Chapter 530

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The next morning, Wei Xiaobei got up early and came to the martial arts field of Dharma hall.

At this time, the martial arts field was full of boxing.

More than 30 monks of different ages are forming a square array on the martial arts field and practicing arhat boxing under the command of a middle-aged monk.

This Shaolin arhat fist is one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. It is also an entry-level fist technique of Shaolin.

To tell the truth, although these monks have different levels of strength, at least some of them are at the level of strength, but they still practice Luohan boxing with a dedicated look.

As for Luohan boxing, since it is an entry-level boxing technique, I'm afraid these monks are too familiar to be familiar, but they can still practice. Wei Xiaobei can't help but sigh that Shaolin is the best martial arts in the world.

Well, speaking of these monks, there are several children under the age of ten.

In Wei Xiaobei's eyes, the children's skills are also very solid.

In other words, if Wei Xiaobei doesn't have an attribute panel, he may not be as good as these young martial monks.

Wei Xiaobei thought for a while. His face couldn't help getting a little hot. Then he stopped watching. He found an open space and began to practice boxing.

It has to be said that only when there is comparison can there be competition, and when there is competition, talents will strive for progress.

After watching the martial monks practicing boxing, Wei Xiaobei also seemed very focused at this time, and even entered the uninhabited land.

After Wei Xiaobei finished fighting a set of eight pole boxing, he noticed that the young martial monks were squatting curiously not far away, looking at themselves with bright big eyes.

When he saw Wei Xiaobei's success, one of the round faced and slightly fat little martial monks rushed over and saluted Wei Xiaobei: "Amitabha, benefactor, I'm polite."

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

Seeing this scene, Wei Xiaobei almost laughed. However, at the thought that it would hurt someone's young heart, Wei Xiaobei had to hold back and almost suffocated his internal injury.

"The little mage is polite. I don't know what's the matter?"

After Wei Xiaobei stopped laughing, he also returned a salute and asked.

"Listen to elder martial brother Yanzhen, 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 benefactor Wei's boxing practice."

At this time, a young monk came over and said slightly sternly.

Hearing what elder martial brother said, the little monk named Shi Yanmi suddenly showed a look of depression, but he still politely said goodbye to Wei Xiaobei and was ready to turn around.

Wei Xiaobei couldn't bear it, so he hurried out a voice to stop: "it's all right. This little master is also determined to the heart of martial arts. Little master Yanmi, will you see me do a trick?"

Seeing that Wei Xiaobei didn't care, the young monk didn't say much. He just stood aside and looked at Wei Xiaobei curiously, ready to see what tricks he had conjured.

After last night's duel, all Shaolin monks knew that Wei Xiaobei's strength was unfathomable. It was even rumored that after seeing it, the head of Prajna hall admitted that he was inferior to Wei Xiaobei.

Although there is no so-called strength ranking list among Shaolin monks, we all know that the highest martial arts in Shaolin Temple is like the head of Dharma hall except the head of Dharma hall.

As a result, these young monks are slightly envious and jealous of Wei Xiaobei. At the same time, they have to admit that each other's martial arts attainments have far exceeded their peers.

Therefore, the curiosity about Wei Xiaobei is not only about the small martial monks, but also these young martial monks.

After all, there are only eight monks who can compete with Wei Xiaobei and feel each other's strength. More young monks don't see much outside the field, and the competition is over.

Hearing Wei Xiaobei's words, the Yanmi little monk turned back happily and called his little friends, um, little martial brothers.

Wow, Wei Xiaobei immediately surrounded a circle of little carrot heads.

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

So a little thing can arouse their great interest.

Looking at the curiosity in the eyes of little Rob's head, Wei Xiaobei scratched his head. What's good to perform?

It must not be too special, such as releasing electric current.

Still have to come up from martial arts.

Wei Xiaobei thought about it and made up his mind. He stretched out his left hand and pressed it on the bluestone slab. Then he gently pressed it down and took his hand back.

Seeing Wei Xiaobei's action, the young monk thought that Wei Xiaobei was ready to shatter the bluestone slab.

Although it's not surprising to break the bluestone slab, it's a little scary to see its slight action.

"Wow! Benefactor Wei is so powerful! A palm print comes out when you press it. I wonder if Shifu can do it?"

Those little monks acted quickly. When they saw Wei Xiaobei stop, they looked at it. Then there was a burst of gossip and excitement.

