I can see the commodity price curve

Zhan Susu also looked at the hole in front of him in surprise: "Does One Finger Zen really exist?"

Master Wukong nodded and said: "This is the authentic Kung Fu of our Buddhist sect, which has existed since ancient times.

Including myself, I also practiced one-finger Zen for a period of time. "

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, and Zhang Yue saw that the index finger of his left hand and right hand were much thicker than the other fingers.

I saw him do a backflip, then turn his feet upside down, and his two index fingers actually supported his body.

He stood there motionless, with a calm expression, as if doing this difficult move was the easiest thing.

Yang Ze couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "You are really amazing, aren't you?"

However, Master Wukong's left index finger suddenly slowly hung in the air, leaving only his right index finger supporting the ground.

Although his body was still motionless, he clearly looked much more exhausted than before.

clap clap clap!
Zhang Yue quickly applauded: "Chinese martial arts originated from Shaolin, today I have learned a lot."

Master Wukong exerted a little force on his body, flipped forward gently, and stood there with a smile on his face.

“This level of Kung Fu can only be considered average!

In fact, the most powerful thing about Shaolin Temple is the cultivation of internal strength. Unfortunately, I am not very good at this aspect, and at most I can only look like I am good at it on the surface."

"Internal force cultivation?" Zhang Yue looked at him, "Isn't internal force a fabrication in martial arts novels?
How could this thing exist in reality?"

Master Wukong shook his head: "That's because you know too little about martial arts.

Internal force has always been there, but it is not the same as the true qi in martial arts novels.

Real inner strength is a kind of inner feeling, and can also be understood as the technique of exerting force.

The idea that one can become extremely powerful simply by absorbing other people's internal energy is, of course, false.

For example, if you want to practice the Vajra Palm, you need the support of internal strength.

Otherwise, how could a person leave his handprint on a stone with just his hands? "

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his left hand and slapped the stone next to him.

The next moment, there was a bang, and Master Wukong's palm collided with the stone.

Then Zhang Yue’s mouth opened wide.

Because he discovered that Master Wukong's palm actually hit the stone.

Although the palm print was not deep, it still left a very clear palm print.

He lowered his head and observed for a long time, and found that this stone was the bluestone that was very common on the roadside.

Its texture is very hard, and changing its shape by hitting it is not something that can be done with an ordinary palm.

When Zhang Yue looked at Master Wukong again, the look in his eyes was completely different.

Just now the other party said that he doesn’t understand martial arts and can’t develop internal strength.

He thought it was real.

Looking back now, it is clear that the other party was being modest.

Zhang Yue quickly clasped his hands together and said, "Master Wukong's magical power is invincible. For a martial arts master like you, I'm afraid no one can defeat you in one or two moves."

What he said was the truth.

In terms of combat effectiveness, Yang Ze thinks boxing is the most powerful.

For example, it is said that Tyson, the boxing champion at that time, could kill a cow with one punch.

But Zhang Yue felt that if Tyson stood in front of Master Wukong, he would definitely be beaten by Master Wukong.

Suddenly, a temple appeared in front of us.

Originally, Zhang Yue was not interested in temples, but now looking at them again, he found that these temples suddenly became extremely mysterious.

After walking over, Zhang Yue started queuing up immediately.

This team is used by tourists to burn incense.

And it’s different from other places where the starting price for a stick of incense is twenty or thirty yuan.

In Shaolin Temple, how much money to give is entirely up to the tourists.

One or two cents is not a lot, and ten or eight dollars is not too much.

Of course, most people just give one dollar and then pick up three incense sticks and light them.

The Shaolin monks nearby just smiled and responded calmly no matter how much money the tourists gave them.

Soon it was Zhang Yue's turn.

He also gave a dollar, picked up the incense and worshiped earnestly.

After paying homage, he returned to Master Wukong again.

Zhan Susu looked at him helplessly and said, "Aren't you too stingy?

Master Wukong personally brought you here, but you only paid one dollar, which is not even enough to cover the master's guide fee."

Master Wukong said quickly: "Donor Zhan can't say that. The reason why I chat with Donor Zhang is mainly because we hit it off right away. It has nothing to do with how much money he spends on incense.

And if I am not mistaken, Mr. Zhang must have his own purpose for doing this, right?"

Zhang Yue smiled slightly and said, "I didn't expect that Master Wukong would find out what happened to you.

Yes, I did do this for my own purpose.”

Then he said to Zhan Susu: "Look at those tourists, everyone gives one dollar and burns incense.

