Chapter 97 You use your power to bully others, are you the only one with the most Shaolin people? (11,000-word chapter)
Wu Xingyun felt like he had had a long, long dream.
The scenes in the dream are varied and bizarre, but they are always inseparable from a few familiar figures, as well as the same mountain peaks and palaces.
To be precise, two women and two men.
One of the girls was innocent and cute, with gentle eyes, like the warm sunshine in winter, and amiable.
Although the facial features of the other woman were similar to that of the girl just now, her face was abominable and ferocious. She had long arms and legs, long hair and tongue, and bulging eyes, like a wandering female ghost.
Although the two men have different looks, their temperaments are quite similar. They are both cool and elegant, and they are elegant.
It's just that the slightly younger man is cool and gentle, and his eyes are full of affection as the two look at each other.
For some reason, when Wu Xingyun saw this scene, he felt a suffocation in his chest, as if there was an inexplicable energy filling his heart that he couldn't get out.
Although the other man looks younger, his temperament is extremely high, like clouds in the sky, making it difficult to touch.
His appearance was also the vaguest, making Wu Xingyun unable to recall it no matter how he recalled it.
However, today's dream was different.
In a daze, Wu Xingyun found that he was sitting on a futon, and the other three people were sitting beside him. At the same time, he looked at the young man sitting cross-legged on the jade ball in front of him.
His vague face suddenly shook, as if some invisible force had removed the veil, allowing the "truth" to be revealed.
It was indeed a face that matched his temperament. It was flawless and perfect, and could be called unparalleledly handsome. It was simply something that no mortal could possess.
But Wu Xingyun always felt that something was wrong.
After looking at it carefully for a while, she realized that this was because the outline of this person's face was too tough, like the ups and downs of mountains, with a masculine and heroic aura.
After realizing this, Wu Xingyun's eyes suddenly glowed with golden light.
The affectionate couple immediately sat in the golden light and turned into two white bones entangled to death.
The man on the jade bed stretched his waist, raised his legs and stepped forward, coming to the disgusting-looking long-haired woman.
He lightly slapped it down with his palm, and the man's graceful figure exploded on the spot. Blood and water spattered, and his bones and flesh were turned into mud. The scene was extremely bloody.
Wu Xingyun stared at all this in a daze, feeling mixed emotions in his heart, his brain was like paste, but his body could not make any movement, and his hands and feet were uncontrollable and cold.
Now, she and the young man, who was covered in blood and looked like the devil from hell, were the only ones left in this palace.
Wu Xingyun saw the man walking towards her step by step, and every step seemed to match the beat and rhythm of her heart.
Every time the man took a step to the ground, Wu Xingyun's heart would beat harder and harder, as if he wanted to break open his chest and throw himself into his arms.
Five steps later, Wu Xingyun's cold face was as pale as gold paper, and his breathing was short and rapid, which made people feel pitiful.
Her spirit and body were almost completely crushed by this overwhelming and overwhelming sense of oppression.
I saw the golden light getting brighter and brighter, and then heard the chaotic and complicated sounds coming from my ears:
"There is so much suffering in the world, so many difficulties in practice, and you will never be able to escape from the sinking and struggling. Only by taking refuge in my Buddha can you transcend the sea of suffering and reach the other shore!"
"The sea of suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, take refuge! Take refuge! Take refuge!"
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately!"
In the real world, Xu Xing and Wu Xingyun sit cross-legged face to face.
He held his hand full of wish seals and condensed his mind into a small golden sun between his eyebrows. It rotated slowly, seeming to echo the scorching sun in the sky, attracting the sunlight and draping it on Wu Xingyun's body.
Jiumozhi sat behind Wu Xingyun, while Liang Dian and Cai Kuang sat cross-legged on the left and right sides of Wu Xingyun respectively. The three of them chanted Tantric mantras, and lifelike phantoms of Buddhas appeared above their heads.
The rest of the people looked at it and had to admit that these tantric monks' tricks of pretending to be magical were indeed second to none in the world.
Regardless of the efficacy, just the appearance is enough to make ordinary people kneel down and kowtow.
In the space of consciousness, Wu Xingyun suddenly felt in a trance, feeling that the inexplicably familiar man in front of him seemed to be extracted from the human body and became a Buddha.
Although there is no trace of the Buddha's characteristics, there is no relic head, drooping shoulders and ears, and there is no thirty-two characteristics of the Buddha's body.
But just by standing there, Wu Xingyun knew that he was really a Buddha.
The Buddha glanced at Wu Xingyun with a plain yet compassionate look and said nothing. However, she smelled the fresh fragrance and bursts of Sanskrit chanting.
Wu Xingyun's heart was filled with excitement as he was shocked by the Buddhist music and chanting. He felt as if the evil thoughts and sneaky desires in his heart were dug out alive and placed in front of him, looking so ugly and unbearable, covered in blood.
