The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 273 Shaolin Temple Eighteen Bronze Men

Zhao Yu followed the sweeping monk all the way to a courtyard outside Shaolin Temple.

The reason why we stopped the few remaining martial arts practitioners and didn't target other eminent Shaolin monks, did you really think Zhao Yuconscience found out?

Ever since he was born in his mother's womb, Zhao Yu has been a petty person who will take revenge and care about every detail.

Apart from Zhang Sanfeng's previous request, the reason why he put down the butcher knife in Tallinn was actually more of an exchange.

The exchange condition is that the old monk brought Zhao Yu to this other courtyard.

"That's it?"

Zhao Yu looked at a side door opened in front of him, and frowned slightly.

It's not that Zhao Yu doesn't have the eyesight to see, it's really that there is something he wants in the small door in front of him, which is simpler than the firewood room?

"Since the benefactor can pass through the thirteen gates of the Golden Bell Tower, he has a deep root of wisdom, and he must be able to comprehend the mystery..."

The sweeping monk took a step forward and slowly pushed the small door open.

Zhao Yu suddenly narrowed his eyes at this moment.

Shaolin Temple is the orthodox Zen Buddhism first, and then the holy land of martial arts.

So in an ancient temple, even Zhao Yu could feel a sense of charity and peace.

But only when he came to this small door, the moment the old monk opened the small door, a murderous intent rushed towards his face.

Even Jin Yiwei's darkest imperial prison has far less killing intent than this small door in front of him.

What surprised Zhao Yu even more was that the small gate in front of him was unremarkable, and the enclosed walled courtyard was also empty.

But the scorching sun was clearly in the sky, but when Zhao Yu looked up, it was pitch black inside the small door.

There seem to be two worlds on this side of the wall and inside the small door.

But Zhao Yu could see clearly, there was no cover above the inner courtyard at all...

"Everything arises from cause and condition, without birth and death!"

The sweeping monk looked at Zhao Yu's hesitation, and didn't urge or laugh at him, but just put his hands together and muttered.

Zhao Yu hesitated for a moment, then raised his foot and walked towards the small door.

He is naturally timid and cautious, even with the Golden Bell Shade in his body, he still dare not be careless.

One step into the small door, the old monk immediately stepped forward and closed the small door.

When Zhao Yu entered the small gate, the world was instantly darkened.

This one looks like an ordinary courtyard, but it seems to stand in another time and space.

Zhao Yu's inner breath circulated, and golden inscriptions flickered all over his body.

After adjusting himself to the best condition, Zhao Yu began to try to walk towards the endless darkness.

One step, two steps...

Zhao Yu, who was silently counting the number of steps in his heart, when he counted to the ninth step, a golden light suddenly lit up not far in front of his eyes, and a plaque with the flow of Zen appeared in the void not far away.

Wooden Man Alley! ! !
"Shaolin Temple Wooden Man Alley?!"

Zhao Yu is not unfamiliar with these three words. In his previous life, whether it was a film or television drama or a novel, he had mentioned this place.

The lay monks had to go through this place if they wanted to go down the mountain.

And the old monk's unbelievable inner breath was realized in this place.

It's just that, apart from these three characters, there is not a single hair here.

Zhao Yu, who can't even practice some superficial kung fu, can imagine his martial arts talent.

Even if he comprehends to death here, he probably won't be able to comprehend the superb inner breathing technique of the sweeping monk.

Just when Zhao Yu wanted to give up, the golden light came back.

With a fixed eye, a bronze figure with angry eyes of King Kong appeared under the plaque.

"This...why does it look familiar?"

Looking at the bronze figures that suddenly appeared, Zhao Yu murmured in his heart.

He seemed to have seen the scene in front of him somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Before Zhao Yu could come up with Chou Yinmao, the bronze man on the opposite side shouted violently.

"Drink! Ha! Eighteen Bronze Men of Shaolin Temple!!"

Nima? !
Zhao Yu looked at the bronze men glaring at King Kong, and his mind was instantly opened.

Isn't this the eighteen neuropathy that trapped Stephen Zhou? !

Without waiting for Zhao Yu to say anything, these eighteen guys rushed forward...

……

Outside the other courtyard, the sweeping monk sat cross-legged, silently counting the time in his heart.

It took him three days and three nights to pass the Eighteen Bronze Figures when he entered the Wooden Man Alley. After entering the inner alley, he accidentally realized the artistic conception left by Bodhidharma.

But in the view of the sweeping monk, he has not realized less than [-]% of the artistic conception that Bodhidharma left in the wooden man alley.

I don't know how long it will take for this young man who can transform the golden bell cover to reach the peak of the Eighteen Bronze Figures, and how many percent of the artistic conception he can comprehend in the inner alley.

On the other side, Jiumozhi, who was full of ostentation, has been beaten beyond recognition by the Lushi and Erha from the Supervisory Headquarters.

Even Fu'er on the right side was torn off half by Erha...

Logically speaking, Jiumozhi not only has his own flame knife, but also the Xiao Wuxiang Gong of the Xiaoyao School, and he can activate the 72 unique skills one by one.

Such a master is more than enough to deal with more than [-] wrestlers from the supervisory headquarters.

The damn thing is, beside those guys, there is Jiang Yuyan who is in a rush.

This girl not only has a strong inner breath, but also can specialize in the six-meridian sword of Jiumozhi.

Jiumozhi, who was more than half focused on guarding against Jiang Yuyan, was naturally no match for the powerful fighters in the Supervisory Department.

He was pinned down on the ground by more than [-] people and slashed, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. In the end, Jiang Yuyan was forced to use a yang finger to seal a large acupoint all over his body.

If Zhao Yu hadn't ordered them to stop when he left, Jiumozhi wouldn't have just been beaten up!

……

"Three six!"

In the wooden man alley, eighteen bronze men besieged Zhao Yu.

But it's not fighting, it's playing cards.

At the beginning of the year, Zhao Yu specially made a deck of playing cards to pass the time when he was watching the year.

I didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.

"Three ticks!"

One of the bronze figures threw down three cards, then looked at Zhao Yu nervously.

"King fried!!"

Zhao Yu smiled slightly, threw out two trump cards, and then slapped the last "three" in his hand on the ground.

"I would like to bet and admit defeat, everyone, can I pass?"

Looking at the dejected bronze men, Zhao Yu said with a proud face.

The eighteen bronze men glanced at each other, then dropped the poker cards in their hands, came under the suspended plaque, and formed a formation.

18 people condensed their energy, and instantly became golden.

In the darkness behind the golden light of the crowd, a door suddenly appeared, and as the 18 people sang the Buddha's name, the door opened slowly.

"Thank you!"

Zhao Yu put away the playing cards, and when he passed the eighteen bronze figures, he handed this set of playing cards to the leading bronze figure.

Zhao Yu stepped into the door and disappeared in front of the Eighteen Bronze Men.

And these eighteen idiots immediately restarted the game after Zhao Yu left...

Killing the sweeping monks outside would never have imagined that blocking the eighteen bronze men who don't know how many top masters would be passed by a round of Doudizhu!
(End of this chapter)