
The abbot looked at He Rulong, who was cautious and slowly moving forward with a knife, and smiled in his heart.
The eighteen bronze people in the practice field have eaten, lived and practiced together since childhood, and they can't say that they have the same heart.
But a look, a movement, can know the inner thoughts of others.
They have practiced the formation together since childhood, and with the hard skills they have cultivated, it is difficult to defeat them by themselves!
This is also the reason why the abbot is so confident.