As expected by Fakong, Huinan could not learn this complete version.
So I taught him a simplified version, one-twelfth the complexity.
He has now divided the Sky-Destroying Divine Palm into twelve layers.
Each level increases in difficulty a little bit until the last level.
Of course, the further you go, the more difficult it becomes, while the earlier ones are easier.
The layers are carefully arranged and the span is not large, which reduces the difficulty of practice to a minimum.
If you don't slack off and practice hard, you will be able to master the air-cutting divine palm with practice making perfect.
In this way, what this Sky-Severing Divine Palm requires is not qualifications, but diligence and hard work. The more skilled you are, the easier it will be to practice.
Huinan learned the twelve-level Sky-Destroying Divine Palm, and looked at Fa Kong with an increasingly strange look.
Such a wonderful palm technique was actually created by his disciple.
A magical skill is often the result of the wisdom of several generations.
It is not uncommon for one person to create a martial arts, but such a precise and powerful martial arts is almost impossible.
But Fa Kong did it.
"Fakong, I think this palm technique should be given to the temple." Huinan hesitated for a moment and then said hesitantly: "Our temple lacks such a killing technique."
"It's not that I'm stingy," Fakong said, "I'm just worried that it will spread to outsiders and be used against our Vajra Temple disciples. That would be a sin."
"...That's true." Huinan nodded slowly.
What Fakong mentioned is indeed reasonable. If this wonderful skill is leaked, the consequences will be unpredictable.
This amazing skill is not like other martial arts in Vajra Temple, which requires the foundation of Little Arhat Fist. It is useless for other people to get the eight skills of Vajra, and they will not be able to develop its power.
The essence of Little Arhat Boxing is not recorded in words, and it is impossible to practice it without the guidance of Senior Kongji Temple.
"Wait for me to change it again." Fakong said: "Let outsiders not be able to practice even if they get the inner method."
"That's fine." Huinan nodded: "But we can show it to the abbot first. With this amazing skill, why should our Vajra Temple not be prosperous?"
This can increase the abbot's confidence and is also a bargaining chip. Fa Kong is the foundation of the prosperity of Vajra Temple. In any case, he must be protected no matter what the cost.
Fakong understood what Huinan meant, but he shook his head and said with a smile: "Forget it, don't affect the abbot's judgment, let's leave it at that."
"You..." Huinan shook his head and said, "You're too proud, that's all. It's up to you."
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The lanterns come on.
The martial arts training ground in Tianhai Villa is brightly lit, like daylight.
The glazed lamps hung high, row after row, string after string, forming a dense network in the air, illuminating the martial arts training ground even brighter than during the day.
Disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect practice harder at night.
The feeling under the light is completely different from that under the sun.
In the night, they felt that their mood was quiet and profound, but at the same time passionate and sharp.
Practicing or competing with swords in this state will get twice the result with half the effort.
There were more than thirty disciples in the martial arts training field, and they gathered together in twos and threes to compete with each other with swords, and some chatted while swinging their swords.
"Alas..." The thin and short young man shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that I can't go out anymore. To be honest, this Young Master Li of Cantian Dao is really a stunning beauty, rare in the world."
"Old Fang, are you so beautiful?"
"It's definitely not an exaggeration, Senior Brother Xu, tell me!"
"Well, Xiao Fang is not exaggerating. That Li Ying is indeed extremely beautiful and rare in the world. It's no wonder that a divine monk like Fakong has moved the hearts of ordinary people."
"Did Monk Fakong move his mortal heart?"
"This is fake!" The thin and short young man said with a smile: "We saw with our own eyes that the two of them behaved intimately, just like lovers."
"Old Xu, really?"
"Um."
"This is a shocking event. A generation of sacred monks has touched the hearts of ordinary people. If you tell me about it, I don't know how many people will be amazed!"
"Who says it's not? It's a pity that we can't leave the house. Uncle Bai has an order not to allow us to go out, lest we be retaliated by Fakong."
"What will Master Fakong do to take revenge on you?"
"We followed him secretly and saw his tryst with Young Master Li, which is equivalent to breaking up their adultery. How can we be spared?"
"He dares!"
"Even if you give him the courage, he won't dare to act recklessly. How dare he touch the people of our Tianhai Sword Sect?"
"Don't worry, Xiao Fang, if he really dares to mess around, we will deal with him!"
"It is said that the cultivation of this divine monk Fakong is quite impressive."
"Awesome? How awesome?" Everyone sneered.
"No matter how strong he is, he is only a grand master. He is so old, how dare he mess with us!"
There is a difference between a Grand Master and a Grand Master.
How could Fakong, who had just become a Grand Master, be compared to the Grand Master of the Tianhai Sword Sect?
What's more, Fakong is a disciple of Kongang Temple. The martial arts of Kongang Temple are good at defense but ordinary at offense.
So Fakong has nothing to fear.
"Hehe, so it doesn't matter if we go out?"
"I'm sorry he doesn't dare to mess around, but feel free to go out boldly!"
"right!"
Everyone was chattering with pride.
It is easy to move a mountain, but it is difficult to move a conceptual mountain.
Their concept is that martial arts is respected, and the strong are respected. If martial arts is not good, no matter how strong anything else is, it will be useless.
Fakong displayed miraculous Buddhist mantras and was said to have supernatural powers, but they were only rumored and must have been spread by rumors, and he was never seen performing them.
As disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect, they have very high vision.
Even though Fakong was a great master, they didn't take him seriously because of his incompetence in martial arts at the Vajra Temple.
"...Forget it, we still can't disobey Master Uncle Bai's instructions."
"Tell me, why Uncle Bai can't stand the sight of Fa Kong. Is there a personal grudge?"
