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Lei Dazhuang fell silent immediately, and after a while, Lei Dazhuang asked: "Brother Ma, is what Abbot Wuxiang said true?"

"What really?" Ma Xiaoyao didn't understand.

"Even practicing external kung fu can defeat internal kung fu masters?" Lei Dazhuang asked.

"Wuxiang is also the abbot of Shaolin Temple anyway, so he shouldn't lie to us." At this point, Ma Xiaoyao paused: "Besides, we are not some great figures, and there is no need for Abbot Wuxiang to lie to us."

"It makes sense." Lei Dazhuang nodded: "The monk Wuwen, the abbot of the Bodhidharma Academy, used the golden bell cover. It was really powerful. When I punched him, it was like hitting an iron plate. , the shock made my wrist numb, if I can cultivate the golden bell jar, my strength will definitely increase greatly, but it's a pity..."

Ma Xiaoyao rolled his eyes: "I thought of a way."

"What way?" Lei Dazhuang asked hastily.

"Didn't you get very close to that monk Huiping recently?" Ma Xiaoyao said with a smile.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Lei Dazhuang nodded suspiciously.

"Monk Huiping is a disciple that Shaolin Temple focuses on training. He must know a lot of kung fu." Ma Xiaoyao said with a smile: "Can you ask monk Huiping to teach you kung fu?"

Lei Dazhuang was stunned: "Will Monk Huiping agree?"

"It depends on your means." Ma Xiaoyao said: "Anyway, Monk Huiping is young and has limited knowledge. He is easier to deal with than Abbot Wuxiang. As long as you can grasp Monk Huiping's weakness, you can threaten him. He taught you kung fu."

"What is Monk Huiping's weakness?" Lei Dazhuang asked.

Ma Xiaoyao curled his lips: "You need to dig it yourself."

Lei Dazhuang nodded thoughtfully: "I understand, I'm going to dig out the weakness of Monk Huiping." After speaking, Lei Dazhuang hurriedly left the room.

……

Lei Dazhuang didn't come back until dark. Ma Xiaoyao called Lei Dazhuang and turned off the phone.

"It's getting dark, why hasn't Da Zhuang come back?" Ma Xiaoyao was a little worried, so he went out to look for it. When he came to the back mountain square, he saw two figures fighting fast. Looking carefully, it turned out to be Lei. Da Zhuang, Monk Huiping, and Ma Xiaoyao walked over quickly: "Hey, what's the matter with you two? Why are you still fighting? Stop!"

Lei Dazhuang and Monk Huiping exchanged palms, and then each took a few steps back. The two were sweating profusely and panting, obviously exhausted.

"What's going on? Why are you fighting?" Ma Xiaoyao asked in a deep voice.

Monk Huiping wiped the sweat off his face with his hand, and said angrily, "It was Lei Dazhuang who provoked something on purpose, and I had to fight him as a last resort. Oops...the fight lasted for more than an hour, but it made me tired." broken."

Ma Xiaoyao turned to look at Lei Dazhuang: "Is what he said true?"

Lei Dazhuang curled his lips: "I didn't want to fight, but monk Huiping refused to teach me kung fu, so I did."

"Lei Dazhuang is so unreasonable. I refused to teach him Kung Fu, but he pestered me. He was even more of a rascal than a rascal. I really convinced him." Monk Huiping said bitterly.

Ma Xiaoyao glared at Lei Dazhuang, then turned to look at Monk Huiping: "Huiping, why don't you want to teach Dazhuang Kung Fu? Don't you admire Dazhuang very much?"

"I really appreciate Da Zhuang." Monk Huiping nodded: "But Shaolin Temple has regulations, and the temple's kung fu is not allowed to spread outside, otherwise it will be severely punished."

"If you don't tell, I won't tell, Da Zhuang won't tell, no one will know." Ma Xiaoyao said.

"There is no impenetrable wall in the world. If you want to be unknown, you have to do nothing yourself." Monk Huiping said solemnly: "I am an orphan, and Shaolin Temple took me in and brought me up. Shaolin Temple is my home. It may violate the regulations of Shaolin Temple, I hope you can understand me."

"There are exceptions to everything." Ma Xiaoyao said with a smile, "You and Da Zhuang are good friends, and friends should help each other..."

Monk Huiping waved his hand: "Don't say it anymore, even if you talk about it, I won't agree. I have my own principles and bottom line. Don't force me anymore. It's getting late. I have to go back to eat. After finishing speaking, Monk Huiping was about to leave.

"Shh!"

With a flash of Lei Dazhuang's body, he stopped Monk Huiping.

"I've made my words very clear, what else do you want to do?" Monk Huiping frowned.

Lei Dazhuang snorted coldly: "If you don't teach me Kung Fu today, don't even think about leaving!"

"Lei Dazhuang, don't go too far!" Monk Huiping roared angrily, "It really annoys me, you're the one to watch."

Lei Dazhuang sneered and said: "I still say the same thing, don't even think about leaving if you don't teach me kung fu. Today I will spend energy with you, let's see who consumes more energy than whom!"

