"I'm just trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain and take advantage of the opportunity to enter?"

Song Mingjing disappeared into the jungle and did not actually go too far.

He originally planned to sneak into Shaolin at night, but now he changed his mind.

Following Fang Shiyu who was reporting the news, he arrived all the way outside the Shaolin Mountain Gate. He was invisible in a secluded corner. After waiting for a while, he saw Zen Master Zhishan leading several monks to leave the temple.

Song Mingjing no longer hesitated, skillfully crossed the courtyard wall, flew all the way through the eaves and walls, and lightly avoided the monks in the temple.

With his martial arts skills, he has already ranked among the top martial arts worlds in the world. He is willing to hide it, so these ordinary monks can detect it.

After wandering around for a while, Song Mingjing had to admit that this Nan Shaolin was much bigger than he expected.

It is not easy to find the Sutra Pavilion or the Tongren Lane in this huge temple.

Walking through the Buddhist corridor, a sudden sound of footsteps came from the front, and Song Mingjing circled and hid behind the corridor column.

A young novice monk with a simple face lowered his head and hurriedly passed by. Song Mingjing reached out his hand, pinched his collar and pulled him over.

"Donor, are you?" The little shami turned around in a daze, with a look of confusion.

"Little monk, I'll ask you a few questions, can you answer honestly?" Song Mingjing illuminated the scabbard.

"What's the problem with the donor? Even if you ask, the little monk has not understood the Buddhist principles and does not understand the difficult problems." The little shaved his bald head and said a little embarrassedly.

"Little monk, tell me where is the Sutra Pavilion and the Tongren Lane? Where to go?"

"Sutra Pavilion? Copper Lane? What's the problem? Donor, you just need to go there..."

The little monk's face was muddy, and he instinctively stretched out his fingers in one direction, and suddenly came to his senses. Even if he was slow, he could not react correctly.

"Donor, who are you? Why do you ask about the Sutra Pavilion and the Bronze Man Lane?"

He stared at the shining scabbard again, suddenly realized that he was threatened, and said, "Come on..."

With a "puff", Song Mingjing slashed the little shark with a hand knife. The little shark flicked his eyes and fainted.

"He's actually a fool!"

Song Mingjing was speechless, and grabbed the novice monk and sent him to the beam of the house.

With the strength of his hand knife, if no one noticed this little novice monk, it would take at least one or two hours to wake up.

Soon after, Song Mingjing waited for the second target. This time he was a monk who understood the route. After asking about it clearly, Song Mingjing did the trick and knocked him out and sent him to the beam.

After a while, Song Mingjing entered the Sutra Pavilion and knocked down the monks guarding the Sutra Pavilion as quickly as possible, and read various classics.

Song Mingjing has long been able to remember everything he has seen. He can quickly browse a book in one volume, and can only be remembered in just a dozen breaths, and settled in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Just waiting for reading, it can emerge quickly again.

Prajna palm, powerful Vajra hand, one-finger Zen skill, dragon claw hand, Bodhi sword technique... A martial arts secret book was quickly read and remembered by Song Mingjing.

Apart from these secrets on the surface, as a modern person, how can you not understand the routines in martial arts novels?

The Nine Yang Divine Art is still hidden in the cracks of the Lankavatara Sutra!

Therefore, Song Mingjing did not let go of those piles of Buddhist scriptures. Unfortunately, after reading them for a while, he spent a lot of effort, but he finally got nothing.

He touched the pavilion for a while, but this time he never found the good luck of Hunyuan Tongzi Gong, and he did not find any secrets.

If we say that the Sutra Library has stood for hundreds of years and there is no secret in it, Song Mingjing did not believe it, and he could only blame him for the wrong way of hunting for treasures.

Since he couldn't find it, Song Mingjing didn't force it. The harvest this time was already rich, even with his talent, it would be enough to digest it for a while.

He turned to the bronze man Lane again.

Shortly after Song Mingjing left the Sutra Library, two monks arrived outside the pavilion in a steady manner and said to the grandson of Wei Tuo's palm.

After waiting for a few breaths, the gate of the Sutra Pavilion was locked, and there was no sound in the inner part.

The two monks frowned and said it loudly again, still silent.

