Meng Qi walked into the Variety Scholar who collapsed like mud, rubbed his face with his hands, and after a moment he tore off a human skin mask as thin as cicada wings, revealing a slightly pale face.
The face of a middle-aged man.
Looking at the human skin mask with a clear knife mark on its face, Meng Qi showed a trace of sadness on his face.
That was Xiang Hui who entered the space of the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation with him and participated in the trial.
This unlucky guy didn't know when he was killed by the Variety Scholar.
Jiang Zhiwei and others looked at the human skin mask in Meng Qi's hand, and their surprise was fleeting. A group of people could be regarded as reincarnators. Faced with such a change, they quickly calmed down.
Zhang Yuanshan asked Tang Xuanming curiously: "How come Fellow Taoist recognized Scholar Bai Bian at a glance? I have been traveling around the world for a long time, and even though Scholar Bai Bian deliberately concealed him, he didn't notice it."
Tang Xuanming smiled and explained calmly: "The Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation has introduced the top four generals under Duoercha before. Among them, the ever-changing scholar asked me to pay more attention to such a strong man who can change a lot.
The most frightening thing.
I was afraid that such a person could disguise himself as someone around us and make a sudden attack. Then when I saw Xiang Hui, he would cover his face, which made me suspicious, so I tried it out, but I didn't expect it to be true.
"
A group of people marveled, and Meng Qi was covered in cold sweat.
After explaining the situation, Tang Xuanming smiled and said to Meng Qi and his party.
"Time is already very tight, let's go to Shaolin Temple first."
Meng Qi ignored his surprise and nodded quickly.
The three days are almost up. If we don't go to the Shaolin Temple, the mission will fail.
The sun is scorching in the sky and the water is gurgling.
Shaolin Temple also received news that a group of yellow-robed monks were blocking the way up the mountain.
Due to the flow of pilgrims, there are already inns and markets nearby.
"This place is similar to the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple."
Jiang Xiaowei frowned. She had been to the Shaolin Temple before and felt that the surrounding scene was extremely familiar.
"I'm a little unfamiliar with it. I was too young when I went up the mountain and didn't pay attention to the surrounding environment."
Meng Qi shook his head. He had just crossed over and was already standing at the entrance of the Shaolin Temple. He had no chance to appreciate the scenery at the foot of the Shaolin Temple. Therefore, even as a young novice monk in Shaolin, he had no right to speak.
Tang Xuanming was calm. His strength had increased to 32,000 kilograms during this period, and his body felt vaguely full.
He knew that this was the effect of growing too fast in a short period of time.
This is true in every world.
But even though he already knew this situation, he still frowned.
Soon after, the grassland general Duoercha will invade the Shaolin Temple.
He was a strong man who was about to reach the level of outdoor scenes. Even Gu Xiaosang, the strongest among them all, would be defeated if he faced Duoercha head-on.
Although Tang Xuanming was extremely knowledgeable in martial arts, it was difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice, and it was still difficult to fight against the power of heaven and earth with just brute force.
There are countless magical secrets in his mind. Success in any one of them can destroy Duo'ercha into dregs in minutes, but his strength does not allow it.
The time was too short, and Tang Xuanming had not yet understood the various rules of this world, although he had tried his best to analyze them.
But it is not realistic to directly practice top martial arts.
"It seems like we have to pick up the things we threw away before."
With a thought, Tang Xuanming picked up the memory in the corner of her mind. A martial arts that was considered top-notch in the world of low martial arts, even invincible, began to flow through her body with her breathing.
Faintly, the sound of a dragon roaring like a roar came from Tang Xuanming's body.
The Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu is a unique skill that made King Jin Lun famous. After practicing to the tenth level, he was invincible in the martial arts of the Southern Song Dynasty.
According to legend, even the most stupid person can successfully practice in only one or two years before entering the first level. However, the further you go, the longer the time will take to practice, usually doubling the time if you want to truly reach the peak.
, it may take a normal person a thousand years, and it is a method similar to cultivation in the world of martial arts.
Of course, for Tang Xuanming, who had reached the supreme realm and was close to the limit of the human realm.
Dragon-Elephant Prajna Kung Fu is far less mysterious than imagined.
At least in the world of high martial arts, the five or six-year-old children in the tribe have practiced dragon-elephant-like skills to the tenth level or above. Every gesture has a strength of more than ten thousand kilograms, and the best among them even has a hundred thousand kilograms.
"Masters, we have important news to report to the abbot of your sect, and we hope that we will be allowed to go up the mountain."
Meng Qi, a young monk himself, was responsible for communicating with the monk in yellow.
And just in this breath, the bamboo tube in Tang Xuanming's body was like exploding beans, crackling incessantly. In just one breath, Tang Xuanming practiced the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu to the seventh level.
The strength in the body did not increase, but the feeling of contraction, expansion, and overwhelm gradually disappeared.
Jiang Zhiwei glanced at Tang Xuanming in surprise. She was the most outstanding descendant of Xijiange's generation and had the sharpest swordsmanship.
Just now, she felt a huge surge of true energy rising in Tang Xuanming's body. Although it calmed down again between breaths, it put great pressure on her at that moment, and she couldn't help but draw her sword.
"Brother Tang, what did you just do?"
"When I saw a thousand-year-old temple, I accidentally realized something."
Tang Xuanming smiled indifferently, and there was a vague shape of a dragon elephant behind him. At this moment, his precious elephant was solemn, as if it was because of the reincarnation of the Buddha, and there was a faint halo of wisdom behind his head, which surprised a group of yellow-robed monks who were responsible for guarding the mountain.
Meng Qi, a young novice monk who was originally bald, was directly ignored by them. One of the monks in yellow took the initiative to salute Tang Xuanming and put his hands together.
"I wonder where the donor practices? Which eminent monk is he a disciple of? Why is he not ordained?"
Tang Xuanming laughed and said: "Three thousand trouble threads are troubles to you, but they are just appearance to me, why should I care so much?"
The monk in yellow raised his eyebrows. If outsiders were so arrogant outside the Shaolin Temple, they would definitely be kicked out of the mountain. However, Tang Xuanming had an extraordinary temperament. Even standing there, he had a Buddhist atmosphere, just like the Immovable King.
This unique Buddhist temperament cannot be faked and must have been practiced for a long time, so he just recited the Buddha's name in a low voice and remained silent.
And beside him, there were monks who knew the guest and returned to the temple to report.
About half an hour later, the leading monk in yellow loudly announced a Buddha's name and smiled at Tang Xuanming and his party.
"The abbot invites all the righteous men to come up the mountain."
The mountain road is winding and lush.
Meng Qi felt more and more familiar as he walked, and found that the scene here was the same as that of Shaolin Temple. He was secretly surprised in his heart, but kept silent.
Tang Xuanming didn't pay that much attention. He watched Meng Qi take out the list given to him by the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation from his arms and handed it to the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Xinji.
The candlelight in the Main Hall and other halls suddenly shone brightly, outlines a line of writing.
"Once the main mission is completed, the list of traitors has been successfully handed over to the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and all those who enter the temple will be rewarded with fifty good deeds."