She felt a sharp pain that seemed to penetrate her whole body, coming from her chest and abdomen.
Wu Xingyun groaned, and his beautiful body curled up on the futon, like a charming and beautiful snake full of temptation, and memories poured out from the wound like a tide.
Only then did Wu Xingyun realize that the Xiaoyao sect was already gone.
The respected master Xiaoyaozi disappeared, his beloved junior sister Li Canghai died, his hated junior brother Wuyazi died, and the hated bitch Li Qiushui also died.
In the end, she failed to use her "Bahuangliuhe Sovereign Skill" to surpass the "Beiming Divine Skill". In the end, all her obsessions in this life came to nothing.
Even if she is alive, she is just a lonely ghost, haunting the remnants of the past, constantly reminiscing about old times, but she can never go back.
The pain did not break Wu Xingyun, and the Sanskrit sound did not stain Wu Xingyun, but the cruel and realistic truth finally made her unable to bear it, even unable to face it.
Wu Xingyun has one and only one choice now:
She suppressed the pain, raised her head, and looked up at the Buddha who radiated infinite Buddha light and had compassionate eyes. Her shoulders trembled and she shed tears as she said:
"I want to take refuge, I want to take refuge."
Hearing this, Jiumozhi and others outside breathed a sigh of relief.
They knew that this was a sign that the other party's spirit was showing signs of weakness.
In front of a great master like Xu Xing who diligently cultivates mental skills and is proficient in divine attacks, such an obvious flaw is revealed. It can be said that this time the transformation has been 99% successful.
It is quite laborious to baptize a master like Wu Xingyun who is one of the best in the world, even if Jiumozhi and others are just assisting.
Now that they see success in sight and can avoid a torture, the three of them are naturally happy.
However, to the surprise of the three masters, Xu Xing rejected the other party's request.
"No."
He pointed at Wu Xingyun's eyebrows and said solemnly:
"My true Dharma is a Dharma that enters the world. How can you learn it since you have never entered the world?"
Wu Xingyun asked urgently:
"How to obtain the true teachings of the master?"
Xu Xing smiled slightly and said softly:
"Raise the murder knife fiercely, and pull out the living means easily. Fight with courage, kill the Buddha when you meet him, bully the ten saints with every step, open your mouth to swallow the three extremes, and the world will be overturned!"
He spoke these words extremely slowly, as if a very patient teacher was enlightening the children. Wu Xingyun could hear every word very clearly.
But beneath that amiable appearance, there was a tidal wave of coldness rushing in.
It seemed that under the skin was an extremely ferocious beast, opening its bloody mouth, trying to swallow the sky and the earth!
Wu Xingyun screamed and rolled to the ground, covering his head with his hands, shaking.
Not only Wu Xingyun, who was undergoing the transformation, but also the other three masters who were assisting in the transformation, also groaned, unable to keep their thoughts pure, and fell out of concentration.
The images of gods and Buddhas that were transformed from visualization methods disintegrated inch by inch, turning into an illusory golden rain of light that fell into the forest.
The faces of the three masters were a little pale, and they were obviously greatly shocked. However, when they looked at Xu Xing, the culprit, there was not only no resentment or resentment in their eyes, but deep respect.
When they have practiced Tantric Buddhism to this level, they can more or less feel that the images of gods and Buddhas they visualize are not actually noble existences that transcend the world and overlook the mortal world, but are concrete images condensed in the minds of all living beings.
But knowing that, it does not mean that they can get rid of the influence of the original image.
This is also a paradox.
People who don't understand the truth are more likely to be superstitious, but people who understand it more deeply are entangled with it and can't get rid of it.
This is a difficulty that almost all concepts will face later on, but Xu Xing showed them the roughest, simplest and most direct way.
——Use pure and strong will and belief to force a breakthrough.
Jiumozhi had known for a long time that Xu Xingnai was a living Buddha and was not much surprised, but Liang Dian and Cai Kuang were inexplicably horrified.
——They simply can’t imagine how confident the person in front of them is to be able to condense a strong spiritual will that is unmoved by external objects?
Although Qiao Feng and others did not know the specific process, they could feel that there seemed to be some kind of change, so they immediately came together and surrounded the four of them.
Qiao Feng himself even came to Liang Dian and Cai Kuang, who were in the worst condition. He supported the two brothers and asked quickly:
"Brothers, what went wrong?"
Liang Dian and Cai Kuang looked at each other with wry smiles.
They shook their heads at Qiao Feng, staggered to their feet while being supported, and then respectfully clasped their hands to Xu Xing, lowered their eyebrows and lowered their heads, and said in unison sincerely:
"Thank you, Master Xu, for passing on the Dharma."
