Chapter 182

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 Chapter 182 Jiumozhi who is pretending to be beeping

"Listen to what the National Master said, is there really anyone in the world who is proficient in my seventy-two Shaolin skills?"

At this time, standing opposite Jiumozhi, a monk with a big face and big ears on the left said with a smile.

Lin Fan looked around.

Opposite Jiumozhi, stood three monks.

Needless to say.

Standing in the middle is probably the Shaolin abbot Xuanci. He has a kind face and kind eyes, and looks like an eminent monk.

However, Lin Fan felt sick when he thought of what Ye Erniang had done and his relationship with Xuanci.

I snorted in my heart.

Xuanci cannot escape the blame for the sins committed by Ye Erniang.

"good."

Jiumozhi nodded with a smile, looking enigmatic.

"Haha, let me ask the Imperial Master, who is this great hero you are talking about?"

The great monk couldn't help but have a trace of ridicule on his face.

“I really don’t deserve the words “great hero”!

Jiumozhi smiled modestly.

"Are you talking about you?"

The great monk was stunned, obviously being impressed by Jiumozhi's manipulation.

"It's the poor monk." Jiumozhi chuckled.

At this time.

The Shaolin monk standing on the right side of Xuanci smiled and said: "Master, you are not from the Shaolin Temple. Among the seventy-two unique skills, the Maha Finger, Prajna Palm and Diamond Fist have never been taught to outsiders. How could the Master learn them?"

"The young monk dare not speak out arrogant words, so he still asks Master Xuan Sheng for advice!"

Jiumozhi's face darkened.

Then, he spun around and flew to the side of the incense cauldron.

I saw Jiumozhi sweeping his legs, and immediately, the Xiangding was hit high into the sky.

Under the shocked eyes of everyone, Jiumozhi leaned under the incense cauldron and punched the air far away.

"clang!"

The incense cauldron made a crisp sound, and the incense ashes scattered inside the cauldron.

The fallen incense cauldron was thrown high into the sky again.

"Donkey Kong Fist Technique!"

Master Xuansheng looked shocked.

"Bravo!"

Suddenly, the monks in the surrounding Shaolin Temple couldn't help but whisper.

Everyone looked at Jiumozhi with shocked expressions.

But Jiumozhi didn't stop and stamped his foot. Suddenly the stone slab cracked. Jiumozhi flew up and chased the flying incense cauldron.

Then, he slapped it with one palm.

"bump!"

I saw a clear palm print left on the incense cauldron.

"Prajna Palm!"

The big-eared monk had a look of disbelief on his face.

This is not over yet.

After Jiumozhi's palm passed, he could not stop his body, using Qinggong to chase the flying incense cauldron.

In a moment, he came to the incense cauldron, went down from top to bottom, and punched the inside of the incense cauldron.

"boom!"

The incense ashes splashed up, the incense cauldron fell, and in an instant, the incense cauldron fell to its original position.

Jiumozhi also flew down and landed on the incense cauldron.

"Three times entering hell! This is the trick of the Maha Finger!" Xuanci, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, said with a solemn expression.

Lin Fan looked at Jiumozhi who was pretending to be beeping and felt extremely speechless in his heart.

This guy is really awesome, even the trick of pretending to be beeping is the same.

It is exactly the same as it was at Tianlong Temple.

Haven't seen each other for several months.

Jiumozhi's martial arts has made some progress.

However, for Lin Fan, it was still not enough.

Given Lin Fan's current level, not many martial arts abilities caught his eye.

Lin Fan turned his eyes and looked at the group of Shaolin monks.

After a while, Lin Fan saw Xu Zhu, whom he had met once before at Leigu Mountain.

In the original work, all the monks were frightened by Jiumozhi.

Only Xu Zhu has practiced Xiaoyao sect martial arts, and he can see that what Jiumozhi uses is not Shaolin Kung Fu.

But at this time.

Xu Zhu, like other monks, was also stunned, looking at Jiumozhi with a shocked expression.

