Gao Qiang served Zhang Sanfeng all the way, and did his best. Zhang Wuji did not cause any trouble except for the occasional cold poison in his body. Gao Qiangyu and Zhang Wuji and his relationships improved in the past year, and they also rose from acquaintances to a friend stage. This does not mean that Gao Qiang is so good-natured, but Zhang Wuji is a natural good-looking man.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng frowning, Gao Qiang knew that the old Taoist priest was very worried.

What Zhang Sanfeng thought was just a troublesome thing: people could not help themselves when they entered the world.

Fame and fortune are what everyone thinks, and it is impossible to avoid the monks, nuns, Taoist priests and uncles who have entered the Taoist temple. Zhang Sanfeng himself was an abandoned disciple of Shaolin and was despised by Shaolin. Later, he created such a large family business as Wudang, and he had a vague tendency to be above Shaolin. Although Shaolin disciples had a high ability to recite the Buddha's name one by one, they could not resolve the anger in their hearts.

This time, when he went up the mountain to seek scriptures, Zhang Sanfeng decided to leave all his false reputations behind. The most worrying thing was that he could not obtain the scriptures. Zhang Wuji's life was worrying. He was worthy of being a great master. Secondly, he thought of the reputation and honor of Wudang - no matter what the result was, this time when he went to Shaolin, Wudang's sect would be overthrown by Shaolin in the world from then on.

Along the way, an old Taoist priest had two little servants and three little donkeys, and also encountered many thieves with scissors. However, with Gao Qiang and Zhang Wuji, it was really easy to deal with. All the little thieves were urinating and retreating, and Zhang Sanfeng didn't even move a beard.

In his spare time on the road, Gao Qiang sincerely asked Zhang Sanfeng for some martial arts problems. His kung fu in the ancient tomb school will naturally not be revealed to others. However, he often has questions and is confused about it. He is worried about others and is afraid that others will not have the ability. If he asks Zhang Sanfeng, he will feel much more at ease.

Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but be surprised all the way, and told Gao Qiang that the ancient tomb sect was profound in kung fu, and he had never heard of what he had said. He carefully explained some of the problems in martial arts to Gao Qiang along the way, and Gao Qiang also gained something. Shaolin Yuwudang and Jianghu, the two major sects, were not far apart. One was in southern Henan and the other was in northern Hubei, but hundreds of miles away. It arrived in a few days.

Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji were tall and brave, and each of them rode a small donkey. They crossed the desert water through the mouth of the old river, went ashore and headed straight to Nanyang, then turned north to Ruzhou, then turned west, and the road was directly pointed at Songshan.

It was quite smooth to come to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain. There was no trouble. Gao Qiang was eye-catching and diligent - tied three donkeys to a tree by the roadside, and the "glorious mission" to support Zhang Sanfeng to the donkey was unique to Zhang Wuji. This is a difference between closeness and distantness, not Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji were people who valued their identities. It was obvious that the social environment at that time was naturally like this. Gao Qiang sometimes hated the itchy teeth. The three of them went all the way to Shaoshi Mountain. Zhang Sanfeng is now revisiting the old place, watching the summer. The peaks are lush and the bluestone road is still the same. He was 104 and a half years old this year. He pushed back eighty-eight years ago. At that time, he was about sixteen years old and served by Master Jueyuan. At that time, his master and disciple went up the mountain and down the mountain on the bluestone road. He went out of the temple and entered the temple countless times.

It was on this hard bluestone slab that was more hard than iron, and He Zudao, the founder of the Kunlun School, almost beat the monks of Shaolin Temple with bluestone. If he hadn't been caught by accident, he was carrying iron barrels and chains. With the powerful internal strength of the Nine Yangs Sutra and the benefits of the big iron barrel, he broke He Zudao's "chess" and "sword" path. Later, Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Junbao at that time, took He Zudao's ten moves, which made this strange man never follow the Middle Earth for his whole life and created the foundation of Kunlun. He wanted his disciples to overwhelm Shaolin.

However, because Zhang Junbao was implicated by the Shaolin traitor Huo Forefather Tuo because of his own martial arts, Shaolin was limited to the rules and wanted to capture him and deprive his martial arts. This made him feel that he was in trouble and took Zhang Junbao one by one, and escaped from Shaolin.

This is the origin of Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei Yu Kunlun. In the battle back then, there were three major sects in the martial arts world since then, which is a strange thing.

Zhang Sanfeng looked up and saw that the trees were still green, the stele forest was unkempt, and the bluestone slabs were shining brightly. In just eighty-eight years, it was like flowing water. Master Jueyuan passed away 88 years ago. Guo Li and He Zudao died of drought. Even the Sei Se Zen Master who took care of everyone back then had passed away. The person he knew has never been alive.

