"What does the donor mean?" Abbot Tianming was puzzled.

Guo Yu pointed to the eaves outside the Sutra Pavilion with his hand, "Isn't this the master like this?"

"Tianhui!" Abbot Tianming shouted in surprise, then turned around and called, "Come on, take down this Shaolin traitor."

"The donor laughed." Tianming smiled bitterly at Guo Yu, "Tianhui is a traitor from this temple. She thought she had escaped, but she didn't expect that she was so bold and dared to come back."

At the same time, Abbot Tianming was also secretly shocked. He did not expect that Guo Yu had such profound skills at a young age. Without anyone else's notice, he could easily find Tianhui's traces.

"Tianming, you old man, I will die with you today."

Tianhui, who was surrounded by many monks at this moment, knew that she might not be able to escape easily today.

Then he looked directly at Abbot Tianming with hatred and flew straight towards him.

"Be careful of the abbot." The sudden change caused everyone to exclaim.

Seeing that he was surrounded by the wind of his palm, Guo Yu felt angry and rushed forward with the eighteen palms of the dragon.

"ah!"

Tianhui didn't expect Guo Yu to have such a profound skill. She was photographed in the Arhat Formation and vomited blood and fell into a coma.

"The donor is so handsome." Tianming was startled by Guo Yu again before he calmed down.

"The master was joking, but he was too arrogant." Guo Yu smiled modestly.

"Thank you for your life-saving kindness." Tianming shook his head slowly, "Tianhui is originally my junior brother..."

It turns out that Tianhui is talented and has walked very fast in the martial arts way, and can easily learn any martial arts.

Since the Huo Foreword Rebellion broke out in Shaolin Temple, it has set extremely strict rules and is not allowed to teach martial arts easily.

So Tianhui embarked on the old path of Huogongtoutuo and went to the Sutra Pavilion to secretly learn martial arts.

In addition, he has a bad temper and is arrogant, and he is not in harmony with most people in the temple.

After the incident broke out yesterday, it naturally caused turmoil in Shaolin Temple. Except for the several monks who were with him and his disciples, they were besieged by almost everyone.

Now that he is injured and captured by Guo Yu, he may not end well.

"It seems that I am really favored by God." Guo Yu sighed when he thought of himself.

He has been taught by several of the most outstanding masters of the world since he was a child, and his starting point is much higher than these struggling people. How lucky he is.

Shaking his head and abandoning the distracting thoughts in his heart, Guo Yu followed Abbot Tianming into the Sutra Pavilion.

"This is all the Buddhist scriptures collected by this temple over the past few hundred years."

Abbot Tianming pointed to the rows of bookshelf, "Donor can watch it as much as possible. If you have any questions, let the monks in the cabinet find me."

"Thank you, abbot." Guo Yu saluted gratefully.

A few days later, Guo Yu stayed in the Sutra Pavilion to read various Buddhist scriptures during his day, and experienced the various wisdom crystallizations contained in it.

"Buddhism does have miraculous effects on spiritual cultivation." In just a few days, Guo Yu had already felt that his spiritual power had improved to a certain extent.

The sensing of the surrounding environment is obviously clearer than before.

"Junbao, go quickly, let's go and get a water raft together."

Suddenly, Guo Xiang's crisp voice outside the temple woke Guo Yu up.

He got up and walked out of the Sutra Pavilion, came to a small river outside Shaolin Temple, and saw several children throwing stones into the river.

"Zhang Junbao." Guo Yu murmured in a daze, "Who would have thought that the future generation of martial arts masters would look like this naughty child now."

"Brother Yu, what did you say?" At this time, Cheng Ying rushed from the path next to her.

"I said this child is incredible in the future, and his achievements in martial arts will shock the world." Guo Yu pointed at Zhang Junbao and said.

"Who can compare with you, Brother Yu?" Cheng Ying laughed sweetly. In her impression, Guo Yu was already the best master in the world. I'm afraid no one in the world is his opponent.

"Haha, you can't compare, you can't compare..." Guo Yu shook his head slowly, "He may not be my opponent when facing the enemy in actual combat, but in terms of realm alone, he will definitely be far ahead of me in the future."

"If you want to compare it, it's like the kind of people like Master Bodhidharma."

