Chapter eight hundred and sixty-fifth Tibetan scriptures Pavilion collapsed
"What conditions?" the old monk asked.
Murong Fu smiled strangely, "I haven't thought about it yet. I will tell you when I think about it."
The old monk frowned slightly, and Murong Fu added, "Anyway, I won't let you do anything that will endanger the Shaolin Temple."
The old monk pondered for a long time, "It can't be something that will endanger the world."
"Okay!" Murong Fu agreed immediately, thinking in his heart, it's okay if I let you save the world.
He had some guesses about the identity of the old monk, but he was not sure. In addition, why the old monk wanted to protect Xiao Yuanshan like this puzzled him. If he said that monks were compassionate, he
I don't quite believe it.
The old monk nodded, "Donor, please take action."
"You're welcome, junior!" Murong Fu chuckled, his face suddenly became serious, he opened his hands suddenly, and a strong wind blew up, and countless scriptures in the attic were blown away, flying all over the sky.
The rest of the people couldn't help but take a few steps back and get out of the way.
The old monk was the only one standing there, motionless. Not only that, even his sleeves, beard and hair did not move at all.
Suddenly, Murong Fu turned his palms into claws, and claw shadows swarmed out of the sky. In an instant, the area several feet in radius was submerged, and a small half of the attic seemed to have turned into a spooky ghost.
When Xiao Feng and his son, Murong Bo and others saw such power, they took a few steps back. Xuan Cheng and others kept waving their sleeves, trying to sweep the scriptures elsewhere to avoid being destroyed. However, no matter how hard they tried,
, but it is always difficult to achieve success.
The old monk finally moved. He pressed his hands lightly, and the rolled-up scrolls immediately fell down and landed safely. Then a strong wind swept out the surrounding bookshelves, leaving a six to seven feet radius.
space to come.
As for those extremely sharp claw shadows, when they reached a few feet in front of him, they "pop-pop-pop", automatically shattered and disappeared, as if there was a transparent barrier in front of him.
Murong Fu's toes touched the ground, and his figure suddenly rushed out. His hands were half-clasped into claws, and he grabbed at the old monk's throat and chest.
The old monk looked calm. He raised his left hand and waved his right hand lightly. It seemed to be extremely slow, but it was just in time to block Murong Fu's killing move.
Murong Fu turned his right hand and grabbed it from bottom to top. He shook his left hand and grabbed it from left to right.
The old monk lowered his elbows slightly and moved his hands up and down to block it just right.
The speed of the two attacks was not very fast, but there was an indescribable rhythm in them. A strange wave slowly spread out, and the surrounding claw shadows disappeared.
"This..." Zhou Zhiruo and Xiao Feng were both greatly surprised. The two people in front of them had reached the pinnacle of martial arts. Looking at the entire martial arts world, they were probably among the best.
I thought that the fight between the two would be shocking and shocking, but unexpectedly there was no movement at all, and it felt like the thunder was loud but the rain was small.
Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Fu seemed to know what they were thinking. Xiao Yuanshan said with a solemn expression, "Feng'er, do you think the situation is calm, but that's it?"
Xiao Feng's face was slightly red, but he couldn't help but be puzzled, "My child also knows that the fight between the two of them will not be easy. He knows that it is different, but he can't see where it is not simple. Does daddy know why it is like this?"
Xiao Yuanshan shook his head and said with profound meaning, "The martial arts of these two people have reached a level that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve in their lifetime. If you look carefully, you can discover something."
Zhou Zhiruo glanced at Li Mochou, who understood and said, "Look at the scrolls scattered around Master."
Zhou Zhiruo looked intently and saw many pages of scriptures scattered around the two of them. He was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that the two people were entangled with strength, but the wind was calm and the scrolls did not move at all.
"Master once said," Li Mochou said calmly, "the most simple way is that movement is stillness, and stillness is movement."
"Miss Li is right," Murong Bo nodded and said with emotion, "The highest state of martial arts is to forget all moves and put aside all forms, but it is so difficult to achieve this."
"Look at the fight between the two of them. Their moves are mediocre and smooth. In fact, each move contains countless martial arts methods. It almost integrates all the moves in the world. One palm can make a thousand palms, and one finger can make a thousand palms.
Thousand Swords."
Xuan Cheng also sighed, "Although there is no wind or waves in the space around them, even if a mosquito flies around them at this moment, it will be chopped into pieces. I didn't expect that the master's martial arts cultivation has reached such a state.
, the little monk is not as good as him, far from it."
The people in the attic, except Zhou Zhiruo, were all highly accomplished in martial arts. Although they could not see the secrets of their martial arts, they could still get a glimpse of them, and for a while, they all seemed to have some enlightenment.
While the few people were talking, Murong Fu and the sweeping monk exchanged hundreds of moves. Their feet never left the spot. Even their bodies were not leaning to either side, standing opposite each other. Their movements seemed slow, but in fact only the two of them knew that they had already fought.
No less than a thousand tricks.
Suddenly, a strong wind passed by Murong Fu's side, lifting up a few hair strands, breaking them out of thin air, and slowly falling down.
The sweeping monk's eyes lit up slightly, and he sighed softly, "Donor, you are tempted, but also defeated."
"That's not necessarily the case." Murong Fu said in a deep voice, and struck out suddenly with both palms. This time, there was no bells and whistles, and there was no fusion of moves, but only immense internal strength. Obviously, he wanted to win with force.
