Chapter 717

"The double fifth meeting is scheduled for the Dragon Boat Festival every year. This event should start after Shaolin was burned." Three Chi just said a word, then stopped, with the canthus of his eyes swept the next Cao Dongliu, deliberately bought a pass.

Cao Dongliu asked humbly, "please show me that Dongliu is also curious about folk anecdotes."

Sanchi nodded and said with admiration: "during the period of the Republic of China, Shaolin, as the leader of Wulin, had been in the leading position for more than a hundred years, so all the heroes of Wulin followed Shaolin's call. Alas, Shaolin also had a good intention. In order to end the war as soon as possible and make the people have a good life, they were ready to participate in the war."

Cao Dongliu frowned and said, "well, I've been to Shaolin Temple, but I can't see anything special. The monks there also eat meat and drink. They look like a tourist resort."

Three, the old man waved his hand and said, "wrong, the Shaolin and the Shaolin of the year have changed completely in nature. Shaolin is ready to fight for the people, but it has made the wrong choice to help Fan Zhongxiu block Shiyou, and his family efforts are good. It is also difficult to block the bullets. Finally, he is defeated and defeated. The essence of Shaolin Temple is known by fire dragon. Shaolin, as you can see, has been rebuilt. This is the cause of the Double Fifth Congress. "

When Jueming saw Sanchi's endless talk, he was not willing to be outdone and said, "yes, Shaolin was destroyed. Most of the monks were burned to death in a big fire, and some of them escaped, including a great monk."

Sanchi gave him a cold look and said, "Amitabha, I didn't expect the Taoist priest to know so much about my monk."

"Hum." Jueming said, "it's well known among the people. Monk, you're not from Shaolin. It's not about your family."

Sanchi countered: "the monk is the monk in the world. You are a Taoist, but you are lenient." As he spoke, his bottom sank, and with a click, the floor tiles were crushed four pieces by his seat.

"Well, bald ass! Don't show off. If you don't agree with me, you can go out to fight along with me! " Jueming's view of Sanchi is not pleasing to his eyes, and Sanchi can't get used to him. As the saying goes, one mountain can't tolerate two tigers. These two men are masters, and they have long had the heart to compete.

Cao Dongliu was very happy. He was not sure that he could master this kind of peerless master, but he saw that they were not monolithic. As the saying goes, snipe and clam fight each other for profits, so that they can fight. Only in this way can he have fun. He hurriedly said, "don't quarrel, master Sanchi, please talk about it."

Sanchi took a look at Jueming, sneered and said, "Lao Dao, today I'm looking at the face of benefactor Cao, and I don't care about you."

Jueming turned his face away.

Sanchi slowed down and said: "among the escaped monks, there is an admirable eminent monk, who is the nameless master of Luohan hall! He had a legal name, but after the destruction of Shaolin, he did not dare to disclose it. He was afraid of being wanted by warlords and gave himself the name of "nameless". He was dedicated to serving the people. After the destruction of Shaolin, he walked around the world looking for a way to rescue. He joined hands with people in the Wulin, held meetings secretly and assassinated some high-ranking warlords. The date of the meeting was really the Dragon Boat Festival, so he decided to hold a meeting every five years, and the time was the Dragon Boat Festival. This is the origin of the Double Fifth Congress. "

Cao Dongliu nodded slightly and said, "master, this meeting is to save the country and the country. It's a good thing."

Sanchi said: "yes, that was a good thing. When the Double Fifth Congress opened five years ago, we chose a sect leader to preside over the meeting and call on the heroes. But with the old age of the unknown Master, the nature gradually changed. After all, we could not escape a word of benefit."

"Interests?" Cao Dongliu thought for a moment and said, "yes, since there is a sect leader, naturally there is power, which must be benefit."

Sanchi said: "yes, with the passage of time, the disciples of all the major schools in the Wulin spread all over the country, including business, government and so on. However, in the era of peace, the Double Fifth Congress has become a business conference for power and profit. Those who can attend these conferences are powerful sects. These sects infiltrate commerce, gangsters and the government. They can't see anything on the surface. In fact, they are the Hegemonic Party. The purpose of holding meetings is to get more territory. It's almost the same as the underworld's struggle for power and profit. "

Cao Dongliu is very clever. He has understood why Sanchi said it since he started with Sanchi. Besides, he is ambitious enough.

"Master, how can I help you?" Cao Dongliu respectfully raised his glass of red wine and stood up to face Sanchi.

Sanchi chuckled: "a child can be taught. Today's Wulin is not the same as it used to be. It's all changed. Interest is supreme and righteousness is a fart! Poor monk confessed and concealed several door door relations, and it was a great force to join forces. Cao Shizhu, if you would like to come forward with a contrast, I will recommend you as the master of the house. Then the whole country has the final say after midnight.

Cao Dongliu's eyes were shining. Although he was not sure what Sanchi said was true or false, he was willing to give it a try.

Sanchi said: "when the time comes, Duan Hong and other people just need you to issue a command to kill him, and he can't live in China. The hidden masters and sects are not comparable in strength."

