Duan Yu's Biography of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 143 Shaolin’s tradition cannot be lost, let alone lost!
Inside the Shaolin Temple.

The ancient pines are towering, vigorous and lush.

A man and a woman were strolling in the temple, which shocked all the monks.

When did Shaolin Temple allow women to enter?

Duan Yu let Guo Xiang look east and west, while he stood in front of the Main Hall with his hands behind his hands, staring intently.

The Main Hall, which was once split in half by his own sword, has been repaired.

It seems that Shaolin has forgotten the pain back then!

Not long after, a monk from the Discipline Academy ran a few feet away from the two of them and said loudly: "The chief master of the Discipline Academy issued an order: Anyone who comes should leave the temple immediately and go to the reed pavilion at the bottom of the mountain to listen to the Dharma's instructions!"

Can't afford to lose, right?
Guo Xiang sneered and said: "Do you follow the instructions? The official power of your Shaolin Temple is so great. I wonder if you should be an official of the Emperor of the Song Dynasty or the Emperor of Mongolia?"

At this time, most of the Song Dynasty's territory was occupied, and the place where the Shaolin Temple was located was controlled by Mongolia.

It's just that the Mongolian army failed to attack Xiangyang year after year. They were busy mobilizing troops and generals and had no time to pay attention to the jungle temples.

Being ridiculed by Guo Xiang, the monk couldn't help but become furious.

Just as he was about to scold him, he suddenly heard the bells in the temple ringing loudly.

"Dangdangdang..."

Knocked several times.

Immediately afterwards, many footsteps were fast and dense, but they seemed light and vigorous.

A group of bald monks in yellow robes rushed out from behind the Main Hall.

They hold wooden sticks, have a calm temperament, and have extraordinary cultivation.

"Amitabha!"

A chant of Buddha slowly swept over, peaceful and vicissitudes of life.

Before the Buddha's name was finished, three old monks floated over, soundlessly, as if a gust of wind was blowing.

"The two benefactors are polite. Our temple is the residence of monks. Please ask this female benefactor to come out!"

The three old monks are as old as pine trees, with bright eyebrows and silver beards. They all have their hands clasped together, their eyes are slightly closed, and they have a solemn appearance.

Guo Xiang smiled and said: "Just now, an old monk among you lost a bet with me and said he allowed me to come and go freely. You Shaolin won't deny it, right?"

The Zen Master Wu Se before was exactly one of the three old monks.

There are two others, one is Abbot Tianming of Shaolin Temple;

The other is the first Zen Master Wuxiang of the Discipline Academy.

These three people represent some of the top combat forces in Shaolin Temple.

Of course, the monk Jueyuan who carried water in an iron bucket had much stronger internal energy than the three of them.

Jue Yuan is the guardian of the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple, and he has unknowingly mastered the Nine Yang Magic Skill.

But Jue Yuan is a strange master. His internal strength is even stronger than the five unique skills, but he doesn't know any moves at all.

He usually doesn't fight with others, and others just treat him as an ordinary monk.

Zen Master Wuse Heshi said: "The poor monk lost to the girl, but his original intention was to invite the girl to come down the mountain, not to enter the temple. Our temple has strict rules and women are not allowed to enter. It will offend Amitabha..."

Guo Xiang said: "Why can't women enter the Shaolin Temple? You eminent monks think that Buddhism is profound, but haven't you understood the way of existence and non-existence?"

Zen Master Wu Se smiled slightly: "The poor monk is a layman, and he is not good at observing the Dharma. It is difficult to see through the red skull. I am ashamed!"

Zen Master Wu Se was a heroic and open-minded person. He was originally a hero in the green forest, but later joined the Shaolin sect.

I have been practicing Buddhism intensively for decades, but my past heroic nature has not changed.

In the original world of the divine sculpture, Zen Master Wu Se, at the request of Yang Guo, led people to burn the food and grass of the Mongolian army on Guo Xiang's 16th birthday.

It’s hard to imagine that this was something a monk took the lead in doing.

The Shaolin Nine Yang Kung Fu in the Yitian world was also discovered and passed down by this Zen master Wu Se.

Guo Xiang said: "I'm not here to become a monk, I just came in to take a look."

Seeing that she still refused to leave, Wu Xiang, the leader of the Discipline Academy, shouted: "How can we allow women to come in and out of the holy land of Buddhism? This has defiled the holy land and damaged the reputation of our Shaolin Temple!"

