Chapter 702： Yi Jin Jing

"Yes, yes! Tianzun, you see, the Shaolin Temple was built during the Northern Wei Dynasty. It was built by the former Emperor Xiaowen Tuobahong in order to house the monk Batura from Tianzhu, but it seemed that there were only three or four at the time!"

Doron hurried over to explain.

Say that this kid does have a few brushes! No wonder it can be mixed.

Different from Wei Xiaobao's pure reliance on the protagonist's fate, after a few days of contact, someone has figured out that Duolong is actually an all-rounder in civil and martial arts. Although martial arts did not reach the level at that time, but even if the big and the small doubles work together, I am afraid they will all Not an opponent of the other side.

And in terms of literary talent?

A bachelor's degree is probably nothing to expect, but it is not a big problem if you want to get a scholar and a diploma.

It can be said that this guy is both capable and shameless, no matter where he is or what age he can definitely be a master.

"Master Batura's old site is in the temple. If Master Tianzun wants to pay his respects, Lao Na, as the landlord, should accompany him."

At this time, Abbot Hui Cong, who was standing next to him as the background board, also came over and said with a grin.

It is true that as a Bai Dao Wu Lin carrying a handle, he felt very angry when he was so ignored, but Abbot Hui Cong was proficient in Buddhism, and naturally it was impossible for him to get angry because of such a trivial matter. Instead, he walked forward and greeted him actively.

"No, I am not interested in visiting this thing at all!"

Li Qingyuan waved his hand, who has the leisure time to visit the temple?

"I heard that your Shaolin Temple has a Buddhist scripture pavilion, so just take me there!"

"This……"

Hearing this, a group of old monks were all taken aback.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the most fundamental core location of Shaolin. It stores the various experiences of Shaolin monks in the past. It is regarded as the most important place in Shaolin Temple.

Although it was said that when the nobles came to Shaolin to worship Buddha, they would go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to copy a few Buddhist scriptures, but it is clear that this Lord Tianzun is completely different from those people.

"What? Any comments?"

Li Qingyuan snapped the folding fan in his hand and asked with his face sideways.

"No problem, absolutely no problem, Master Tianzun, please come with Lao Na!"

Seeing that someone's face was calm, Abbot Hui Cong said quickly, and then directly began to lead the way.

About an hour later, a certain person walked out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion happily.

Following him are the abbot Hui Cong who is like a bereaved wife, and a group of monks who are like dead wives.

No, it seems that these monks should have no wives, right?

"Duolong, order to get up the sedan chair!"

didn't care about the expressions of these monks' dead mother, someone walked up directly and ordered.

"Get up!"

Hearing his order, Doron immediately began to yell sharply.

Seeing that all the soldiers and the soldiers went down the mountain one after another, a group of big monks surrounded Abbot Hui Cong.

"Abbot, how can you agree?"

"Abbot, the seventy-two stunts are fine, but that Sanskrit Yi Jin Jing was a handwritten script by the ancestor of Bodhidharma. How could you give it away?"

"Yes, there is also the Huayan Lengga Sutra, which is the only copy of Master Kumarajiva. It is rare in the world, so you are..."

A group of monks all showed expressions of mourning for their misfortune and anger. The abbot’s expression just now was too shameful!

The inheritance left over from the Shaolin Temple for thousands of years was all taken away by the abbot, making these old monks feel that Abbot Hui Cong was simply a prodigal.

"To shut up!"

Abbot Hicong saw that these guys actually started to push their noses on their faces, and a lion roar suddenly came out, and directly blackened the eyes of the two guys who pointed at his nose and cursed.

"a bunch of idiots!"

Abbot Hui Cong felt heartbroken when he looked at such a group of old monks. He had no eyesight at all, which made him feel that he had no successor!

"The Shaolin Temple can stand for a thousand years, is it possible that you really think that it is not possible to rely on the martial arts secrets of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?"

He pointed at these unconvincing apprentices angrily and shouted.

"Martial arts! What is martial arts? Not to mention that we all have copies of those martial arts secrets. Even if there are no copies, Shaolin Temple can't stand by martial arts!"

"The reason why our Shaolin Temple is able to hold the right way of martial arts is that it depends on the three thousand monks in the temple and the 800,000 mu of monk fields. Which school in the world has this qualification?"

Seeing a group of old monks still aggrieved, Abbot Hui Cong stood up and slapped their big bald heads!

"It's silly to recite Buddhism one by one. The guy just now is obviously ready to do it. Is it possible that you still want to do it with him?"

"In fact, with the strength of our monks in the temple, you don't necessarily have to be afraid of the so-called Eight Thousand Imperial Forest Army!" The first seat of the Dharma Academy retorted with a stiff neck.

The three thousand monk soldiers are certainly not the opponents of the eight thousand imperial forest troops, but their first group of soldiers are all masters.

"Confused!"

Abbot Huicong felt that he was about to commit a cerebral hemorrhage. These guys are all stupid in the mountains, and they don’t know what they can do or can’t do!

Shaolin Temple has been standing for a thousand years and inheriting more than a dozen dynasties. Doesn't it rely on the kung fu of welcoming each other?

It is outrageous that this group of **** can say rebellion!

For the time being, let's not talk about how Abbot Hui Cong wants to rectify the unhealthy wind in the temple, just talk about someone here.

"That old monk is still a bit smart!"

Someone threw all the hundreds of martial arts secrets that had just been packed from the portable space, and then smiled and said to the big and small pairs.

Just now, he thought that if the other party didn't know each other, he would be ready to do it directly, but he didn't expect the other party to be so happy that he would pay whatever he said people couldn't get angry even if they wanted to find fault.

As for whether the other party will deceive themselves with fake ones?

With Hui Cong’s IQ, he would never do such a stupid thing.

"This is the legendary martial arts treasure Yi Jin Jing?"

Aqi asked in a trembling voice while holding a torn yellow book.

As a self-proclaimed chivalrous girl, Aqi still knows the story of the various martial arts schools, and naturally knows what status this booklet holds in the martial arts.

In the legend, I don’t know how many heroes Jianghu Xiaoxiong fought for this Yi Jin Jing, and for such a thin booklet, I don’t know how much blood and blood has been set off.

Originally, Aqi learned that her new master was going to Shaolin Temple to **** Shaolin’s 72 stunts and Yi Jin Jing, and thought that it must be a fierce battle. But who would have thought that the other party would just go out for a tour, Shaolin Abbot Obediently handed over all the treasures of the town and temple.

What about the dignity of being the leader of the martial arts righteous way in the legend? What about the consciousness of resolutely not being a lackey in the court?

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Aqi suddenly fell into confusion, feeling that her three outlooks on life have been criticized?

As for Ake?

Sorry, she is still obsessed with card skills and hasn't recovered.

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