"You...you..." Monk Huiping's face turned blue with anger, and he clenched his fists "gaba, gaba", with a strong hostility exuding from his body: "Lei Dazhuang, I will warn you one last time: let me open!"

"I won't get out of the way, what can you do?" Lei Dazhuang said with bared teeth.

"Wow... I'm so pissed off, I'm so pissed off!" Monk Huiping was so angry that he threw his fist at Lei Dazhuang.

Lei Dazhuang didn't dodge or dodge, and also threw a punch.

"Shua!" A figure galloped from a distance, and arrived at the scene in an instant, and separated Lei Dazhuang and Monk Huiping with a light lift of his arm.

"Who is meddling in other people's business..." Monk Huiping suddenly raised his head, his eyes burst into intense anger... Then Monk Huiping was stunned, and then there was a trace of panic on his face: "Master? You...you How come out..."

Lei Dazhuang and Ma Xiaoyao standing in the distance were also surprised.

An old monk stood there with a smile on his face: "I came out to get some air, and suddenly I saw you guys fighting, so I rushed over...Can't you talk well? Why are you fighting?" This old monk is the teacher of Abbot Wuxiang. Uncle, the person with the highest seniority in Shaolin Temple at present.

"This... I want to tell Master, I actually didn't want to fight, but the other party... just refused to let go. In the end, I really had no other choice, so I fought with the other party." Monk Huiping said with a sad face: "The other party insists on fighting with me." Learning kung fu, I refused, so he pestered me, this is the first time I have seen such a rascal in my life."

The old monk turned his head and glanced at the angry Lei Dazhuang: "Is what Huiping said true?"

"Uh..." Lei Dazhuang babbled: "It's almost like this..."

"Shaolin Temple has a rule that the martial arts of this temple are not allowed to be passed on to outsiders. If you want to learn Shaolin Kungfu, you must join Shaolin Temple as a disciple." The old monk said.

"I don't want to be a monk." Lei Dazhuang shook his head: "I love to eat meat, and I love the colorful life outside. It is more difficult for me to become a monk than to make me commit suicide."

"Who told you that you must become a monk?" The old monk raised his white eyebrows: "Don't you know that there is a special kind of disciple in Shaolin Temple? This kind of disciple is called layman disciple, who can lead you to learn skills. Don't be a monk."

"Abbot Wuxiang told us that Shaolin Temple stopped accepting lay disciples a long time ago?" Ma Xiaoyao said in surprise.

"Oh? Wu Xiangzhen said so?" The old monk blinked.

Ma Xiaoyao nodded: "Yes, Abbot Wuxiang told me personally, why? Could it be that Abbot Wuxiang lied to deceive me?"

"Oh, no, he didn't deceive you." The old monk shook his head: "It is true that Shaolin Temple has not recruited lay disciples for a long time... As for the reason, it is because lay disciples are too easy to cause trouble, so Shaolin Temple often falls into a passive situation. ... Forget it, let’s not talk about this, so what, you haven’t eaten yet? Come on, I’ll take you to eat something good.” The old monk waved his hand and walked away.

Monk Huiping followed without hesitation, and the ancestor personally treated the guests. Of course, monk Huiping wanted to save face. If he could take the opportunity to build a good relationship with the ancestor, he would be prosperous.

Ma Xiaoyao hesitated for a moment, then led Lei Dazhuang to follow.

The old monk led the crowd around and around, and finally came to an open space. The old monk pointed to the vegetable garden opposite: "Did you see that, those vegetables were planted by myself, without any fertilizer, rich in nutrition, today You are blessed with food." While talking, the old monk picked some vegetables, washed them with clean water, set up the pot and started to cook the soup, and after more than ten minutes, a pot of fragrant soup came out.

Everyone sat on the ground, holding bowls and savoring the vegetable soup carefully.

"How is it? How does it taste?" the old monk asked with a smile.

"Tender and delicious, lingering fragrance, delicious, so delicious!" Ma Xiaoyao raised his thumb, full of praise: "I have lived for more than 30 years, and I have never had such a delicious soup."

"Not bad, not bad, the taste is very good." Lei Dazhuang and Monk Huiping also kept admiring.

"Drink more if it tastes good." With everyone's affirmation, the old monk was in a good mood: "Let me tell you a little secret, my father is the imperial chef in the palace, and his main duty is to cook for the emperor, queen, and concubines. Influenced by my father, I also love cooking, but my skills are far behind my father's."

"What? Your father is the imperial cook of the palace?" Ma Xiaoyao stared blankly at the old monk: "Master, are you kidding me?"

"Do you think I look like I'm joking?" The old monk said lightly, "everything I've said is the truth."

"Master, you are in your 60s this year, right? Your father should not be more than 100 years old, right? As far as I know, the Qing Dynasty has been destroyed for more than [-] years. How could your father be the imperial chef? This age is not right. Ah!" Ma Xiaoyao said.

The old monk glanced at Ma Xiaoyao: "Who told you that I am over 60 years old? Listen carefully, I am 130 years old this year. If my father is still alive, he should be [-] years old this year."

"Uh!" Ma Xiaoyao's eyes almost popped out: "Did I hear you right? Are you one hundred and one years old?"