Lu Zhengkang was sitting on the couch, flipping through a book called "The Number of Plum Blossoms", when he suddenly felt an impulse. He turned his head and looked around but saw nothing strange. He looked at it with his heavenly eyes, but found a special upper edge bead in front of the Shaolin Temple.
There are many broken upper edge lines on the surface of this upper edge bead, which looks like a sea urchin, and the overall brilliance is covered by a layer of dim gray, making it look very lifeless.
This kind of gray trace is rarely seen in Lu Zhengkang. Even for those who are about to die, the upper edge beads are still bright and clean.
All the upper edges that conform to the cycle of heaven are bright, so this gray mark is obviously the product of deviating from heaven.
And those broken upper edge lines mean the destruction of the upper edge beads that were once connected with this person, and the upper edge beads that are connected are at least close friends, or relatives and friends with whom the Qi has interacted.
Lu Zhengkang frowned, a bad visitor came.
On this side, Zen Master Zi Xing called the head of the three courtyards and ordered four elders and eighteen Arhats, a total of twenty-six masters, to stand in the courtyard behind the temple gate. The preparations were not inadequate.
The abbot asked Zhike Monk to open the door.
The door hinge creaked, the thick red-painted door opened, and Yu Fengmai, the elder of the Blood Cult, stepped inside.
When the eminent monks took a look, they saw that there was a faint trace of blood on this man's body, his eyes were hidden with ferocity and viciousness, and he had a fake smile on his face, but in reality he was cold. It was absolutely impossible for such a man not to have hundreds of lives on his hands.
"Yu Feng, the elder of the Blood Sect, has met all the eminent monks of Shaolin." He was very polite and bowed. His appearance as a good gentleman could deceive many people.
Zen Master Zi Ni, whose nature is like a blazing fire, took a step forward and cursed: "What a monster! How dare you come to my Shaolin land to disturb the purity, but now I have to keep you!"
Yu Feng straightened up, pretending to be frightened and said: "I don't know where I have offended all the masters, why do I shout to kill them when they meet?"
Zi Ni snorted coldly and took out the invitation, "Don't be so pretentious. I ask you, is this invitation made of human skin?"
The other party immediately put away the sincere fear on his face and chuckled, "How does the monk know that this is human skin? Do you also like to use such beautiful things?"
"Nonsense!" Zen Master Zi Ni was speechless for a moment after finishing his scolding, unable to think of anything to say in reply.
He was already furious, but the abbot did not speak and could only look at him angrily.
Zen Master Zi Xing chanted the Buddha's name loudly, "Amitabha, the donor's evil nature has entered his body and is full of troubles. It is better to stay in my Shaolin for a while, eat fasting and chant the Buddha's name to eliminate the evil nature." The old monk's face was so dull that he was a little indifferent.
Yu Feng acted like a junior in the world, "I have met the master, but I don't care about my body. In addition, I wonder if I can meet the abbot of your temple. I will send a message for our leader Lei. I will be very angry before I can meet the real master."
inappropriate."
Several monks immediately looked angry when they heard this.
Zi Xing bowed to the eleventh salute, and his tone became more and more indifferent, "The poor monk is the abbot of Shaolin."
Yu Feng laughed and said, "Old monk, don't try to trick me. Who in the world has never heard that Shaolin has a superb martial arts called the Marrow Cleansing Sutra. If a practitioner is a child, he will stay young forever. The abbots of all generations are all talented.
Naturally, practice
This skill has become this skill. And the master looks old, there is no way he is the abbot," he said, suddenly shaking his head pretending to be surprised, "No, are you really the abbot, then why do you look like this? Could it be...
…”
His words hinted that Zi Xing had lost his virginity, but his intentions were extremely sinister. It would be a huge scandal for a monk to lose his virginity, let alone the abbot of Shaolin.
Zen Master Ziji, the leader of Prajna Hall, took a step forward and said loudly: "The abbot of our temple has realized the wonderful truth of 'neither withered nor prosperous, neither false nor empty' many years ago. His energy is restrained and he has returned to his original nature, but his external appearance is...
I am no longer as young as I am."
