The descendants of Taiwu are very famous

Chapter 7
After leaving the old man with bad eyes, Dang Dang walked along that road for a few more days.

One afternoon, when she was immersed in pushing the car, she suddenly heard a clear and indifferent bell from a distance.

Raising her head loudly, a majestic temple appeared in front of her.

On the black plaque in the middle, there are three golden, strong and powerful characters, Shaolin Temple! !
"Good guy, my feet are blistered, I finally found it," Dang Dang quickly stepped forward with a happy face.

She had just stepped into the mountain gate with a wooden cart on her shoulders, when a monk in brown robes came out from the Shaolin Temple where the faint sound of bells and fishes could be heard.

He made a slight bow with his hands and ten facing each other. "Amitabha, this benefactor, what can I do for you?"

Just as Xiang Dangdang was about to speak, Ning Shuning in the car took out a letter of invitation from her arms and handed it to Xiang Dangdang, "Miss Dangdang, use this."

After receiving the greeting card, the guest monk saw the famous name on it, and immediately gave a happy look, and he respectfully performed a Buddhist salute to Dangdang again,
"Dear guest, wait for a moment." Then he ran away with the greeting card.

After Rang Dangdang waited in the side hall for a while, she saw that the receiving monk just now led an old monk in cassock with a black scar on his face, walking over.

He looked at Dangdang, and said with a cold expression: "This benefactor, dare to ask, you are the descendant of Taiwu, Taiwu Dangdang?"

Loud Dang clasped his fists together, and laughed boldly, "Yes, I am Taiwu Dangdang, but I still like people to call me by my real name, Loud Dangdang."

"Amitabha, now that the Taiwu has reappeared, those who have fallen into demons in the future will be saved. It's really gratifying."

Seeing Dangdang's muscular body, Zen Master Jianzhuan nodded.Although it looks rude, it is a piece of material for martial arts.

At this moment, seeing that Xiang Dang was still staring at him, he felt a little annoyed immediately, and put his palms together, "The old monk's name is Jian Chao, and he is the current abbot of Shaolin. What is Taiwu doing when he comes to Shaolin this time?"

"Zen Master Jianzhuan, didn't you hear that, as a descendant of Taiwu, no matter which sect I go to, you will give me money? Then, can you Shaolin teach me your martial arts?" Xiang Dangdang said nervously Out of their own intentions.

"Amitabha, Taiwu swears to do the great good of eliminating demons and defending Taoism. How can I stand by and watch while Shaolin Temple pretends to be the leader of the righteous way of martial arts. But I hope that Taiwu will be merciful and can use my martial arts martial arts for the righteous way."

Hearing the meaning of these words, the monk agreed, and her face was full of excitement immediately after the sound, she couldn't help asking: "Then what unique skills do you all have in Shaolin?"

Zen Master Jian Zhuan heard this, and said with a little pride on his face: "That's a lot, Taiwu, let's sit down and talk slowly. I'm infatuated with tea."

Dang Dang sat down, took a sip of the tea brought by the handsome monk next to him, and looked at Abbot Shaolin expectantly.

"We have a wide range of unique Shaolin techniques, including sword techniques, stick techniques, palm techniques, and finger techniques. May I ask which one Taiwu wants to learn?"

Xiang Dangdang touched the fire-burning stick behind him, and replied to Zen Master Jian Zhuan: "Stick method, I will learn the stick method first, and I will follow the others."

"Okay, crazy, you go to the Sutra Pavilion, and send the manuscripts of Arhat Kung Fu, Gecko Swimming Wall Kung Fu, Staining Clothes Eighteen Falls, and Shaolin Yin-Yang Cudgel to Taiwu quickly."

"Yes, abbot." The infatuated monk took a look at the sound, then turned and left.

Hearing these exercises that he had never heard before, Dangdang couldn't wait to learn them.

She was moved and said to Zen Master Jian Zhuan who was drinking tea: "Abbot, you are too polite. Look... I have nothing for you. Why don't we form a friendship with Jinlan!"

"Pfft..." The tea in Zen Master Jian's mouth flew three meters away.

While coughing violently, he looked at the Taiwu successor in front of him with disbelief, "cough...cough cough, what did you say?"

Ning Shuning, who was at the side, looked embarrassed. It was too unreliable for her to be a sister. There was no one who married Shaolin abbot Jinlan as soon as they met.

"That...poor monk is a monk, you can't...you can't..."

Hearing Zen Master Jian Zhuan say this, there was some regret on his face, "Forget it, we will talk about it later."

Zen Master Jian Zhuan wiped the cold sweat off his brow. This year's successor of Taiwu feels unreliable. I hope he can get rid of demons with peace of mind and don't bring too much trouble to the martial arts.

Dang Dang suddenly clapped his hands, thought of something, ran out of the house in two or three steps, and took the two cans of monkey wine in bamboo tube jugs from the canoe.

"Zen Master Jianzhuan, I'm sorry to take advantage of you so plainly. This is the wine made by monkeys I found in the forest. Please accept it." Dangdang handed over the bamboo pot.

"No, no, no, Taiwu, you don't have to be polite. This is the job of a poor monk. Besides, people who are monks can't-huh?? Monkey-made wine?" Zen Master Jianzhuan with a firm attitude suddenly noticed the resounding words a detail.

Dangdang nodded vigorously, "That's right, the wine brewed by monkeys is delicious." After speaking, he unscrewed the bamboo tube, and a strong fruity fragrance wafted over.

Could this be the legendary first-grade monkey wine that can cleanse the bones and improve the talent of martial arts?Zen Master Jian Chao was instantly moved.

"Abbot Jian Chao, take it, it's just some fruit wine." Dang Dang handed over the wine again.

"This... can't be allowed, can't be allowed." Zen Master Jian Zhuan looked around without anyone, and while talking, he quickly put the monkey wine into his cassock.

Feeling the corresponding sensations in his body, Zen Master Jianzhuan looked at Dangdang, his face was no longer as businesslike as before.

He patted Dangdang on the shoulder with a smile on his face, "Taiwu is interested, if you have time in the future, you can come and sit in the small courtyard where I live alone."

Sensing Zen Master Jian Zhuan's kindness toward him, Long Xiu felt overjoyed, it seemed that the abbot of Shaolin had a good impression of him.

"By the way, if there are so many Shaolin exercises, I guess I will have to stay in Shaolin for a while."

"It doesn't matter, Bodhi Hall just happens to have one, the best Chaoyang Wing Room, Taiwu can stay as long as he wants."

"That's great, Shu Ning!! Finally, I don't have to feed mosquitoes in the wild today." Dangdang happily said to Ning Shuning who was at the side.

Looking at the pretty little girl, Zen Master Jian Zhuan said with some embarrassment: "Er...Taiwu, this female benefactor, also lives in Shaolin with you?"

"Of course, this is my sister. She is only 12 years old now. If I don't look at her, I'm so worried."

"But Shaolin Temple is a place of Buddhism... I'm afraid it's not appropriate to keep female relatives inside."

"What's wrong?? I'm not a woman too."

Zen Master Jian Chao's frightened voice became high-pitched. "What did you say!!!"

(End of this chapter)