Lin Yifeng shrugged.

"Who knows?"

He didn't care about the situation at Shaolin Temple, and there was no need to make things too tense with these relatives.

After driving for about half an hour, the group finally made it up the mountain at noon and arrived at the foot of Shaolin Temple.

Looking at the stone gate before them, the group was also very excited.

Everyone is eager to see what the Shaolin Temple in the movie is really like, and whether there are monks who practice martial arts.

Before they even reached the mountain, Xu Qingyi and the others were already chattering away.

Gangzi looked at the mountain gate in front of him and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Brother Xu, do you think the Shaolin Temple really has the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation?"

Xu Qingyi was slightly taken aback, and muttered to herself with some doubt.

"Not necessarily."

"I'd rather see the Golden Bell and Iron Shirt formation than the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation."

This topic also resonated with Zhou Xuelan.

"Yes, yes, yes! I want to see this too!"

"In the movies, all sorts of characters are invulnerable to swords and bullets."

"Especially that so-called 'Hard Qigong'! It can withstand the purple egg!"

Meng Ran shuddered upon hearing this.

Hard qigong does exist, but it's too strenuous to practice.

It looks like qigong, but it's actually just toughening up your skin to make you more resistant to blows than the average person.

But if you're talking about enduring the purple egg like in the movies, Meng Ran feels that no martial monk would want to try something like having two holes pierced by a single gunshot.

The group chatted as they climbed the mountain.

Lin Yifeng walked at the front of the crowd with his hands in his pockets, surveying the surrounding buildings.

It must be said that the Shaolin Temple in 1994 was developing and its cultural dissemination was thriving. Many Buddhists in China regarded it as a sacred place in the country.

In particular, Jet Li's movie "Shaolin Temple" sparked a "Shaolin craze" in Hong Kong, and many film companies set their sights on the unknown culture of Shaolin Temple in China.

From the 1990s onwards, Shaolin culture continued to spread throughout the world, with dedicated teams even going abroad to perform.

Many foreigners also consider Shaolin Temple to be very mysterious.

Their thoughts were the same as Xu Qingyi's; they all believed that there were hidden martial arts masters deep in the mountains of Shaolin Temple, and that various magical techniques were only taught to those who studied martial arts at Shaolin Temple.

This has attracted many people who come to Shaolin Temple hoping to learn even a move or two.

"Brother! Look! Look!"

Bai Yejin excitedly tugged at Lin Yifeng's sleeve and pointed to a group of people in the distance.

Not far away, a group of Shaolin monks were training, dressed in brown monk robes with their trousers tied up, as they went up the mountain.

This has attracted many tourists to stop and watch, wanting to see the amazing Shaolin monks.

Xu Qingyi gasped as she looked at the muscular physiques of the Shaolin monks.

After watching them run up the mountain with ease, Xu Qingyi swallowed hard and asked Meng Ran beside her.

"Brother Meng, can you beat them?"

Meng Ran hadn't expected Xu Qingyi to ask such a strange question.

What does it mean to say whether or not you can beat them?

Xu Qingyi realized that his question was a bit silly, so she hurriedly asked again.

"I mean, if you two were to have a match, could you actually fight?"

"A contest?"

Meng Ran frowned slightly, stroked his chin, and asked in return.

"It depends on the situation, whether it's unarmed or armed."

"unarmed!"

Xu Qingyi blinked her eyes expectantly, and Guo Fengsheng and Gangzi also came over, as they were also very curious about this issue.

After a moment's thought, Meng Ran gave a more moderate answer.

"If there are restrictions on the competition."

"About two or three."

"We're all trained martial artists, just from different schools."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qingyi and the others were somewhat surprised.

In their minds, Meng Ran was very powerful and would be more than capable of dealing with this kind of martial monk.

Meng Ran's words were indeed a bit conservative, but there wasn't much wrong with them.

Even if he's unarmed, and his opponent is a trained fighter, no matter how skilled he is, he can't fight off four legs with just his fists, not to mention that his opponent might use a tag-team attack or gang up on him.

Guo Fengsheng frowned slightly, seemingly noticing a loophole in Meng Ran's words.

He lowered his voice and asked curiously.

"Brother Meng, what if there were no restrictions, what if they were armed?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Ran revealed a bright smile and provocatively retorted to the group.

"If that's the case."

"Come and take them all."

These words also shocked Xu Qingyi and the others.

He knew Meng Ran was very capable, but he didn't expect him to be so confident.

Lin Yifeng, who overheard all of this, simply smiled slightly.

Someone of Meng Ran's caliber would be extremely dangerous if thrown into society unarmed, let alone armed.

The martial arts of Shaolin Temple are now publicly promoted as traditional martial arts, but in reality they are only good for physical fitness, and their actual combat effectiveness is impossible to calculate.

But Meng Ran is different; all of these skills are genuine, hard-earned through countless battles.

If things really came to blows, Meng Ran would show no mercy, and these people would probably be thinking about how to survive.

But this topic remains unresolved.

Gangzi scratched his head, lowered his voice, and muttered to himself.

"Brother Meng, so you mean practicing Shaolin Kung Fu is useless?"

Looking at Gangzi's heartbroken expression, Meng Ran could roughly guess that this guy really liked Shaolin culture; he had just shattered Gangzi's idealized image of the Shaolin Temple.

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