This was said so rudely that no woman would be able to bear such humiliation.

Guo Xiang's expression became cold: "What if I don't leave?"

"Amitabha..." Wuxiang announced the Buddha's name with a fierce expression: "A poor monk is not talented, so he can only compete with the female donor!"

"This old monk is quite interesting!" Guo Xiang pursed her lips and sneered.

She thought that the old monk would still be verbose for a while.

But I never thought that he would be direct and straightforward, without saying any nonsense, and directly engage in hand-to-hand combat and set up the formation.

“Senior Brother Wuxiang, it’s better not to take action!”

Zen Master Wuse came out to persuade him.

He knows that the young man next to the little girl is the boss.

It is unfathomable to be incomprehensible!

Zen Master Wuxiang waved his hand: "Junior Brother Wuse, don't worry, even if you are a descendant of the Five Ultimate Skills, you must follow the rules in our Shaolin!"

If Shaolin Temple wants to open a temple and return to the world, it must kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.

It would be better if this girl were the descendant of Wujue!
In recent years, the martial arts world has been almost dominated by the Five Jue.

The Eastern Evil, the Western Poison, the Southern Emperor and the Northern Beggar have magical powers, and they don’t take Shaolin seriously at all!

Shaolin has not left the mountain for more than a hundred years. Is there really no master in the world?
They must be taught a lesson.

Let’s take action on this little girl!

No matter how powerful the man next to her is, the worst thing is that all three of us, brothers and sisters, can do it together!

I recall the instructions left by the Shaolin masters back then: If you can’t beat someone, fight in a group, as long as you can win!

The instructions left by our ancestors are all bloody experiences!

"Donoress, please!"

The old monk Wuxiang took a step forward, and everyone's eyes were dazzled. He appeared three feet away, with his palms clasped together in a tithe, and his expression was solemn.

Abbot Tianming's robe sleeves were fluttering, and he watched motionless, with a calm expression, allowing Wu Xiang to take action.

"Master?" Guo Xiang turned to look at Duan Yu.

Just now, I was just trying to show off my quick words and didn't realize the gap in martial arts between myself and Shaolin.

If it were an ordinary monk, she could handle it.

But this old monk is obviously a person with profound skills, no worse than the Wuse Zen Master just now.

How could he be his opponent?

Duan Yu smiled slightly: "Don't panic, just come here."

Guo Xiang hurriedly jumped over, blinking his big watery eyes.

"Turn around, let your anger sink in your Dantian, don't move."

After whispering in her ear, Duan Yu put his palm on her petite back.

On-site initiation!

Guo Xiang's face turned red and she couldn't help but let out a sigh.

I only feel a pure power flowing through the meridians of my limbs, gathering in my Dantian.But it's not painful, but a feeling of relief.

In the blink of an eye, Guo Xiang acquired the extremely pure skill of Jiazi.

If it weren't for Duan Yu's personal protection, others would have had their meridians explode on the spot if they had such internal strength.

Because their ranks were too low, the old monks didn't know what the two were doing. They only knew that the man was explaining things to the little girl.

Or are you planning to find a reason to leave?

In short, he must be timid.

Look at the little girl's face turning red.

It was obvious that he was talking big words and flashed his tongue. He was ashamed!

"Little girl, if you are afraid"

After Guo Xiang calmed down, she took two steps forward and said loudly: "I have heard for a long time that Shaolin was once the Beidou of the martial arts world, and its 72 stunts shocked the world. This little girl is not talented, and I want to learn Shaolin's tricks!"

Ok?
Dare to fight?

Is this girl crazy?
"Amitabha……"

Zen Master Wuxiang pronounced the Buddha's name again and nodded slowly: "In that case, I will ask this girl for advice."

"You are mistaken."

Duan Yu raised his hand, shook it slightly, and pointed at the other two monks: "You three are coming together."

"Amitabha!" The three monks raised their frosty eyebrows and announced the Buddha's name at the same time.

There is anger in the Buddha's name, and the sound is like a big copper bell, echoing endlessly in the Shaolin Temple.

The surrounding air stirred, rippling like a lake, and the surrounding flowers and leaves trembled.

Although they are profound in Buddhism, they also stir up unknown fires.

The two opponents are young, but they have to fight one against three, and they are still a little girl.

The clay figurine also has three kinds of Qi, not to mention the three eminent monks with outstanding martial arts in Shaolin Temple!

Guo Xiang, an expert in art, was bold and said with a smile: "Three masters, please take action!"

