The descendants of Taiwu are very famous

Chapter 23
"Thousands of years ago? Abbot, I remember correctly?? I think the old man will not be confused until he dies." Dang Dang Gan looked at Zen Master Jianhun with a look of disbelief.

"This name was seen by the poor monk before he converted to Buddhism 40 years ago. The poor monk seems to remember it. He seems to be a descendant of Taiwu just like you."

"Is that person a descendant of Taiwu?? It's no exaggeration to say that he is a descendant of Xiangshu with the evil spirit all over his body. Abbot, do you really remember correctly??"

Hearing the resounding question, Jian Huan did not refute, but shook his head. "Oh, it's been too long, and the poor monk can't remember clearly, maybe he remembered it wrong."

Dang Dang scratched his head in confusion, this sword mound is really getting more and more confusing, if it is true as the abbot said, the old man was from a thousand years ago, then why did he appear in this sword mound again?
"Well, Taiwu benefactor, you haven't told the poor monk yet, why did you come back?" Chan Master Jian Zhuan's question pulled Dang Dang back from his meditation.

"Why? Can't I come back to this Shaolin Temple? Abbot, you said before that this martial arts forest is calm and the world is peaceful, but now that the sword mound has come out, there are countless deaths and injuries in the martial arts forest. You have to teach me higher-level exercises. "

"That sword mound, you don't mess with it, that weird person won't come out, you don't need high-level exercises." Seeing that the sound was asking for exercises again, Zen Master Jian Huan's face changed slightly, and he walked back with his hands behind his back rise.

Hearing this, he gave up resoundingly, and pointed his hand at Zen Master Jian Zhuan who was about to leave.He shouted loudly: "Abbot, you are not authentic. I think that when we first met, I deliberately made that monkey... woo woo woo"

They had already stepped out of the door along Zen Master Jianzhuan, and suddenly came in front of Dangdang, covering her mouth with one hand.

While covering the ringing sound, he glanced guiltily at the messenger monk who hadn't left yet.

Zen Master Jianzhuan put down his hand, suddenly changed his tone, and laughed at Dangdang: "Haha, what the benefactor of Taiwu said is very true!! What he said is very true!! This sword tomb has endangered the martial arts for many days. Get rid of Taiwu as soon as possible, and this poor monk just happens to have a mind-mind-qi energy mixing skill, which is exactly what you need."

Seeing that Zen Master Jianzhuan took out the book from his arms, he took it over happily with a bang, and pulled Ning Shuning to turn around and leave.

"Abbot, he... what should we do??" The monk next to him asked hesitantly.

There was a trace of solemnity between Jian Zhuan's brows, he couldn't let this guy stay in Shaolin, but how could he drive her away without giving others an excuse...

Ringing in his hand, he came to the side room where he lived, and began to concentrate on reading the mind-energy Hunyuan Gong that he had extorted from the abbot.

After this incident in Jianzhong, her desire for advanced martial arts continued unabated.

Ning Shuning at the side looked at the spotless house, and said with surprise in her tone: "Miss Dangdang, we've been walking for so long, why is there no dust at all here?"

"Why do you care about this? It's not good to be clean." Dangdang replied.

That night, Dangdang put the book in his hands together, and his hands changed rapidly in front of him, and an inexplicable air curled up the paper quickly.

Along with the rattling stretch of the left hand, there was a muffled "touch", and a deep handprint suddenly appeared on the wall.Rang Dang looked at the palm print and praised repeatedly, "I just started learning, and now this internal strength can be improved so much."

She could feel that after learning this heart-mind-qi mixing skill, her inner strength has become much stronger. It seems that the abbot of Shaolin didn't use bad things to fool herself this time.

On the second day, Xiang Dangdang deliberately got up early in the morning to find his three "good friends", but found that except for Xin Chi, the other two were not there.

"What's the matter?? Are those two of you seniors still vulgar???" Naked and clattering, he said with his hand touching his head.

"Sister Dangdang, I heard that the two of them made a big mistake recently and almost burned the golden body of the Buddha with a candle. They were punished by the abbot to face the wall and meditate for half a year."

Dangdang snorted coldly, "It's unreasonable, these two seem to be taking the opportunity of punishment to avoid me."

With a little shyness on his face, Xinzhi wriggled in Dangdang's arms, "Miss Dangdang, who says it's not the case, you see, it's better for me to treat you well, and clean the west wing every day until you come back."

"Mm~, so cute." Dangdang kissed him on the head forcefully.

He put on his clothes with a sound of comfort all over, and walked out of the woodshed with a feeling of infatuation.

Just as Xiang Dangdang was walking along the road with Xin Chi, Xin Chi was knocked to the ground by a strong monk suddenly.

When the man saw Xinzhi fell to the ground, instead of helping him, he laughed from the sidelines, "Hahaha, this rabbit master is really weak, and he fell down after a slight bump. It's really embarrassing for our Shaolin Temple, and the abbot is too. want."

Xinzhi looked at the monk, but seemed to be used to it, smiled awkwardly on his face, silently patted the dirt on his body, and prepared to leave.

But Dangdang couldn't swallow this breath, she was her own person after all, her biggest advantage was to protect her weaknesses, Dangdang raised her thick eyebrows, and shouted loudly: "You bald donkey, who dares to bully me, don't you deserve to be beaten?" Already??"

The strong monk was just about to leave when he was yelled at by Dangdang. He turned his head and stared, "What did you say!?" While speaking, he had already walked in front of Dangdang.

The impatient Xin Chi quickly smoothed things over between the two, "Brother Xin Yong, she is the abbot's distinguished guest, so don't be reckless, calm down."

The monk called Xinyong directly kicked Xinzhi away, "Go away, you Bodhiyuan disciple still want to instruct me what to do as a precept monk?"

Saying wow, he pulled out a long fine steel stick from behind. "Boy, you have the guts to say it again!!"

Loud Dangdang also took out the eyebrow stick pinned behind him, "Just say it, let me tell you, do you deserve a beating!!"

"I think you're courting death!!" Xin Yong roared angrily, swung his stick and rushed forward.

"Good time, I just feel itchy, let me meet you!!" Dangdang and this heart crackled together.

Looking at the two people who were fighting in front of them, the idiot on the other side was so anxious, "Be a sister, be careful, brother, don't fight, don't fight." But both sides refused to let go as if they didn't hear it.

Although Xin Yong, as a Buddhist monk in Shaolin Temple, has good skills and is a rare opponent for ordinary people, but it's a pity that he ran into a famous man with natural supernatural power.

She had just learned the mind-mind-energy Hunyuan Kungfu, and her hands were itchy. She was tired of practicing in front of a wooden pile. After finally finding such a good practice partner, she threw away all the martial arts she had learned.

"Shaolin Liuhe Cudgel!! Shaolin Yin-Yang Cudgel!! Eighteen-Point Eyebrow Cudgel!!! Taizu Changquan!!"

(End of this chapter)