On this day, Gui Zhong, one man and one sword, descended from Huashan Mountain.
Three days later, outside the Shaolin Temple.
A Taoist in green clothes had a long sword hanging on his waist, his face was indifferent, and he quietly looked at the thousand-year-old temple in front of him.
"Taiyuan of Huashan, please see Zen Master Huicong, the abbot of Shaolin!"
The sound was like gurgling water, soft and dense, spreading over and over again throughout the huge Shaolin Temple.
In an instant, many monks were in an uproar. The voice seemed to be right in front of them and ringing in their ears. Everyone had the same feeling. The internal strength of the person who made the voice had reached a frightening level.
"who?"
"What a powerful skill, it's Taoist Taiyuan from Huashan Mountain!"
"Taoist Taiyuan has disappeared in recent years and has never appeared in the world. Why did you come to Shaolin today?"
Bodhidharma Court, Bodhi Garden, Luohan Hall, Discipline Academy, and various places in Shaolin have a lot of discussions. Huashan Taiyuan Taoist, this name is not trivial, he is vaguely known as the best master in the world. Come to Shaolin today, you can’t
Don't let these monks be frightened.
"Amitabha, Taoist Priest Taiyuan is here. The temple is in full bloom. Please come in!"
A moment later, a peaceful and resonant Buddhist chant sounded. The voice was a bit old, but it also showed profound inner strength. With a roar, the gate of Shaolin Temple opened wide.
A group of warrior monks lined up. Among them was a man wearing yellow monk robes and scarlet cassocks, with an old and kind face. He was Zen Master Huicong, the abbot of Shaolin.
It was Zen Master Huicong who came to greet him personally. It must be said that Gui Zhong's reputation in the world at this moment has become more and more powerful after several years of fermentation.
Entering the Shaolin Temple, in the main hall, there was already a group of old monks waiting in the hall. Each of these people seemed to be old and decrepit, but in Gui Zhong's eyes, they had strong and thick auras, and all of them had strong martial arts skills.
For the sake of being.
There are seven or eight such old monks, and the heritage of Shaolin Temple as a thousand-year-old temple can be seen from this.
"I wonder why Taoist Priest Taiyuan came here today?"
After a moment of greetings, Zen Master Huicong asked Gui Zhong about his purpose.
"Haha, Zen Master Huicong, Pindao came here today to learn Shaolin Kung Fu. I heard that Shaolin Master Cheng Guan is a master of martial arts, so I came here to learn a lesson!"
Gui Zhong laughed loudly and directly stated his intention. As soon as he said this, Zen Master Huicong and others all changed their expressions.
"Huh? Donor Taiyuan, I, Shaolin, don't have much trouble with you, right? Even the Fuhu Village Wulin Conference is just for the sake of Wulin morals and is not intentionally against you. Why should the Taoist Master be so aggressive?"
Zen Master Huicong's face was serious, his tone became indifferent, and his previous enthusiasm was completely gone.
"Eh? Zen Master Huicong, you misunderstood. Pindao came today not to embarrass Shaolin, but just to discuss and learn martial arts. To be honest, Pindao's martial arts has reached a bottleneck over the years. He wants to break through the difficulties.
Incomparably, I started to think about going down the mountain, wanting to talk about martial arts with experts from all over the world, exchange ideas, and find a way to break through."
Gui Zhong smiled faintly. As soon as Zen Master Huicong said these words, he knew that the people in Shaolin had misunderstood and thought he was here just to kick things off.
He really hasn't had this thought yet. Such an act to attract hatred is really meaningless. Gui Zhong's temperament will naturally not do it.
As he said, he came to Shaolin now purely to discuss martial arts and talk about martial arts.
"Huh? Do you really mean what Taiyuan Donor said?"
Zen Master Huicong's heart skipped a beat, and then he looked at Gui Zhong's solemn expression.
