Shaolin Temple.

Yang Xingzhou has been to this Shaolin Temple many times, even in his previous life. He is very familiar with the location of the Shaolin Temple and the nearby scenic spots. In the World of Divine Sculpture, he even made a house at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

In almost a year, he secretly recorded copies of all the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin Temple, and he also copied a copy of the Yi Jin Jing.

It's just that he didn't have time to study Buddhist scriptures intensively, so it was difficult to understand some metaphors in Buddhism. Therefore, although he had already held the Yi Jin Jing in his hands, he never dared to practice it for fear of some bad consequences.

Lunming King Jiumozhi practiced the Yi Jin Jing so hard that the true energy in his body exploded. If Duan Yu hadn't absorbed all his internal energy, he would have died.

Although Yang Xingzhou thinks he has strength beyond Jiumozhi now, he still dare not try to practice the martial arts in the Yi Jin Jing easily. When he was in the world of the divine eagle, he was the emperor of a country, so he was naturally embarrassed to hold the Yi Jin Jing.

Even after asking the Shaolin Temple for advice on its cultivation methods, it is impossible to summon the heroes of the world to jointly understand the martial arts principles.

Especially since he has a high level of cultivation, he thinks that with his own cultivation methods, it doesn't make much difference to him whether he has the Yi Jin Jing or not. Having it can certainly broaden his horizons, but if he doesn't have it, he won't be able to gain strength because of it.

After all, the Yi Jin Jing is a useless thing to him. In addition, he has many things to worry about, so he has never had the opportunity to fully comprehend it.

That is to say, after being attacked by a master's sword energy and coming to this world, he had just started to think about the Yi Jin Jing again and put the hope of healing his internal injuries in the Yi Jin Jing. At this time, the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, Master Fang Zheng,

, has been studying the Yi Jin Jing for many years, and his cultivation has reached the level of perfection. There are few people in the world who can match him. If he explains the martial arts principles in the Yi Jin Jing to Yang Xingzhou, he will definitely save Yang Xingzhou from taking many wrong paths.

After all, it is authentic and the quality is guaranteed.

After riding horseback to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, Yang Xingzhou was greatly regretful. The white horse under his crotch was Lin Pingzhi's horse that he had stolen. Compared with his Red Flame Dragon Colt, it was so inferior that it couldn't even climb mountains.

At that moment, he stored the horse in a small village at the foot of the mountain and gave the farmer a couple of silver to take good care of it. After that, he shouldered his long bow and set foot on Shaoshi Mountain to the front of the Shaolin Temple.

Shaolin Temple has been established for thousands of years and has always been the leader in martial arts. No matter how noisy the Five Mountains Sword Sect is, no matter how rampant the Sun Moon God Sect is, they dare not provoke Shaolin easily. This is the prestige it has earned and the confidence it has cultivated for thousands of years.

After Patriarch Mo, there have been many masters in the Shaolin Temple, and they have almost never weakened. The inheritance has been long-lasting, and the disciples are all over the world. Their reputation is high and their strength is so strong that only Wudang can compete with it. The other sects are far behind.

Even the sudden rise of the Sun Moon God Sect cannot shake the status of the Shaolin Temple, the origin of martial arts, and the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism. After all, it is no small matter.

Yang Xingzhou walked forward slowly. As soon as he reached the halfway point of the mountain, the entire Shaolin Temple was alarmed. A monk in yellow clothes walked down the mountain quickly. From a distance, he clasped his hands together and bowed and asked, "But Yang Xingzhou, Master Yang?"

Yang Xingzhou smiled and said, "It's me, the great monk. Are you here specifically to greet me?"

The monk in yellow clothes seemed to be about forty years old. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes. He had a plain appearance, but his eyes were shining brightly, which showed that he had good internal strength. He said to Yang Xingzhou: "Amitabha, today a friend of our temple in Songshan sent a message saying that Yang

The benefactor may come to visit Shaolin, so the abbot specially ordered the young monk to wait for him on the mountain road."

Yang Xingzhou smiled and said: "Songshan Sect said that I want to visit Shaolin? Would they say it so politely? They would probably say that I am coming to Shaolin to cause trouble, right?"

The middle-aged monk lowered his head and said, "Amitabha, since Almsgiver Yang is here, please come up the mountain."

Yang Xingzhou smiled, put his hands behind his hands and walked forward, heading up the mountain first. As he walked, he asked, "What do you call the great monk?"

The middle-aged monk said: "I don't dare, young monk Ling Guoneng."

Yang Xingzhou knew that the disciples of the Shaolin Temple's generation were already very great masters. He had friends with the masters of the Five Mountains Sword Sect. Some of the monks' cultivation was not inferior to the masters of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, or even better. This

Since Ling Guoneng is a monk of the Chinese generation, it is normal for him to have some cultivation.

When the two came to the gate of Shaolin Temple, Ling Guoneng said to Yang Xingzhou: "Donor Yang, please wait outside the gate while the young monk goes to report the abbot's visitor."

Yang Xingzhou waved his hand and said with a smile: "Go!"

Not long after Ling Guoneng entered the temple, a bell suddenly rang in the Shaolin Temple, and then footsteps were heard in the courtyard. A short old monk led several monks to greet him and said with a smile: "I don't want Donor Yang to come to my Shaolin today. I will welcome you."

It’s too late, please forgive me!”

Yang Xingzhou saw that the old monk had a thin face and a kind expression, but the true energy in his body was endless, filling his whole body with true energy, and his eyes were extremely clear. Although he didn't look very imposing, he was much more tyrannical than Qiu Qianren from the Iron Palm Gang in the past.