Let me see. When the young monk looked up, he couldn't help being stunned.

There is indeed a palm print on the bluestone slab, with five fingers and the palm on it.

But the problem is that the palm print is not the palm print left after shaking part of the green stone slab as the young monk imagined.

The bluestone plate is not damaged at all. The palm print is printed on it. One finger is deep. The bluestone plate is as soft as a piece of plasticine under the palm. Naturally, the palm print is printed, and the fingerprints on it are clearly visible!

The young monk doesn't have much martial arts knowledge like those younger martial brothers next to him. Although he is not top-notch in Shaolin Temple, he is at least a martial arts realm in the middle of dark strength.

Over time, the strength can be expected.

In addition, Shaolin monks are very solid on the basis of martial arts because of their profound background.

He clearly knows that the bluestone is hard!

You should know that this martial arts training ground is not only used by Dharma hall, but can be used when several other halls and courtyards are not enough.

When monks practice boxing, the damage to the ground can be imagined.

The stone slab made of ordinary stones can't be used for long and will be trampled. Only the bluestone slab made of granite can be used for more than ten years.

The hardness of this granite slab is no less than that of cement, and the stone also has a characteristic. Although the hardness is very high, its toughness is relatively low. As long as the strength exceeds the hardness and causes damage to the stone, the stone is very easy to collapse.

In short, a master of Chinese martial arts can leave a handprint on a piece of wood without destroying the wood, but not on this kind of granite slab. As long as you exert too much force, the slab will break.

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

In short, the young monk was frightened when he saw the fingerprints left by Wei Xiaobei. Even the Shaolin cotton palm specially studied by Prajna hall could not do this.

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

Today is the day when Wei Xiaobei enters the Sutra Pavilion. Naturally, Wei Xiaobei won't delay. After saying goodbye to the monks, he left.

With Wei Xiaobei's departure, the young monk seemed crazy, turned and rushed to a middle-aged monk in his forties, grabbed each other's sleeves and dragged them desperately.

Although the middle-aged monk was caught off guard and almost stumbled, he was a master of energy transformation after all. With a slight shake of his left hand, he bounced the young monk away, and then his face was solemn: "younger martial brother Yanlin, the quiet place of Buddhism, he looked crazy. What did he look like? Did you forget the last time?"

After hearing the middle-aged monk's words, Shi Yanlin was sober. He hurried to tidy up his monk's clothes and saluted the middle-aged monk: "Amitabha, elder martial brother, just now benefactor Wei performed a trick for younger martial brother Yanmi. Younger martial brother can't understand it. Please ask the elder martial brother to solve his doubts."

"Oh? Then go and have a look."

Shi Yanlin's remark aroused the interest of the eldest martial brother. After all, the eldest martial brother was among the monks with whom Wei Xiaobei competed before.

I admire Wei Xiaobei's Kung Fu.

When the elder martial brother came to the handprint, he saw several young monks curiously picking the handprint with their fingers, but the handprint was natural on the slate. Let alone picking it with their hands. I'm afraid it's useless even to cut it with a knife.

After seeing the handprint, the master brother was surprised. Then he squatted down slowly and couldn't help touching it with his hand. Then he became dementia.

Seeing the elder martial brother's appearance, Shi Yanlin couldn't help laughing. Before, the elder martial brother scolded himself for being crazy, but now it's his turn to be dementia.

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

At this time, Wei Xiaobei had entered the Sutra Pavilion.

Well, to be exact, it's not the Sutra pavilion that tourists can see, but a newly built Sutra Pavilion. Although it looks like a wooden structure outside, when you go in and step on the ground with your legs, you can feel the hardness of the cement through the simple film on the ground.

Seeing that Wei Xiaobei's face was different, the monk who led the way asked and explained with a smile: "the original Sutra pavilion was destroyed several times because of the water. In addition, it was opened to tourists, so now the newly built Sutra pavilion has been changed into a cement structure."

Wei Xiaobei nodded. Indeed, the wooden Sutra pavilion looks antique, but in terms of fire prevention, no amount of fire extinguishers can stop the fire.

I'm afraid the secret script in the Sutra Pavilion will disappear after a fire.

Behind the gate stood a desk with a computer. Behind the computer sat a young monk. When he saw the monk coming in with Wei Xiaobei, he quickly got up and saluted each other.

After that, the monk showed his proof and introduced Wei Xiaobei to the other party. (to be continued.)