Chapter 733 If you want to practice magic, you must first go to the palace
Shaolin Temple burns incense and worships Buddha every day, and kneels down every day to worship Buddha and Bodhisattva.
Now a person suddenly pops up and says he is Buddha, which is simply insulting.
"The donor is too naive...the donor really likes to joke."
Looking at the long knife that suddenly appeared in Tang Xuanming's hand, he felt the terrifying aura that made one's hair stand on end.
The old monk's originally angry face suddenly smiled brighter than the flowers.
A group of monks who had other thoughts in their minds suddenly calmed down.
"Well, that's right."
Tang Xuanming nodded with satisfaction and said calmly: "No more joking, let's talk about serious things. Shaolin and I have a lot of connections. I have always admired Shaolin in my heart."
"I believed your evil."
The old monk had a smile on his face and glanced at Tang Xuanming quietly. He said he was friendly, but the knife in Tang Xuanming's hand showed no intention of taking it back, and the feeling like a light on his back was still clear.
"Does this mean you have a fondness for Shaolin?"
A group of monks are complaining, and now they are pointing knives at us. If they have a bad feeling, then they will kill us without leaving any trace.
"I brought the Tathagata Divine Palm Master here for no other purpose. I just want you to take a look at it and see if the ancient Bodhi tree I snatched from the Western Regions looks good."
"It's beautiful to look at. It naturally nurtures the most wonderful Dharma of Buddhism. Half withered and half prosperous, it shows the mystery of life and death, and is the supreme treasure of Buddhism."
The old monk showed a charitable smile on his face and praised the ancient tree greatly. He was looking forward to Tang Xuanming's next words.
Since the general outline of the Tathagata Palm has been specially brought to the Shaolin Temple, wouldn't it be left to many monks to understand it?
They all said that they have a good impression of Shaolin Temple, and they have done a good job in laying the groundwork. I can understand how to carry people in a sedan chair.
The old monk gave Tang Xuanming a knowing look, and Tang Xuanming returned an understanding look.
Then he grabbed the ancient Bodhi tree and put it into the world of virtuality and reality inside his body.
Old monk: "???"
What the hell is this operation?
"Since it has been professionally certified by Shaolin Temple and proved that it is not a fake, I feel relieved."
Tang Xuanming patted the old monk on the shoulder, as if the two brothers were in good company, and then never mentioned the general outline of the Tathagata Palm. This sudden turn of events caught the attention of a group of monks present.
Even Chong He was a little surprised that he could associate this shameless young man with no profound temperament with the man who had gone all out in the Western Regions, killing one Dharmakaya with one blow.
He suspected that if Tang Xuanming continued to operate like this, the group of monks present would take the initiative to start a fight.
"Could this be his strategy, let the Shaolin Temple take the initiative, and then I'll wait to suppress them, eliminate the evil thoughts in their hearts, and then look for the traces left by Abbot Kongwen bit by bit. Maybe I'll go to the Wang family. I won't do anything in advance.
Just knowing the details about Abbot Kongwen.
After understanding the specific situation in Shaolin, they will definitely be able to find out where Abbot Kongwen is sealed? As long as Abbot Kongwen is rescued, everything will be easy to handle."
Before he could finish his thoughts, he saw Tang Xuanming touching the old monk's bald head and saying, "Do you want it? Just tell me if you want it? How can I know you want it if you don't tell me? If you want it, just tell me."
Just tell me loudly, so that I can know what you are thinking."
Chonghe's brows jumped when he saw the well-educated old monk, and his skinny fists were clenched, with a faint golden light flashing on them.
"I'm afraid something will happen if you continue like this..."
Tang Xuanming was completely unaware, and laughed loudly: "I'm kidding you! I have an old acquaintance in Shaolin, and I'm going to give him the Tathagata Palm. It only costs nine-nine-eight dollars to take the Tathagata Palm home."
A group of people had black lines on their heads and did not want to talk to Tang Xuanming.
But he also quickly found the young monk Tang Xuanming mentioned.
Meng Qi looked confused and innocent as he looked at a frightening senior monk with gray beard and eyebrows, some of whom even had almost no teeth.
The eyes of these old monks shone when they looked at him, which made his heart beat.
"Have all these old monks eaten I love Ichijo Chai? This look is so scary. I feel like I am reading a book of peerless magic. Will I be raped? Do I want to resist?"
When he saw that his master Xuan Bei's eyes were shining and he was looking at him as if he were looking at a peerless magical skill, Meng Qi's heart collapsed.
"This body has a delicate appearance and can be regarded as a handsome man among ordinary people. However, the Shaolin Temple has never had a female disciple for so many years. Among the world-famous seventy-two stunts, many are related to hands, such as finger twisting, bodhi palm, and vigorous strength.
Vajrapani...Have I discovered a great secret of Shaolin?
Could it be that they want to use me to practice martial arts today? To practice the powerful vajra?"
While thinking and making up random things, Meng Qi heard the familiar voice of his master Xuan Bei ringing in his ears.
"Disciple, come here. There is a benefactor who thinks that you are destined to him and is going to teach you his unique magical skills."
Meng Qi looked up and was suddenly shocked.
A group of old monks gathered together. In the center, Tang Xuanming, dressed in white robes, stood there with a smile.
Compared with before, Tang Xuanming no longer had that inexplicably powerful Zen charm, and his human aura was heavier, and even felt familiar to Meng Qi.
"Little monk, are you here?"
Meng Qi was a little hesitant, not sure whether he should respond to Tang Xuanming.
He started out as a Shaolin handyman disciple and spent most of his time in the Shaolin Temple. The only time he left the temple was with his master Xuan Bei. Logically speaking, he had no chance to meet Tang Xuanming, the reincarnated Buddha who was number one on the list.
If I met Tang Xuanming at this time, I'm afraid it would be a big problem.
As his thoughts were turning, he heard Tang Xuanming speak again with a smile on his face.
"I have a unique magic skill that I want to teach you. Do you want to learn it or not?"
Meng Qi turned his head and looked at his master Xuanbei. Xuanbei looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose. He had a look of compassion on his face, without any hint of it.
He became increasingly confused.
"Brother Tang is a figure in the mountain village on the western border of the Jin Dynasty. He was unknown for the first twenty years. He has only been exposed to martial arts for more than a year. There has never been any doubt about this. The list of people also proves this."
"Why did he come to Shaolin Temple?"
After observing the surrounding old monks, every monk was silent at this time, but the atmosphere was not awkward, but rather filled with an inexplicable sense of Zen.
"Accept me, a direct disciple of Shaolin, as your disciple and teach me peerless magical skills. Moreover, these eminent monks don't object. Shaolin doesn't want to lose face?"
"It's really a peerless magical skill. It's one level higher than the evil-repelling sword manual I told you back then. It's the legendary Sunflower Book."
Meng Qi's mouth twitched and he almost turned around and left.