Vol V Chapter 45
Kind Boathouse! Shi Feixuan! The Demonic Emperor Relic had appeared!
The next day.
Shaolin, Arhat Hall.
Hundreds of Shaolin disciples were gathered here, practicing the Arhat Fist.
Although Arhat Fist was just an ordinary fist technique, it was not Shaolin's seventy-two ultimate techniques.
However, the fist technique was simple and unadorned. It could lay a foundation and build up one's strength!
It was a fist technique that every Shaolin disciple had to cultivate.
Every morning, he had to cultivate more than ten times in the Arhat Hall.
This rule had been in place for thousands of years.
The floor tiles in the Arhat Hall had collapsed under the footsteps of the Shaolin disciples.
Usually, when they practiced Arhat Fist, these Shaolin disciples were like tigers and tigers. Their fists shook and were quite powerful.
After the fight, his entire body was filled with blood and energy!
It was as if he could even kill a tiger with one punch.
However, many Shaolin disciples yawned non-stop today, as if they had not slept well.
Even his punches were soft, let alone vigorous.
After fighting a few times, he was already tired and began to be careless.
" What happened?!"
The Arhat Hall Chief paced back and forth. Seeing this, he immediately frowned and shouted angrily.
He was full of energy and his True Qi was thick.
This furious roar was like a clap of thunder.
The Shaolin disciples were shocked.
"Head Monk Huishou, the weather has been too hot recently, and there are mosquitoes in the temple.”
A few Shaolin disciples found an excuse to dodge.
The other disciples also echoed.
The real reason was unspoken, so he naturally couldn't say it.
"Hmph, back then, the Buddha sat under the Bodhi tree for decades, enduring the wind and rain, the sun and the rain.
He endured hunger and pain, but he did not change his mind. He finally attained the status of Buddha!
If you can't handle such a small difficulty, how are you going to cultivate high-tier martial arts in the future?!”
"Give me another twenty Arhat Fists. If you're careless again, don't blame me for punishing you!”
Arhat Hall's Chief said sternly.
Immediately, a series of groans sounded.
He was listless when he practiced.
At night, these Shaolin disciples immediately recovered their spirits.
All of them gathered together to study hard and rub their fists!
A few days later, all the Shaolin disciples knew about this and took turns to read it.
However, how could a Gold Quality Plum be enough to satisfy hundreds of Shaolin disciples?
Just as the Shaolin disciples were feeling depressed.
At night.
The moon was dark and the wind was strong.
Three figures appeared in the Shaolin Temple silently like ghosts.
They were all wearing night clothes, moving quickly and nimbly like civet cats, carrying large bags on their backs.
The bag was bulging, and he didn't know what was inside.
However, it did not affect the speed of the three figures at all. They went to the residences of different Shaolin disciples.
After arriving.
He casually threw the bag on his back into the bag.
"Who is it?"
The Shaolin disciples were shocked and quickly went to check.
However, the three figures laughed to themselves and quickly disappeared.
The Shaolin disciples could only focus on the bag.
He opened it.
It was filled with books.
"Futon in the Building","Monk with Lights","Spring in the Red Chamber","Aunt Bai","Middle-aged Ah Bing","When the Peaches Are Ripened"
The Shaolin disciples instantly sucked in a breath of cold air.
He was so excited that his entire body was trembling. His eyes were like a hungry wolf under the night sky, glowing with a hungry green light!
The group of Shaolin disciples felt as if they had obtained a precious treasure and fought to snatch it like crazy.
So it was.
Reading books under the light and sharpening spears at night had become a must-do for Shaolin disciples.
Originally, many of the descendants of the Yuan Dynasty nobles had joined Shaolin.
Shaolin Temple was already in a foul atmosphere. They usually drank wine and ate meat, making a lot of noise.
Now, they had completely forgotten about Buddhism and Zen.
A month later.
On this day, the Shaolin disciples practiced boxing in the Arhat Hall again.
Coincidentally, the head of the Arhat Hall came to patrol.
The Arhat Hall's chief was so angry that he almost fumed.
These Shaolin disciples had no strength in their fists and feet, and their footsteps were unsteady. They were listless, dispirited, and their cheeks were sunken.
Arhat Fist was beaten to such a state by them!
How could the head of Arhat Hall not be angry?
" What's going on?!"
The Arhat Hall's Chief circulated his Genuine Qi and roared like a lion. It was deafening.
It was also like an Arhat was angry and gave a stern warning, causing these Shaolin disciples to tremble and wake up a lot.
However, it also gave them a fright!
Then, there was a rustling sound.
A book version dropped from the Shaolin disciples.
Everyone, including the Arhat Hall Chief, looked over.
The entire Arhat Hall fell silent, as if time had stopped.
" What's this?!"
The Arhat Hall Chief's voice was so loud that it hurt people's eardrums.
No one dared to answer.
He could only walk up and take a look. He picked up a book casually, and the expression on his face instantly became extremely interesting.
The Shaolin disciples 'faces were pale and they were extremely terrified.
"Good, good!"
"I was wondering why your martial arts had regressed, becoming more and more useless the more you practice.”
The Arhat Hall's chief was so angry that his voice was trembling, and his eyes were about to spit fire.
His chest heaved up and down several times as he shouted again,"
"I will report this matter to the abbot and let the abbot decide how to punish you!”
As soon as he finished speaking.
Arhat Hall's Chief Monk grabbed his Imperial Uncle and rushed to the Great Buddha Hall.
"It's over, it's over!"
The Shaolin disciples were terrified.
"This time, he will definitely be severely punished. I'm afraid even his martial arts will be crippled and his limbs broken.”
"Motherf * cker, what are you afraid of?”
"A dead man will rise to the sky, and after eighteen years, he will be a good man again!”
"I've never experienced the world of women and wine at the foot of the mountain.”
"It's fine if you don't stay at Shaolin Temple. I'm going down the mountain now!”
"That's right, I'll go down the mountain too. I won't stay any longer!”
"Whoever dares to stop me, I'll chop him with my saber!”
Many Shaolin disciples made up their minds.
Taking advantage of the opportunity when all the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple were gathered in the Great Buddha Hall, they fled down the mountain!
Shaolin was in chaos!
....
At the same time.
Inside the Great Buddha Hall.
The abbot of Shaolin Temple was receiving a distinguished guest.
It was a woman. Her white clothes fluttered in the wind, outlining her exquisite waist and beautiful curves.
There were no extra accessories on her dress, only an elegant ancient sword on her back.
Her long black hair draped over her waist.
His facial features were extremely spiritual, his eyebrows were like distant mountains, and his eyes were like autumn waters!
" Feixuan, greetings, Master Fang Zheng."
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