Chapter 30: Pick up a killing knife, kill monks and destroy Buddhas!
From this martial arts arena to the Shanmen Palace, there is a long corridor, lined with green pines and cypresses, and interspersed with stone tablets. It is simple and solemn, and the freshness and nature add a touch of Buddhist charm.
When Fawei was studying martial arts in Southern Shaolin, because of his withdrawn temperament, he did not want to participate with other monks, so he often sweated in this forest of steles and tried to figure out the martial arts alone.
Therefore, since Fawei returned to Southern Shaolin and won the abbot's throne, he often walked to the end of the stone steps and overlooked the forest of steles, not only to recall his youthful days, but also to strengthen his mind towards Taoism.
But now, this place is no longer familiar to him.
This mountain road seems to be no longer a road, but a river.
A river of blood floating in the dead.
Corpses were lying on the stone steps one after another, with broken limbs, broken arms, liver, intestines and internal organs floating in the pool of blood. The extremely rich fishy smell was swept by the mountain wind and went straight to Fawei's mouth and nose.
In the river of blood, twenty monks in gray were besieging a naked young man.
Although these people are wearing monk robes, they are armed with various types of weapons, and every move they make is a killing move and a unique move that will kill people.
Behind them, there was also a large group of monks. Knowing that taking action now would only hinder the movement of their own masters, the monks followed from a distance and witnessed this extremely tragic battle.
Although these monks looked frightened, their eyes were always locked on Xu Xing, with ferocity and deep malice.
As long as Xu Xing shows a slight expression of exhaustion, they will swarm up like a pack of wolves and eat up this ferocious and trapped beast.
Each of the twenty or so people who directly participated in the siege were of great importance, at least they were all martial arts masters with mastery of boxing skills.
If placed under Zhu Polong's command, with their boxing skills, they could at least become the leader of a party, qualified to command hundreds of pirates, or become the personal guard of a certain ship owner and enjoy the worship of a ship.
Among them, there are also five great boxers who are in charge. They are the only five remaining chiefs among the four courtyards and eight halls.
These people are all masters that Fawei has collected through painstaking efforts. Some are from Black Rock, some are horse and sword bandits from various places, some are local great boxers in the southeast, and some are even pirates who defected from Thirty-Six Ships.
This shows how powerful this southern Shaolin is.
Although Xu Xing had killed so many great boxers, there were still five who could stand up and fight against him.
But even these five great boxers, every time they directly fight with Xu Xing, they can only survive one move at most, and they have to withdraw immediately and replace them with someone else.
If not, they would be killed directly by Xu Xing's prepared next move!
Even so, Xu Xing killed only about twenty people out of a team that originally had a total of forty people. It can be said that he killed one person in five steps.
Moreover, as Xu Xing's attacks became more and more violent, the casualties among the monks became more and more severe. Every time he made a move, no matter how his opponent dealt with it, the best outcome would be - broken bones and tendons!
Even two of the five great boxers had their arms broken or their wrists crushed by him, leaving them fighting with injuries.
After a long battle, Xu Xing's physical strength was also exhausted. His fair skin turned reddish, his chest rose and fell much more violently than before, and his breathing became a little heavier.
This is a very dangerous situation for a master. If he is caught in this situation on the battlefield, he needs to evacuate immediately.
But Xu Xing had no such idea at all.
The more he fought, the braver he became, and the more he killed, the crazier he became. Although his attacks were wide open and closed, he did so with a smile on his face and a relaxed attitude, giving people a comfortable and relaxed feeling.
Fawei was also an erudite man who had read Buddhist scriptures and Taoism. When he saw Xu Xing killing people like a swipe of brush and ink, he couldn't help but have a broken poem in his mind:
He picked up the knife with clear murderous intent.
As if he was aware of the fear of Dharma, another long and loud chant came from the stone steps, suppressing the sound of the fierce fighting all over the mountain.
"When you meet a thief, kill a thief..."
Xu Xing recited softly in his mouth, reciting the poem one word at a time, and reciting the poem step by step. After exiting the six words, he had already ascended the six stone steps, and six corpses fell behind him.
These six shots were actually faster and more accurate than before. Even among the more than twenty masters, only five great boxers managed to catch some traces.
An idea came to their minds at the same time.
——This man’s boxing skills have made another breakthrough!
The mountain path is deep and covered with green shade, and there are many forest leaves piled up on the steps. Every step you take slowly will shake up the fallen leaves and floating soil.
Six steps later, before the first pile of forest leaves floated to the ground, another strong wind hit from a high place.
The strong wind carried the forest leaves that were still in the air and flew them backwards, beating the heads and faces of the monks painfully. The pine and cypress branches swayed, making a roaring sound.
They looked up to see where the strong wind was coming from, and saw two great monks flying down from a high place.
The two great monks leaped high into the air with such ferocious momentum that they completely blocked the bright sunlight shining down on the forest path.
It was the two leaders who had just been disabled.
Realizing that Xu Xing was making rapid progress in the bloody battle, the two men, who were already disabled, made the same decision in unison.
They have to sacrifice their lives to create opportunities for others!