"No!" The sweeping monk's expression changed drastically and he called out hurriedly. If the two of them fought with their inner strength, it would be a shocking event. The small attic couldn't bear it at all. But Murong Fu's palms were already in front of him. If he didn't resist,
, fearing that he would die instantly, he had no choice but to fight back with both palms.
Sure enough, there was only a loud "bang" sound, four palms connected, and a powerful force swept out in all directions, turning everything in its path into dust.
"Scripture!" Fang Zheng exclaimed and wanted to step forward to rescue him, but Xuan Cheng grabbed him and turned around and jumped out of the attic.
Murong Bo and others were not slow either. They disappeared into the attic in the blink of an eye. However, Xiao Feng glanced at the sweeping monk with some worry. He drove Xiao Yuanshan, stamped his feet suddenly, rose up from the ground, and broke through the roof of the attic.
"Rumble..." There was a loud noise. Just as a few people jumped out of the attic, the Sutra Pavilion immediately began to collapse, with smoke and dust flying everywhere.
"What happened!" The heroes in the field were immediately startled and looked up.
When the Shaolin monks saw this scene, they were immediately shaken. Several elders rolled their eyes and fainted. Even Abbot Xuanci staggered and almost fell down.
Xu Zhu hurriedly supported him, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
The Sutra Pavilion is the most important place in the Shaolin Temple. Over the past hundreds of years, it has experienced countless fires, military disasters, and man-made disasters, but it has always remained standing because everyone knows that as long as the Sutra Pavilion remains, the Shaolin Temple will
always there.
Now that the Sutra Pavilion has collapsed, one can imagine the severe blow it has had on the Shaolin monks.
"Oops, something happened to the young master!" When the Murong family was seated, everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they rushed towards the direction of the Sutra-Tibetan Pavilion without even thinking about it.
The heroes did not expect that such a thing would happen. They couldn't help but be curious and rushed towards the Sutra Pavilion. They also had an idea in their minds. If they could take advantage of the chaos to find a few Shaolin stunts or martial arts collections, wouldn't it be a drop in the sky?
Great thing about pie.
As the saying goes, you don't blame everyone. Although the Shaolin Temple is powerful, so many people robbed the scriptures together. Afterwards, the Shaolin Temple could only break their teeth and swallow them in the stomach.
All the young monks were so confused that they didn't react at all, and even if they did, they couldn't stop them with so many people.
"Hey, Qingshu, what are you doing?" Yu Lianzhou suddenly grabbed Song Qingshu's arm and shouted.
Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, but he saw several of his junior uncles sitting there with their elders in mind. Even the seventh uncle, who was always impatient and righteous, was indifferent. He couldn't help but feel a little strange, "Go and see what happened?"
"Sit down." Yu Lianzhou's face darkened and he whispered.
Song Qingshu was puzzled, so Zhang Songxi explained in a low voice, "People in the Shaolin Temple always say that your great master is a Shaolin traitor, and the martial arts of the Wudang Sect are also transmitted from the Shaolin Temple. Once you go there, you will be even more incapable of defending yourself."
Song Qingshu suddenly understood and quickly sat back down.
After a while, only the Wudang and Quanzhen factions remained in the huge square. People from the other factions all rushed towards the location of the Sutra Pavilion.
"Headmaster Qiu, everyone in Wudang, I would like to thank you very much." Xuanci calmed down, bowed to the people of the two factions, and then said, "The matter is urgent, I will excuse you now."
Xuanci is worthy of being an abbot for many years. When he stopped among the Shaolin monks, everyone was calm and Xuanci quickly issued instructions one after another.
Not far below the Sutra Pavilion, Jingxuan happened to catch the embarrassed Zhou Zhiruo, "Junior Sister, Headmaster, something happened inside, how could it be..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhou Zhiruo, "Sister Jingxuan, I have to go in to save people. If I don't come back, you will be the new head of Emei."
"Junior sister..." Jingxuan was shocked and wanted to say something, but Zhou Zhiruo's figure had disappeared.
Xiao Zhao, Shuang'er, Tingfeng and other girls also flew up and jumped to the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion. However, at this time, the Sutra Pavilion was already covered in smoke and dust, and there were rubbles and trees, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.
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"Master..."
"Master Murong..."
What everyone didn't know was that at this moment, Murong Fu and the sweeping monk were still keeping their palms connected, but the energy around them was intertwined and colliding fiercely, forming a faint balance, and the falling wooden and boulders were bounced off one after another.
Drive away.
"Donor, you pushed hard and caused half of the Scripture Pavilion to be destroyed. It is a serious sin." The sweeping monk's voice sounded slightly urgent, with a little anger and sadness in his tone.
"So what," Murong Fu sneered, "Shaolin Temple is known as the leader of the righteous path in martial arts, but it has been a little comfortable these years. It only knows how to pursue fame and wealth, care about everything, and ignore the suffering of the people. I think it is time to abdicate.
If you give way to the wise and destroy the Sutra Pavilion, you can also calm them down."
"Is it possible that what the benefactor did was for the benefit of the world?" A coldness suddenly flashed in the eyes of the sweeping monk, "It's just for his own selfishness and the imperial hegemony."
While the two were talking, rubble continued to fall. Except for the place where the two stood, other places had been filled with rocks, earth and wood. If the stalemate continued like this, the two of them would also be buried.
"You are indeed not simple." Murong Fu smiled faintly, "The world will be united if it is divided for a long time, and it will be divided if it is united for a long time. The only way to save the common people is to unify the world. I don't think I have done anything wrong."