Zhao Yuankui has been in Shaolin Temple for nearly half a month. During this period, every night, miserable screams will come from the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda, just like cuckoos crying blood. It is really sad for those who hear it, and the listener will cry.

Although the cold poison in his body had been almost cleaned up, Zhao Yuankui was afraid of Huo Yuanzhen. When he saw this abbot, his legs were weak and he wanted to take a detour. Every time he went to the Wanfo Pagoda to heal his wounds, he would be slow at the door and not want to go in. He had to wait until Huo Yuanzhen roared, and then he entered the tower obediently.

Sometimes Zhao Yuankui thought to himself, I am a prince. If my injury heals, I may be the future emperor. Why should I be afraid of this abbot!

But whenever he faces Huo Yuanzhen, the courage he finally mustered will be defeated by the other party's fatal healing methods.

I don’t know if this abbot is a half-baked doctor, but his fiery fingers seem to be about to cook himself. When I think of this hellish torture, Zhao Yuankui could even wake up in his dream, fearing that the abbot had already fallen into the root of the disease and could not be eradicated.

After suffering last night, Zhao Yuankui made his whole body charred again, and he was thrusting and dressing up.

Because the pure Yang finger force is very destructive and will be burnt if you wear clothes, Zhao Yuankui had to stop wearing clothes to heal his wounds in the next few days.

While wearing clothes, Huo Yuanzhen told him that his cold poison had completely improved and he would not have to come to heal tomorrow night.

At that time, Zhao Yuankui was shocked and felt it carefully, and found that there was indeed no sign of the coldness in his body.

The main reason is that he was tortured so much during this period. He cursed the abbot, the bald demon, all day long, and had forgotten that he was still infected with cold poison. He didn't expect that he would be completely cured now!

Originally, Zhao Yuankui planned to curse the bald donkey once he got better, and then leave Shaolin. But when he really thought he was doing well, he had no idea at all. All that was left was awe and gratitude.

So he was supposed to return today, but he did not leave, but chose to stay for one more day.

Wearing a white young master's long gown and holding a white paper fan, Zhao Yuankui is also a handsome young master with a flat temperament and elegant temperament, but now he looks a bit messy in his hairstyle.

There is no way, a lot of hair is burnt, so I can only tie it up randomly and tie it with a cloth strap.

He did not take Xiao Shunzi, but took a slow walk in Shaolin Temple alone.

For half a month, I have been in Shaolin and am very familiar with everything here. It is early morning, and the bell tower has not ringed, the temple gate has not opened, and there are no pilgrims.

Wenshu was chanting scriptures and taking morning classes, while the monk went out to run, and now he should be at Yinmahu.

Shaolin monks all got up early, especially the monks, who went out to practice martial arts before dawn.

Zhao Yuankui just wanted to go over and see the fun.

He walked forward with a fan and saw the old monk sweeping the floor again on the way.

The old monk has nothing to do every day, and it seems that he is always sweeping the floor. Shaolin Temple is big, with many trees, and there are always fallen leaves. Once, Zhao Yuankui saw the old monk sweeping the floor, and couldn't help but tell him: "There are so many fallen leaves in this temple. When do you want to sweep it? Why not wait until autumn passes and clean it together."

Unexpectedly, the old monk told him: "I am not sweeping the floor, I am cleaning my heart."

Since then, Zhao Yuankui has stopped talking to the old monk, and he thinks that the old monk is mentally abnormal.

There are not many normal people in Shaolin Temple. With the guidance of the demon abbot, everyone has problems with their brains.

So now when he saw the sweeping monk, he seemed to turn a blind eye and went straight to the back mountain.

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Huo Yuanzhen was in a good mood today and finally dismissed the hateful prince. The cold poison was removed by himself, which was also fulfilling Ning Wanjun's wish.

He got up early and wanted to see the Shaolin monks practice boxing.

It is September 27th now, and there are three days left, which is the day of the Henan Provincial Wulin Conference.

And tomorrow is September lottery, Huo Yuanzhen plans to set off for Songshan Sect after the lottery is finished.

Although Shaolin Temple is not far from the Songshan Sect these hundreds of miles, Huo Yuan really doesn't want to hurry up so much. He goes there early and learn more about the situation.

With these things in my mind, practicing qigong has no good results. It is also a pastime to come out to see the Shaolin disciples’ martial arts practice.

When the Shaolin monks got up in the morning, the first thing they did was to run, from Luohan Hall to the shore of Yinma Lake, which was already accustomed to it.

Although it was already golden autumn, the amount of running was still very strong. The monks wore very thin clothes. More than 40 monks, Huiwu, Huiniu, Huijian and others, were all wearing single shirts.

The clothes are made of silk shops under Shaolin, which are smooth and soft, and have a uniform fabric.

Hui Wuxian is the head of the Arhat Hall, standing in front of the team, beside him are two junior brothers Huiniu and Huijian.

"After a moment!"

The monk's movements were neat and straight, stretching out one leg.

"stand at attention!"