"Well..."
"Don't talk nonsense if you don't know!"
"I do know a little secret."
"Then tell me quickly."
"It's a secret, how can you say it?"
"Old Qi, if you keep trying to show off, be careful when you sleep at night and don't get stinky socks stuffed into your mouth!"
"...Okay, I said."
"Hurry, hurry."
"It seems that Master Bai's biological uncle, Bai Jingqian of the Chunshui Sword Sect, went crazy because of that Young Master Li and lost all his martial arts. That's why Master Bai was so angry and crazy."
"Then let's deal with Young Master Li."
"Originally, I was going to deal with Young Master Li. Now, seeing that Fa Kong and Young Master Li have an affair, of course we will take revenge together."
"King Kong Temple..."
"It's just a temple, it's a piece of cake!"
"It is said that there are many great masters in Vajra Temple."
"so what!"
"...That's right, hey, let alone Kongang Temple, so what if it's Daxueshan Sect!"
Everyone was high-spirited and looked stern.
In the sky and on earth, only the Tianhai Sword Sect dominates.
"Bang bang!"
Suddenly a black shadow flashed out, too fast for them to react, and the two young men who had been following Fakong flew to the base of the wall.
"Bang bang!" Two muffled sounds, then silence.
"who!"
"who?!"
The crowd was in an uproar.
Everything happened so fast that they could not react, and the two of them had already fallen into the darkness.
They were busy concentrating and tightening their heartstrings, unsheathing their swords and slowly approaching the corner.
When they approached the corner, they found that there were only two people, already unconscious.
They hurriedly carried them gently to the center of the martial arts training ground and carefully examined their injuries.
"Alas! Junior Brother Fang's martial arts skills are useless."
"...Junior Brother Xu's is also useless."
"Who did it?!"
"have no idea."
"Could it be Monk Fakong?"
"impossible."
Everyone shook their heads.
It is impossible for Monk Fakong to have such powerful Qinggong. Kongji Temple does not have such powerful Qinggong, nor does it have such powerful martial arts. This time it was too fast.
Their reaction was already quite fast. As soon as Fang and Xu's two junior fellow apprentices took off, they immediately chased after them.
I didn't see anyone take action a second time.
There was a black shadow just now, and then this black shadow must have struck again. The first strike knocked away the two junior brothers Fang and Xu, and the second strike destroyed their martial arts.
But it was so fast that they didn't see it clearly, and no one could tell whether it was.
"Bang bang!"
"Be bold!"
"boom!"
Everyone heard Bai Muyu's angry shouts coming from the other side of the hall, and rushed towards the hall regardless of the two lying on the ground.
Someone sticks to the door frame, reaches out with his sword, and lifts up the door curtain with the tip of the sword.
The other three people pressed their backs against each other like horns and rushed in to deal with the assassin's sneak attack.
But what he saw was Bai Muyu sitting limply in the Grand Master's chair, his eyes unable to hide the look of shock.
The rest of the people poured in, and the spacious hall suddenly became crowded.
Bai Muyu came back to his senses, glanced at everyone, and said calmly: "Do you have time to spare? Go do whatever you need to do, don't crowd around here!"
"Uncle Bai, just now..."
"It's nothing, there's just an assassin." Bai Muyu said calmly: "It's not your thing to worry about, go practice!"
"But Junior Brother Fang and Junior Brother Xu have both had their martial arts disabled..."
"Yes, I understand." Bai Muyu waved his hand and said indifferently: "If you waste your martial arts and practice it again, you can defeat their cultivation but not their swordsmanship!"
"Uncle Bai, are you okay?" A young man stared at Bai Muyu closely.
Bai Muyu is a handsome-looking middle-aged man, with a face like a crown jewel, elegant and graceful, and makes people like him very much.
"It's nothing." Bai Muyu said calmly: "Go and ask Uncle Zhou to come over."
"……yes."
When everyone saw Bai Muyu's expression, they felt something was wrong.
They slowly became convinced that the angry shout just now was not an auditory hallucination, but indeed Bai Muyu's voice.
Someone stepped forward and suddenly extended his hand.
However, Bai Muyu couldn't avoid it. He was lightly patted on the back of his hand and stared at the bold man with a gloomy face.
But he is an honest and honest young man.
This honest young man has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and there is a faint flash of spiritual light in his eyes. You can tell at a glance that he is not a dull person.
Someone whispered: "Senior Brother Zhou!"
Zhou Wenjing took a step back, cupped his fists and said, "Uncle Bai, I'm offended."
Bai Muyu's face was gloomy and she stared at him.
Everyone was slightly shocked and shook their heads secretly.
Senior brother is so brave this week.
One look at him and he knew that Uncle Bai hated him.
Uncle Bai appears to be a talented person, elegant and elegant. He looks like a gentle gentleman, but in fact he is very narrow-minded. Once he is resented by him, he will never have a good life.
There will be endless pairs of shoes.
Brother Zhou's good days are over!
Zhou Wenjing said softly: "Uncle Bai, are your martial arts useless?"
"Impossible!" everyone shouted hurriedly.
Zhou Wenjing stared at Bai Muyu closely.
Bai Muyu's eyes flashed and he said slowly: "That's right, my martial arts has also been abolished."
Everyone stopped suddenly, their eyes showing disbelief.
"Who did it?"
"I didn't see clearly." Bai Muyu slowly shook his head.
"Isn't it possible, Uncle Bai?" Zhou Wenjing still stared into his eyes and asked calmly: "Uncle Bai, you are a great master."
"The other party is also a great master, much stronger than me." Bai Muyu said calmly: "Who do you suspect?"
"Fakong."
"...It's not him." Bai Muyu shook his head.
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