Thousands of years have passed since Patriarch Bodhidharma traveled eastward to the Central Plains.
Shaolin Temple, as the martial arts master in the world, has always been respected by all martial arts!
No matter how arrogant and domineering a person is, they will become extremely honest when they come to Henan. Even the heads of various sects will specifically reiterate this point when teaching their disciples.
But there are always exceptions in everything. This Shaolin Temple has been respected by fellow practitioners all year round, and there is an endless stream of believers in the temple. It is inevitable that the monks in the temple will feel a little arrogant in their hearts.
Only this time, two uninvited guests came in front of the Shaolin Temple gate.
The two men wore bamboo hats together and their whereabouts were mysterious. Shaolin Temple has been famous for a long time. In previous years, there was an endless stream of pilgrims coming from north to south, so naturally there were also people from the world.
Zhike Monk, who was standing outside the door and was responsible for greeting the guests, was not surprised by the two people's attire. However, his eyes fell on the slightly slender figure behind him, and he immediately stepped forward to persuade them.
"Donor, please stay. Shaolin Temple is a pure place for Buddhism and it is not convenient to entertain female guests!"
The monk who knows guests outside the mountain gate greets guests all year round, so he can naturally see the identity of his daughter's family under the bamboo hat.
"Where do these rules come from!"
Hearing this, Xu Ziyi looked at the white-browed old monk in front of him with a half-smile.
"Master Yuanbei is here!"
Facing Master Yuanbei's palm, Xu Ziyi sneered, did not dodge, and then slapped a palm with his backhand.
"Your Excellency is so cruel. Not only did you destroy my junior brother Yuanbei's Rendu lineage, you even poisoned him!"
Apart from him, in the Shaolin Temple, only Junior Brother Yuan Bei, who is the leader of Bodhidharma Hall, has the highest martial arts. However, today, the two of them were defeated by one person.
As for the monk Yuanbei he just dealt with, Xu Ziyi didn't even use the power of transformation, but there was a lot of poison on his palms. The monk Yuanbei didn't overestimate his ability to compete with him in terms of palm power, so it was inevitable that he would be contaminated by the poison.
As the saying goes, care leads to chaos, and this is exactly the situation she is in now!
After all, the Shaolin Temple has a long-standing reputation in the world, and this time Brother Xu and she will inevitably fall into danger when they step into the hinterland of the Shaolin Temple. As the saying goes, there are many enemies and we are outnumbered, and once the two sides turn against each other.
Brother Xu will definitely fall into the tight siege of the Shaolin Temple monks. Although her martial arts skills are low, she has the means to defeat the enemy.
Seeing that the white-browed old monk in front of him had a 180-degree change in his speech compared to before, Xu Ziyi said with a half-smile.
This obstruction will inevitably lead to conflicts!
"Amitabha, this is a pure place for Buddhism. I hope the donor will respect himself!"
After hearing that Xu Ziyi's visit this time was not to seek revenge, Zen Master Kuzhi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly spoke.
He was originally the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Zen Master Dazhi, but with his experience and knowledge, he still could not recognize the origin of Xu Ziyi's martial arts. He knew that the catastrophe of Shaolin was just around the corner, so he did not care about being poisoned and asked Xu Ziyi's purpose.
Seeing that Junior Brother Yuan Bei was injured, he quickly stretched out his hand to help him up, and at the same time, he slowly transferred his true energy into Yuan Bei's body through his right palm.
But I am afraid that two fists cannot defeat four fists. The Shaolin Temple has been famous in the world for a long time. Once Brother Xu cannot reach an agreement with the monks of the Shaolin Temple, he will inevitably take action!
Thinking of this, Cheng Lingsu was naturally worried.
Naturally, she knows Xu Ziyi’s martial arts best!
"How dare you act so boldly in Shaolin!"
"Abbot!"
These people are not ordinary monks, but temple-protecting monks. They practice martial arts in the temple all year round and hone their strength. If they were placed in the outside world, they would even be far better than the heads of those small sects.
I don’t know how this Shaolin Temple offended Brother Xu and made him look down upon him so much!
Seriously injured and humiliated, Yuan Bei's face turned red and he almost died.
The visitor sneered and then walked forward slowly.
The group of monks who were originally wailing in pain on the ground looked happy when they saw the visitor.
