Dreaming about the world, embarking on the path of spiritual practice

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At the foot of the Shaolin Temple in Songshan, there was a bustling crowd of people offering incense.

Yu Liang found a quiet teahouse, sat down to rest for a while, and paid attention to the dynamics around him.

He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and his eyes moved among the pilgrims coming and going.

Looking at the endless stream of people going up the mountain, it can be seen how famous the Shaolin Temple is.

"Brother, are you also here to offer incense at the Shaolin Temple?"

Just as Yu Liang was sitting alone in thought, a figure suddenly sat opposite him.

It was a smiling young man who poured Yu Liang's tea and drank it all in one gulp.

"It's so lively!"

In response, Yu Liang glanced at him, did not say much, just nodded slightly.

"May I know your name, brother?" The man greeted him enthusiastically.

Yu Liang ignored him, his eyes still looking at the mountain from time to time.

But even so, the other party still introduced himself: "My name is Fei Yong. I came to Songshan this time to learn martial arts from a master."

"Brother, do you know about Shaolin lay disciples?"

"All martial arts in the world come from Shaolin. I just want to become a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple and learn authentic Shaolin martial arts!"

When he was excited, Fei Yong was even more eloquent: "I heard that Shaolin Temple has four great magic skills. As long as the talent is good enough, lay disciples also have the opportunity to learn one of them..."

Listening to the other party's chattering, Yu Liang did not show any irritation, but listened quietly.

"It's almost time, I should go up the mountain too!"

Maybe he had a good rest, Fei Yong took another sip of tea, and then walked quickly up the mountain. Before leaving, he did not forget to wave goodbye to Yu Liang.

"Interesting guy!"

Looking at the departing figure, Yu Liang took a sip of tea and sighed with a smile.

I sat alone until the evening.

Seeing that the people going to Shaolin Temple had disappeared, there were only a few people on the way down the mountain.

It felt like the time was almost up.

So, Yu Liang slowly stood up, shook off the dust on his robe, and walked up the mountain.

Arrived at the gate of Shaolin.

Yu Liang's steps did not stop at all.

However, a gatekeeper monk politely reached out to stop him.

"Amitabha, this donor, it's getting late, and this temple is about to close. If you want to burn incense, please come again tomorrow!"

Yu Liang stopped, looked at the monk calmly, and said calmly: "I'm not here to burn incense, but to dismiss your Shaolin!"

Hearing this, the monk was obviously stunned, but soon regained his composure, put his hands together and said:

"Amitabha, donor, don't make such a joke."

"Do you think I'm joking?"

Yu Liang's tone suddenly became low, and he stared at the monk with a torch-like gaze. As the voice fell, a strong momentum suddenly burst out from his body.

The novice monk was shocked by the sudden momentum, and his face changed suddenly. He noticed that Yu Liang was unusual, so he knew that he had bad intentions.

His heart tightened, but he remained calm, put his hands together and bowed to Yu Liang, then quickly turned around and ran back to the temple for help.

After the novice monk left in a hurry, Yu Liang stood in front of the Shaolin Temple and waited quietly.

After a while.

He heard a series of footsteps, obviously the Shaolin monks were coming here.

Soon, a group of monks in yellow robes came out one after another, holding sticks and showing vigilant looks on their faces.

The leader was a middle-aged monk, with a wide monk robe covering his majestic body, and his two hands stretched out were thick and big, and it was obvious that he was good at palm techniques.

"Amitabha, I don't know your name? Why are you making trouble in front of my Shaolin Temple?"

Yu Liang smiled slightly and said calmly: "I am not here to make trouble, but to learn martial arts from you to see if the martial arts of Shaolin Temple are as powerful as the legend says."

"If not, then please disperse!"

The soft voice was intimidating.

The middle-aged monk frowned. He also saw that Yu Liang was not an ordinary person, so he waved his hand to signal other monks to step back, and he stepped forward to learn from Yu Liang.