(This chapter is not finished yet, please turn the page.) Apparently I had misunderstood just now.
"Of course it's true."
“I wonder what level the donor’s martial arts skills are now?”
Zen Master Huicong breathed a sigh of relief. Since he was not here to cause trouble, everything would be easy to talk about.
"The eight meridians of the poor Taoist meridian have been completed, but now only the governor Ren has not penetrated them. This step is very difficult, so I wanted to come to Shaolin to have some exchanges."
Gui Zhong said solemnly that when it comes to martial arts, there is no room for jokes.
Many monks present immediately took a breath of air, and their shocked eyes fell on Gui Zhong.
Even Zen Master Huicong's eyes twitched. This news shocked him at all. Guan Tong Ren Du was a little frightened by the fact that the Taiyuan Taoist's martial arts in front of him had reached this level.
"Huh, the Taoist priest is really smart. I'm afraid no one in Shaolin is qualified to discuss Taoism with the Taoist priest."
There was a bitter taste in Zen Master Huicong's words. Shaolin has been passed down for thousands of years and has a rich foundation. There are a vast number of martial arts books. But now none of them have reached Gui Zhong's current achievements. How can he not feel sad in his heart?
"Haha, what Zen Master Huicong said is wrong. Shaolin martial arts is profound and profound, so why do you say this? We compete in martial arts not for victory or defeat, but for communication and verification. Why should gains and losses be taken so seriously?"
Gui Zhong said calmly.
"Amitabha, what the Taoist Master said is absolutely true. Cheng Guan, why don't you discuss it with the Taoist Master Taiyuan?"
Zen Master Huicong clasped his hands together and agreed.
The main hall has a vast area, and the two of them competed directly here. The heads of each hall and other old monks stood aside to watch the battle.
Cheng Guan is an elderly monk with a ruddy complexion and a strong body. He walked out from among the monks. After bowing with his hands together, he showed his body and was ready.
Gui Zhong nodded secretly. The most impressive thing about Monk Cheng Guan is his eyes, which are as clear and pure as a baby. These people are pure-minded people. In Shaolin, this old monk has the highest kung fu.
, even more powerful than Zen Master Huicong.
After decades of practicing martial arts with one mind, one can imagine his martial arts achievements.
"Amitabha, the benefactor Taiyuan has invited me, and the poor monk is going to use Prajna Palm."
Chengguan exhaled and spoke loudly. When he saw Gui Zhong nodding, he started to take action. As soon as the monk took action, the wind roared in his palm and the air exploded. In a flash, he reached Gui Zhong's side and struck his shoulder with a palm.
Shoot away.
This monk had a compassionate heart, so the palm he struck did not come towards Gui Zhong's vitals, but towards his shoulder. Even if he was hit, it would not be a big deal.
"This old monk is pretty good."
He secretly praised Gui Zhong in his heart, Gui Zhong was not so easy to deal with. His body trembled, and a soft and gentle palm force also struck him.
With a pop, the palms of the two men clashed, and there was a muffled sound.
A wave of palm power with a hint of strength and strength surged forward, and many of the powers were unpredictable. Gui Zhong's steps were slightly stepped, and his arms trembled and shook, and all these layers of palm power were removed.
"Master has good kung fu and a good set of Prajna Palm. It has reached the level of combining hardness and softness."
"The donor's palm is the Taoist Mianzhang Kung Fu, but the poor monk has never seen this Mianzhang technique before. The palm is soft and long. I don't know which school's technique it belongs to?"
Monk Chengguan also took a few steps back, looked over with burning eyes, and asked directly.
This monk is a top-notch martial arts fanatic in the Shaolin Temple. He studies various martial arts every day.
(This chapter is not finished yet, please turn the page.) He has dabbled in various kung fu schools, but this palm just now really surprised him. This is a brand new martial arts that he has never seen before. There are many classics in the Shaolin Temple.
There was no record of it in the book, and he didn't care whether it was taboo or not, so he asked about it on the spot.
