Jing Zhou stepped on his foot and flew into the air. He slapped a palm with his backhand. Cold air spread all over his palm. Wherever the wind of the palm passed, a stream of ice slag instantly formed in the air.
The invisible cold wind blows back and forth all over the body, just like the north wind blowing through nine cold winters, which makes people suffer from ice pain and bone-piercing pain.
Jiumozhi saw that the applause was so huge that it was beyond his capabilities, and he couldn't help but feel sad and happy at the same time. What he was happy about was that he finally lost Shaolin's face today, but what was sad was that the kung fu of the person in front of him was much better than when the two met in Tianlong Temple.
At this time, he had exhausted a lot of energy. The seventy-two unique skills that he was so proud of were really not worth mentioning in front of this palm.
"What kind of palm technique is this!"
The eyes of the four old monks of the Xuan generation were wide open. Without any time to think, they immediately used their lifelong skills, fluttered their sleeves, and faced the palm wind in front of them.
"Bang bang"
"Bang bang"
Four blasts rang out in succession, and as soon as the four old monks came into contact with the wind from their palms, they felt an endless chill coming over them.
cold!
It's so cold that even your soul seems to freeze!
The cold air filled the air, and I could see white air surging on the eyebrows of several people. In the blink of an eye, their bodies were covered with ice debris, as if they had just been dug out of the ice. Then their bodies flew out like kites with broken strings and hit the ground.
Motionless, life or death unknown.
For a moment, there was silence in front of the Main Hall.
There was a "grumpy" sound.
Someone secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the sound was clearly audible.
Jing Zhou took the opportunity to sway his body and ran straight towards the Sutra Pavilion.
He had been admiring the sweeping monk for a long time, and wanted to see what was different about this number one Tianlong man.
After a while, someone shouted: "Stop him quickly, that man is heading towards the Sutra Pavilion!"
At this time, all the monks in front of the main hall suddenly followed Jing Zhou like ants on a hot pot. They didn't even care about Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo who were fighting in front of the main hall.
This Sutra Pavilion is the foundation of Shaolin. How can outsiders be allowed to enter with such arrogance?
If this matter is implemented, won't Shaolin become a laughing stock in the martial arts world?
But many people were still frightened by Jing Zhou's palm. He defeated four monks with one palm. What kind of skill is this!
By the time everyone reacted, Jing Zhou had already disappeared.
Jing Zhou pointed his toes, and within a moment, he arrived in front of the Sutra Pavilion.
With a sway of his body, he pushed open the window and entered.
He had been to this Shaolin Temple before, but fortunately, the location of the Sutra Pavilion had not changed after hundreds of years, so he didn't waste any effort in finding it.
"Amitabha, the donor is here."
A voice fell in Jingzhou's ear, like a sigh, but also like emotion.
The sound was not loud, even slightly inaudible, but with this sigh, it made people's minds seem to sink into the dust.
Jingzhou heard the sound and looked forward, only to see a hunchbacked old monk sweeping the dust on the ground with a broom.
The old monk had an unattractive appearance, with a wrinkled face and a gray beard, just like a man about to be buried.
His body was frighteningly thin, as if a breeze could blow him away.
If someone saw this old monk, they would definitely think at first glance that he was an old man who didn't know how to do anything and whose time was short.
Jing Zhou looked at it for a while and saw that the old monk's hands were constantly moving, just sweeping away the dust. He couldn't help but smile and said: "There is no dust on the ground anymore, so why should Master waste time cleaning it with a broom?"
The old monk said without raising his head: "The body is like a bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror. Always brush it diligently, and don't let it stir up dust."
Look what an expert is, this is it.
Everything is different!
Jingzhou sighed secretly, smiled slightly, and said: "There is a saying that Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the beginning, so how can it cause dust."
"It can be seen that the situation arises according to the mind."
