The first chapter is delivered! Chapter 2 -

Early the next morning, Wei Xiaobei got up early and came to Damotang's martial arts training ground.

At this time, there was already a burst of fists on the martial arts field.

More than 30 warrior monks of different ages are forming a phalanx on the martial arts training field, practicing Luohan boxing under the order of a middle-aged warrior monk.

This Shaolin Luohan boxing is one of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, and it is also the introductory boxing method of Shaolin.

To be honest, although the strength levels of these warrior monks are different, at least a few of them are already at the level of Huajin, but they are still practicing Luohan Quan with a look of concentration.

If you want to say that this Luohan boxing, since it is an introductory boxing method, then these warrior monks are probably too familiar to be familiar, but they can still insist on practicing, just this insistence makes Wei Xiaobei sigh in his heart, the world's martial arts learn Shaolin This sentence is really true.

Well, speaking of these warrior monks, there are a few children under the age of ten inside.

In Wei Xiaobei's eyes, the foundation of these children is also extremely strong.

In other words, if Wei Xiaobei didn't have an attribute panel, I'm afraid he wouldn't be as good as these young warrior monks.

Wei Xiaobei pondered for a while, his face couldn't help but heat slightly, and then he stopped watching, found a vacant place by himself, and began to practice boxing.

I have to say that there is competition only when there is contrast, and there is competition, and talents will seek progress.

After watching those warrior monks practice boxing, Wei Xiaobei also seemed extremely focused at this time, and even entered the realm of no one.

It wasn't until Wei Xiaobei finished fighting a set of eight-pole boxing fights that he noticed that the young warrior monks were curiously squatting not far away. Looking at himself with big sparkling eyes, he looks extremely cute.

I saw Wei Xiaobei collect his merits. One of them, a round-faced, slightly chubby little warrior monk, couldn't wait to rush over. He bowed to Wei Xiaobei: "Amitabha, this benefactor, the little monk is polite." ”

At a young age, pretending to be a Buddhist monk makes people feel extraordinarily happy.

Seeing this scene, Wei Xiaobei almost laughed out loud, but when he thought that this would inevitably hurt the young hearts of others, Wei Xiaobei had to forcibly hold back, but he almost held back his internal injuries.

"The little mage is polite. Don't know what's going on? ”

After Wei Xiaobei stopped laughing, he also replied and asked.

"I heard Senior Brother Yanzhen say, you are very powerful, I don't know if it's true?"

The little guy looked at Wei Xiaobei very seriously and said.

"Yanmi! Don't disturb Master Wei Shi's boxing. ”

At this time, a young warrior monk walked over and said a little sternly.

Hearing what the senior brother said, this little monk named Shi Yanmi suddenly showed a look of frustration, but he still politely said goodbye to Wei Xiaobei, ready to turn around.

Wei Xiaobei was a little unbearable, and hurriedly stopped him: "It's okay." This little master is also firm in his martial heart, little master Yanmi, can you see me make a trick? ”

The young warrior monk saw that Wei Xiaobei didn't care about it, so he didn't say anything, just stood aside. looked at Wei Xiaobei with some curiosity, ready to see what tricks he conjured.

After last night's discussion, the warrior monks of Shaolin all knew that Wei Xiaobei's strength was unfathomable. It is even rumored that after the head of the temple of Pranya Hall saw it. all admitted that they were not as good as Wei Xiaobei.

Although there is no so-called strength ranking among the Shaolin warrior monks, everyone knows it. In addition to the head of the Dharma Hall, the highest martial arts in this Shaolin Temple is the head of the temple.

In this way, while these young warrior monks were slightly envious and jealous of Wei Xiaobei, they also had to admit that the other party's martial arts attainments had far surpassed their peers.

Therefore, the curiosity about Wei Xiaobei is not only those little warrior monks, but also these young warrior monks.

After all, there are only eight warrior monks who can compete with Wei Xiaobei to feel the strength of the other party, and more young warrior monks standing outside the arena don't see much at all, and the competition is over.

Hearing Wei Xiaobei's words, the little warrior monk of Yanmi couldn't help but turn around happily, and called his little friends, well, the junior brothers.

With a bang, Wei Xiaobei suddenly surrounded a circle of small radish heads.

For these young monks under the age of ten or even five or six, the life of the monastery is too boring.

Therefore, the slightest thing can arouse their great interest.

Looking at the curiosity in the eyes of this circle of little radish heads, Wei Xiaobei scratched his head a little, what is the best performance?

It's definitely not okay to be too out of line, such as releasing electricity or something.

You still have to start with martial arts.

Wei Xiaobei thought about it, made up his mind, stretched out his left hand and pressed it on the bluestone slab, then pressed it down slightly, and then took his hand back.

Seeing Wei Xiaobei's movements, the young warrior monk thought that Wei Xiaobei was preparing to shatter the bluestone slab.

Although it is not surprising to shatter the bluestone slab, it is a little scary to see the slight movement of the bluestone slab.

"Wow! Lord Wei Shi is so powerful! A palm print came out when I pressed it, I don't know if Master can do it? ”

Those little monks moved quickly, and when they saw Wei Xiaobei withdrawing his hand, they looked over, and then there was a burst of gossip and excitement.