With a sound of "Wow!", all the monks immediately turned into nails.

"Look to the right!"

The teams were arranged neatly in an instant.

"Turn right and run!"

Huiwu and the other two in front turned around first, and the monks behind also turned around and ran towards the back mountain.

Huiwu ran away while shouting horns.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

This was what Huo Yuanzhen taught him at the beginning. The queue slogans must be shouted, Shaolin monks must implement militarized management.

But what Huo Yuanzhen taught him at the beginning was "one, one, one, two one!"

Huiwu had a little accent, and after shouting, she said, "Ah! Ah! Ah!"

But the victory is that the voice is loud, ups and downs, and it is very imposing. The Shaolin monks took uniform steps and followed Huiwu and others' feet, running faster and faster.

Go out from the back door of Shaolin and arrive at Yinma Lake for five or six miles. These people ran to the place in more than ten minutes. The heat from each body was steaming. When they arrived at the place, they stretched their arms and legs, and moved their movements to prepare for boxing.

As soon as they arrived, Huo Yuanzhen arrived later.

"Abbot!"

Everyone greeted each other.

Huo Yuanzhen waved his hand and said to everyone: "I'm a new Shaolin, and everyone has been joining Shaolin for a short time. And now, no matter what the world is doing, there are undercurrents and war is about to break out. How can I protect myself in troubled times? It's a very problem."

First, it made everyone nervous, Huo Yuanzhen said again: "I, Shaolin, are Buddhists, but I am also a sect in the world. What should we protect ourselves? Do we rely on Buddhism? Or do we rely on believers? None of them. For some vicious enemies, the only things that can protect ourselves are our own force, our boxing techniques, our sticks, swords and guns."

Looking around, everyone was listening to their own words. Huo Yuanzhen said again: "I, Shaolin, benevolence and righteousness are the first. No matter who we are, we should first reason. It is best to explain the truth. Once the reason cannot be explained, we cannot talk about compassion to our enemies. Today's Shaolin is hard-won and no one can destroy it! Whoever dares to destroy our homeland will be saved by him!"

Listening to Huo Yuanzhen's passionate speech, the Shaolin monks were all excited.

Those who are willing to practice martial arts basically have no peace. They are all young and unwilling to suffer grievances. However, Shaolin is a Buddhist, so naturally they must be polite to everyone.

Many monks even privately discussed what attitude they should be towards the enemy. Most people think that they must be cruel enough to face the enemy, but no one dares to talk about this issue in front of the abbot.

Now that the abbot has made his attitude clear, the monks are naturally happy and spontaneously applaud the abbot.

Huo Yuanzhen pressed his hands: "A real temple must have a kind of cohesion and a common belief. If we have faith, it is our Buddhism, but cohesion is not enough now, we must unite and move forward."

Hui Jian in front of the team asked, "Abbot, what method can improve cohesion?"

Huo Yuan really thought about it: "Sing!"

All the monks looked at each other, why did they still sing?

This is what Huo Yuanzhen had planned long ago. A world has an international song, and a country needs a national anthem. There are countless hymns that praise the motherland and the party. These songs have united the hearts of generations well.

Even the Young Pioneers have team songs, and they can't lose to the Young Pioneers, as Shaolin Temple.

As for what songs to sing, Huo Yuanzhen had already thought about it. Today is an opportunity to teach these monks first, and then teach them slowly when the monks go back.

The shore of Yinma Lake is sparkling, and the morning sun shines on the people in Shaolin with a hint of coolness.

Everyone was reunited and formed a big circle, listening to the abbot's gestures and singing in the middle.

While singing, Huo Yuanzhen taught others, and kept directing, telling everyone where the high notes were, where the explosion sound was, when they had to punch, and when they had to kick their legs.

Fortunately, these people are very smart. About an hour later, the song of Shaolin Temple was finally fully taught.

Just as he was about to demonstrate, Huo Yuanzhen saw Zhao Yuankui walking over from a distance.

It’s okay to let him see it. When you go back to Chang'an, you can also promote your Shaolin.

“Everything is ready!”

Huiwu shouted loudly, and all the disciples answered, then took off all the tops, each showing strong muscles, and they were a little shiny in the sun.

"Cross!"

The disciples quickly arranged forty people, with a distance of five meters.

"Remember what the abbot taught just now! It's time to practice boxing, and I sing it neatly in the middle! Whoever has any problems, I don't have to eat when I go back at noon!"

"yes!"

"Okay, prepare for horse stance!"

With Huiwu's lead, all the disciples set up horse stances together, Huiwu, Huiniu and Huijian stood at the forefront of the team.

Huo Yuanzhen waved his hand and made a tidy punch!

Immediately afterwards, a loud song rang out, and the song of Shaolin Temple finally echoed in the Shaoshi Mountains!

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ps: Today's second and last chapter of the public chapter, it will be released at twelve o'clock in the morning, and three chapters will be passed on at one time. I will stay up late to wait for the donors to arrive!

Let me guess one more, what is the temple song of Shaolin Temple?
Chapter completed!