She took the initiative and suddenly appeared in front of Zen Master Wuxiang.

Everyone's eyes were dimmed, and they almost didn't see Guo Xiang clearly.

"what!"

Zen Master Wuxiang exclaimed softly, as if he was extremely surprised.

He has great confidence in his Qinggong and has reached perfection.

Unexpectedly, a little girl's body skills are not inferior to mine!

No wonder he dares to brazenly challenge three people!

"See the real chapter!"

Zen Master Wuxiang's frosty eyebrows fluttered, and his broad monk's robes fluttered endlessly.

After saying that, he punched out unceremoniously.

But it’s the Great Vajra Fist!

Guo Xiang hummed sweetly: "See you soon!"

After that, he took a step forward and punched out as well.

Her fist was small and exquisite, a snow-white ball, like a ball of cotton, and it would probably not hurt if she hit it.

But this punch contains huge internal power. One punch is enough to kill an elephant!
The Shaolin Vajra Fist is fierce and domineering.

Kong Ming Quan is the most yin and gentle martial art in the world.

When the two fists collided, there was a muffled sound.

The monks thought that under the iron fist of Prime Minister Wu, the woman's small fist would be shattered and fractured.

However, he was surprised to find that the leader of Wuxiang was shocked and took seven or eight steps back before he could stabilize his body.

Competing with Guo Xiang, who has just gained 60 years of pure internal strength, to compete in boxing is tantamount to humiliating oneself!

Abbot Tianming raised his eyebrows, and he looked at Zen Master Wu Se, and both saw the solemn look in his eyes.

It turns out that these two people are not arrogant, but they are talented people with courage and unique skills!

"The poor monk's eyesight is so poor that he didn't see the depth of this heroine. I'm ashamed!"

Abbot Tianming said something polite first, and then checked Zen Master Wuxiang's injury.

Finding that it was not serious, the three monks stood together again.

"You three, you can do it together this time!"

Guo Xiang was angry and had the mentality of a little girl.

Abbot Tianming nodded and turned to the other two old monks: "Junior Brother Wuse, Junior Brother Wuxiang, since this heroine is interested, let's accompany her!"

He and his two junior brothers nodded slightly, implying three against one.

Shaolin’s tradition cannot be lost, let alone lost!
Zen Master Wu Se hurriedly said: "It's all a misunderstanding. It will inevitably cause harm if you take action, so why not just let it go?"

In his heart, he was not optimistic about his three brothers.

We are all quite old and have high status in Shaolin. If we are really defeated by this little girl, I am afraid we will be unhappy.

If the two senior brothers passed away due to anger, it would be their own fault.

In the final analysis, it was all because of him that he attracted this aunt to enter the Shaolin Temple.

After all, all the sins are your own!

Duan Yu saw Zen Master Wu Se clasping his hands together and looking pleading, so he couldn't help but glare at him.

Do you want to stop us two from showing off?
Don't back down yet!
Zen Master Wu Se was stared at by him, and suddenly felt empty in his heart, as if something had been drained out.

His expression froze for a moment and he remained silent.

Duan Yu has always been arrogant, and he will not tolerate anyone who dares to offend him.

This Shaolin Temple looked like an emperor's temple, which really annoyed him.

Sometimes, in his eyes, these people are like ants.

Even if you don't bother to argue with them, you still have to give them a little pain and teach them a lesson, so that they don't get mad again next time!
Want to solve the temple and come back to the world?
Who allowed it?

"In this case, the three poor monks will only be offended!"

"Junior Brother Wu Se, you haven't returned to your position yet!"

"Yes, Brother Abbot!"

Zen Master Wu Se responded in a low voice, and in a flash, the person was already standing behind him, the monk's robe drooped, not moving at all.

　Regarding why Guo Xiang called Duan Yu "Master".

　　I didn't notice this mistake at first. I wanted to write the plot of Yang Guo's son Yang Potian, but then I simply deleted it when I was ready to finish the volume. The role was given to Guo Xiang, but I forgot to change the title.

　　In Chapter 139 "16 Years Later", I revised it and explained it forcefully.
　　Duan Yu didn't like disciples, and he didn't like Yang Guo and his wife calling him master unexpectedly.

　　Guo Xiang had no disciples, no master, and her knowledge was quite miscellaneous. She liked to learn martial arts from her brother-in-law Yang Guo, so she jokingly called Duan Yu "Master".

　　I have been called "Master" for many years, and I have become accustomed to it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)