The Era of National Martial Arts in the City

On a rainy night, the sky and the earth are dark, everything is washed without any color, the birds are not chirping, the fish are diving underwater, there is no pedestrian on the road, and the business is closed early.

The only thing that can be heard is the whistling wind, which is as harsh as a ghost’s cry, whipping the hearts of pedestrians. Also whip this quiet and peaceful temple.

The branches of the trees rattled, and the thousands of tiles on the roof also made a sound at this time, and even the doors and windows were constantly shaking.

This thousand-year-old temple, through the wind and rain, the sun and frost, has always been as stable as Mount Tai, standing on this land of God, can it be said that today will be…

Suddenly, only listening to the thud, a tile fell, originally only three meters from the ground, but suddenly shattered! Not even a fragment remained, and a whole piece was directly turned into chyme powder.

“Boom!” The rain was heavier and the thunder was getting louder.

Zhuge Xiaohua was still standing at the foot of the mountain, her brows furrowed tighter, and there seemed to be a few more white hairs at her sideburns.

Just now, he pinched his fingers and calculated, and the result was…

The death of the air under the middle finger is the fiercest of the six none. Shaolin Temple, this ancient temple is about to usher in an unprecedented crisis!

Is this really destiny?

He took a deep breath, lowered his head and looked at his fingers, and secretly said: “The rain in the valley above extinguished the last glimmer of hope of Wuhou, and now this heavy rain, should it also be…”

He shook his head violently, how could Shaolin’s thousand-year incense die because of this matter?

“Donor, the little monk has finally found you!”

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind, Zhuge Huoran turned around, and when he saw the familiar figure, his tense nerves were instantly relaxed, and he smiled slightly: “You are called Wuzhu, right?”

The person who came, it was the little Shami just now, he quickly greeted him, his clean monk’s robe was also covered with sludge, and I don’t know how long he ran.

A trot rushed to him, and then clasped his hands together: “Amitabha, Mr. Zhuge , it’s so cold outside, go back to the room with the little monk to rest.”

Zhuge Xiaohua replied and said, “In this way, the little monk will lead the way.”

After walking two steps, he remembered something and said, “It’s so dark, how did you know that Old Immortal was here?”

“I followed all the way, I followed, I heard the explosion before, worried about the safety of the donor, and finally saw that you are okay, I was relieved!”

He said it sincerely, with a reassuring smile on his face.

Zhuge Xiaohua was so impressed that she couldn’t help but look at him a few more times, only to see that this person had a square nose and a square face, his nostrils facing the sky, to be honest… It’s really ugly.

Yuzhu also noticed that he was looking at himself and turned his head. His demeanor looked a little embarrassed.

The more Zhuge Xiaohua looked at it, the more he thought this monk was interesting, I don’t know. I always feel that this person looks a little similar to someone, but I can’t remember who it is for a while.

“Donor, it’s time for us to go.” A reminder from the virtual bamboo.

Zhuge came back to his senses, but seeing that his body was trembling, he seemed to be unable to support it, and quickly put his hand on his shoulder, and then a breath of true luck passed, and when his face turned rosy, he lifted it up and went straight to the mountain.

After coming to the Heavenly King Hall in one breath before stopping, Zhuge Xiaohua smiled slightly and said, “Hasn’t the little master practiced Shaolin internal skills?”

Wuzhu hurriedly shook his head: “The little monk’s qualifications are dull, and he can’t be a Shaolin martial monk, so he can only do some ordinary work of picking firewood and water, and lighting a fire to cook.”

Zhuge quipped: “Wasn’t Master Huineng of the Six Ancestors also cooking rice back then, and finally accomplished?”

Wuzhu clasped his hands together: “Anita Buddha, the master has a pure heart, what ninja cannot endure, what pedestrians cannot do, even after great enlightenment, he still hid behind the hunter pile for sixteen years, and finally came out to preach the teachings of the grand sutra and popularize all sentient beings.” Juniors like me can only recite the Buddha name of Anitha Buddha. ”

When he spoke, his face was filled with yearning and reverence.

“Well, this son is firm in his will, and he has a naked heart, and he will definitely do something great in the future. Even if you don’t learn martial arts, you can become a Buddhist master. ”

Secretly praised, Zhuge Xiaohua remembered something again, and then exclaimed: “Little monk, you… No, are you saying that you don’t know martial arts at all? ”

“Oh… The monks don’t speak, and the little monk still knows a little Luohan boxing. ”

As he spoke, he put on a posture and prepared for the show.

Zhuge quickly waved his hand to stop him, and asked again: “When the three people exploded, were you also at the scene?”

Wuzhu was stunned, and then nodded and replied: “Yes, I was in the Heavenly King Hall at that time, but Mr. kill, no, after solving that red mist, it flashed away, and I also searched for half a day to find it…”

“So, you didn’t inhale that red mist either, did you?” Zhuge Chang breathed a sigh of relief, and was a little uneasy, carefully examined for a while, and then put his hand on his pulse to diagnose, and after confirming that his pulse was normal, a stone in his heart finally landed.

“By the way, why did this huge temple only see you?” Zhuge then asked.

“Everyone else is now guarding around the abbot’s room, all the senior brothers of the Luohan Hall, and the Dharma Academy are waiting strictly, I heard that something big has happened in the past few days, and I don’t know what happened, hey, I can’t help, so I have to come to find you, sir.” I wonder if Mr. can tell the little monk, what happened? ”

Zhuge Xiaohua frowned and said, “This matter is very important, but it doesn’t hurt to tell you.”

Then he told the ins and outs of what happened. The last sighed: “Little monk, you go back to rest first.”

Hearing this, Wuzhu raised his thick eyebrows: “Although my virtual bamboo has low martial arts, I am not greedy for life and afraid of death, if he dares to come, I will be the first to stop him!”

He was a young man’s heart, and he didn’t consider any consequences at all, Zhuge didn’t care, only smiled slightly, and said: “Little monk, don’t be stubborn, this person has me and a few Xuanzi masters, you just…”

As he spoke, Zhuge Xiaohua’s expression changed slightly, and his eyes shot into the distance.

Outside the door, it was hazy, only the dripping raindrops, and the splashes on the ground. I don’t know what he was seeing.

Izuku was surprised, and looked out as he looked, but he didn’t see anything.

“What should come, will come after all.” Zhuge sighed, slowly pulled out the short stick behind his back, and said in a deep voice: “Little master, immediately go to the mountain to inform your junior brothers, just say that there is a strong enemy approaching.”

Although he didn’t know what was going on, he still answered hard, and then quickly…

“Wait, little monk, ask you something.” Zhuge remembered something again.

And the latter had just rushed to the door, but he still froze and turned around with a puzzled look.

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