Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 165
Fang Jianming was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. If the old monk knew that he was still here, and how the old monk would deal with him, he would probably have to spank him.

At this time, Fang Jianming only felt a pain in his body, and someone hit him on the buttocks, of course, this person could not be the old monk.Fang Jianming said "Ouch", stretched out his hand to rub his little buttocks, and shouted, "That was the one who hit me, don't you deserve it!"

I learned this from my master. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the master standing in front of him, looking at him with an angry face, gesturing with one hand to hit his little buttocks, Fang Jianming's small face He suddenly changed drastically, pouted his little mouth, hurriedly got up, ran away, chased after him in anger, and shouted from behind: "You boy made me look for a long time, so I fell asleep here , Master is really mad! You still want to beat Master, hehe, Master is here, where are you going to go, see how I can fix you when I go back!"

Although Fang Jianming thought of this later, he only thought it was a dream. Maybe it was because he was thinking about the Eighteen Bronze Figures in his heart that he had this strange dream.As the saying goes: Think by day, dream by night.Although Fang Jianming is young, he also understands this truth. He didn't tell outsiders about this dream, and it only caused a lot of laughter, just like when he said in front of his master that he practiced the "Great Sleeping Art", he was met with Seeing the master's ridicule, he called it absurd.

That year was the second summer of his practice of the "Great Sleeping Art", and he gradually forgot about it later.When he and Wuming Monk and others arrived at Canglong Valley, Wuming Monk met the sword god and suddenly shattered the hat on his head, revealing his bald head. The white-browed monk forgot, even if there was some image in his mind, he would not connect the two of them for a while, because although Wuming was also bald and white-browed, Wuming was born with a very different appearance from that old monk.

He hadn't practiced the "Great Sleeping Magic" for many years at that time, and he was just in the stage of practicing qigong, and he was "confused" about some things, and he didn't even think about the relationship between the unknown monk and the white-browed old monk. It doesn't matter, at that time everyone was attracted by "Tian Chan Knife", who would care about these things.

Now in this secret room, he saw eighteen wooden figures at once, mobilized the memories hidden in his heart, and immediately thought of the Eighteen Bronze Figures in Shaolin Temple.The difference between the eighteen wooden figures and the eighteen bronze figures was that they were in sleeping postures, and the sleeping postures looked more relaxed and arrogant, not as solemn and rigorous as the bronze figures he saw in his dream.

Fang Jianming thought to himself: "It seems that our Shaolin Temple does have an 'Eighteen Bronze Man Formation'. I don't know who the old monk I met at the beginning is. Could it be that he is of the same generation as the unknown Grand Master? Hehe, It seems that our Shaolin Temple is really a hidden dragon and crouching tiger!" Fang Jianming took a step forward lightly, and the head of the wooden man closest to him on the right turned slightly, Fang Jianming was slightly startled, and hurriedly stopped, not daring to step forward move.I looked at these wooden men carefully, and after looking at them for a long time, I couldn't see that there was anything special about them, and they were not much different from the wooden uncle outside.But they are incomparable with Uncle Mu Mu in terms of momentum and mystery.

From Fang Jianming's point of view, the eighteen bronze men have already entered the realm of first-class masters, but Fang Jianming can't tell how high their martial arts are. Sometimes he feels that their martial arts can compete with him, and sometimes he feels that they can compete with him. Their martial arts are not too high, after watching for a while, he was sweating profusely.The more he looked at it, the more he felt that they were really unfathomable, just like the feeling he had when he first met the sick scholar in the ruined temple. Once these eighteen bronze figures unite, their strength will never be inferior to the heaven list. The masters of the ground list are even better than some people on the sky list and some people on the ground list.Fang Jianming had a feeling that no one would be able to deal with them unless his adoptive father Dao Shen came in person.

Fang Jianming looked away and looked at the bald old monk on the platform.The old monk was about 25 feet away from where he was standing. Fang Jianming stared intently, but couldn't see clearly at first. Later, slowly, as if looking down from the lake to the bottom of the lake, due to the fluctuation of the lake water, he couldn't see clearly. It wasn't very clear, but when the lake gradually leveled off, the bottom of the lake could be seen at a glance. Fang Jianming could see his facial features clearly at a glance.

As soon as Fang Jianming saw him, he seemed to feel that the other party winked his eyes and made a grimace for a moment. This grimace just flashed across Fang Jianming's mind, but Fang Jianming didn't see him move very clearly in his eyes.Fang Jianming was amazed in his heart, the old monk's movements were too fast, if anyone had such skill, who would be his opponent!Fang Jianming saw that he looked like a kind-hearted old man, with a short white beard under his chin, and he was wearing a black and white monk robe.It was the first time Fang Jianming saw someone wearing this kind of strange monk robe.I can't help being more curious about him.There was a lyre in front of him, the strings were as thin as a hair, Fang Jianming used his eyesight enough to confirm that this lyre had strings.