"Haha, Master Cheng Guan has good vision. Not many people in the world can master this continuous palm technique. It is a palm technique that I have developed on my own over the years. It is so shallow that it makes the master laugh!"
Gui Zhong smiled lightly, not hiding anything, "Come, Master, please!"
The two continued to fight together. Monk Cheng Guan saw Gui Zhong's brand-new Extended Palm Kung Fu, and he became more interested. He used his Prajna Palm with all his strength. The pair of fleshy palms were unpredictable, sometimes strong, sometimes flexible, and there was a layer of
A layer of body-protecting Gang Qi emerged, and with a palm strike, the air made a harsh roar, as if it was about to be torn apart.
This monk has advanced martial arts knowledge. He has opened up his veins and developed body-protecting Qi. In addition, he has practiced Prajna Palm to a superb level and has a body-protecting magical skill, which greatly increases his defense.
It is much more sophisticated than ordinary body-protecting Gangqi, and the various application methods are eye-opening for Gui Zhong.
The two of them were moving around in the main hall, the shadows of their palms were changing, their moves were exquisite, fast and slow, hard and soft, and many other changes happened at their fingertips. Many other monks were also dazzled by the sight.
"Uncle Master Master, is this Taiyuan Taoist's palm technique really his own creation?"
An old monk asked.
"Well, given Taoist Taiyuan's martial arts skills, he doesn't bother to lie about such things, and even with his clear eyesight, he has never seen the origin of his palm skills, so the self-made statement is very credible. This person
His talent in martial arts is really terrifying. He has reached this point in a short period of time. He is really amazing. Compared to the time when he was at the Fuhu Village Martial Arts Competition, he is infinitely more powerful."
Zen Master Huicong's face was serious. He could see that Gui Zhong and Cheng Guan left a lot of room for discussion and did not use all his skills. Otherwise, although Cheng Guan was powerful, it would be difficult to resist his acquired ten-level profound skills.
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Seeing this scene, Zen Master Huicong's worries were relieved a little. It seemed that the Taiyuan Taoist came to Shaolin just to learn martial arts and had no other intention.
Monk Cheng Guan used his Prajna Palm to counter Gui Zhong's extended palm skills, rolling and rolling, and fought hundreds of moves. Both of them looked serious, and their respective palm techniques were used to the extreme.
Poof! Another palm met, Cheng Guan staggered a few times, stepped back, his face turned slightly red, and he calmed down in the blink of an eye.
"The donor's amazing palm skills, the power of his palms is soft and gentle, and the gurgling is endless. There is no end to it. There are so many poor monks!"
There was a look of admiration on Chengguan's face. In the fight just a few moments ago, although his Prajna Palm had been practiced to perfection, with the strength and softness changing at will, and the moves could be picked at will, his martial arts skills were still far behind Gui Zhong's.
Yi Chi, at the end of the battle, I just felt that the strength of the soft palms in the upper and lower directions was as dense as a net. Even after tossing and turning, I became powerless. It was really mysterious. With the power of Gui Zhong's palm, I was able to escape directly.
Battle Circle, then spoke.
"Master Cheng Guan's Shaolin Kung Fu is also very good. Prajna Palm is indeed one of the seventy-two unique skills. What other unique skills does the master have? Could you please give me some advice?"
Gui Zhong also gained something in his heart. Although Cheng Guan's internal strength was not as good as his, he was extremely pure in Shaolin martial arts and had practiced Prajna Palm to an extremely mysterious level. There was a faint hint of special artistic conception in the changes in palm power.
, this kind of artistic conception seems to have infinite wisdom, and there is a sense of clear mind in the changes of palm movements. This situation seems to be similar to Gui Zhong's sword posture, and it also involves the practice of spiritual ideas.
Overjoyed to see Hunter, Gui Zhong also wanted to see Master Cheng Guan's other skills.