Is one dollar a lot? Not much.

Why can't you give a little more?
It's simple, this is everyone's herd mentality.

After all, no matter who you are, money doesn't come from the wind.

You give one piece and I give one piece. It doesn't cost extra money and it satisfies our wish to burn incense. Why not do it?
I can indeed spend a hundred dollars to burn a stick of incense.

But what do you think the people behind me will think when they see me paying so much money? "

Zhan Susu was stunned: "This..."

Master Wukong smiled slightly and said, "As expected of you, Mr. Zhang.

It is indeed very commendable that you can think about the people behind you instead of showing off your wealth.

This also applies to Buddha.

Since I started learning Buddhism, the first thing I learned was to abstain from greed, anger, and eating.

And greed refers to money.

Therefore, Shaolin Temple never encourages tourists to spend more money to burn incense.

After all, everyone comes here mainly to pray for peace, this is just a wish.

If you force your wishes to be tied to money, it will be meaningless.”

Zhang Yue gave a thumbs up and said: "Shaolin Temple is a world-famous thousand-year-old temple, and it really deserves its reputation.

I remember once I went to Xiangguo Temple in Kaifeng. There were only a few small temples there and the ticket cost 80 yuan.

It only took me ten minutes to go through it all, and when I wanted to light a stick of incense, the other party asked for thirty yuan, which was simply a rip-off."

The three of them walked forward while chatting.

One has to admit that the Shaolin Temple left a grand impression on Zhang Yue.

He walked about 2 kilometers and could still see the temple in front of him.

There are also various performances along the way, which is really fun.

At this moment, a monk in his forties suddenly ran over and said, "Uncle Wukong, nephew Huijie is injured."

Wukong frowned, "Injured? Did he fight with someone again?"

The monk nodded.

Wukong's face suddenly darkened: "Didn't I tell you that we monks practice martial arts mainly to strengthen our bodies.

But you use the martial arts taught by Shaolin Temple to fight with people everywhere to make money.

What we cultivate is the heart, not money."

The middle-aged monk nodded and said, "You are right, Brother Huijie really shouldn't do this.

You persuaded him once before and he has remembered it.

But this time we can’t blame him entirely, because someone came here to mess things up.

The other party is very arrogant. You know the temper of Junior Brother Huijie, so you naturally can't tolerate it.

So he stepped forward in a fit of rage.”

Master Wukong shook his head: "We can't be so impulsive. There are many people who want to provoke Shaolin Temple. Do we have to respond no matter who they are?"

"But the other side is the Japanese. Not only did they provoke us, they also pulled out a banner that read Sick Man of East Asia.

Junior Brother Huijie couldn't stand it any longer, so he had to do this."

Master Wukong's eyes widened: "Wait, what country do you think the other party is from?"

"Japanese!"

Master Wukong's face was filled with anger: "Fuck it, these Japanese people want to go to heaven these days, right?
How dare you mock me as the sick man of East Asia."

As he said this, he quickly followed the middle-aged man and ran forward. After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something and turned to Zhang Yue and said:

"Master Zhang, do you want to come with me or travel around Shaolin Temple by yourself?"

Zhang Yue smiled and said, "I'd better go with you. I also want to see which Japanese is so arrogant."

You have to know that China is not the China of a hundred years ago.

One hundred years ago, when the Chinese people came up with the words "Sick Man of East Asia", the only one who dared to stand up and challenge was Huo Yuanjia.

But it's different now.

If the Japanese dare to do what they did a hundred years ago again, they are definitely asking for a fight.

Of course, what Zhang Yue found even more strange was Master Wukong.

The other person looked to be in his twenties, even a little younger than himself.

But the middle-aged monk just now actually called me uncle.

It seems that the other party is not as simple as he seems.

The place that Master Wukong wanted to go was not the temples in Shaolin Temple, but an independent courtyard.

This small courtyard is where the monks of Shaolin Temple live.

I saw seven or eight Japanese people in kimonos standing there, one of them had a plaster bandage on his head, looking forward with a provocative look on his face.

Zhang Yue’s eyes narrowed instantly.

This man is extremely strong and with a height of 1.8 meters, he gives people a strong sense of oppression.

On the opposite side, a thin man only about 1.6 meters tall was surrounded by two monks.

At this moment, his face was pale and his eyes were dull.

Especially with blood at the corner of his mouth, he looked very pitiful.

If I'm not mistaken, this person should be Huijie.

The Japanese samurai mumbled something, but I couldn't understand a word.