"You have met the man, and the letter has been passed on. Now it's time for the poor monk to talk." The abbot strolled forward. With every step he took, his face became younger and younger. After three steps, he looked like a young man, except for his lower jaw.
gray beard
, no one could have expected that the monk had already passed the age of octogenarian. He took three more steps, and a layer of golden flames appeared on his face, burning fiercely and Xuanxuan, like the angry eyes of the Ming Dynasty, which could be seen by sneaky people.
Then be discouraged.
Yu Feng burst into laughter and said, "The Arhat who conquered demons and saved the world back then still has a sword that never grows old! Unfortunately, although I want to listen to the Buddha's teachings, the grand opening ceremony of the sect is coming soon, but Master Lei can't do without me! Farewell!"
Before he finished speaking, the monks attacked him, and bursts of energy flew across the air, making a loud noise, as if there was a winter thunder.
However, Yu Feng's movement was strange. Suddenly, his limbs were as stiff as a walking corpse, but he was pulled by an inexplicable force to spin and dance in the air, as if he was offering sacrifices to a great god. As he moved, a terrifying force erupted out of thin air, causing the monks to unleash their offensive.
Slowly and easily avoided.
This is the Flying Corpse Nuo Dance, a unique light skill combined with primitive witchcraft, and its power is unpredictable.
At this moment, the veins in Zen Master Zi Ni's neck popped out, and he opened his mouth and screamed loudly, his voice was like a wild lion, awe-inspiring and decisive.
"roar!"
Yu Feng's expression remained unchanged and he praised, "The lion's roar is well-deserved."
He could no longer maintain his body skills and fell to the ground, shouting: "Shaolin monks only know how to besiege! What kind of noble and upright people are they?"
"Then let me show you what the righteous method of subduing demons is!"
After Zen Master Zi Xing said this, he struck with a palm. The strong force of his palm was as high as a tsunami reaching the sky. It was continuous and covered dozens of feet in radius. There was no way to avoid it and there was nowhere to escape. It was known as the Shaolin No. 1
The Vajra Prajna Palm with one divine palm.
Yu Feng waved his claws, layers of blood light came out, and a shrill ghost roar sounded in the air, soaring into the sky, but it was the blood secret super-third-level martial arts, the Blood Pool Ghost Claw, which uses the blood of humans and animals to practice, it is ferocious and vicious, and the blood of those who hit it will flow backwards.
To be swallowed by the devil's claws is the evil method of feeding on killing.
The power of his grasp was actually comparable to that of Zen Master Zi Xing. The power was unbelievable, but it was obtained by killing countless living beings and extracting their blood.
"What a thief!" the abbot shouted angrily, clenched his palm into a fist, and struck out flatly. In an instant, the light bloomed, like a golden sun falling to the ground, and those who saw it could only feel the faint sound of Sanskrit singing in their ears.
The Shaolin Temple shook and the bells rang loudly, making it increasingly clear that this fist was unmatched.
With one punch, the Blood Pond Ghost Claw shattered into pieces and turned into blood mist, which was then dispersed by the golden light.
"Is this the Demon-Conquering Light Fist?" Yu Feng's face turned dark red, "It is truly worthy of being the skill that made Arhats famous for conquering demons and saving lives!"
Just when the punch was about to land on Yu Feng, the abbot spread his fingers and spun his vigorous fist into a circle, trying to trap the man.
Soon after, something jumped out of Yu Feng's arms, but it was a command talisman. It turned into a small bloody boy in mid-air. He turned around and spread it out into a red cloth to wrap around Yu Feng, piercing the air circle.
Shot away.
"Master Lei has something to call me, but he can't accompany the masters to give Zen lectures! See you at the opening of the sect!" A moment later, a proud laugh came from the mountain road in the distance.
All the monks snorted coldly, and the abbot frowned slightly.
"What a Blood Cult, what a Lei Guangling!" Zi Ni was furious.
"This martial arts method seems familiar." The leader of Bodhi Court thought thoughtfully.
"Abbott, are we going to this evil sect ceremony or not?"
"I will wait until Lao Na edits the book and sends it to the head of Wudang Li Sushui and Master Renyuan of Emei to discuss the matter together."