The two looked at each other, but they never thought that outsiders had trespassed the Sutra Pavilion and let the monks guarding the pavilion go. After all, Shaolin Temple is so powerful that no one dares to stroke the tiger's beard.

"Maybe he fell asleep?"

A monk muttered, exerting a light force on the door, and with a "creaking", the door opened.

Immediately, the ground was filled with misfortune. A volume of classics and secret books were discarded at will, covering the ground, and the monks in the pavilion were tilted, their eyes closed.

"Oh no! Something happened!"

The two monks' faces changed drastically and they rushed into it in a hurry.

A quarter of an hour later, I heard the sound of "dongdongdongdong" ringing the bell echoing in the temple, spreading from afar, lingering over Jiulian Mountain.

Nine times in a row, the echoes were loud.

On the mountain road, Zen Master Zhishan and Master Wumei couldn't help but change his face when he heard the bell.

"The Hong Zhong rings nine times, this is a big deal in the temple." Zen Master Zhishan raised his eyebrows, and then blurted out as if he had thought of something: "No! We have fallen into the trap!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhishan's robe swung, and his body rushed out with a "whisper". Several ups and downs had reached twenty or thirty meters away.

Wumei's Master reacted slowly, and his face darkened, and he said to several monks and Sande: "You can stay here, and I and Zhishan will handle it."

She took a step forward, her figure was elegant and agile, as if riding on a breeze, leaving with the best.

At this time, Song Mingjing had already broken into the bronze man's alley.

The Eighteen Bronze Men of Shaolin are famous and well-known all over the world.

After entering the Shaolin disciples, if they want to go down the mountain early, they must enter the bronze man alley, break through three levels in a row, and repel the eighteen bronze man formations.

One thing to note is to "repel" rather than "defeat". Otherwise, in the past few years, I am afraid that few people in Shaolin will be able to successfully pass the level.

Even if it is "repelled", the Eighteen Bronze Man is always difficult to take ruthless measures when facing Shaolin disciples, and usually stop until the time.

If it were Song Mingjing, there would be no such treatment.

Originally, the three gates of the Tongren Lane were progressing layer by layer. The first gate was the four-person stick formation, and the second gate was the four-person sword formation. Only when the third gate was the eighteen bronze men came out together.

But as soon as Song Mingjing entered the bronze man's alley, the other party realized that he was not a Shaolin disciple, so they immediately appeared together and stood in a position. Eighteen people and thirty-six fists seemed to hit Song Mingjing in an instant.

It is said that every bronze man made a big mistake in the temple. He was also very skilled. After becoming a bronze man, he practiced his skills with copper powder, gold powder and iron powder every day, and even became copper sheet and iron bones.

Eighteen extraordinary monks, with the help of formations, even if the top masters in the martial arts world are accidentally trapped in it, they will end up with regret.

Song Mingjing immediately felt the difficulty of the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation.

The light in the bronze man's alley is dim. The eighteen bronze man stayed in it day after day, year after year, and naturally he would not be affected. However, if it were other martial arts people, even the top masters like Zhishan and Baimei would be difficult to adapt for a while.

Moreover, the eighteen bronze men lived together day and night, and forever, there was no need for verbal communication, and their hearts were in harmony. Although they were eighteen people, they were like one, which was the best of the heaven, the place and the people.

Song Mingjing felt that it was not thirty-six fists, but 360 fists rushed towards him. The fists were roaring in his ears, and the fists in front of him were as dense as a storm, blocking all the dodging lines in front and back.

He was like a small boat in the sea in a storm, rising and falling, and he was at risk of overturning at any time.

Even if Song Mingjing was too fucked, he was just a person. It was impossible for him to use a pair of fists to block 360 fists. He blocked the left and right, and finally revealed a flaw and was stamped on his chest by a fist.

Song Mingjing flew out like a kite with a broken string, and a bang, hitting the wall.

Then the wall rumbling and a hole was broken, and he suddenly fell into it.

This bronze man lane covers a large area and is separated by a wall in the middle. Some walls can be moved. Eighteen bronze man can use this to travel to and from various rooms in elusive ways, while some walls are fixed.

The wall that Song Mingjing hit was fixed.
Chapter completed!