See this situation.

Lin Fan couldn't help but smile.

If we say who has the best luck in the world of Tianlong, it must be Xu Zhu.

Duan Yu fell off the cliff and obtained the Beiming Divine Art, Lingbo Weibu, such a great opportunity, but compared with Xu Zhu, it still pales in comparison.

Xu Zhu, a young monk with an ugly appearance and mediocre qualifications, played a few moves of chess and directly acquired the skills of Wu Yazi for more than eighty years.

This isn't the end yet.

Later, by accident, he absorbed the inner strength of two big men, Li Qiushui and Wu Xingyun, and became the top master in the martial arts world.

If it weren't for the poor cultivation of his character, his internal strength would only be able to exert two-to-three percent of his power.

I am afraid that except for the sweeping monk, no one in the world can rival him.

After glancing at Xu Zhu, Lin Fan looked away.

If there was no great opportunity, Xu Zhu would probably end up in Shaolin in this life.

However, this may not be a bad thing for Xu Zhu who is devoted to Buddha.

Maybe in a few decades, another eminent monk will appear in Shaolin Temple.

Lin Fan looked around at the monks again.

At this time, the entire mountain behind the Shaolin Temple became silent.

All the monks were completely subdued by Jiumozhi's skills.

Jiumozhi looked at the monks in Shaolin and couldn't help but feel proud in his heart.

What he wants is this effect.

If Lin Fan hadn't interfered with the Tianlong Temple group last time, the effect might not be inferior to today's.

Jiumozhi couldn't help but think of Lin Fan, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

Over the years, it can be said that he has suffered a big loss at the hands of Lin Fan.

Looking at the Shaolin monks, Jiumozhi temporarily suppressed other thoughts in his mind.

Jumping down from the incense cauldron, Jiumozhi looked at Xuanci and the others, and said with a smile: "The young monk is not practicing well, please give me some advice from the master."

His aggressive tone made the monks very angry.

"The Imperial Master is too modest!"

Master Xuansheng looked calm and said with his hands clasped together.

Jiumozhi said nothing, squinting his eyes and staring coldly at Abbot Xuanci, waiting for him to speak.

"Amitabha!"

Xuanci sighed, recited a Buddha's name loudly, and then said: "There is heaven outside the world, and there are people outside the world. I have studied hard for decades, but compared with the martial arts of the national master, it is really not worth mentioning!"

Jiumozhi was secretly happy when he heard this.

What kind of martial arts in the world comes from Shaolin? At this time, you have to submit in front of the poor monk.

Thinking of this, Jiumozhi felt a strong sense of accomplishment in his heart.

He raised one palm, looked sideways towards the sky, and pretended to say: "That's good, that's good. Why should Master Abbot be so humble?"

The next moment, Xuanci said: "It's just that my generation is not good at martial arts. Shaolin martial arts is extensive and profound. We still have to practice diligently, Amitabha!"

"Amitabha!"

When the monks heard this, they couldn't help but clasp their hands together.

Jiumozhi didn't expect that his trip would go so smoothly.

Among the bunch of stupid monks in Shaolin Temple, not one of them saw his true identity.

However, this is just right and saves him a lot of trouble.

"Abbot Xuanci, Shaolin's Seventy-Two Special Skills are nothing more than that. Should this special skill need to be changed?" Jiumozhi said.

The big-eared monk on the other hand was angry and couldn't help but said: "The national preceptor is great, but it's not good to be aggressive!"

Jiumo Zhihun didn't care and said: "Haha, in fact, according to the young monk's opinion, the Shaolin Temple might as well be disbanded from today, and all the eminent monks can go their separate ways. Isn't it much better than hanging around in this shameless Shaolin Temple!

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When the monks heard this, they were furious: "Where did you come from, a monster monk? You are talking nonsense here. Shaolin Temple is the authentic martial arts school. How can I allow you to slander me?"

(End of chapter)


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