Before the person fell, a huge shadow was already hanging down on the spot.
Xu Xing seemed not to notice, raised his left leg, climbed up another step, and chanted again:
"Kill until the roadside is choked with corpses..."
When I read the word "road", centered on the stone step at Xu Xing's feet, a total of three stone steps around him suddenly shattered and fractured, collapsing downwards. The soil on both sides shook violently, revealing the knotted tree roots.
Xu Xing stepped down, which was equivalent to stepping down the three-story staircase to flat ground. On the neatly arranged mountain stone steps, a smooth section about a foot high suddenly appeared.
There was a rumble, and the monks following behind felt like the whole mountain was shaken, and they all staggered, finding it difficult to stand firm.
With this power, Xu Xing was like a divine roc that had gathered enough wind power to ride on the wind. He swept diagonally and passed by the two great monks with a sharp clear whistle.
The two of them were in mid-air, unable to change their moves, and their throats were torn apart by the eagle's claws. They fell to the ground and rolled along the mountain road, like gourds rolling on the ground, all the way to the group of monks.
The power of Xu Xing's charge was almost unbelievable. After killing the two leaders, he also passed through the battle formation composed of these gray-clothed masters, and rushed out twenty or thirty steps at a time.
The only sound heard in the valley was laughter.
"Hide your sleeves and start reading the Book of Immortality!"
After Xu Xing broke out of the encirclement, he climbed another ten steps and stopped when he came to a slightly larger circular platform.
He raised his head, and at the end of his sight, there was a majestic red-painted gate with thick pillars and two blue lion statues on the left and right, with a majestic look.
Behind the gate, you can vaguely see the towering palaces rising one after another. The sunlight shines brightly and reflects the glazed tiles, making it dazzling.
The sudden appearance of such a building in the deep mountains is almost miraculous, and is enough to make ordinary people feel awe.
Looking down like this, it is even more spectacular.
On the winding mountain road leading directly to the gate, there was a tall and thin monk walking down the stone steps.
Compared with the red-painted door above his head and the majestic palace behind him, the figure of this monk is just an insignificant mustard seed.
But the strong impact and shock he brought to Xu Xing was far greater than these magnificent buildings. It can only be described in eight words.
——Unparalleled in heaven and on earth!
Xu Xing shook off the blood on his hands, ignored the many monks coming behind him, and grinned:
"It's really you."
Although he has never seen the Wheel King, Xu Xing also heard Xiao Yu describe the appearance of the Wheel King, and even recognized the Wheel Wheel Sword in his hand.
Xu Xing's upper body and trousers were dyed rich in blood, and the red rope from his hair had been loosened. His long hair was swaying in the wind, like burning flames. Although the heroic face turned white due to the extreme exertion, his eyes were still unruly, giving people a sense of extreme sharpness.
After fighting all the way, although Xu Xing's physical condition declined, his momentum was as high as ever.
"The Black Stone Wheel King and the Abbot of Southern Shaolin are actually the same person, hey!"
Ever since he killed Lian Sheng and Lei Bin, Xu Xing knew that sooner or later he would have a battle with the leader of Black Stone, Wheel King.
He just didn't expect that this battle would come so quickly and suddenly.
No matter what, it’s a life and death battle, the old and new grudges are merged, it’s refreshing!
Facing this thief who broke into the house, Fawei's anger calmed down, he smiled and said with emotion:
"I fought until the roadside was choked with corpses, covered my sleeves and began to read the Book of Immortality. Good sentence, really good sentence. This kind of brave and diligent spirit is rare in the world.
As expected, you are also a master who has carved your own path. Even if they die in your hands, they deserve to die.
Unexpectedly, I have to get rid of the same Taoist priest today. What a pity, what a pity. ”
With Dharmawe's discerning eyes, one can certainly see that Xu Xinglian did not follow the Buddhist and Taoist teachings, but a path he created on his own.
There was no trace of murderous intent in his words, only loneliness and regret that were so strong that they couldn't be dissolved.
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Xu Xing could feel the sincerity in Fawei's words. This was not just pretentious words, but sincerity.
Xu Xing can also understand his thoughts. In this era when the boxing system has not yet been completely perfected and the path to the martial arts sect is hard to find, masters like them who have gone their own way are like sparse stars scattered in the sky. The dark night sky.
Just as Zhu Polong pioneered the method of "combination and refining", Xu Xing created the path of "extreme realm".
No one knows whether his star can become a scorching sun that shines brightly on the universe, but he still tries his best to shine in the darkness, trying to illuminate a region of the sky.
Even if it burns my whole body, I won’t hesitate.
This spirit of overcoming thorns and thorns to open up this mountain forest is what these pioneers have in common.
That's why Fa Wei was so emotional.
From a certain perspective, he and Xu Xing are truly similar.
It was precisely because of this that they made a life-and-death battle pact in just a few words.
The emotion of "things harming their own kind" was put away at first, and Fawei now showed the absolute confidence and domineering befitting the title of "King of Wheels".
