Although "Iron Head Kung Fu" is a basic martial art, it also requires hard work. Maybe a lot of blue bricks have to be brought in and one by one to shoot on his head. This almost self-abuse behavior made Huo Yuan tremble.

Originally, Huo Yuanzhen thought he could not learn it easily, but when he opened the book to study, various key points about Iron Head Kung Fu suddenly came into his mind, and his entire head seemed to have changed accordingly.

This process lasted for about ten minutes. After ten minutes, Huo Yuanzhen opened his eyes.

Huo Yuanzhen has been sure that he has fully learned the iron-headed skills and has reached the highest level of the iron-headed skills. His entire head is as hard as iron. If he can't think about it, he will never succeed in using the wall to hit the wall. He will not even lose a piece of scalp if he knocks the wall down.

I guess the trick of oil hammer initiation is similar to tickling yourself at the moment.

After touching his bald head with his hand, Huo Yuan really didn't know how to express his mood. It seemed that this basic martial art was really useful. Even if he had obtained advanced martial arts, this iron-headed skill was indispensable.

He has the slight internal strength of the boy's abilities, and now his head has become a killer weapon. Huo Yuanzhen cannot be said to be a complete martial arts rookie, but he still doesn't know how to fight, light skills, footwork, weapons, etc. at all, but with this head, it's enough for him to hit anyone unexpectedly.

But before the last resort, Huo Yuan would never expose his kung fu. It would be too embarrassing to have it. The dignified Shaolin abbot, who stood up and stood up as if he was bald, felt tragic even if he thought about it.

After learning the Iron Head Kung Fu, Huo Yuanzhen looked at the martial arts secrets in his hand. The secrets seemed to have changed and turned into a pure secret book. The steps for practicing the Iron Head Kung Fu were introduced. Huo Yuanzhen was very sure that now he gave this secret book to others to practice. There was absolutely no such magical power that could be learned at first sight.

But this is also good. The secrets I have used can be used to teach them to my disciples. After all, one of my tasks is to build Shaolin into the world's largest sect. You can't accomplish anything by relying on yourself alone.

He took a board and patted it on his head. The board was split and there was no feeling on his head. Huo Yuan was sure that he had indeed mastered the iron-headed skills before he put away the secret book.

Huo Yuanzhen felt hungry after learning the first martial arts that he couldn't show off. He had been through for two days and had not had a serious meal. When his attention was distracted, his hands were trembling.

Before he could go out to find Yijing to let them cook, Yijing had already pushed the door open and came in.

"Senior Brother Abbot, it's time to cook."

Huo Yuan was really stunned for a moment: "Is it my responsibility to cook?"

"Yes, it was you before."

Huo Yuanzhen recalled it and it seemed that it was true. In the past, this Yijue was responsible for cooking.

But Huo Yuanzhen also remembered that the difficulty of Shaolin Temple is not cooking, but carrying water.

There is a small Yinma Lake in the back mountain of Yuzhai Mountain, but it is more than ten miles away from the location of Shaolin Temple, so carrying water has always been a difficult problem.

Touching his bald head, Huo Yuanzhen said: "I used to be cooking, but now it's different. I am the abbot. Have you seen the abbot cook himself? There is also water fetching, so the abbot shouldn't do these jobs."

"What should I do?" Yijing's reaction was a little slow and he had no idea of ​​flattering the new abbot.

Even if it is taken, it is useless. Huo Yuan really doesn't want to carry water.

"It's easy to deal with. In the future, you will be responsible for carrying water, and the elder brother will be responsible for cooking. That's it."

Yijing scratched his head hesitantly, "Abbot, but I still have to practice martial arts."

"You can practice martial arts. Senior brother, I have learned the iron-tou gong now, and I can teach you."

"Iron Head Kung Fu!".

Yijing's eyes immediately lit up. Shaolin Temple had no advanced martial arts at all. His ex-Abbot Xuanming just taught Fuhu Fist and a set of half-baked footwork. He saw the Buddha go. Yijing, as the number one master in Shaolin, was actually very loose outside. He was immediately excited when he heard that his senior brother Yijie was trying to teach his new martial arts.

"Do you want to learn?".

"Of course."

"Okay, after ten days of carrying water, I will teach you the Iron Head Kung Fu." Huo Yuanzhen put forward the conditions, then took out the Iron Head Kung Fu secret book, fiddled with Yijing a few times like offering treasures, but after only turning two pages, he closed it.

"No problem!" Yijing was almost drooling. He glanced at the secret book in Huo Yuanzhen's hand and immediately turned around and ran out happily.

After finishing the purity, Huo Yuanzhen took out the scriptures left by the old monk.