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng felt a sense of boredom for no reason. After living for a long time, he was also tired. In front of him, a small green donkey appeared with a yellow shirt and a long sword on it. A bright-eyed girl smiled and said with a hibiscus golden silk bracelet in her hand, saying softly: "You take this bracelet to Liyang to see my father and mother... but my sister has a bad temper... you just need to follow her, that's it."

The trees are still the same, the ancient road has not changed, the scenery is like yesterday, but people are like the cold wind in the mountains, and will never reappear.

Gao Qiang saw Zhang Sanfeng walking on this road, and the easy-going people became cold and stern. He also knew that he was thinking about things in his heart, so he followed behind him with honesty. His eyesight was far superior to ordinary people. Looking around, Shaolin Temple could be seen in a pavilion in front of him, with a sign hanging on it with three big words: Li Xueting Pavilion.

When the three of them walked forward, they watched two young monks walking towards each other. This was the first time they saw a monk in Shaolin Temple going up the mountain. The two of them lowered their heads and raised their steps with solemn faces. Obviously, the rules in the temple are very strict, and even when they leave the temple, they also pay attention to their image. This is in sharp contrast to the sloppy and laziness in Wu.

Zhang Sanfeng's body has now regained his sloppy and lazy temperament. Because Taoism pursues whatever he wants, he never forces it. Seeing two young monks coming, he yells "Wuliang Tianzun" forward, and the two monks stood there and yelled the Buddha's name, which was considered as a chance encounter, returning the favor, looking at him one by one, waiting for the following text.

Zhang Sanfeng said: "Please let the two masters inform you. Zhang Sanfeng from Wudang has something to pay homage to the abbot's master."

The fat young monk on the left was stunned: "Zhang Sanfeng? You, you...a good guy's courage, dare to come and enjoy us!"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said, "What are the best fakes for Zhang Sanfeng's land signs?

Greedy means that the two little masters don’t have to doubt it!”

The two monks looked at each other, but then looked at Zhang Sanfeng carefully.

Gao Qiang stood behind and couldn't help but laugh. He thought to himself: Judging from his appearance, Zhang Sanfeng does not look like a grandmaster.

But he looked at his green Taoist robe, with a large piece of water and gray stains on his face. His clothes were not dirty and could not be called neat. Zhang Sanfeng used to have a famous nickname - the Sloppy Taoist Priest. Everyone called him Zhang Lai behind his back, but his contemporaries basically died, and most of the younger generations would respectfully call him Zhang Zhenren.

In the past, people called him "Zhang Lai" when they met, but Zhang Sanfeng didn't care.

If you are not angry or happy, now someone dares to call this. Just wait and bear the anger of the disciples of Wudang.

Now, Zhang Sanfeng has a beard and a clean hair. His silver hair is full of energy. His two small eyes - when people get old, their eyes are small, not to mention that Zhang Sanfeng is 104 years old, and his eyes are almost narrowed into two slits. Back then, these big eyes are shining brightly, and their brilliance is not visible. His skills have reached this level. From the outside, his temples are not bulging, and there is nothing special about it.

It was a smiling face with a nice face, with thick eyebrows and thin eyes, a big red nose and square mouth. His beard was messy, and he couldn't figure out how old he was from the outside. This was the conclusion that Gao Qiang had observed countless times - Zhang Sanfeng, he was a thief even if he was old and not dead...

The two young monks looked behind Zhang Sanfeng again. They looked at one boy who was timid and had a heavy cotton coat, a pale face and thin skin, while the other boy was tall and big, thin and long, standing proudly.

The previous one is naturally sick Zhang Wuji. He has recently experienced more and more frequent cold poison outbreaks, otherwise he would not have looked listless. The latter one is naturally Gao Qiang. He is used to standing up straight everywhere, but he never thought that all the people in the martial arts world who go to Shaolin have their waists bent.

Gao Qiang looked over with suspicion on his face. He knew they were suspicious and knew that there was a gap between Shaolin Yuwudang. He even reported it. It was probably impossible to enter the Shaolin Temple today. Therefore, he turned his eyes and a flash of light. His voice was not high but three-point sharp. He shouted: "Is my master's words fake? The two little monks quickly report!"

In his words, his voice was shocked, but it was Yang Xueyi's method of soul-shifting in the Nine Yin Scriptures. He didn't understand it before. Later, in a year of martial arts, his martial arts cultivation was approaching, and he asked Zhang Sanfeng several key questions. He understood this article for a little while.

