Today we finally saw blood. The eminent monk covered his broken arm and kept crying out. All the eminent monks were guarding him, looking at Huangfu Xiaoyuan and Lu Hanjiang with hatred in their eyes.
The look of sorrow in front of the old monk Lingyi became more intense. He raised his cloudy eyes, which seemed to be questioning something.
Lu Hanjiang shrugged and smiled: "Old monk, I allow you to bully the younger ones. Why don't I help my sister? Besides, old monk, you can do it, but I won't stop you."
After the words fell, Lu Hanjiang not only did not take back the Tianji Sword on the old monk's shoulders, but began to increase the force little by little, but the old monk Lingyi's expression remained unchanged.
Lu Hanjiang was slightly surprised: "Abbot Lingyi, you hide your secrets."
Old monk Lingyi, who was as old as a dead leaf, remained motionless under Lu Hanjiang's sword, but the floor under his feet had been shattered into pieces, and the terrifying cracks spread further around, and everyone held their breath and concentrated.
Watching this scene.
"Amitabha."
Just when the beam above his head let out a subtle cry, the old monk Lingyi finally spoke. His complex eyes fell on Lu Hanjiang and said with emotion: "Fellow Taoist Beimingzi's vision is indeed extraordinary. He can actually
He can teach people like Yue Donor to be like a dragon or a phoenix."
"Excellent."
The corners of Lu Hanjiang's mouth raised, revealing his white teeth. His right hand holding Tianji suddenly increased its strength. Old monk Lingyi's eyes changed. He immediately released his clasped hands and firmly grasped Tianji's scabbard.
, his feet were also pressed into the floor in an instant, making him a lot shorter than Lu Hanjiang.
"Abbott!"
"Brother!"
The surrounding monks were nervous. At this time, the floor was already at the same level as the old monk Lingyi's knees. Looking at this posture, Lu Hanjiang was afraid that he would be directly pressed into the soil.
Lu Hanjiang lowered his head and looked at the old monk Lingyi, and asked curiously: "Old monk, why are you doing this? Don't you Buddhists say that all things are empty? The Buddha statues in this temple are also external objects. You are risking your life to save them.
What’s the point of holding on to these common things? Wouldn’t it be contrary to the scriptures you recite?”
In this contest, only Lu Hanjiang and the old monk Ling Yi in the field knew that what they were competing for was internal strength. As long as the old monk Ling Yi gave in, the entire hall would collapse, but he would never end up in such an embarrassing situation.
In this situation, it is impossible to have no power to fight back.
But the current situation is that the old monk is reluctant to part with the golden Buddha in the temple, and has forcefully transferred all the pressure from Lu Hanjiang onto himself, holding on to it and not letting go.
The old monk Lingyi remained silent, and half of his body was now submerged into the ground. Lu Hanjiang raised his eyebrows, let go of his hand in boredom, and put the sword back: "No more playing, you old monk is really
It’s not interesting at all.”
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"Amitabha."
All the bones in Old Monk Lingyi's body felt as if they had been struck by a hammer, and they still seemed to be creaking at this moment, but the calmness between his brows did not waver at all.
"Donor Yue is very skilled in martial arts, I admire him, and the Lotus Temple is small, so please show me your noble hand." Old monk Lingyi didn't care about the embarrassment of having half of his body buried in the soil, he just raised his upper body and clasped his hands together in salute.
Lu Hanjiang turned over the sword flower with his right hand, hung the Tianji back on his waist, looked down at the old monk Lingyi and said: "Abbot Lingyi, where did Junior Brother Ling learn the Blood Demon Sword Technique? Now you can tell me directly.
Alright."
After being silent for a long time, the old monk Lingyi said slowly: "This is a scandal in our Buddhist sect. Please don't spread it outside the family after you hear it."
Lu Hanjiang smiled and did not answer.
But the old monk Lingyi didn't pay attention. He paused and continued talking to himself: "Junior brother Lingcheng was originally a disciple with high hopes in the Lotus Temple. He became a Buddhist when he was young. His talent is so high that it is surprising that
It’s amazing that he has become famous in the world before he was thirty years old.”
Lu Hanjiang nodded slightly: "The name of 'Bad Sword King Kong' is indeed extraordinary. I have also heard of some of your junior brother's heroic deeds."