"Then please teach me something!"

The middle-aged monk took a deep breath, moved slightly, and approached Yu Liang in an instant, chopping at him with a palm. His palm made a sharp sound, and it was obvious that he had profound skills.

Yu Liang flashed and easily dodged this swift attack. At the same time, he slapped his palm with his backhand, and it gently touched the palm of the middle-aged monk.

There was a muffled sound of "bang!"

Yu Liang stood still, while the middle-aged monk opposite flew backwards, spitting out blood in the air, and fell to the ground.

"Abbot!" "Uncle Master!" "..."

Suddenly, many monks were in a commotion.

Except for a few people who went to check the injuries of the middle-aged monk, the others immediately rushed forward to surround Yu Liang.

"Set up the formation!"

The monks responded and moved. They quickly changed positions and formed an indestructible formation with exquisite cooperation.

"He~"

With a low shout, the sticks were swung and formed an airtight encirclement.

Yu Liang was in the formation without any panic or fear.

"Child's play!"

A disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

As soon as the voice fell, Yu Liang moved suddenly, and shuttled through the formation like a gust of wind.

Whenever Yu Liang's figure passed by a monk, the monk would feel a strong airflow rushing towards him, as if he was hit hard by an invisible force.

They tried to resist, but the force crushed them one by one like a dead tree or rotten wood.

Yu Liang slapped his palm lightly, and a monk flew out as if struck by lightning, and fell heavily on the ground far away, unable to get up for a while.

As the monks fell to the ground one by one, the entire formation collapsed instantly.

Yu Liang stood in the formation, looking at the monks with a calm expression.

"Shaolin martial arts, nothing more than that!"

At this time, five old monks hurried over, looking at the monks who fell to the ground, a trace of anger rose on their faces.

"Amitabha!"

"I don't know what the donor wants to do?" An old monk stepped forward and asked.

Yu Liang continued to reply calmly: "I don't mean anything else. I came here today just to disband your Shaolin Temple!"

Hearing this, the five old monks looked at each other, and then dispersed to five directions to surround Yu Liang in the middle.

"Donor, since you are so arrogant, let me and others learn your tricks!" One of the old monks spoke slowly, revealing unquestionable majesty in his tone.

Yu Liang smiled slightly!

The five old monks moved almost at the same time and attacked Yu Liang from five directions. Their movements were swift and sharp, and each move was aimed at Yu Liang's vital points.

Yu Liang ignored the others, grabbed one of the old monks, and hit him in the chest with a palm.

The old monk immediately spit out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards several meters away.

The other four old monks were shocked when they saw this. At the same time, the moves they used to attack Yu Liang were like hitting water, and did not cause any harm to him.

Just when they wanted to retreat.

Yu Liang moved and came to another old monk. With a palm, the old monk also flew backwards like the previous one.

Yu Liang did not chase the three people who were already panicking. He just looked at them coldly and said, "From today on, there will be no more Shaolin Temple."

"Amitabha!"

Hearing this, the three old monks put their hands together and chanted a verse.

The panic on their faces gradually disappeared, replaced by a kind of calmness and gentleness.

"In this case, the poor monks and others can only ask the Arhat to come down to the world to subdue the demons!"

Hmm? What do you mean!

Yu Liang frowned slightly, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart.

However, before he could think about it, a deafening bell suddenly rang in the Shaolin Temple. The sound was thick and distant, as if it could penetrate the clouds.

As the bell rang, the whole temple was shrouded in a circle of brilliant golden light.

In this golden light, a golden body of an Arhat gradually emerged, majestic and sacred.

A flash of surprise flashed across Yu Liang's eyes, and then turned into a sneer:

"Haha, so that's how it is, it's waiting for me here!"

He recognized the aura emanating from the golden body of the Arhat, wasn't it the Golden Bell Cover passed down to him by Guanyin Bodhisattva?

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