Shaoshi mountain in the morning, the top of the mountain is full of clouds, and a girl in white with a delicate face like a heavenly girl.

    She took her lovely, lively and smart pet ferret up the mountain.

    This little ferret is called Xiaojiu. It''s a little thing who loves wine.

    It is also a consumption.

    When he didn''t drink, he would chatter constantly. If he drank wine, he would spend three days and three nights without stopping.

    Fortunately, it is its master, always a relaxed attitude with a leisurely look.

    Always maintain a spirit of lightness.

    There was no impatience at all because of ferret consumption.

    "Master, you can see that Shaolin is still a serious temple in the barren mountains and wild forests?"

    "Xiao Jiu has seen it. The Shaolin Temple must be a wild fox Zen."

    Along the way, there were thorns in the mountains and forests, and the mountain road was very steep and difficult. After going up the mountain, the little ferret''s spiritual expression was full of contempt.

    "If it is the Buddhist power of the upper world, even if it is hidden in the barren mountain, the barren mountain will become a spirit mountain."

    "Will also leave Buddhist rhymes..."

    "But what the spirit pupil of Xiaojiu sees is a plain barren mountain and wild forest."

    "The mountain doesn''t work, there''s no rhyme, and there''s not even a monster. Master, you must have found the wrong person..."

    "Master, listen to the wine. Let''s find a place to go. When you recover your strength and I unseal my blood, we can kill it again in a few decades."

    "All the nine guys who betrayed you have to die. Then we''ll fight the devil again..."

    The little ferret standing on the girl''s shoulder danced for a while, and the spiritual expression was even more murderous.

    His eyes glittered with ferocity, and his little claws pointed.

    It seems that it is commanding thousands of troops at the moment.

    Shaoshi mountain, with four or five dilapidated houses and an old and dilapidated yard, is what the girl in white and her little ferret saw when they went up the mountain.

    "Bah, poor."

    "Xiaojiu has never seen such a shabby temple."

    "Master, you must be mistaken. Which of the temples we have seen before is not a temple with magnificent scenery?"

    "The magic power that can repair your demon root will never live in such a poor little broken temple."

    The little ferret standing on the girl''s shoulder looked at the four or five small broken temples not far away, and two small claws spit on its short waist.

    A look of disdain.

    "Ha ha..."

    The girl seemed to think of something interesting. She smiled and walked towards the temple.

    In the yard, Xuanxin combined his hands with those of the Trinity School. He was unfathomable and watched the eldest disciple Wuzhen practice the second-class martial arts Shaolin arhat boxing.

    The smoke rose and Xuanyuan was making a fire in the kitchen for breakfast.

    Xuangang, a martial arts maniac, is closed in the meditation room, while the girl in white and her pet ferret are watching quietly in a hidden corner.

    "Shifu, the disciple is old and dull..."

    "Feel guilty..."

    After a set of arhat boxing, Wu Zhen, the first disciple of Shaolin, was panting.

    The whole man was sweating and looked ashamed and anxious.

    "Amitabha."

    "There is no need to stick to that fist and foot."

    "When you know your insight, you should know that martial arts has three boundaries. In one boundary, you see that mountains are mountains and water is water. In the second boundary, you see that mountains are not mountains and water is not water. In the third boundary, you see mountains or mountains and water or water."

    "Wuzhen, you are too photogenic!"

    For the martial arts, Xuanxin feels that he has no good guidance for Wuzhen. The key is that Xuanxin doesn''t expect Wuzhen to achieve anything in the martial arts.

    You don''t have to force it. It''s good that Wudao can make Wuzhen strong and healthy.

    What Xuan wanted to say.

    Use a popular word to describe it, that is, if you realize the truth, you can just practice blindly and finish it.

    Shaolin doesn''t expect you to achieve anything in martial arts in the future.

    I don''t expect you to achieve anything in Buddhism.

    Martial arts can make you strong and healthy, and let you live a few more years. Being a mascot is enough!

    "Yes, I have been taught."

    Wuzhen, who was sweating like rain, savored the three realms of martial arts. He immediately trembled all over and flashed a touch of enlightenment in his eyes.

    He is over sixty, both bone and talent.

    All show that he has no chance with martial arts.

    It''s a set of Shaolin arhat boxing. He is always tangled when practicing. Whether this boxing is standard or not, whether he has practiced it correctly or not.

    Is that how you punch.

    I always feel sorry for master and Shaolin!

    Now he has realized that the real practice does not have to be persistent in that fist and leg.

    "Hiss, master, did you hear that?"

    "The old monk, just that set of third rate broken boxing, fought as hard as the old lady playing cotton."

    "But he''s talking about the three martial arts realms. He hasn''t even heard of the little wine of the three martial arts realms."

    "This good-looking monk is definitely not the magical power to repair your demon root. You see, the apprentice he accepted is old bones. He was almost exhausted after practicing a set of third rate boxing."

    "I''m dying of laughter!"

    The little ferret on the girl''s shoulder jumped up and down, pointing to the Xuanxin and Wuzhen in the yard.

    The little expression of spirituality is full of disdain and ridicule.

    "Master, let''s go. This beautiful monk is not a serious monk at first sight."

    "It''s definitely not a magical power."

    "Your demon spirit root has been repaired, and it has nothing to do with him. You know, little wine is a hindland Saint ferret with ancient blood."

    "My spirit pupil can see through the illusions and illusions in the world. The eyes of small wine for thousands of years are so poisonous."

    "I haven''t seen anyone wrong. This monk is an ordinary guy with strength only nine times the day after tomorrow."

    The ferret held a pair of claws on his chest and looked at the mysterious heart in the yard with a mocking attitude.

    It directly criticizes the attributive.

    It''s a small wine, and its eyes are poisonous. There has been no one who can''t see through it for thousands of years.

    This monk, he is ordinary and has nine levels of martial arts strength the day after tomorrow. In addition to being good-looking, he is an ordinary man.

    Ordinary people, ordinary mountains and ordinary water, there is no strange place here.

    "Take an old apprentice who is so old that he can''t even practice a set of broken boxing."

    "Is this still a serious monk?"

    "If he is a supernatural power, and he repaired your master''s demon root, he must laugh the people of the world to death."

    "Master, who are we? I''m a postearth Saint ferret with ancient blood. Are you the demon sect..."

    I saw the little ferret chattering endlessly. The girl in white stared at Xuanxin for a long time. There was a flash of doubt in her eyes and whispered, "am I really looking for the wrong person?"

    "That night clearly..."

    Although she didn''t see through all the illusory and psychedelic pupils in the world like a little ferret.

    But from her experience, we can also see that the Shaolin Temple is an ordinary small mountain temple.

    This mysterious heart is an ordinary, nine heavy young monk the day after tomorrow.

    Ordinary, ordinary, there is no place to be surprised.

    There is nothing to look forward to!

    "Let''s go. I found the wrong person."

    "It has nothing to do with him."

    In the eyes of the girl in white, there was a flash of confusion and disappointment. After looking at it for a long time, she found that Xuanxin was not the person she was looking for.

    "Master, you should know that the spirit pupil of small wine can''t read it wrong."

    "Small wine''s eyes are so poisonous."

    "Just this monk, you can see him through at a glance..."

    The girl in white turned and left, and the ferret on her shoulder was vivid, with a small expression full of complacent chattering.

    Benedictine

    Just then, the sound of wooden fish sounded in the dilapidated temple!