Chapter 31 Bet on a piece of glory, how dare you, abbot!
Chapter 31 Betting on a piece of glory, Abbot, do you dare!
Let’s not talk about the Holy Fire Order for now.
The Yiyang Finger is considered one of the best martial arts in the world, and it is a secret that is not passed down by the Duan family in Dali.
Lu Heng didn't pay much attention to this.
On the contrary, the emergence of Xiao Wuxiang Kung can satisfy Lu Heng's selfish desires.
This is the purest Taoist mental method, one of the three magical skills of Xiaoyao Sect. It can simulate various martial arts after knowing the martial arts moves, and beat the original version.
As far as he knew, Li Qiushui, Xu Zhu and Jiumozhi had all learned this technique.
Its power is far beyond the comparison of Nine Yin and Nine Yang.
After pondering for a long time, Lu Heng casually pointed his finger and used Yang Finger to penetrate the tree trunk.
When using Xiaowuxiang Gong and practicing various moves that I have learned, there is no omission.
"Small Wuxiang Kung Fu is a precious martial art worth at least fourteen thousand exchange points. It won't be a loss this time."
"It seems that in the near future, I will stay in Shaolin Temple to continue studying and borrowing."
The Great Return Pill was not found.
But he unexpectedly received some benefits. Lu Heng obviously already has the background of a martial arts master.
The next step needs to be carefully considered.
I casually took a look at the exchange store, and other categories were updated, such as some familiar martial arts, but the value was too high.
Lu Heng believed that his current martial arts skills were enough for him to use, and there was no need to buy more.
On the contrary, Dahuan Dan, Laba porridge, and some special elixirs aroused his interest.
"It's really a shady store. A big return pill costs 10,000 yuan in exchange. Why don't you go and grab it."
"A bowl of Laba porridge costs 8,000 yuan. It's so ridiculous. It makes no sense. It's almost worth several martial arts."
Lu Heng's face turned extremely dark.
The exchange value in his hand is less than thirty thousand.
Not as a last resort.
He didn't want to buy this thing because he was in the Shaolin Temple and had a chance to get the finished elixir. If he couldn't get it, it wouldn't be too late to talk about other things.
Another ten days passed.
Lu Hengping always hid in the forest of Shaoshi Mountain. He went to the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion in the middle of the night to study the scriptures. He secretly learned a lot of Shaolin Temple's special skills. He also integrated a set of fingering techniques and a set of sword techniques. The light skills varied, and he integrated the four mental techniques into one. Among the nine yins and nine yangs.
His skill has increased to one hundred and fifty years, and he is only one step away from reaching the peak of acquired power, which is equal to Zhang Sanfeng's internal strength.
As soon as he quietly opened the door to the attic, he saw dozens of monks holding torches and staring at him.
"The bold thief dares to break into the important place of our Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion. Capture him!"
"Hurry up and catch us!"
Lu Heng glanced at them calmly, ignoring the monks around him.
A middle-aged monk was glaring at himself and shouted: "Amitabha, God has the virtue of a good life, don't make the same mistake again and again, the Buddha's Dharma is boundless, turn around and you will be safe!"
"Now that you have discovered it, it seems that this matter will be difficult to solve, right? But if you want to capture me, you are not qualified."
"If you are stubborn, set up a formation to catch the thief!"
The middle-aged monk gave the order.
The surrounding monks blocked the hospital door.
Some warrior monks even broke into the Sutra-Tiding Pavilion through broken windows and surrounded it from front to back.
The average strength of the monks is in the third or lower ranks of the martial arts world. Although there are many of them, it is not easy to win favor from Lu Heng.
I saw that he was not in a hurry, using his small Wuxiang Kung Fu, using Shaolin's fingers and Prajna Palm to brush these monks aside without any harm to his life.
"Prajna Palm!"
"What a scripture thief, you secretly learned my Shaolin martial arts, please forgive me."
Seeing that Lu Heng had jumped out of the encirclement, the monks were furious, but they were also shocked.
"Why is it called stealing when it comes to scholars? It's just borrowing!"
"I don't want to hurt anyone, but don't force me to take action."
Even if Lu Heng carries his hands behind his back, he is not comparable to ordinary first- and second-rate masters.