The body of the piano is pure white, and I don't know what it is made of, but it is so strange!Fang Jianming secretly said: "It seems that he played the piano just now." Ever since Fang Jianming came in, the old monk had been sitting there motionless. You said he was sitting in meditation, but it didn't look like he was not sitting in meditation. Could it be that he fell asleep?Fang Jianming didn't dare to speculate on his own, tried to raise his voice, and said respectfully: "Disciple Fang Jianming, come to pay respects...to Master!"

Fang Jianming heard from Uncle Mu that the owner of this cave is Uncle Mu's master, who is also the founder of the "Great Sleeping Art". The name of the monk, let alone that he is a monk of the generation of Shaolin Temple. In short, since this old monk can create such a miraculous and peerless martial art as the "Great Sleeping God", he should be very famous in Shaolin Temple.After Fang Jianming asked that sentence, he stood quietly on the spot, waiting for the other party's response. After waiting for a while, the old monk was still in the same position, without moving, with his lips tightly closed, as if he was asleep, lying on his back or is dead.

Fang Jianming rolled his eyes and thought: "I heard from Uncle Mu that this is his avatar. I don't know what the avatar is. I think it was transformed by him using great supernatural powers. It should be able to speak. Hearing my words Why didn't he respond?" After pondering for a while, he didn't understand the strangeness of it, neither advancing nor retreating, so he had to stand there.After a while, Fang Jianming saw that he kept that posture all the time, as if he had hit an acupuncture point.Fang Jianming's heart suddenly brightened, thinking of the beautiful monk Wen Ruowang and his wife he met under the cliff, they looked like this when they passed away, and laughed at his stupidity in his heart, it turned out that he was superstitious.

Fang Jianming was about to move forward when he suddenly thought something was wrong, and secretly said: "How could the master die? If he is dead, why should I come in? Uncle Mu didn't say that his master is dead! Strange, strange... "After thinking for a long time, I still couldn't figure out what was wrong, and the old monk remained motionless.Fang Jianming had a headache thinking about it, stretched out his hand and patted his head, and said with a smile: "Whatever, he told me to come in anyway, now that I'm here, I want to go up and have a look!" After finishing speaking, he lifted his foot and was about to step forward. Previous.

"Don't move, boy, I'm not dead yet!" Someone suddenly shouted, following his words, the sound of snoring and dozing came from the cave.

Fang Jianming's heart skipped a beat, he stretched that foot back quietly, and asked in amazement: "Who are you? Why didn't I see you?" The man paused and said, "I am that old monk, Do you think I'm dead?" Fang Jianming let out an "oh" in surprise, sweating profusely all over his body, looking up, he saw the old monk stretched long, and the snoring stopped suddenly. The old monk glanced at Fang Jianming and winked at him. Seeing that he was so approachable, Fang Jianming couldn't help but chuckled and said, "So it's you, Master, I..." The old monk suddenly laughed, and said in surprise: "I heard Is it wrong? You call me Master?" Fang Jianming said in surprise: "I don't call you Master, what should I call you?" The old monk laughed again and sighed: "I'm so touched, I finally have a disciple, hurry up Come here, let me see you!"

Fang Jianming looked at the wooden men, with a hesitant look on his face, the old monk smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, they won't attack you for the time being, without my order, they can't move if they want to, you can come here boldly Let's go!" Fang Jianming chuckled and walked up without thinking.From his side to the old monk's side, there is a white road in the middle, with black stone fields on both sides, and eighteen bronze figures are scattered.Fang Jianming walked on the white road, approaching the old monk step by step.

Halfway through, the old monk suddenly showed a weird smile. Fang Jianming saw it, and suddenly felt something was wrong. Some bad things were waiting for him, he couldn't help but slow down, suddenly, there was a "click" under his feet, Fang Jianming's soles were empty, and before he had time to perform lightness kung fu, his body sank.

Fang Jianming's expression changed, and in a crisis, he had no choice but to stretch out his hand and firmly grasp the edge of the caved stone wall.Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand grasped the stone wall, his fingers felt as if he was grasping on a loach, which was extremely slippery. His figure just paused, and then sank. Fang Jianming's face changed drastically, and he exclaimed: "Master, this is What's going on? Why is this stone wall so slippery!" Following the words, he touched the stone wall with both feet, ran to the opposite stone wall, touched the opposite stone wall, and sprinted over again. Scurrying to and fro, vigorous as a monkey.

(End of this chapter)