When I took a look, when the young warrior monk looked at it, I couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.

There is indeed a palm print on the bluestone slab, on which the five fingers and the palm are located.

But the problem is that this palm print is not the palm print left after shattering part of the bluestone slab as the young warrior monk's mind imagined.

The bluestone slab is not damaged at all, the palm print is printed like this, a finger deep, the bluestone slab is soft like a piece of plasticine under the palm, and the palm print is naturally printed, and the fingerprints on it are clearly visible!

This young warrior monk doesn't have much martial arts knowledge like those little junior disciples next to him, although he is not top-notch in Shaolin Temple, but at least he is also in the middle level of martial arts.

In time, it can be expected.

In addition, due to their profound heritage, the Shaolin warrior monks have fought extremely firmly on the basis of martial arts.

He clearly knows the hardness of this bluestone slab!

You must know that this martial arts training field is not only used by the Dharma Hall, but also by everyone when the other halls are not enough.

When the warrior monks practiced boxing, the strength of the damage to the ground can be imagined.

Stone slabs made of ordinary stone are not likely to last long at all, and they will be broken by stepping on, but this bluestone slab made of granite can only be used for more than ten years.

The hardness of this granite slab is not inferior to that of cement, and the stone also has a property, although the hardness is very high, but its toughness is relatively low, as long as the force exceeds the hardness and causes damage to the stone, then the stone is extremely easy to crumble.

To put it simply, a master of national arts can leave a handprint on a piece of wood without destroying it, but not on this granite slab, as long as you use too much force, the slab will break.

Of course, if you trample on it for many years, you can also leave a mark on the slate, but that is calculated on a ten-year basis.

In short, this young warrior monk was frightened when he saw the handprints left by Wei Xiaobei, even the Shaolin Mianzhang that Hanruotang specialized in could not do it to this extent.

Soon, Wei Xiaobei was called away by the warrior monk sent by Shi Yongping.

Today is the day when Wei Xiaobei enters the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and Wei Xiaobei will naturally not delay, and he will leave after saying goodbye to the monks.

As Wei Xiaobei left, the young warrior monk seemed to be crazy, turned around and rushed towards a middle-aged warrior monk who was about forty years old, grabbed the other party's sleeve and dragged it desperately.

Although the middle-aged warrior monk was caught off guard and almost staggered, after all, he was a master of transforming strength, and with a slight shake of his left hand, he bounced the young warrior monk away, and then his face turned grim: "Senior Brother Yanlin, in the quiet place of Buddhism, his expression is crazy, what kind of pulling and pulling looks like, have you forgotten what happened last time?" ”

Hearing what the middle-aged warrior monk said, this Shi Yanlin was a little clearer, hurriedly tidied up the monk's clothes, and bowed to the middle-aged warrior monk: "Amitabha, senior brother, just now Master Wei Shi performed a trick for Senior Brother Yanmi, and the senior brother was a little confused, so please ask Senior Brother to solve his doubts." ”

"Oh? Then go check it out. ”

When Shi Yanlin said this, it aroused the interest of this senior brother, after all, there was this senior brother among the warrior monks with whom Wei Xiaobei had studied before.

For Wei Xiaobei's kung fu, this senior brother has a little admiration.

When the senior brother came to the mudra, he saw that several little monks were curiously picking the handprint with their fingers, but this handprint was natural on the stone slab, let alone picking it with his hands, I am afraid that even if he cut it with a knife, it would be useless.

After seeing this handprint, the senior brother couldn't help but be shocked, and then slowly squatted down, couldn't help touching it with his hand, and then became demented.

Seeing the appearance of the senior brother, Shi Yanlin couldn't help but laugh in his heart, the senior brother had scolded himself for being crazy before, but now it was his turn to be demented.

Not to mention that Wei Xiaobei left a handprint, which attracted many warrior monks to look at each other.

At this time, Wei Xiaobei had already entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Well, to be precise, it's not the Scripture Pavilion that visitors can see, but a newly renovated Scripture Pavilion, which looks like a wooden structure from the outside, but when you step into the ground with your legs on the ground, you can feel the hardness of the cement through the simple mulch on the ground.

Seeing Wei Xiaobei's different face, the warrior monk who led the way asked a question, and then explained with a smile: "The original Tibetan Scripture Pavilion has been destroyed several times because of the water, and it is open to tourists, so now the newly repaired Tibetan Scripture Pavilion has been changed to a cement structure. ”

Wei Xiaobei nodded, it is true, although the wooden Scripture Pavilion looks antique, but in terms of fire prevention, no amount of fire extinguishers can stop the fire.

I'm afraid that after a fire, I don't know how much the cheats in this scripture pavilion will disappear.

There was a desk behind the door, a computer on it, and a young monk sat behind the computer, and when he saw the warrior monk coming in with Wei Xiaobei, he hurriedly got up and saluted each other.

After that, the warrior monk showed the certificate and introduced Wei Xiaobei to the other party. (To be continued.) )