Such a movement would naturally attract the experts in the Shaolin Temple. After hearing a loud shout, a short and fat monk wearing yellow monk robes appeared a few feet away.
"Finally someone who can fight?"
"Junior Brother Yuanbei!"
The old monk with white eyebrows said this, and at the same time, he secretly used his kung fu to suppress the poison in his body.
"Abbott, you have wronged me, because there is no need to use poison to deal with you people!"
Seeing Xu Ziyi's figure gradually walking away, Cheng Lingsu, who was walking behind, had no choice but to follow quickly.
It's just that his words seemed polite, but in fact his tone revealed a condescending attitude!
"donor……"
When the old monk with white eyebrows told him that he had been poisoned, a group of warrior monks rushed to protect him in case someone came to take action.
Even with the white-browed old monk's profound skills, he could not resist the gradual onset of residual poison in his body. He turned pale and said, "I, the Shaolin master, have never had any grudges with outsiders. I don't know why I have offended you. I hope you can tell me?"
Seeing this scene, the slender figure following closely behind him shook his head slightly.
Hearing this, the man under the bamboo hat snorted coldly.
Seeing the group of monks wailing in pain on the ground in front of him, Master Yuanbei was furious. He stopped being polite to Xu Ziyi and directly attacked them.
The two palms touched each other, Xu Ziyi's figure remained motionless, but Yuan Bei's face turned red, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and he flew backwards like an arrow from a string, falling directly to the muddy ground several feet away.
Dog chews mud.
Hearing this, Xu Ziyi couldn't help but have a hint of interest in his eyes.
Knowing that the group of monks behind him could not do anything to the mysterious man in front of him, he could only use words to resolve this crisis!
"I have no grudges against Shaolin. I came here today just to ask for an old thing from back then!"
"Can the master really make the decision?"
The intrusion of Xu Ziyi and his two men soon caused huge waves in the Shaolin Temple. The two of them walked around the temple at will without the guidance of the monks of the temple, which naturally aroused the vigilance of the monks, so they stepped forward to stop them.
When she thought of this, Cheng Lingsu's right hand inexplicably clenched the thing she had prepared in advance.
Fortunately, at this time, an old monk with white eyebrows appeared behind him. This man had a kind face and seemed to be not even a hundred years old, but probably ninety years old.
Seeing that the white-browed old man was the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Xu Ziyi shook his head slightly.
However, Xu Ziyi's martial arts skills were far beyond the imagination of these monks. In just a few breaths of time, dozens of Shaolin monks were defeated by him.
Along the way, she got a rough idea of what her brother was like. He talked happily with people he liked, but he didn't even want to say a single kind word to people he didn't like.
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And with this move, he used his true skill, and actually brought up a strong wind out of thin air, heading straight towards Xu Ziyi.
Zhike Monk wanted to stop him, but he felt the figure in front of him flicker, and his whole body suddenly became unable to move.
It's not that he deliberately looked down on the old monk in front of him, but with his current martial arts skills, not to mention the so-called Shaolin, or in the entire world, there is no one worthy of his poisoning.
It's a pity that in front of Xu Ziyi, he couldn't even take a move!
In less than half an hour, no less than a hundred monks from the mountain gate to the main hall of Shaolin Temple were defeated by Xu Ziyi.
But soon the white-browed old monk's complexion changed drastically, and at the same time, the right hand that was originally resting on Master Yuanbei was withdrawn like lightning, as if he had seen a poisonous scorpion beast!
Unfortunately, it was a step too late. His right palm had already become swollen and his face had turned blue.
"I also hope that you will tell me the origin of this thing. If it is really related to you, the old monk will make the decision to return this thing to its original owner!"
Seeing that the visitor was speaking rudely, the monk who was responsible for greeting the guests put his hands together and tried to persuade him.
The poison seeped into the Ren and Du meridians in his body along the acupoints on his right palm, thus causing the destruction of his Ren and Du meridians!
"What a pure place for Buddhism, but starting from today, the rules will change!"
"Although the donor said it bluntly, as the master of Shaolin, the old monk doesn't keep his word, but he can be said to be true to his word!"
Seeing that Xu Ziyi's tone softened somewhat, the white-browed old monk beside him spoke again.
"Well, I hope the master can exchange for me the relics of "Old Immortal Xingxiu" Ding Chunqiu!"
Looking at the white-browed old monk in front of him, Xu Ziyi then made a request that surprised everyone.