Gao Qiang heard the sound of the mountains buzzing.

The person who came was extremely skilled. He was talking at the foot of the mountain several miles away, but his voice was extremely domineering. It seemed like dozens of people yelling loudly in the air in front, back, left and right at the same time, but his voice was domineering and deafening, but his tone was calm and stable. Such a completely different feeling combined makes people feel very strange.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't say anything, and secretly judged in his heart: his internal strength was full, but he was too domineering and radical, and he was unable to be peaceful and stable.

However, all the Shaolin monks were terrified. The audience was caught by a few miles away and passed the voice over. The list was all martial arts masters with advanced internal strength. Buddhists even had lion roars and Vajra Zen sing magical skills. However, if they were to be so far away as the other party, and the voice was so loud and clear without any anger, the three great monks and the five elders of the Bodhidharma Hall behind them knew that they were inferior. On the same day on Wudang Mountain, Kong Wen and Zhang Sanfeng were talking far away from each other, but about the inside, but this person was a few miles away. It was obviously even more difficult. Kong Wen knew that even if he spoke, he could not clearly convey the distance, so Ming could not speak.

Kong Wen thought to himself: "If Kong saw Senior Brother here, his skills would be no less than this person. Well, it is probably because the three old men on Kushou Mountain could resist this person."

He turned his head and said to Elder Yi Shimo behind him: "Hold my tin staff and pass on my decree. Please ask the three elders of Kushoufeng to take the three elders."

The old monk Damo clasped his hands together and respectfully met Kong Wen's golden scepter. Gao Qiang then realized that the staff was very long and was distilled with gold. The Buddha's head was inlaid on it, and they were all carved from gems and beautiful jade. They were very precious. It must be a certificate of teaching in Shaolin Temple. With this, you can order the monks at the top and bottom of He Temple.

But he heard the domineering voice continue to loudly: "The little monk came from afar, and Shaolin Temple is so hospitalized? Is it a muffled voice without saying a word?"

His voice was half a mile in a short moment. At this moment, Kong Wen spoke slowly: "I don't know if there is any inappropriateness in the guest, please forgive me if there is something wrong with courtesy."

His words were calm and his voice was calm. It was as if he was talking in everyone's ears, without any trace of fireworks. It turned out that the person coming was approaching at this time, but he had reached the reach of Kongwen's internal force. The space could send out all the internal force.

The "people from Dalun Temple at the Daxue Mountain" who had never met were surprised and said, "The monk is so great!" The word "he" is almost outside the sea of ​​people. When the word "de" was heard, the wind was loud. Everyone only saw a flower in front of them, and there was a yellow monk robe, which looked like a solemn monk.

Gao Qiang stood behind Zhang Sanfeng. He looked at the monk about fifty years old, with square face and thick eyebrows, big ears and shoulders, dark face, wide eyes and thick lips. He looked like the mud-tied wood carving Buddha in the temple, and his hair was also curled.

He observed carefully that although the monk's face was dark and faint, there was a layer of light flowing on it. The treasure was solemn like a living Buddha, looking respectable and awesome, and looked very different from ordinary people. When his eyes opened and closed, a layer of light was not flashed. Gao Qiang's heart was shocked. He had never seen such a strange-looking person. In terms of appearance, this monk could really be considered a half-Buddha. When he heard the sound but did not see the person, he felt that the person's voice burst, and he must be a hideous and ugly person, but he did not expect that he was such a dignified person, and his speech suddenly changed from domineering to gentle and polite, which made people unable to accept such rapid changes.

The monk arrived at the snow pavilion and looked at everyone. Then he sang a ceremony together: "In the Dalun Temple under the Great Snow Mountain, the little monk Bodhidharma had seen all the monks."

Everyone heard his Dharma name and all moved their faces. Gao Qiang felt even more arrogant: Could it be that he had a different pronunciation, but he dared to call him Sumozhi? Is he trying to make the old monk Xunsumo? My name is Confucius.

Kong Wen and other monks met each other, but they had never heard of the name of this monk. I guess he lived in a remote place in Tubo, so his reputation was not obvious, but it was shocked by his high skills. At that moment, he just put his hands together and expressed his identities, and he was very respectful to his greetings.

As soon as Bodhidharma heard the abbot of Shaolin Temple, he was in front of him. The three great monks gathered together and said with a smile: "The little monk came from Tumu. He heard that the leader of Shaolin Temple, the Central Plains martial arts world has been prosperous for hundreds of years, so he deliberately rushed to the end and made friends with martial arts. Unexpectedly, the abbot, the master of the monks, were all there, but this saved a lot of things. The little monk is a country man. He wants to learn about the profound martial arts of Zhongdi. I hope all the monks will give you advice."