Xu Xing also clasped his hands together and returned the salute, feeling a little embarrassed.
"I was reckless, and I caused trouble for both of you."
In fact, Xu Xing was already used to teaching people the Dharma in the world of the Ming Dynasty. He gave many lectures in this world, and taught martial arts heart to heart to Yan Zhao Jiumozhi and others.
Logically speaking, he is also a master at this, so there shouldn't be any problems. However, it was Xu Xing's first time to cooperate with others, and he was a little unsure about the endurance of Liang Dian and Cai Kuang. After all, something happened. Some mistakes.
Liang Dian smiled bitterly and said:
"It's because we are not good at learning and it has nothing to do with Master Xu, let alone..."
His eyes were burning, and there was uncontrollable excitement in his voice:
"If you can see Master Xu's methods, what are some minor troubles?"
Cai Kuangben was still experiencing the feelings just now. When he heard what Liang Dian said, he opened his eyes and nodded heavily to Xu Xing, with a look of shame on his face.
From the words of the two mages, everyone could hear that at least the ceremony had not failed, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, Wu Xingyun stood up holding his head.
Her face is as cold as before, but the five-petal bright red plum blossom between her eyebrows has been dyed into a brilliant gold, exuding a pure Buddhist charm, adding a soft and compassionate temperament.
Wu Xingyun raised his head, looked at Xu Xing, bit his red lips, and said in an extremely complicated tone:
"You... why do you have to waste so much time?"
Wu Xingyun could feel that what Xu Xing just imposed on himself was not any restriction, nor did he use his extraordinary spiritual power to anoint himself into the Tantric "Tiannu Mingfei".
What Xu Xing did was very simple, he just opened up his martial arts and thoughts to Wu Xingyun without reservation, and simply imposed a mental restriction on her.
——As long as Wu Xingyun has the slightest thought of harming others and benefiting himself, Xu Xing will sense it and punish her, giving her a splitting headache.
However, on the other hand, as long as Wu Xingyun can be sincere in martial arts and learn the gifts left by Xu Xing, he can break through this restriction on his own.
In her opinion, this was more of a test than a restraint.
It can even be said to be an unimaginable gift.
Before he fell into coma, Wu Xingyun completely regarded Xu Xing as the kind of demonic figure who would plunder women's essence wantonly with the help of secret magic powers.
At that moment, she almost despaired of life.
——This is why Wu Xingyun's spiritual world is so easily broken through.
Therefore, she did not expect that after she woke up, instead of being made into a concubine for people to practice, she would actually receive such a great fortune for nothing.
This sharp contrast made Wu Xingyun a little overwhelmed.
Recalling the image of Xu Xing in the conscious space, this feeling of being at a loss turned into an indescribable complex mood.
The most fundamental reason is that with her temperament and experience, she simply cannot understand why Xu Xing would go to such great lengths and spend so much money on a captive like herself?
Wu Xingyun asked himself, if he were to change places, he would definitely not do anything unnecessary. Instead, he would plant a life and death talisman for Xu Xing, directly making him unable to live or die.
Facing Wu Xingyun's complicated eyes, Xu Xing didn't take it seriously and just wrote lightly:
"I have never had the hobby of enslaving other people. Even if I want to punish you, I won't be so simple and crude. That's fine.
And..."
He looked at Wu Xingyun and smiled softly:
"With your talent, if you could put aside these useless thoughts, you would have made greater achievements in martial arts. In this case, why should I help you?
In this world, it will always be more interesting if there is one more master who has his own path.
What's more, you are a member of my Xiaoyao sect. As the leader, I must clearly distinguish rewards and punishments.
Blindly punishing you is nothing more than making one more enemy. If that's really the case, then why don't I just beat you to death, which would save you all this trouble. ”
When Xu Xing said this, it was completely natural and justified.
Not only Wu Xingyun, but everyone from Qiao Feng on down who heard these words couldn't help but feel reverence for Xu Xing and realized that the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect was indeed a heroic hero.
Yue Fei, who had just become a disciple, was even more excited after hearing this.
Wu Xingyun took a deep look at Xu Xing, and the injustice and resentment in his heart finally disappeared.
In any case, she had to admit that the new leader's courage and style were indeed the only ones she had ever seen in her life.
——Following such a person and co-founding the Xiaoyao Sect is not considered an insult to oneself.
Thinking of this, Wu Xingyun let out a long sigh, finally lowered his proud head that was always held high, as if he looked down upon the heroes of the world, and said sincerely:
"I am convinced if you become the leader."
Xu Xing just smiled:
"Let's go. If it's really what I think, I'm afraid Shaolin will be impatient. We might as well come to the door in person to congratulate the great monks."
When they arrived at the foot of Songshan Mountain, it was already the night of the eighth day of September.