"Hiss! So terrible!" Cheng Ying looked at the child playing in the distance in surprise, and she really couldn't associate him with such a character.

"Junbao, several donors, it's time to use vegetarian dishes."

Guo Yu turned his head and saw a sturdy monk walking from the temple.

"Dare you ask about the master's name?" Guo Yu asked with a gaze.

"The little monk Jueyuan, I have met the donor."

Sure enough, Guo Yu knew it when he heard the answer.

When Jue Yuan arrived, he felt the extremely terrifying internal force in his body.

"It seems that his Nine Yang Divine Power is only a thread away from the great success."

Guo Yu once studied the Nine Yang Divine Art, after all, it was a martial art created by his master Xu Zhu. Although he had not practiced it, he still knew the specific principles.

"Master, you are here."

"Brother!"

"father!"

Suddenly, a few children ran over and surrounded Guo Yu and the others, with their little faces red.

"Master!" Guo Yu looked at Zhang Junbao, "You are a good disciple, and your future is unlimited."

"The donor is too good." Jue Yuan didn't know what to say, and touched his head embarrassedly.

"Big brother, brother." Guo Xiang jumped out, "What about me, what about my future?"

Guo Yu patted her head, "You are not bad, but it's a little worse than this kid."

Guo Yu did not make random comments. Guo Xiang was enough to be a master in the future, but it would be a bit insufficient to compare with Zhang Sanfeng.

"Brother, you are talking nonsense, how could I not be able to compare to this kid?" Guo Xiang looked indignant.

"Okay, okay." Guo Yu had no choice but to comfort her, "My Xiang'er is the most powerful."

"My aunt is so embarrassed." Cheng Ying and the other two laughed beside her, and Guo Yu's son Guo Xing even made a face and laughed.

"Hmph, I won't tell you anymore." Guo Xiang turned around, "Junbao, let's go for dinner and ignore them."

"Hehe." Guo Yu behind him shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Guo Yu stayed in Shaolin Temple for nearly half a month, read all kinds of scriptures, and finally became distracted.

I said goodbye to Abbot Tianming and the others briefly, and took Guo Xiang and the others to continue north.

He originally planned to leave some secret books for Zhang Junbao, but he was afraid that it would affect his future path, so he finally chose to give up.

In the next few months, Guo Yu and his group visited almost all the Central Plains.

The Mongols were indeed a veritable fighting nation at this time, and everything was for the sake of war.

The Central Plains they occupied were not well governed, with far less population and land than the Song Dynasty in the south.

But if you really have to fight head-on, the Song Dynasty's army is no match for it at all.

Now the whole north is almost filled with wealthy families, and ordinary people have become their slaves.

It can be said that the entire society suddenly regressed from a feudal society to a slave society.

Guo Yu understood that such a society could not continue for a long time, but he could quickly gain extremely strong military strength through continuous victory in a short period of time.

"The days ahead will be sad." He knew that judging from the current situation, the probability of the Song Dynasty's victory was slim.

Several people walked and stopped, first crossed the Yellow River and entered Hebei, then crossed Taihang and entered Shanxi, and finally crossed Zhongtiao Mountain to the Guanluo area.

"Is this..." On that day, they came to a village at the foot of Mount Hua, and Guo Yu accidentally found a palm print on the wall of the village.

"Brother Yu, it seems to be an iron sand palm?" Cheng Ying was a little confused.

"good."

Guo Yu nodded and affirmed, "This is indeed an iron sand palm, and the people who use it have extremely profound internal strength and are almost no less than their father."

"There are very few people who have this kind of skill in the world, but in my memory, no one can use the iron sand palm."

Cheng Ying is still too young and doesn't know much about the martial arts world in the past.

"You don't know that there is indeed one person in the martial arts world who has extremely clever iron sand palms."

Guo Yu smiled, "You may have never heard of this person. He is Qiu Qianren, the former leader of the Iron Palm Gang, floating on the water."

"He used to defect to the Jin people, abandoned his family and country, and did many evil things in the world. He was an enemy of his father many years ago."

"Then why did he appear here?" Cheng Ying's face became solemn.

"Don't worry." Guo Yu smiled gently, "More than thirty years ago, he repented and worshipped Master Yideng in order to reform himself."
Chapter completed!