This is a broken version of the Diamond Sutra. If you want to say that the old monk was poor enough before, he had two broken scriptures as treasures, and half of the Diamond Sutra was not taught to his disciples.

Huo Yuan really didn't care about this, so he took the scriptures and searched them all.

I have been thinking about this scripture for a long time. When I saw Huo Yuanzhen giving the scripture to myself, the condition was that I would be responsible for cooking in the future, and I agreed without thinking.

After arranging the cooking work, Huo Yuanzhen continued to go back and practice his palm technique.

After a while, it was time for dinner.

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There is a dining hall behind the small temple, which is a broken thatched hut. Huo Yuanzhen sorted out his monk's robe and walked into the dining hall with a demeanor. Before he could even put the abbot's brochure, he was stunned by the food on the table.

Three shriveled yellow faces were covered with heads, and there was a plate of unknown wild vegetables, without any oil stars.

"We usually eat this?" I was very hungry, but now I lost my appetite.

"Yes, that's it." It's nothing strange about Yikong and Yikong, let's cook for dinner.

Huo Yuan couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. He was better than this level in his previous life in the old society. Unexpectedly, he traveled through time and his identity improved, and his life level decreased.

To reform and develop, Shaolin must not be like this.

Holding the shriveled steamed bun and swallowing it with difficulty, Huo Yuanzhen made up his mind secretly.

Under such meals, Huo Yuanzhen had no strength. He lay down on the hard wooden bed, lit a small oil lamp and began to formulate a plan for Shaolin development.

It is useless to ask about everything and ask about it. The only way they can beg for alms, and they can't think of a great trick.

Begging for alms is actually just begging for food. Huo Yuan really doesn’t like begging for food, but Shaolin is now poor and has no copper coins. There is really no way to not beg for alms.

When the old monk was there, he could do rituals for people every three or five months, a year or two, and he made two small money to make a living. Now the old monk is gone and the rituals can't be done.

It seems that we must cultivate our senior brothers well, let them learn Buddhism, and go out to do rituals to make money.

Of course, Senior Brother Guang is not alone. Shaolin also needs to recruit other disciples, at least ten or eight monks go out to do rituals together. The scene is big enough, so you can also get more points at that time.

In the past, Shaolin emphasized that everything was followed by fate. As the saying goes, medicine and medicine do not kill the disease. Buddha saved people with destiny. Only with destiny can one enter Shaolin. Huo Yuanzhen believed that this was absolutely not possible.

First of all, you must have preferential policies and generous conditions to attract a large number of people to join Shaolin. Otherwise, so many sects in the world recruit disciples now, why should they come to the mountain to drink with you in the northwest wind!

Those who live a life that is not satisfactory, have setbacks in love, have no confidence in living, have no determination to die and then decide to become a monk may not be able to stand this hard life.

The stomach can't stand the spirit.

After thinking about it for the middle of the night, Huo Yuanzhen formulated many rules to subvert Buddhist precepts, but it cannot be said yet that he has not yet reached the authority of the word of the word, and he actually does not take his abbot seriously.

We still have to recruit disciples and be absolutely loyal to ourselves. When there are more people and more people supporting us, we will announce this matter, and the resistance will be much smaller at that time.

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The next morning, Huo Yuanzhen drank a bowl of rice porridge with only a few grains, and then went down the mountain.

The environment on Shaoshi Mountain is quiet, with green pines and cypresses and green grass. Birds and cicadas are singing from time to time in the forest. Occasionally, squirrels or rabbits can be seen appearing in the forest.

Huo Yuanzhen, who was worried about how to develop a sect, was in a better mood, and he walked and enjoyed the scenery in the forest.

A melodious singing came from afar, a female voice, crisp and pleasant.

"It's her!".

Huo Yuanzhen immediately heard it. This was the shepherd girl at the foot of the mountain.

Huo Yuanzhen traveled to Yijie in time and naturally inherited Yijie's memory. He was very impressed by this shepherd girl who was very cute when she was a child.

The shepherd's daughter is named Lin Rou. She is from Fenglin Village at the foot of the mountain. She met Yijie when she was young. Now she is sixteen years old. She is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she brings sheep on the edge of the mountain every day with a big black dog.

Whenever the shepherd sings, the working people around him will take a break and listen to the folk songs is also a kind of entertainment and enjoyment.

This kind of original singing was not heard in the previous life, and there were sounds of whining without any illness everywhere. Now such singing is even more unique to Huo Yuanzhen.

Walking slowly, just as I heard relish, suddenly Lin Rou screamed from afar, and the laughter of several men came from the distance.

"Oops!".

Feeling that something happened to Lin Rou, Huo Yuanzhen didn't care about taking a short walk, and left the ugly yellow monk's robe at his waist, and quickly ran towards the direction of the sound.
Chapter completed!