It's late autumn now, and everything in the world is particularly desolate, even a little desolate.
Xu Xing turned around and smiled at everyone:
"It's not good to knock on the door with great fanfare. Brother Qiao, it's up to you and me to find out first."
Qiao Feng obviously understood what Xu Xing meant, he raised his eyebrows and said:
"In this case, should I pretend to be more seriously injured?"
Xu Xing knew that although Qiao Feng seemed to have a rough appearance, he was actually a very careful person, otherwise he would not be qualified for the position of chief gang leader. He was not too surprised and just smiled and said:
"If this can be done, that would be great."
After saying that, Xu Xing looked at the dozen masters who were traveling with him and cupped his fists:
"Everyone, please wait and see my signal. If we really want to break into Shaolin, your help will be indispensable."
Although he knew that what Xu Xing said was a modest speech, given his status and martial arts skills, being able to say such humble speech was undoubtedly a huge recognition for everyone.
What's more, which martial arts practitioner has never thought about weighing the weight of Wudang and Shaolin?
After all, this is an achievement that even Chu Kuangren and Yan Kuangtu, who once fought alone in the world and was known as the "first madman in the martial arts world", failed to achieve!
Now there is Xu Xing, a strong man who is invincible in the world, taking the lead, and the rest are also ambitious masters who want to challenge themselves.
If it can really be done, maybe they will be famous throughout the history of martial arts!
Therefore, even Zhang San's dad and Tie Shou, who had the most aloof temperament, laughed and returned Xu Xing's fists.
Xiao Jianseng and others are even more gearing up.
They had spent a lot of time with Xu Xing these days, and they also knew that although the leader of Xiaoyao looked like a heavenly being and seemed to be isolated from the world, he was actually quite talkative and easy-going, and he also liked to joke. They all shouted:
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"Master Xu, remember to let me go first!"
Xiao Jianseng screamed the loudest and talked the most about his life. Duan Yu recalled Jiumozhi's proud attitude of challenging the heroes alone in Tianlong Temple that day, and directly named him by name:
"Brothers, please don't rush to be the first. I have recently comprehended the Six Meridians Divine Sword and have a profound understanding of it.
Let the younger brother go into battle first. Even though he can't deal with the top masters of the Tianzi generation, it is still easy to pick a Xuan...Xuanyin Xuansheng Xuanbei. ”
Fortunately, although this kid was eager to express himself, he still remembered that Xuan Ku was Qiao Feng's mentor. He finally swallowed the word "Ku" that was about to come out and replaced it with several other eminent monks who were not very good at Xuan. .
Aunt Laughing is also a person who likes to cause trouble. When her junior brother said this, she even slapped her belly, her fat undulated like waves, and said with a smile:
"Junior brother, although your swordsmanship is high, your internal strength is still weak after all. It's better for senior sister to take the lead and beat Xuan Di, Xuan Ji Xuan Ci and give you a test first."
The crowd started to make a fuss again, and even Su Mengzhen, who had always been calm and deep, was a little moved. In the chatter, all the famous monks of the Xuan generation in Shaolin were criticized by them.
If they are eager to fight, then the three tantric masters Jiumozhi, Liang Dian, and Cai Kuang are full of fighting spirit and fighting spirit.
The entanglement between Tantric Buddhism and Zen Buddhism cannot be explained in a few sentences, but any Tantric Buddhism master undoubtedly has the idea of overthrowing Shaolin, the so-called ancestral home of Zen Buddhism.
As the three of them were, they naturally not only targeted these monks of the Xuan generation, but also wanted to challenge the few eminent monks of the previous generation who were said to be sitting in the pagodas behind the mountains, meditating alone.
Only the war monk who had studied martial arts in Shaolin saw them like this. He opened his mouth several times, hesitated to speak, and finally remained silent.
——After all, how to treat Shaolin depends on what role they played in this matter.
If Shaolin really participated in the hunt for Qiao Feng as Xu Xing thought, then even if Zhan Monk still had old feelings for Shaolin, he would not let these thieves go - even though he himself didn't grow his hair much. After making a plan, everyone dispersed and headed into the Song Mountain ahead.
Although there are many masters in the Shaolin Temple, among them, the ones with the worst martial arts skills are top-notch figures who are so powerful that they silence the black and white circles. Naturally, it is not a problem to hide them from the eyes and ears of ordinary disciples.
In fact, on a normal day, even if they don't use force, the Shaolin Temple would not dare to show any slights based on the status and background of this group of people.
Zhang Sanba, Su Mengzhen, Tie Shou, Zhui Ming, Jiumozhi and others were even more distinguished guests who needed the abbot to greet them personally.
Xu Xing supported Qiao Feng, who was pretending to be seriously injured, and walked towards Songshan Mountain without any cover.