Monk Kongwen just used the transmission of the sound from the air to know that this foreign monk could recite scriptures and his skills were stronger than those of the Shaolin monks present. However, the old man from Sumo Hall had not invited the three old men of Kushoufeng, so he said some rude words in his mouth, which was actually delaying the time. At that moment, a little novice monk invited Fei Mozhi to sit in the hall and served tea, and there was no shortage of etiquette.

At this moment, he heard the clanging sounds on the bluestone road. After a moment, a thin middle-aged monk came from the road down the mountain with a golden light and a steel pestle. Seeing that he was thin, he was holding such a heavy weapon in his hand. His steps were steady, light and convenient during his running, and he was a few points faster than ordinary masters. He knew that he had excellent light skills and first-class internal skills.

Shaolin Kongxing is straightforward and praised him: "Good monk!"

He stopped talking, but Kong Wen and Kong Zhi knew what he was thinking. This monk holding the vajra had a slightly inferior to the three monks, but this age was rare.

This monk was dressed like Bodhidharma. He entered the hall and kowtowed to the Shaolin monk with a great ceremony. Bodhidharma smiled and introduced that this monk holding a vajra was his disciple Carpa.

Gao Qiang had already been amazed. He clearly saw that the thin monk holding the vajra was the monk who cut Xue Gongyuan of Huashan with a small vanguard that day. He thought to himself: The disciple is so powerful, and the master's cultivation is even more unfathomable. Nacarpa held the vajra and stood behind his master Bodhidharmazhi. Gao Qiang looked at Carpa as if he was thirty years old, and Bodhidharmazhi was only about fifty years old. He secretly admired the ability of Sumozhi to teach his disciples, but he did not know that Carpa was born with divine power. It was different from ordinary people.

Kong Wen sat on the side and drank tea quietly. At this moment, the enemy was attacking, and Zhang Sanfeng's affairs could be suspended. For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall was deserted and quiet. Everyone just sipped tea quietly without saying a word. Then they listened to the various insects in the woods being irritable and noisy, and the wind blew gently, which made it a different flavor.

Kong Wen sat there and was a little distracted for a moment.

The trees in Shaolin Temple attract wind, from ancient times to the present. In the Northern Song Dynasty, the Tubo national master Jiumozhi came to challenge him and simulated the 72 unique skills of Shaolin with Xiao Wuxianggong. The Shaolin Temple was covered in dust. If it weren't for the nameless old monk who later exposed the illusion, Shaolin Temple would almost not be able to come to Taiwan. That time, Jiumozhi was aggressive and even asked Shaolin Temple to disband. The monk went to hold a single place to hang under the doors of other temples. That was the most dangerous time.

Later, Kunlun He Zudao came to challenge the Southern Song Dynasty. He Zudao, who was harder in front of the gate of Shaolin Temple, had to play chess as a plate. If it weren't for Jueju's monk carrying the Nine Yang Divine Art to shovel the chessboard into flat ground, Zhang Junbao, who is now Zhang Sanfeng, took He Zudao's ten moves at the age of sixteen, and Shaolin Temple would have capsized in the gutter.

In history, these two challenges were the most dangerous. Shaolin Temple has been so strong that it has passed, and the challenges on weekdays are facing countless. I can’t remember how many times a year, and Luomotang is a place where I specialize in fighting. A sect set up a place to receive challengers. This is the only one in the entire martial arts world. To use a common saying, it means there is no other branch!

Even Wudang has a vague momentum to come from behind, but it is not as troublesome as Shaolin. There are only a few times a year when someone comes to challenge the mountain, and they all go down the mountain in shame. There is no need to mention this.

Kong Wen knew that the monk came today was not good, and his magical skills were amazing. He did not avoid Kushoufeng's three elders had amazing cultivation and could resist them all, so he was not panicked, with a kind face and a smile on his face.

A feeling of fatigue surged in my heart. Every day, he fought with the people of the martial arts world for the sake of the world's number one title. He has been abbot for several years, but his physical and mental fatigue is really real.

A terrible thought suddenly appeared in his mind: It would be better to let Wudang get this name and lead all the troubles and disasters.

Then he shook his bald head and drove this idea out of his mind. He looked directly at the monk Bodhidharma Zhi proudly and thought to himself: I don’t know how many storms have passed, so you want to overturn my Shaolin Temple? Don’t think about it!

Kong Wen was sitting there, and the monks behind him were also in a state of mind. Everyone knew that the three elders of Kushou had reached the realm of transformation. They had been in seclusion for many years and never went down the mountain. They also had the complete supernatural power of the Jin and Steel Demon Suppressing Circle. With their actions, even Zhang Sanfeng and Shaolin could withstand it.