The old monk slowly raised his head, turned his turbid eyes slightly, and said slowly: "The donor is very knowledgeable. Although he practices Taoist Kung Fu, he is familiar with my Buddhist allusions. No wonder he can enter this realm at such a young age.
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These words actually made Jingzhou curious about the identity of the old monk in front of him. He was able to refute the idea of "I am the only one who respects merit", which shows that this old monk must have been in contact with Tianshan Tonglao or Xiaoyaozi before.
Jingzhou couldn't help but ask: "I wonder if master recognizes my master Wu Xingyun?"
The old monk's eyes lit up, as if he had remembered something. After a while, he sighed: "So you are the disciple of the witch almsgiver, amazing, amazing!"
He didn't know how many years he had lived, but he had never seen anyone like the man in front of him, who could practice kung fu to such a level at such an age.
Even he himself had practiced for decades before encountering a barrier in martial arts. He had entered the Sutra Pavilion and studied for many years before he had an epiphany and was able to break through.
After hearing what the sweeping monk said, Jing Zhou thought to himself, "Sure enough, this old monk is of the same generation as Wu Xingyun."
Jingzhou turned the ring on his thumb and chuckled, "I just don't know how it compares to the master?"
"Well, since the donor has come here, he will definitely not give up without having a fight with me. It's just that this place is too small and not suitable for us to fight. If he destroys these Buddhist scriptures, then I will be a sinner for the ages."
"In my opinion, we'd better move to another place."
The old monk put away the broom, and suddenly there was an aura rising from his body, which was bright and vast. It was no longer as gloomy as before.
I saw his long beard fluttering, his eyes shining brightly, and his thin body seemed to contain a huge amount of power.
Jingzhou laughed loudly and said: "Hahaha, okay!"
"In that case, let's go out."
The monks and people in the world who had just arrived at the Sutra Pavilion had no time to take a breather when they saw two figures, one white and one gray, running out of the Sutra Pavilion and heading straight for an open space outside the temple.
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"Damn it, are you leaving now? This doesn't even allow you to take a breather! I'm so exhausted!"
"Come on, hurry up, don't lose me, I just don't know who the man in gray is!"
"What you said is so senseless. The man in gray must be an old monk from Shaolin! The young man in white went to the Sutra Pavilion to steal secret books. He was probably stopped by a Shaolin monk and then escaped! Why are you running? Wait for me!
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Although everyone followed closely, within a few breaths, the two figures disappeared from sight.
Fortunately, this group of people knew that the two men were running toward the southwest direction outside the temple, so they did not lose track of them.
"I don't know how many years I haven't done anything, but the donor invited me!"
The sweeping monk put the broom on the ground and stood tall and straight, standing on the ground like an old pine. His clothes were moving without any wind, and he exuded an unclear aura.
"As Master wishes, I won't be polite!"
Suddenly Jingzhou struck with a palm, but before the palm came out, it was already powerful!
The powerful true energy condenses and takes shape in front of the palm, like a rolling dragon, instantly rolling up the gravel and branches on the ground.
With one palm strike, the wind rises and the sound roars!
The originally quiet surroundings were instantly broken, and the airflow within a few feet of the area surged turbulently, as if a strong wind was blowing, causing the trees nearby to creak.
"What a move, Tianshan Six Yang Palm!"
The sweeping monk's expression was calm and his mind was calm. Although he was praising his words, his hand movements were not slow at all. He punched out, golden light spread all over his fist, and a masculine aura violently emitted from his fist.
The endless true meaning of Buddhism is gathered at the tip of the fist. With one punch, there is no self or other, as if the heaven and earth are filled with golden light, which makes people feel awe and can't help but want to worship.
"boom!"
The intersection of fists and palms is like thunder on the ground!
This sound fell on the ears of everyone who had just arrived. It was extremely violent, as if the earth was suddenly falling apart, and the violent sound was about to tear everyone's eardrums.
The ground beneath the feet of Jing Zhou and Sweeping Monk instantly cracked with a loud noise, and holes were split in all directions.