As soon as we arrived at the foot of the mountain, we saw a towering mountain gate, guarded by two monks in gray clothes.
Seeing a figure in front of them, the two sleepy monks quickly cheered up and approached.
After getting closer, they discovered that the person who came was an overly handsome young man, and a burly man with a golden face who exuded a strong smell of blood, looked tired at the corners of his eyes and brows.
One of the monks immediately showed compassion when he saw Qiao Feng in such miserable condition. He wanted to go up and help Xu Xing support his body, but was stopped by another slightly older, middle-aged monk in gray.
This middle-aged monk had also gone down the mountain and traveled through the world, and had a lot of experience. Just by looking at the appearance and demeanor of Xu Xing and Qiao Feng, you knew that the person coming here must be a famous figure in the martial arts.
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——Having fame means trouble.
What's more, one of them was so seriously injured?
The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice:
"Namo Amitabha, this is already the gate of Shaolin Mountain. May I ask the donor why you are here?"
Xu Xing said urgently:
"This is the leader of the Beggar Clan, Qiao. The leader was framed by a traitor and was seriously injured. I would like to ask your temple to lend a helping hand and help me and others."
"Chief Qiao?!"
Hearing this, both monks were shocked.
The fact that the chief leader of the Beggar Clan is a Khitan secret has been widely spread in the martial arts community these days, and the two of them have naturally heard about it.
I just didn't expect that the Beggar Gang would find the Shaolin Temple to ask for help.
Looking at Qiao Feng's appearance again, they were already convinced. If Gang Leader Qiao hadn't been in person, how could he be so heroic?
When the young monk heard the name Qiao Feng, he ignored the middle-aged monk's obstruction and went over to help Xu Xing support him.
"Senior brother, after all, Gang Leader Qiao once studied in Shaolin, and the disciples of the Beggar Clan have taken great care of Shaolin. How can we just sit back and watch at this time?"
When the middle-aged monk heard this, he also felt that this was the truth, but he was cautious by nature after all, and asked again:
"This is Gang Leader Qiao, what about you...?
Among all the helmsmen of the Beggar Clan, I’m afraid there is no one as handsome as you. Can you please leave your name? ”
Xu Xing opened his mouth and came:
"I am the crown prince of Zhennan in Dali, a disciple of Master Lazy Cham from the Zizai Sect, and a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect who teaches and protects the Dharma. Duan Yu is also the one who has met the master."
When these series of titles were announced, the middle-aged monk couldn't help but be shocked.
After the Battle of Tianlong Temple, the Battle of Wuliang Mountain, and the Battle of Chaotian Villa, Duan Yu, the successor of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, has attracted the attention of many people in the martial arts world because of his outstanding achievements and profound background, and has become a famous figure in the world. A sudden and rising supernova.
Just like the Duan Clan Tianlong Temple in Dali, the Xiaoyao Sect and the Zizi Sect are all super strong men who are in charge, with numerous masters and well-organized inheritance. Even a middle-aged monk backed by a towering sect like Shaolin cannot easily offend them.
What's more, Duan Yu's own martial arts and swordsmanship are all instant choices. Just defeating the "Seven Ultimate Swords" with one against seven is enough to establish his identity as the number one swordsman of the younger generation.
The middle-aged monk looked up and down Xu Xing, who called himself "Duan Yu", and had to admit that he was indeed from the Xiaoyao sect and had good manners and demeanor.
The middle-aged monk even sighed in his heart, he didn't expect that a wild place like Dali could produce such talents and beautiful jade?
He clasped his hands towards Xu Xing and his smile became warm:
"It turns out that Mr. Duan of Dali, the contemporary successor of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, was disrespectful and disrespectful to his face."
Because his mind was full of random thoughts, the middle-aged monk did not notice that after he said these words, there was a slight shaking in the trees on both sides of the mountain road.
On the contrary, the young monk, if he felt something, took a look there, but in the end he found nothing unusual.
Xu Xing and Qiao Feng both noticed this and secretly glanced at each other, surprised. They knew that although this young monk looked unattractive, he was actually extremely honest and possessed of authentic internal energy. He was by no means an ordinary person.
The young monk obviously had little experience in martial arts, so he just thought it was a rumor. After looking at it for a while, he came to Xu Xing and helped him support Qiao Feng. Then he looked at the middle-aged monk, took the initiative to speak, and sincerely advised:
"Brother, Gang Leader Qiao is the righteous leader of the world, and he also studied in Shaolin. He must have been framed by Cai Jing and other traitors. How can we stand by and watch at such a critical moment?"
The middle-aged monk also had a good impression of Qiao Feng and didn't think he was really a Khitan masterpiece.
But he also understood one thing. Qiao Feng's matter was very involved. With Shaolin's current transcendent status, if he got involved hastily, it would be harmful rather than beneficial...