Taking advantage of every opportunity, he directly fixed the acupuncture points of some monks, as if they were playing.
It made the middle-aged monk angry and ashamed.
This important place of the Sutra Pavilion has already been surrounded by countless monks.
More monks arrived.
Lu Heng was not afraid. He grabbed a stick and used it to sweep across a large area.
"Stealing my sect's scriptures and injuring our temple's monks, your Excellency, relying on your high skill, are you going to destroy my Shaolin with one person's power?"
"Amitabha!"
A pure lion's roar was aimed only at Lu Heng.
It was an old monk with white eyebrows, wearing cassock, blocking Lu Heng's path.
The surrounding monks had already taken a few steps back to avoid being affected.
Lu Heng was still wearing a human skin mask and a gray monk's robe at this moment. Anyone who stood in his way was swept away without being hurt.
"Old monk, you don't have to rush me to come to your Shaolin Temple to borrow scriptures. If you want to stop me, I'm not qualified enough. Are you going to force me to kill?"
Pushing it forward with a light palm, the old monk dodged and directly smashed the incense burner.
"Vajra Prajna Palm, are you a member of the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions?"
The old monk took three steps back, with blood on the corner of his mouth.
"That's all you say, but I came to Shaolin this time just out of curiosity. If you stop me again, don't blame me for being ruthless."
It's just a starting stance for a serious punch.
The fist intention surrounded him, and wherever his eyes went, no one dared to look at him.
"Brother Kongwen, you are injured!"
"I'm fine. This benefactor is showing mercy. He probably has no ill intentions. Let him go and don't anger this person."
Kong Wen was worthy of being the abbot of Shaolin Temple. He couldn't compete with Lu Heng in three moves and suffered some internal injuries.
Lu Heng's intention was not to hurt anyone.
"Abbot Kong Wen, you are so courageous. I heard that your temple has the Great Returning Pill. Can you let me take a look at it?"
The three great monks Kongwen, Kongzhi and Kongxing gathered together. When they heard this, they couldn't help being surprised.
Only the abbots of the past dynasties knew this thing.
How can a strong man know this?
"This thing is the secret book of the Vajra Sect. I heard that it is a lost skill of the Shaolin Temple, so I will treat it as if we don't owe each other!"
Good guy, using the lost classics of Shaolin Temple to find the owner to do business, once Lu Heng’s procedure came out, no one would be able to do it.
The map obtained from the monks in the Western Regions was given to Kong Wen by Lu Heng.
The amazing internal strength of this hand can't help but surprise other monks.
Abbot Kongwen just glanced at it and said with a gentle expression: "It seems that the donor is not a disciple of the Vajra Sect and has not hurt anyone. Let's forget about borrowing martial arts. However, the Great Return Pill is a treasure of my Shaolin Temple, but it cannot be given to outsiders. Please return it."
Your Excellency, please forgive me."
"I don't want it. I just want to see if Wenwen takes it away. I swear I won't take it by surprise. How about it?"
Lu Heng took a step forward.
Two old monks rushed to protect Kongwen.
Looks alert.
When Kong Wen saw this, he also knew that this matter could not be solved. Fortunately, the unknown master in front of him made no other moves, otherwise even he knew very well that he would not be able to defeat the opponent.
If there is malicious intent, unless the old monster is invited out, wouldn't the Shaolin Temple suffer the greatest humiliation in a century?
"This elixir is in my body."
"Unless the donor can defeat the three brothers of Lao Ji and break my Shaolin Arhat Formation, I cannot agree to the request."
"I wonder if the donor is willing?"
Lu Heng thought in his mind.
It is estimated that this old monk wanted to explore his martial arts skills and where his identity and background came from.
In order to repay the elixir, it was not worth threatening the Shaolin Temple, but now that it had been discovered, Lu Heng felt relieved and wanted to teach these old monks a lesson.
"I didn't expect that I would have such an honor. Please do something."
"If I lose, I will stay in Shaolin and be driven by Shaolin."
"But if I win, the Shaolin Temple Sutra Pavilion cannot stop me from borrowing it. Are you willing to add a Great Return Pill?"
"Do you dare to risk your glory for Abbot Kongwen?"