Gao Qiang is now full of internal energy, so it is natural to be easy to use these two small characters. Sure enough, the two monks turned around and ran away, heading straight to Shaolin Temple. Gao Qiang secretly regretted: Did you scare them? It's too much?

After a while, he heard the sound of Shaolin Temple bells, and the buzzing sound was deafening. Gao Qiang and his team were a mile or two across the mountain gate, and they heard the sound coming from the sky and heading towards the foot of the mountain. It was estimated that the big bell would be clearly heard within ten miles of the radius.

He listened to the bells responding in the mountains, stirring and thrilling, and the birds and birds flying in the mountains were flying in great excitement. Zhang Sanfeng laughed at himself, Gao Qiang was smart and could hear clearly: "He Zudao was also in this situation back then."

Gao Qiang thought this old Taoist priest was so cute, and now he was joking about the past - and he was just making jokes about his own.

After a while, he watched the door open and others couldn't see clearly. Gao Qiang could see clearly that eight monks came out one after another. In Zhang Wuji's opinion, those were just eight black dots.

After walking down the mountain for a while, Gao Qiang finally understood. He whispered: "Master, yes, an old monk came out with long eyebrows, covering half of his face, like a long eyebrows, holding a golden Zen stick with light reflected on it, and I don't know what was inlaid. Behind him were two earthly monks as old as old. Well, one was frowning and his face drooping, and the other was as tall as a quintessential. These three monks were covered with yellow robes and red gauze. Ah, Master, and there were five old monks behind them. They were older than them, and each had many wrinkles on his face. However, he wore a deep yellow robes. Well, only eight people went down the mountain."

Zhang Sanfeng's skill is almost a demigod, but he doesn't know how to catch people like this. Gao Qiang can catch people so much. It is because of the ancient tomb environment. Zhang Sanfeng knows who it is. He nodded and said, "The first one is Shaolin abbot Kong Wen, behind his junior brother Kong Zhi and Kongxing, behind them are the five great guardians of the Bodhidharma Hall. He is said to have been in seclusion for many years and never see outsiders."

The eight old monks are old, but they are all highly skilled in martial arts. They can't get enough dust under their feet, and there is no trace of fireworks. However, they take one step but are far beyond ordinary people. They look at the easy steps, but they don't know how to cross a distance. After a moment, they arrive on the hillside.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded secretly. Shaolin Temple has been famous for hundreds of years and has lasted for a long time. It really makes sense, but this light skills are better than Wudang.

He took the lead and bowed his head. This made him feel a step back and lowered his head, and added a glorious look to the other party's face, saying, "It is a sin to have the abbot and all the masters come out to greet him, and the path to disturb the masters' cultivation."

He was a master of his predecessor and called himself a "small Taoist", which naturally gave him enough of the other party. Even the Eight Shaolin monks were frightened when they heard this, and they didn't know what the old Taoist priest was thinking.

Seeing that he was so humble and polite, Monk Kongwen could only return the courtesy together and first put the courtesy etiquette in his mind, but they were wary of Zhang Sanfeng. Originally, there was a rift in Shaolin Wudang. Although Zhang Cuishan and his wife had privately admitted that the murder of the escort agency, Yin Susu was even more wise. Shaolin Temple had no choice but to find out that thing was revealed. However, Zhang Sanfeng has now gone to Shaoshi Mountain, but he didn't know why. It should be noted that since Zhang Sanfeng fled from Shaoshi Mountain at the age of 16, he has never stepped into Henan in his life, let alone Shaolin Temple.

Kong Wen is the abbot, and the five elders behind him are noble, but they are all headed by him. Shaolin is very strict. Even if you are the elders and seniors, you have to obey the elders' orders and commands. Therefore, the monks act according to his expression.

Kong Wenxian gave a deep bow to show respect and dare not treat Zhang Sanfeng slowly, but his words were short and powerful, and he said politely: "Zhang Zhenren is here, which is beyond the expectation of the little monk, but he doesn't know what the real person has to teach?"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said, "Xiaodao has something to ask for."

A few old monks also said in their minds: Show your kindness with nothing, either a traitor or a thief.

Kong Wen said: "I dare not take it, I dare not take it, so I also asked Zhenren Zhang to attend the seat."

He was very respectful for his etiquette and was the first to open the way. Jing Zhang Sanfeng sat down in the pavilion, and the other monks sat down. Gao Qiang looked at it, thinking to himself: These old monks were very considerate in etiquette. Isn’t this the same thing when they first politely followed by soldiers? The more polite you are, the more you are, the more you are wary.
Chapter completed!