Moreover, the attitudes of the three heads of the Bodhidharma Academy, the Discipline Academy, and the Arhat Hall, as well as the abbot Xuanci, are extremely dark and unpredictable.
In fact, since Qiao Feng's accident, many Shaolin disciples who had an old relationship with him wanted to go down the mountain to help him, but Abbot Xuanci refused.
Therefore, the middle-aged monk hesitated for a moment and said:
"The matter involving Gang Leader Qiao is very involved, and it is difficult for a poor monk to make the decision. He must go and ask for instructions."
After saying that, he nodded to the young monk, turned around and walked towards the mountain. The young monk smiled at Xu Xing and said:
"Master Duan, Gang Leader Qiao, please wait a moment."
Xu Xing and Qiao Feng had already sensed something fishy from the middle-aged monk's attitude.
But they also discovered that at least the two monks guarding the mountain didn't have much ill intentions towards Qiao Feng.
Knowing the whole story at a glance shows that at least within Shaolin, the identity of Qiao Feng's Khitan has not been completely concluded.
In this way, the hesitation that appeared on the middle-aged monk's eyebrows is worth pondering.
Therefore, the two of them did not act rashly, but really stayed at the foot of the mountain and waited.
During this process, Xu Xing looked at the young monk carefully.
I saw this man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a big flat nose, ears that stick out from the wind, thick lips, and a rather ugly appearance.
A closer look at the gray cloth monk's robe showed that it had many patches, but it was very clean and exuded a strong sandalwood fragrance.
Xu Xing looked at this distinctive appearance, suddenly thought of a person, and asked:
"The young master is full of passion. He doesn't look like someone from outside the country. He looks like a hero of chivalry like me. Dare you ask for the Dharma name?"
The young monk blushed immediately after being praised by "Master Duan". He stretched out his hand, scratched his bald head in embarrassment, and said shyly:
"The poor monk's Buddhist name is Xu Zhu. He has met Mr. Duan and Gang Leader Qiao."
It is indeed Xu Zhu!
Xu Xing nodded, and suddenly said with emotion:
"There are people like the little master in Shaolin, which shows that the family tradition is not bad to the core. It is a blessing for you, and it is even more fortunate for Shaolin."
Xu Zhu was shocked, thinking that this "Master Duan" was so loud and arrogant that he dared to comment on Shaolin Temple like this.
Fortunately, he is an honest and honest person, and he has read Buddhist scriptures all over, so he will not be ignorant and angry because of a few words. He just feels that "Mr. Duan"'s attitude of holding his head high and pointing out the country is really a bit...
Xu Zhu thought for a long time and couldn't think of how to describe it. He just felt that he was similar to his extremely mysterious master to a certain extent.
It seems that what people like them say, no matter how arrogant it sounds, is the most correct truth.
Qiao Feng also nodded, feeling a little relieved:
"Now it seems that even if you want to look for it, you only need to look for those few people."
Xu Xing did not comment on this, but looked at Xu Zhu again and said with a smile:
"My young master's martial arts skills are so pure and honest. In my opinion, I'm afraid it's not something that ordinary people can train.
There are indeed hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the Shaolin Temple, and they have a profound foundation. Dare you ask for the name of the revered master? ”
Xu Zhu was surprised again. He didn't expect that "Mr. Duan"'s eyesight could be so good.
You know, even the few masters of the Xuan generation who have interacted with him on a daily basis cannot see the fact that he possesses superior internal strength.
But this year, "Master Duan", who is not as young as the weak champion, can see fire clearly, and he is worthy of being the first-class romantic figure in the martial arts world.
He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, clasped his hands together, and said ashamedly:
"Monks don't tell lies, and young monks don't know the name of the Master."
Even if Xu Zhu didn't say anything, Xu Xing already had a choice in mind.
To say that the most mysterious master in the Shaolin Temple, who doesn't like to show off his skills, is probably the only one.
Thinking of this, his long hair actually showed some signs of windlessness, and his eyes looking at Songshan were also filled with excitement and feelings that could not be described by outsiders.
Ever since he killed Ling Luoshi, used the four-door method of the screen to practice "Mani Zhu", and used the "Tianyu Qigong" to achieve the "Kunpeng True Form", Xu Xing has not encountered an opponent truly worthy of his full strength for a long time.
Even he himself didn't know how high his martial arts had reached in this world.
However, there is no doubt that if Xu Zhu's master is really that person, then he is definitely qualified to let Xu Xing fight with all his strength and fight!
While the three of them were talking, the middle-aged monk had already walked all the way to the outside of the Main Hall.
The rest of the brothers knew that he was the person guarding the mountain today. Seeing him walking in a hurry, they understood that something was going on at the foot of the mountain, so they did not dare to disturb him.