Interestingly, Duan Hong seemed to see Duan Hong running like a dog in his mind and said, "what should I do?"

Sanchi laughed and said, "benefactor Cao has power and financial resources. What he lacks is an opportunity. I'll contact my old friends and help him together during this period of time." Cao Dongliu felt that something was wrong. Why didn't Sanchi do it? Recommend yourself instead? He asked: "ha ha, master, you and I all understand people. It's better to be clear. Although Dongliu is young, he doesn't know nothing. If he makes a gun head for master, it's not what I want to see."“ Benefactor Cao, I'm a monk. I can be your right or left hand. If I do it, I'm afraid many people won't accept it. Benefactor, you will be different. You are an outsider, and you can absolutely play with those old things with power. "“ Ah? Ha ha ha Cao Dongliu understood that they did not have what he had, and said: "master, if one day, you and I will sit in the same position."—— On the first day of May. In the early morning, the sun was shining and the dew was crystal clear. On the stone path of kuchan temple, Duan Hong was naked, riding a pair of old monk shoes at his feet, and carrying two buckets on his shoulders, which were full of water and did not spill a drop. This barrel is different from a few years ago. It has a diameter of 80 cm and a height of one and a half meters. It is made of cast iron. Just a bucket weighs more than 300 Jin. The water in it reflects colorful light when it is illuminated by the sun. Two big barrels were passed through by a steel rod with the thickness of one arm and pressed on Duan Hong's solid shoulder. The two barrels, with water, were full of weight! Duan Hong, on the other hand, is still walking vigorously. His two arms with protruding blood vessels are holding the iron chain connecting the bucket. He can't see how heavy it is. It's unimaginable for ordinary people“ Huhu -- "Duan Hong adjusted his breathing. A layer of sweat overflowed from his bronze skin, crossed the threshold of kuchan temple, passed through the backyard, and poured the water into the water tank in the back“ Well, that's the end of today's water mission. " Duan Hong put the two buckets against the wall, took a basin and washed his face with water. The water was like a mirror. Looking at the wet face inside, Duan Hong had bright eyes. His eyes were more calm, and his mouth was full of vicissitudes. After a full month and a half, Duan Hong returned from the capital to kuchan temple. He put aside all the common things and devoted himself to practicing kung fu. In the morning, he filled eight jars of water, usually two jars of water, that is, eight trips back and forth. In the morning, I went to the hillside with the second master to practice neijiagong. In the afternoon, I played with the third master to practice waijiagong. In the evening, I had to watch out for Taoist juechen's sneak attack and practice Taiji Sutra to feel the laws of nature“ It's the first day of May. " Duan Hong wet the towel with water, wiped his body, came to the kitchen, picked up a pile of sesame oil cakes, sat down on the floor and began to eat. This sesame oil cake was baked by kugen master. One cake is more than half a kilo, and it tastes natural. Needless to say, Duan Hong ate six at a time. During this period of super intense training, he has a big appetite. He also knows that the supplement of energy is through food. Only by eating more, can his body be stronger. In fact, his sesame oil pancakes are slightly different from others. There are some pieces of beef and some appetizers in the pancakes. After eating the pancake, Duan hung stretched out, went back to master Kuki's Zen room, put on a clean monk's clothes, and was ready to call the second master up the mountain. There is a small hill not far from kuchan temple. There are not many people and there are many trees. There are some legends about these hill. Some say which emperor's mausoleum is there. Some archaeologists come back occasionally to have a look and explore with some instruments, but they usually come back in vain“ Martial uncle Wukong Duan Honggang had just stepped out of the meditation room when he heard someone shouting and turned to have a look. On the Creek Bridge, a 30-year-old monk came anxiously with a red letter in his hand“ Meditate. Is it choked by urine? " Duan Hong said with a smile that Jingsi was a monk of the Jingzi generation, one generation lower than Duan Hong. At the age of 3112, he got a common disease in men: prostatitis. Duan Hong often said that it was caused by Jingsi's flying. Apart from this, it is very rare for a monk to have this kind of disease. At first, I was still against it. Later, when I got used to it, it didn't matter“ Martial uncle, the invitation letter for the meeting has come. I'd like to invite several martial uncles to attend. This is the invitation card. " Jingsi hands the letter to Duan Hong. Duan Hong smiles: is it time to start? His mind immediately flashed Qinglong's invincible face. Are you ready to die, Qinglong“ Oh, I see. Go ahead -- "Duan Hong said and opened the letter. I think in silence, and I want to say nothing. Duan Hong said with a smile: "don't worry, I'll go back to the second master and give you a prescription to treat your urination."“ Thank you, martial uncle Jingsi immediately smiles and retreats. Duan Hong looked at the letter. It was an ordinary looking letter. The content of the letter said, "please come to Shanghai building to talk about the past on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival." The content is so many, very simple, but in the back of the title Duan Hong is not simple, because the name written above is Sudong river! This is Sue's name.