Bodhidharma knew that the abbot in front of him was probably delaying his time and seeking strong help in the temple, but he sat proudly and slowly savored the tea. He thought to himself: No matter what martial arts master you come to, you will have to lose to me.

During this moment, his eyes slowly turned and scanned everyone in the hall. However, he saw the old Taoist priest Zhang Sanfeng sitting aside, with a yellow-skinned boy behind him, and the other young man was full of heroic posture, but he did not see anything unusual. He knew that since he could sit with the Shaolin abbot, he was naturally not an ordinary person.

However, Bodhidharma is arrogant and arrogant. Since he dares to fight Shaolin Temple alone, he naturally will not take the guests of Shaolin Temple seriously. Therefore, he only glanced at him, but did not ask about the identity of Zhang Sanfeng and others.

This is also because Zhang Sanfeng is too sloppy. Moreover, when aged, he looks very different and his appearance is not amazing. Even Zhang Wuji is sick and depressed. No matter how "handsome" Gao Qiang is on the side, he cannot add a little impression to the three of them.

When Zhang Sanfeng saw Shaolin's opponent, he felt dry and his mouth was dry, and he was holding a breath in his heart. He wanted to see how the monk from Shaolin Temple dealt with the powerful enemy in front of him. Even though he had been calm for a hundred years of cultivation, he was not so angry at the monk Kongwen, and at this moment he also had a mentality of watching the excitement and watching the incident. Na Damozhi had just finished drinking a hot tea, but Na Damo's old man returned, but his face was not very good-looking, and he whispered to Kongwen: "The three elders of Kushoufeng refused to go down the mountain. They said that these are all false reputations and do not need to be taken seriously. These things are not necessary to disturb their cultivation."

Kong Wen's face suddenly looked ugly. But he nodded and said, "The three uncles are right. Buddhists should not be entangled with these false reputations outside their bodies."

The people in the hall were all skilled in martial arts, so they could hear their conversations clearly, and Bodhidharma smiled coldly, not showing it in his heart, thinking that the Shaolin monks were afraid of themselves and dared not come out to fight. He was radical and never believed that someone was so calm that they did not compete for fame and fortune.

He thought of a way to kill Shaolin Temple, and bowed and said, "The little monk is traveling north this time, so he won't be too late. Shaolin Temple is a big dipper in Mount Tai. It's just a little talent. I want to send a word to Shaolin Temple, and I'm showing off my ugly face!"

After he finished speaking, he bowed and picked up a sharp stone from the ground, straightened up, smiled on his face, and then stood on the slope of the mountain. After inhaling, he used the stone to write on the bluestone slab: The martial arts of the world come from Shaolin.

His words are flying and flying, vigorous and powerful. Although he is a Tubo native, he is good at calligraphy with a good hand.

But everyone didn't care about his calligraphy. Everyone here changed their faces. It should be noted that the bluestone road of Shaolin Temple has been trampled on for thousands of years, but no one can leave a trace on it.

He Zudao challenged Shaolin when he used stones to carve a horizontal and vertical chessboard on the bluestone slab, and with his powerful internal strength, no one could speak of the monks in the temple. However, Jueyuan, who had learned the Nine Yang Divine Arts, showed his magical power and destroyed He Zudao's majesty. Bodhidharma had not taken up the Middle Earth before, so he naturally did not know this past event, but he saw that the monks of Shaolin Temple had not competed with him head-on, and knew that he had just heard a sound from the air that shocked the monks in the elephant. If they had made their name, their goal had been achieved, but they always felt that turning around and leaving like this, there seemed to be no evidence to convince the monks of Shaolin, and they would not be louder when they were spoken out in the future.

He was cautious, but he was not as bold as his predecessor, Jiumozhi, who was so bold that he could snatch the entire Shaolin Temple. His idea was mostly the same as He Zudao, which was to slap the majesty of Shaolin Temple. When he went north, he was named the Mongol Tartar Emperor as a wizard of the country protection. He was thinking about doing something to gild his face, and the best thing was to go to Shaolin Temple to impress the elephant monk.

The Bodhidharma's wisdom has reached the realm of transformation. He came barefoot and had already discovered that the bluestone floor was unique, so he had to show his skills in front of everyone. In this way, writing on the ground will be based on evidence and worthy of pride when talking to the Mongolian emperor in the future.

These seven words from him: The world's martial arts are from Shaolin!

On the surface, it seems to be a compliment to Shaolin Temple, but the meaning is very clear. Shaolin Temple also needs someone to complete the next sentence, no matter you are "fire, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea"

Or "southeast, west, north, top, middle, and bottom" is just the same seven words.
Chapter completed!