He looked down at Xu Xing, raised his sleeves, revealing a dark sword blade, and said calmly:
"Exercise whatever means you have. After you die, I will find someone to pass on your boxing skills."
King Chakravartin's tone is extremely indifferent, but he has an unstoppable strength to do whatever he wants. He really has the air of a holy king who "resides in the four heavens and rules all things".
When he spoke, he revealed a set of fine white teeth, with deep and even teeth and sharp tips as nails.
Among the thirty-two signs of the Buddha, one has forty teeth.
Although he has not yet cultivated forty teeth and cultivated a flawless Buddha body, he still has thirty-six.
But more than his teeth, Xu Xing paid more attention to his fleeting emotion.
Generally speaking, Buddhist masters who are profound in tranquility skills have a state of mind that is as calm as the earth and do not show emotions easily.
But the King of Wheels is different. Since his appearance, Xu Xing has felt anger, emotion, nostalgia, joy and other emotions from his eyes.
However, although these emotions are complex, they are all fleeting. Each emotion exists for a fixed time and is controlled extremely accurately to make it easy to arise and die.
Therefore, although the Chakravartin King's emotions appear to be rich, in fact they are like "passing through thousands of flowers without even a leaf touching him", which is almost heartless.
This method of manipulating emotions and thoughts reminded Xu Xing of the Buddhist scriptures about those demons who could not create their own music, but instead faked their own pleasures and played freely.
To practice the Buddhist Vajra Dharma with the artistic conception of transforming into the free world?
Thinking of the delusional situation he had just encountered, Xu Xing not only was not angry, but also laughed:
"Do you want to swallow the Buddha with a demon? What a crazy monk!"
Strictly speaking, Xu Xing and Wheel King are indeed walking on a similar path, and their boxing styles are all derived from Buddhist artistic conception.
It's just that one wants to fly up with wings and stir up the blue sky, and the other wants to swallow the Buddha with a demon and destroy all dharma.
Xu Xing had a premonition that if he could use the Huntian Fist Intent to extinguish the Buddhist thoughts and demonic thoughts of the Wheel-turning King, then he would be able to pierce the last layer of window paper and truly "punch into the void". In the realm of boxing, He is on par with Zhu Tiandu, the pinnacle of this world!
Of course, this is absolutely true for the Wheel King.
Whether it's for new or old grudges or personal martial arts progress, the two of them have enough reasons to fight to the death.
In that case, what are you waiting for!
Xu Xing saw that Hunter was so happy that he didn't want to say any more. He spread his legs and lunged, and pulled his right hand back to the limit. His whole body exploded. This time, there was not only the sound of breaking strings, but also the vibration of bones. Buzz.
Even Xu Xing's extremely tough skin and fascia were unable to contain this incomparably powerful force, and traces of blood even oozed from his body surface.
This is exactly the inspiration Xu Xing got from Zhu Polong's "combination and refining" method.
On the way to Southern Shaolin, Xu Xing practiced using stone mirrors four times. Although he still couldn't build a body with "slab ribs and ribs", he was able to apply this principle in "shooting with random arrows" to achieve this goal. The martial art of Menquan is transformed from the collapse of the big muscles to generate energy, and transformed into the resonance of the muscles and bones.
Although the power of this modification is greatly increased, the burden on the user's body is far greater than the original version.
It was only after Xu Xing was shocked to death twice in a row that he figured out his own endurance limit, and managed to master it and apply it in actual combat.
Xu Xing laughed loudly and punched him.
"But let's see if your demon is a foot taller, or if someone is going to conquer the demon and destroy the Buddha!"
With this punch, Xu Xing's whole body seemed to be hanging on his right fist, and his body buzzed, making violent sounds of twisting and rubbing of joints and collapse of tendons.
Before the punch reached his body, Chakravartin King's eyebrows were already beating.
He felt that what struck him was not a fist or a person, but a comet trailing a long tail of flames, or like a white rainbow piercing the sky and penetrating the scorching sun.
Comet strikes the moon, white rainbow penetrates the sun!
Stirred by this brutal murderous aura, the Wheel King frowned, and a white hair sprouted from his flesh that was twisted into the Chinese character "Sichuan". It turned right, like the sun in the middle, and faintly emitted a bright jade light.
The thirty-two physical appearances of Buddha, including the white hair!
This crazy monk who calls himself "Zhuan Lun" has really tempered his body to the point where it can show many different appearances!
As soon as the white hair appeared, Chakravartin King's face became calm, and he slashed out with his sword towards Xu Xing.
The sleeves of the robe were rolled back, revealing a palm carved like topaz.
The five fingers of this palm are slender and straight, and all have the pattern of interconnected mantles. The palm is plump and soft, the skin is thin and moist, and it is not stained by dirt. It already possesses five of the thirty-two characteristics.
With such a hand, there is almost no difference between the Tathagata Buddha's hand recorded in Buddhist scriptures.
According to legend, Manjushri Bodhisattva holds the Vajra Dharma Sword, which can cut off all worries and obsessions and destroy all ignorance and ignorance.
How terrifying would it be if Tathagata held a sword? !
Xu Xing was about to verify this answer!
(End of chapter)