Just as the middle-aged monk was about to enter, he was stopped by an old monk with all white hair.
"The abbot is meditating in seclusion. If you need something, please tell me."
The middle-aged monk recognized that the other party was Xuan Shi of the Xuan generation and a confidant of the abbot, so he stopped, clasped his hands together, hesitated for a while, and then whispered:
"Some people just came to pay homage to the mountain. They are Mr. Qiao, the leader of the Beggar Clan, and Mr. Duan Yu, the son of the Duan clan in Dali."
When Xuan Shi heard this, his eyes flickered for a moment, he looked around, and then he lowered his voice and asked:
"Just the two of them?"
The middle-aged monk noticed that Xuan Shi's tone was different. He huffed, but nodded and admitted:
"Exactly."
Xuan Shi took a step forward and asked quickly:
"How is Qiao Feng's injury?"
The middle-aged monk had obviously thought about this question and answered without thinking:
"The two of them were walking in a hurry. Gang Leader Qiao was seriously injured. I'm afraid there are still pursuers behind him..."
After receiving this crucial information, Xuan Shi just hummed and ordered him:
"I understand. If you go to Xuan Gu, Xuan Yin, Xuan Sheng, and Xuan Zhi, tell them that Qiao Feng is here.
Then go to Brother Xuannan, the head of Bodhidharma Academy, and ask him to gather the eighteen stick monks, and we will go down the mountain together.
Do it secretly, go back quickly, don't let Xuan Ku know about it. ”
The middle-aged monk's expression changed drastically when he heard this, and he said calmly:
"Elder, after all, Gang Leader Qiao is respected as a righteous person in the world. Isn't it a bit embarrassing for us to add insult to injury like this..."
Xuan Shi glanced at him. Just one glance made the middle-aged monk feel awe-inspiring. He didn't dare to say anything and did it immediately.
Xuan Shi was about to step forward when he heard a deep voice coming from the Main Hall:
"Just drive them away. Don't hurt anyone's life. If you are willing to leave, then give Gang Leader Qiao some more money and escort him for a while."
Xuan Shi turned his head, put his hands together and bowed deeply towards the Main Hall:
"Disciple understands."
At the foot of the mountain, Xu Xing suddenly smiled, quite cheerfully.
He turned his head, looked at Qiao Feng, and said with emotion:
"Brother Qiao, it seems that you and I are not immune to this fate after all."
After Xu Xing finished speaking, Qiao Feng also heard the noise coming from the distance, and his expression darkened.
He could tell that there were probably no fewer than twenty Shaolin monks rushing in from a distance.
If it was just to receive the two of them, there would be no need to arrange such a battle. It's easy to know what Shaolin's intentions were.
After a while, Xu Zhu also heard the sound of dense footsteps.
Although he was inexperienced and honest, he was not an idiot. He was also touched by the turbulent atmosphere in the temple these days, so he volunteered to guard the mountain gate.
However, Xu Zhu never expected that the abbot and the three leaders would do things so absolutely.
Xu Zhu took a deep breath, and actually stood in front of Xu Xing and Qiao Feng, and whispered:
"Gang Leader Qiao, Mr. Duan, you go first, I'll hold them back. This incident is partly caused by me, so naturally it must be resolved by my hands, and the reputation of the temple must not be ruined."
Xu Xing and Qiao Feng looked at each other again and laughed.
Although Xu Zhu didn't know why, seeing the two of them laughing so happily, he was actually infected by the laughter, and slowly let go of his worries, even showing a silly smile.
While the three of them were laughing, they saw eighteen figures in gray, led by five old monks, rushing from the top of the mountain.
Although the leading old monk had white beard and hair, he was born majestic and majestic. His hands were as big as cattail fans, his steps were steady, and his physique was far stronger than the others.
Although the other old monks have different faces, they all have extraordinary achievements. They are all eminent monks of the Xuan generation.
The eighteen middle-aged monks were all holding water-milled iron rods, their eyes were solemn, their aura was solemn, and they had an extraordinary sense of oppression.
Xu Zhu could recognize that the five people leading the team were all among the Xuan Zi generation, and they were also considered to be top-notch Xuan Shi and others.
The eighteen monks are martial arts masters who diligently practice the "Arhat Renwang Stick" in the Bodhidharma Academy. Although their internal skills are still shallow, their actual combat abilities are quite impressive. Even ordinary monks of the Xuan generation can't easily deal with them.
If these eighteen people join forces and form the "Eighteen Arhat Formation", even a figure like the Abbot of Shaolin will not be able to break free if he is trapped in the formation.
Xu Zhu immediately looked anxious and turned around, wanting to let "Mr. Duan" and Qiao Feng go first, but saw that the two of them were still calm and unmoving.