"I am already seventy years old. I should have stepped down as the abbot of the Lotus Temple early. Although Junior Brother Lingcheng is young, his martial arts and ambition are extremely good. With him taking over the position of abbot, I can feel at ease."
When the old monk Lingyi said this, he couldn't help but sigh slightly: "Unfortunately, God did not fulfill his wish, and the boundless future of Junior Brother Lingcheng was all ruined by this magic skill... Yiyue Donor's
It should be obvious from this ability that Junior Brother Lingcheng’s original martial arts practice was the Buddhist sword-breaking technique.”
Lu Hanjiang nodded: "Yes, Lingcheng's Breaking the Ring Sword Technique is extremely powerful, and it is indeed powerful, but what does this have to do with the Blood Demon Sword Technique? There is no similarity between the two."
But the old monk Ling Yi shook his head and said: "Donor Yue is wrong. The Blood Demon Sword Technique is actually a top martial art that combines form and spirit, while the Breaking Ring Sword Technique is quite similar to its form."
"Oh? Is this happening?"
Lu Hanjiang frowned. He didn't see any similarities between the two at all, but the old monk Lingyi said firmly: "Although the breaking sword technique has similar appearance, it has no spirit. But because of this, when Lingyi
When Junior Brother Cheng came into contact with the Blood Demon Sword Technique for the first time, he did not become suspicious and mistook it for a new chapter of the Breaking Precepts Sword Technique and practiced the martial arts in it."
Lu Hanjiang narrowed his eyes slightly. After listening to the old monk's words, he had a guess in his mind and immediately asked: "The seventy-two unique skills exist in the North and South Shaolin. Abbot Lingyi, if my guess is correct, if your junior brother wants to practice
New martial arts should be found here."
"Donor Yue is right," Old Monk Lingyi said without any concealment. "Junior Brother Lingcheng first came into contact with the Blood Demon Sword Technique in the Northern Shaolin Sutra Pavilion."
"So, it's quite interesting that this peerless magic power is actually hidden in this quiet place of Buddhism."
Lu Hanjiang did not doubt that the old monk Lingyi was talking nonsense, even though what he said was really shocking. At his level, if you don't want to say anything, you can just shut up. There is no need to trick people with lies.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Thank you, Abbot Lingyi, for clearing up the confusion. I will take my leave now."
After getting the answer he wanted, Lu Hanjiang immediately turned around and left, followed closely by Huangfu Xiaoyuan, who walked away in the glare of the monks.
Looking at Lu Hanjiang's leaving figure, old monk Lingyi lowered his eyebrows slightly and remained speechless.
After leaving the Lotus Temple, Huangfu Xiaoyuan couldn't help but ask: "This matter is simply unbelievable. How could the Blood Demon Sword Technique be in the Sutra Pavilion of Northern Shaolin? That monk Lingyi may just want to fake the power of the tiger."
Lu Hanjiang didn't think so. He said, "Don't underestimate him. This old guy did it on purpose. The old monk is very hard-boned. If he doesn't want to say anything, he will use all the means of imprisonment."
I won’t say a word, so I’m so honest today, but I’m actually trying to divert trouble away from me.”
Huangfu Xiaoyuan immediately thought of Monk Lingcheng's scolding that day, narrowed her eyes and said: "So, Lotus Temple really has a feud with Northern Shaolin."
"I'm afraid it's not a festival, but a huge hatred," Lu Hanjiang said while stroking his chin: "If the old monk didn't exaggerate, then this Tyrant King Kong may indeed be the next abbot trained by the Lotus Temple. Unfortunately, he was killed by the blood of Northern Shaolin.
The magic sword technique is completely ruined, tsk tsk."
Huangfu Xiaoyuan nodded, but then asked doubtfully: "But if this matter is true, with Li Guishou's temperament, how could he put his martial arts in Northern Shaolin, which he can't deal with?"
Hearing this, Lu Hanjiang's eyes gradually became profound: "Xiaoyuan, have you ever thought about the possibility that it was not the Blood Demon Sword Technique that Li Guishou obtained first, but that the Northern Shaolin Master mastered this demonic skill?
Was it handed over to him because of some opportunity?"