Master Wukong walked over, and the other monks saw him and hurriedly saluted.

Master Wukong waved his hand and told them not to be so polite.

He then took Huijie's pulse and gently closed his eyes.

Soon Master Wukong's expression relaxed: "It's just a minor skin injury, just take a rest."

Then he reached out and grabbed the other person's arm and twisted it hard.

With a click, Huijie's arm, which was originally deformed, returned to its original shape.

Because of this, Huijie's mental state instantly became much more normal.

Seeing Wukong, he quickly said, "Master Wukong, I'm sorry, I failed to protect the reputation of Shaolin Temple."

Master Wukong shook his head: "It's not your fault, take a good rest!"

Then he turned around and asked the Japanese in front of him: "Who among you did it just now?"

Zhang Yue’s eyes widened because he discovered that Master Wukong was speaking Japanese?
The Japanese samurai on the opposite side was obviously also very surprised.

He looked at Master Wukong and said, "How come you speak Japanese so well? Are you Japanese?"

Master Wukong looked at him and said, "Why should I be a Japanese just because I am fluent in Japanese?
I can speak English and French, so I am also British and French?"

The Japanese warrior looked a little strange: "Then why does your Japanese have the same accent as the Japanese in Hokkaido?
I grew up in Hokkaido, so I wouldn’t have heard it wrong.”

Master Wukong chuckled and said, "It's simple, because I've been to Hokkaido before."

"Really? So what do you think of Hokkaido? Is it beautiful?"

Master Wukong said noncommittally: "I don't know whether it is beautiful or not, but the biggest impression Hokkaido gave me is that the karate there is worse than the others.

I didn’t go there to challenge myself, but after playing for three days, I became more and more exhausted, and in the end I almost fell asleep.”

The Japanese warrior's eyes suddenly widened, and then he laughed: "So that person is you?

It's true that you can't find anything without wearing iron shoes, and it doesn't take any effort to get it.

I have wanted to challenge you for a long time, and I cannot let this opportunity go today."

After saying this, he bent his waist and clenched his fists tightly.

Unexpectedly, Master Wukong looked at him and slowly shook his head.

The other party asked: "Why don't you dare to fight?

You were so arrogant three years ago, could it be that after three years, your arrogance has been wiped out?"

Master Wukong shook his head: "You are wrong, the reason I shook my head is not because I don't want to fight with you.

But I think you are too new, so I want you to play with your teammates. "

"Really? In that case, I won't be polite."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at the people behind him.

The men nodded, then dispersed to surround Master Wukong.

Zhan Susu couldn't help but say, "With so many of you fighting against Master Wukong alone, isn't that a bit unfair?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Master Wukong looked at her and said, “Ms. Zhang, you were wrong just now.

It is really unfair for these people to beat me.

But it was not them who won unfairly, but me.

With my level, I can beat at least ten of them with one hand.

In other words, only if twenty people attack me at the same time can we be considered evenly matched.

But now there are only seven people on the other side, what else can this be but an unfair victory?"

Zhang Yue gave him a thumbs up.

Moreover, he had just seen Master Wukong take action, so he knew that the other party was not bragging.

But the Japanese samurai just now could no longer hold back.

He clenched his fist and punched Master Wukong.

Master Wukong just dodged slightly, then pushed his finger forward forcefully.

When Yang Ze saw this scene, his eyelids twitched instantly.

He recalled the scene where Master Wukong did a handstand with one finger.

Therefore, he understood better than anyone how powerful the opponent's finger was.

Sure enough, as soon as his fingers touched the Japanese samurai, his body stiffened.

Then his mouth slowly opened, his eyes became lifeless, and he fell straight to the ground.

The other Japanese warriors were also confused.

Fortunately, they reacted quickly and were about to attack together.

But Master Wukong didn't give them any chance at all. He just waved his fingers around like a butterfly flying through flowers.

Soon, all the Japanese warriors fell to the ground.

Master Wukong clapped his hands, his face full of disdain: "I thought you were so powerful, but now it seems you are just so-so."

Then he looked at Huijie with disdain: "You can't do this?
A few little Karamis beat you up like this. You'd better not go out and embarrass yourself with such little ability.

The correct thing to do is to stay in the temple and practice martial arts."

Although Huijie was somewhat reluctant, facing Master Wukong, he had no choice but to nod to show that he understood.

At this time, Zhang Yue's attention was focused on those Japanese warriors.

These people are clearly awake now, but they remain motionless.

Could it be that he was acupunctured? (End of this chapter)