Martial Arts: This world is different

Chapter 45 Reunion

Afterwards, the group continued on their way, and finally arrived at Shaolin Temple in Songshan Mountain that day. It was different from what Lin Hu had imagined. The whole Shaolin Temple gave him a feeling of tranquility and elegance rather than majesty and majesty, especially with the surrounding mountains and rivers. People feel very relaxed and happy.

Knowing the arrival of Jin Yiwei and his party, Shaolin Temple did not dare to neglect, the abbot Keats personally brought the temple leaders to greet them, and everyone exchanged greetings before entering the temple together.

After arriving at the living room, the two parties were divided into guests and hosts, and Weng Honglie explained his intentions.

Abbot Keats, he looks like he is at least fifty years old this year, his beard is already a little gray, his body is thin, but his head is very big. At first glance, he looks like he has been malnourished for a long time, but Lin Hu and others don't agree with him. Don't dare to underestimate Shaolin faction is the Taishan Beidou of today's martial arts, and Abbot Keats is an outstanding figure among them. His one-finger Zen skills are well-known in the world, and he is a rare opponent.

After listening to Weng Honglie's narration, Abbot Keats showed embarrassment: "Amitabha, Commander Weng, you don't know. There was indeed a Xue'an junior brother before the monastery, but he was not a member of the monastery. He was just placing orders here. He had already left the Bi Temple before, and his whereabouts are unknown now."

Weng Honglie and the others were taken aback when they heard this. Could it be that the monk Xue'an ran away early after receiving the news?Such a coincidence in the world?Weng Honglie was still a little reconciled, and said: "Abbot, it's not that Weng doesn't believe you, it's just that we are on official business, can you allow us to search in your temple, and if it turns out that Monk Xue'an is really gone, we can go back and do business. "

Keats frowned upon hearing this: "This Shaolin Temple is a place of pure Buddhism, I'm afraid this will be inconvenient for you all?"

Weng Honglie said: "I hope the abbot will do it for your convenience. If this matter is not investigated, it may not be good for your temple."

Before Keats opened his mouth, a tall monk suddenly stood beside him and said loudly: "Your Excellency, do you mean that Shaolin can't cover up the imperial court's crimes!?"

This man was full of energy, his voice was like a bell, and his voice reverberated throughout the room. Everyone in Jin Yiwei was startled, and they all looked at him intently. The man who spoke was about forty years old, with a tall stature. There are more than 1.8 meters, such a height is already rare in this world.

Looking at this man's appearance is extremely vicious, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, square mouth and broad nose. At first glance, he looks like a King Kong erected at the gate of the temple. Even the people in Jin Yiwei couldn't help cheering secretly: "What a majestic monk!"

Abbot Keats had introduced the head of the monastery for everyone before, so everyone knew that this was the head monk Jiming of Luohan Hall. Because of his bravery and combativeness, and his special appearance, people in the Jianghu gave him the nickname "Brave King Kong".

Weng Honglie heard that Ji Ming's words were dissatisfied, and just about to explain, a little novice came running in a hurry.

"I would like to inform the abbot and all of you that a young man dressed in strange clothes came outside, and he kept saying that he wanted to come to worship the temple, but the disciples guarding the gate refused to let him go, so he knocked down several people and went straight in. Now he has reached the main hall on the first floor. .”

As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar in the room. Shaolin is a holy land of martial arts. There are many people from the world who come to visit and even challenge, but it is rare to dare to break in and hit the main hall on the first floor. It is conceivable. This madman is naturally crazy to the extreme, but his martial arts are also really high.

The Arhat Hall where Monk Jiming lives is usually responsible for dispatching foreign martial arts masters. Hearing this, Yong Gangang was furious, and immediately saluted Ji Shanyi: "Brother Abbot, the visitor is too deceitful, please allow me to teach you a lesson. to him."

Abbot Keats also frowned at that time, thinking that the Jinyiwei people were already hard enough to dismiss, and now it happened again. I am willing, but it is difficult to shirk it for a while, so I just took this opportunity to interrupt.

Thinking of this, Keats turned his head and said to Weng Honglie and the others: "Commander Weng and all the officers, there are some urgent matters in the monastery that need to be dealt with, so I can only ask you to stay here for a while, and we will discuss other matters later."

Weng Honglie and the others also understood that the other party was delaying with excuses, but there were already people knocking on the door here, and you couldn't force the Shaolin faction to ignore it, and Weng Honglie was also very curious, who was so courageous to enter Shaolin alone, so they went Said: "Abbot, please go ahead, in fact, I also want to go with you to see, who is so courageous and dares to come to Shaolin Temple to be presumptuous!"

After thinking about it, Keats had no reason to reject the other party, and Weng Honglie and others were not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also officials, so it was easy to control the situation with them. Thinking of this, Keats nodded in agreement, so the two sides rushed to the accident site together , As a result, everyone met someone as soon as they arrived at the Daxiong Palace.

Lin Hu took a closer look and saw that the troublemaker was young, he looked no more than [-] at the most, he was not ugly, but he was a little rough, and his clothes were too weird. He was wearing the fur of an unknown animal. , wearing a pair of extremely primitive straw sandals, at first glance he looked like a savage in a primitive society, this Lin Hu was so familiar, he couldn't help exclaiming: "So it's him!"

Nangong Shaoqing was standing beside Lin Hu at that time, upon hearing this, he couldn't help asking: "Do you know him?"

Lin Hu couldn't help scratching the back of his head: "He is the Zhang Wan'an who made a big fuss in Wudang last time."

Nangong Shaoqing and others did not participate in the last trip to Wudang, so they did not know Zhang Wanan, but Lin Hu and others told about his deeds when they came back. They were surprised for a while, and did not expect that this was the rumored figure.

"It's better to be famous than to meet, isn't this a savage?" Long Yonggui said from the side at this time.

"Then why don't you go down and send him away?" Lin Huwen couldn't help sneering.

"This..." Long Yonggui looked at Zhang Wan'an, who was fighting fiercely with the monks at this time, he was as brave as a god, and he didn't dare to answer for a moment.

At this moment, Abbot Keats said loudly, "Stop it all!"

Abbot Keats had profound internal skills. His voice was not loud, but it was heard clearly in the ears of everyone present. The Shaolin monks immediately stopped when they heard the abbot's words. stopped.

At that time, Keats stepped forward to salute Zhang Wan'an: "Amitabha, the old monk Keats has seen the benefactor, but he doesn't know the name of the benefactor, why did he trespass on this temple?"

Zhang Wan'an hurriedly cupped his hands when he heard this: "So it's the abbot Keats, he's rude and rude, the junior Zhang Wan'an, the bow leader Zhang, Wan'an from Wan'an Temple, I've heard about Shaolin martial arts for a long time, so I'm here today to ask for advice."

The story of Zhang Wanan making a big fuss in Wudang has been spread in Jianghu, Henan and Hubei are not too far away, so the Shaolin monks have heard about it for a long time, and at this moment they were surprised to hear that the person was actually Zhang Wanan. .

(End of this chapter)