Leisurely tax collector

Chapter 276 Entering Shaolin

"It's not me! It was the one who went to the Tingshi Zoo last night and fought with a bear." Xu Guanlin quickly cleared things up and said vaguely: "I would like to have that ability, but unfortunately I can't."

Fan Yanqi was relieved, and looked at Wang Yi with more tenderness, but she just turned around: "Let's go, let's go eat."

As for healing... Anyway, it's not the first time she has experienced it.Since I have benefited, why bother to get to the bottom of it.

The three of them went downstairs together, enjoying the free rich breakfast provided by the hotel.

It is said to be rich, but in fact it means that there are quite a lot of varieties, but the taste is just so-so and can be eaten.

But enough is enough!
The three of them are all martial arts practitioners, and they have a lot of appetite. This time, they are really full. Well, 50 yuan is definitely worth it.

After they had filled their stomachs, it was already 07:30 in the morning and it was bright outside.

"Let's go!" Wang Yi was the last to put down the empty milk cup: "We have to face it."

Xu Guanlin and Fan Yanqi had no objection and got up at the same time.

Soon, the three of them met Xiao Yao who had been waiting here with a smile in the lobby of the hotel, and boarded the Buick car that specially took them to Shaolin Temple.

On the way, Fan Yanqi received a reply from the sisters.

Le Xiaolian exclaimed: "Wow, so miserable?"

He Tian: "Be merciful, he will go to Shaolin tomorrow!"

Tang Ran smiled: "Qingyin, your brother is too cruel."

Not long after, Qingyin replied with a photo of Wang Yi being beaten even worse, like a pig's head, and smiled: "This was taken by my brother. My brother said that Qiqi is deeply loved and responsible. But Wang Yi His skills are obviously much better now than before. I would rather he be beaten by Qiqi than by a Shaolin monk."

All the girls were suddenly speechless, and all gave a thumbs up.

Well, this is also a brother control?
……

An hour later, Xiao Yao deliberately moved Wang Yi and the others away from the tourists in Shaolin Temple, and then quickly came to a quiet meditation room outside the wall, and handed them over to the two young monks waiting outside the door.

At this point, Xiao Yao's task of leading the way was completed, and Wang Yi and the others followed the little novice into the Buddhist monastery that seemed to be far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

Slightly potholed but cleaned bluestone ground, dense green bamboo forest, and the intact blue brick and red tile meditation room...

Everywhere reveals the tranquility that should be in the pure land of Buddhism.

Master Xiong, who was dressed in a gray monk's robe, received Wang Yi and his party alone in the meditation room.

Wooden fish, scriptures, wooden tiles, and slightly old futons are everything in the meditation room.

Unpretentious.

However, there was a little nervousness in Master Xiong's eyes.

Wang Yi, Fan Yanqi, and Xu Guanlin stood together in front of Master Xiong's meditation hall, clasped their palms together, and said hello with a smile: "Master, don't come here without any harm!"

"Amitabha!" After a resounding and joyful chant, Master Xiong smiled and bowed with his palms together: "Unexpectedly, Master Xu also came together."

"The Vigorous Vajra Palm, which was famous in the Jianghu in the past, may fill in the gaps and return to your temple. How can I miss such a good thing, and I will come to witness it." Xu Guanlin replied in a rare euphemism.

Master Xiong nodded with a smile, and then focused on Wang Yi. Soon, there was a hint of surprise in his old eyes: "Benefactor Wang, after many days, your cultivation seems to have improved again!"

Wang Yi smiled and looked directly at Master Xiong: "To tell the truth, Master, not long ago, I met that eminent monk who taught art again, and I was given the empowerment again."

Master Xiong raised his eyebrows in surprise, and there was a gleam in his eyes, and he asked a little eagerly: "Really? Then, then, did that senior ever talk about my Shaolin?"

Wang Yi shook his head: "I'm going to disappoint Master. It's a pity that I did ask, but that eminent monk avoided answering, and only allowed me to share what I have learned with your monastery."

"Oh?" Master Xiong was obviously disappointed, pondered for a while, and asked him again: "He, does he have resentment towards our temple?"

Wang Yi shook his head again: "The eminent monk only said that everything will come naturally, there is no need to force it."

Master Xiong was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "Amitabha! Forget it, since that senior is unwilling, our temple can't force it. Then, what is the meaning of this communication?"

Wang Yi laughed this time: "Master Xiong, the Vigorous Vajra Palm I practiced was not obtained from your temple, so I can learn from the master who learned this palm in your temple. It can be completed, but I have heard for a long time that Shaolin martial arts is the best in the world, so I want to go to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion of your temple, choose a unique school, and watch it for a few days."

……

Naturally, the unique knowledge of Shaolin Temple cannot be browsed by a martial artist from other temples at will.

Even if Wang Yi's unique skill is proved to be the powerful vajra palm, which came from Shaolin, but he is not a Shaolin disciple, and under normal circumstances, he cannot do this.

Unless, Wang Yi can get through Shaolin's famous guard formation, the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation.

But Shaolin also hoped to ask Wang Yi to complete the missing Vigorous Vajra Palm.

How to do?
Master Xiong couldn't make this decision, so he brought Wang Yi to the presiding abbot, and at the same time invited several other elders from the monk hall to discuss together.

In this matter, Fan Yanqi and Xu Guanlin belonged to different sects and it was not easy to intervene, so they waited for news in the dining hall outside.

After more than two hours, it seemed that it was almost noon, and the door of the meeting hall was still tightly closed.

Fan Yanqi, who was standing outside under the shade of a tree, was a little worried, and glanced at Xu Guanlin who was looking at his mobile phone: "Hey, tell me, what will they do?"

"I'm not one of these old monks, how would I know? Anyway, a fight is inevitable." Xu Guanlin stared at the screen self-consciously: "The current abbot of Shaolin Temple is very good at doing business, and he is best at expanding profits, but Wang Yi can do it in such a way. It's not weak to hold on to the old monk for so long. Since you can't replace him in the negotiation, you might as well relax and prepare for the next possible battle."

He looked towards the meeting hall for a while, and said: "Our task is to prevent Shaolin Temple from placing him under house arrest. If Shaolin really has this plan, we must protect him and fight out together! Wearing police skin, there is only a little little power."

Fan Yanqi looked at him a little moved: "You were so ruthless last night, I thought you really...why? Are you not angry now?"

"Yo, that's really strange!" Xu Guanlin looked at her playfully: "Fan Er, you actually know how to criticize? Is it because the IQs of women who are in love have a collective decline?"

Fan Yanqi immediately turned dark: "Who did the review? I will tell your wife this sentence!"

"You guessed it wrong, she won't be angry." Xu Guanlin was confident: "She has the best temper."

Then his tone changed again, and he looked around resentfully before lowering his voice: "Besides, even if you don't say it this time, Qingyin will definitely have ideas when she finds out that this kid has supernatural powers. When we get there At that time, things didn’t go so well.”

At least, the He family won't be as easy to talk to as they are now.

(End of this chapter)