It seemed that those who came were not twenty-three eminent Shaolin monks with extraordinary martial arts, capable of defeating second-rate gangsters, but twenty-three ordinary ordinary people who could not be more ordinary.
After the old monk came down, he glared at Xu Zhu angrily, then looked at Xu Xing. After discovering that Qiao Feng was indeed seriously injured, a hint of unnoticeable joy flashed across his eyes, his eyebrows raised, and he said in a deep voice:
"The identity of Gang Leader Qiao is unknown now. Please forgive me for not being able to receive him in this temple. However, in memory of past friendship, the abbot specifically ordered us to escort Gang Leader Qiao for a while to avoid being poisoned by traitors on the way."
"Escort?!"
Even Xu Zhu, who has only as little experience in martial arts as Xu Zhu, could hear the bad intentions in the old monk's words. Regardless of the gap in status between the two of them, he immediately stood up and said excitedly:
"Elder Xuanshi!"
Before Xu Zhu finished speaking, a big hand pressed on his shoulder. Xu Xing walked out from behind him, looked at the more than 20 monks, and smiled:
"Everyone, if we don't leave, what will happen to you?"
Xuan Shi was not surprised by Xu Xing's choice. He could see at a glance that the person in front of him was not someone who would give up easily, not to mention that "Duan Yu"'s record and background were well known to the world.
Based on his age and martial arts, if he were to force him to retreat with just one word, Xuan Shi would have to wonder whether this person was actually Mr. Duan.
Therefore, Xuan Shi breathed a sigh of relief and said solemnly:
"If the two donors insist on going up the mountain, don't blame us for being ruthless!"
Xu Xing looked at them and smiled:
"What, the rule of Shaolin is to use your power to bully others?"
Xuan Shi's face has been cultivated for decades and is as thick as a city wall. How could he be shaken by words? He just clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes:
"If you two are aggressive, although we don't want to be angry, we have to accompany you."
But he never mentioned the use of more to bully the less.
Seeing Xuan Shi being so shameless, Xu Zhu felt anger filling his chest, but Xu Xing was not angry at all, he just laughed and praised:
"Okay! The Shaolin Temple has sent out such a lineup to deal with the two of us. The person in charge is indeed decisive. Using more to bully the less and using strength to bully others is the right path in martial arts. It is good for you to understand this. ”
After praising him, Xu Xing shook his head again, held his head high and said proudly:
"You understand this, why don't I?"
Hearing these words, Xuan Shi suddenly felt a strong warning sign in his heart. Before he could look back, he heard a burst of noise in the forest:
"What a Shaolin Temple, it really opened my eyes today!"
Before he finished speaking, Tie Shou and others rushed out one after another and surrounded the more than 20 people. Their eyes were full of excitement when they looked at the Shaolin masters, and they were gearing up to compete with each other:
"Brother Xiao, this old monk is good. Whatever you say, you have to leave it to me."
Xiao Jianseng pressed the knife with his right hand and rolled his eyes:
“We’ll wait until we can get it.”
Su Mengzhen also held down her red-sleeved sword, her eyes dark and cold as she wandered around the monks.
Xuan Shi and other eminent monks of the Xuan generation immediately changed their expressions. After just a cursory glance, they discovered that there were many familiar faces among them.
Zhang Sanba, Liang Dian, and Cai Kuang from the Beggar Clan, as well as Su, the owner of Jinfeng Xiaoyu House, are also there, as well as the Iron Hand God Catcher, the Life-Chasing God Catcher, Shen Huchan, and the War Monk? !
Although the rest of the people in Shaolin are not familiar with them, they can feel that their martial arts are better than those of ordinary monks of the Xuan generation. They are directly on par with the leaders of Bodhidharma Academy and Luohan Hall, and even surpass them.
There was only one Yue Fei, whose martial arts was slightly weaker, but being among this group of people gave people a sense of inscrutability.
Xuan Shi even noticed that among them was a beautiful woman with a cold appearance and an extraordinary temperament.
When he saw this extremely distinctive face and felt the unfathomable aura, he couldn't help but take a breath.
——No way, is that really the one? !
Being surrounded by such a group of masters, no matter how courageous the Shaolin people are, they can't help but feel frightened.
They usually rely on their Shaolin heritage to bully the minority, but have they ever been surrounded like this?
Xuan Shi glanced at Qiao Feng and asked with a trembling voice:
"Qiao, Gang Leader Qiao, what are you doing?"
Qiao Feng was too lazy to speak at all. Xu Xing remembered the scene when he went to Southern Shaolin and was besieged. Looking at this scene now, he felt even more proud.
He laughed ferociously and waved his hand:
"I've wanted to say it for a long time, you know how to bully the few when there are more people, right? Hit me!"
(End of chapter)