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Qiu Qianren was also short and thin, but he was extremely domineering. He served under Yang Xingzhou, became the Great General of the East, pacified Goryeo, conquered Ryukyu, and made great achievements in the Ming Dynasty under Yang Xingzhou. Finally, he resigned and returned to serve in the Ming Dynasty.

Master Yideng left.

The monk in front of him was much smarter than Qiu Qianren. Among the masters Yang Xingzhou had seen along the way, this monk was the best.

Yang Xingzhou came to Shaolin mainly because he wanted to learn the Yi Jin Jing, and he was already prepared to fall out with Shaolin. Now the Shaolin people treat each other with courtesy and come to greet them so grandly, which is beyond Yang Xingzhou's expectation. The so-called reaching out

I don't know how crazy these monks are to treat me with such courtesy even if I don't hit the smiling person.

Yang Xingzhou looked at the old monk in front of him and said with a smile, "But Master Fang Zheng?"

The old monk smiled and said: "I don't dare, I am just Fang Zheng. Donor Yang, I only heard about your affairs in the Jianghu recently. I wonder what you can learn from me in Shaolin?"

When he was talking and asking, he stretched out his hand and said, "Please take a seat and serve tea."

Yang Xingzhou stepped into the temple and said with a smile: "Master Fang Zheng, I have no other purpose in coming to Shaolin. I just want to ask for a way to heal the injury. I believe that the master is compassionate and will not ignore death, right?"

Fang Zheng was stunned: "Donor Yang is injured? Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If everyone in the temple can cure Donor Yang's injury, the old monk will naturally try his best to treat it."

When he said this, he hesitated and said: "Donor Yang, the old monk also knows a little about Qihuang. Why don't you let the old monk take the pulse of the donor?"

After the two entered the wing, Fang Zheng stretched out his hand to check the pulse of Yang Xingzhou's left hand, frowned slightly and said: "Donor Yang, I think you are fine except for being slightly weak. You are just so weak."

, it seems to be caused by too much sexual intercourse. As long as you meditate and cultivate, you will be cured in an instant. How can your life be in danger?"

Yang Xingzhou: "..."

His fingers have been bleeding recently, and the loss of essence and blood is quite similar to excessive sexual intercourse. Only a peerless doctor like Ping Yizhi can distinguish the subtle differences. Although Monk Fang Zheng is excellent in martial arts, he is not so good in medicine.

Far less than Ping Yizhi, who would make such a joke.

Just as Fang Zheng said these words, a drop of blood dripped from the tip of Yang Xingzhou's left index finger. At this time, Yang Xingzhou's palm was placed horizontally on the Eight Immortals table. After the blood dripped, a small hole was made silently on the table.

, penetrated the tabletop, and in a moment penetrated the green bricks on the floor, making a slight sound, and went all the way into the ground.

Fang Zheng had a shocked look on his face and looked at Yang Xingzhou in confusion: "Donor Yang, this is...that a drop of your blood contains such amazing power?"

Yang Xingzhou sighed: "This drop of blood is mine, and the true energy is also mine, but the sword energy contained in the blood belongs to others. Old monk, I have been hit by a master's sword energy in my body. I have tried many ways to kill it no matter what.

If it doesn’t fall off, I have no choice but to come to Shaolin Temple and ask the great monk for the Yi Jin Jing to see if the Yi Jin Jing can dissolve the sword intent in my body.”

When he said this, he reached into his arms, took out a booklet, and handed it to Fang Zheng: "I also have the practice skills of the Yi Jin Jing, but there are some Buddhist metaphors in them that I am a little unsure about, so I came to the Shaolin Temple.

, I would like to ask you, an old monk who has studied the Yi Jin Jing for many years, to teach me."

Fang Zheng was startled, and reached out to take the pamphlet handed over by Yang Xingzhou. He flipped through the two pages carefully. The more he read, the more frightened he became. He stood up slowly and said, "Donor Yang, how could you have me, Shaolin Yijin?"

"This matter is not trivial, so I would like to ask the donor to explain it clearly."

The Yi Jin Jing is the magic skill of Shaolin Temple. It is the fundamental skill of the Shaolin Temple. Although the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin are amazing, their roots still come from the Yi Jin Jing. Therefore, the Yi Jin Jing has been valued by Shaolin monks of all ages and did not dare to take it lightly.

Among the more than 2,000 monks in the entire Shaolin Temple who teach it to disciples, only a handful of them have the opportunity to learn the Yi Jin Jing. This shows that the Shaolin Temple attaches great importance to this mental method.

And now this magical skill has appeared in the hands of a non-Shaolin disciple like Yang Xingzhou. How can this not surprise Fang Zheng? This matter is extremely important and related to the roots of Shaolin. Even though Fang Zheng has been practicing for many years and has already calmed down, he can't help but feel sad at this time.

If there is a big change, you should ask Yang Xingzhou for clarification.

Yang Xingzhou chuckled and said: "Of course I copied it secretly. You Shaolin monks regard this scripture as very precious. I spent a lot of time stealing this scripture in the past, but it has been difficult to figure it out for so many years."

Tou, due to this injury, I had no choice but to come to Shaolin to worship the mountain. I also asked the old monk to be compassionate and explain to me the practice method in the Yi Jin Jing. If it can really remove the master's sword intention from my body, I will never treat him badly.

Shaolin lineage."

Fang Zheng said solemnly: "Amitabha, Donor Yang, please tell me clearly about stealing the scriptures. It is related to the inheritance of Shaolin. Please tell the truth. When did you copy the Yi Jin Jing? The person who was guarding the scriptures at that time was also

Who is it? This matter is not trivial, and the donor needs to explain it to me one by one."

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