Chapter 108 Huang Shang, this dog official, is a real chicken thief
Chapter 108 Huang Shang, this dog official, is a real chicken thief
Jiumozhi was shocked by Xu Zhu's Buddhist teachings. He was quiet for a long time, and finally shouted with a ferocious face: "No matter what you say, Shaolin sect or martial arts sect, if you really don't study martial arts, what is your Bodhidharma Hall doing?"
There is no need for the seventy-two unique skills to exist!"
Xu Zhu sighed, "Oh, it seems that King Ming still doesn't understand."
"I understand you!" Jiumozhi lost control of Xu Zhubian's Buddha's heart, and his Taoist heart was shattered. He looked like crazy, completely ignoring the image of a monk, and roared: "You little brat, you have the ability to fight with the Buddha with a real sword and a real gun.
field!"
"Prince Ming really can't see through it."
Xu Zhu shook his head and slapped a palm lightly. This palm move was ordinary, but in the middle of the palm, it suddenly shook slightly, and one palm suddenly turned into two palms, two palms turned into four palms, and four palms turned into eight palms.
Jiumozhi blurted out: "Thousand-Armed Tathagata Palm!" Just as he said this, Xu Zhu's palm print doubled again to sixteen palms, and was about to become thirty-two palms. Jiumozhi couldn't help but
If he dared to hesitate, he immediately took out two Prajna Palms.
Xu Zhu's left palm came out from the bottom of his right palm, still swaying slightly, changing from one to two, and from two to four, the shadows of his palms were flying. Jiumozhi jumped up and returned the two Shaolin Scattered Flower Palms with a roar.
Jiumozhi transformed into seventy-two stunts, which was dazzling. The heroes of the Central Plains were shocked. They originally thought that Jiumozhi could only master a dozen or twenty skills, relying on his martial arts skills. Who knew that this monk actually knew seventy-two tricks?
The two unique skills are not bragging.
But Xu Zhu kept beating back and forth with this set of palm techniques. He made several circles with his left palm, and slapped with his right palm quickly, up and down, left and right, and after a few beats, Jiumozhi took a step back and struck again.
After a few beats, Jiumozhi took another step back. Seeing that he had retreated dozens of meters away.
Jiumozhi thought to himself: "This little beast has so much internal power. Although the palm techniques are complicated, the power is not dispersed. There are so many palm seals condensed in the void. But in this way, your internal power is scattered and consumes a lot of money. How can you catch me?"
A hard-fought palm technique?"
Jiumozhi screamed sharply, stopped retreating, stepped forward, and used Xuanci's special skill "Dajang Fist" to strike several times with his palms. However, after a few strikes, he felt a slight numbness in his right arm when he closed his palms.
, the internal force is running, not very comfortable.
He couldn't help but be shocked and thought: "How can the little beast's internal energy be so powerful? His palms are already restraining my internal energy even before they touch me. Could it be the Yi Jin Jing that no one has mastered in Shaolin for hundreds of years?"
Jiumozhi's guess was correct. When Yang Gui played against the Sweeping Monk for the first time a few years ago, he gave the Sweeping Monk a great shock. Although Yang Gui was defeated that time, there was no doubt that he was on the same level as him.
A strong man who far surpasses Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo and his ilk.
The sweeping monk also knew a little about the Xiaoyao sect. Seeing that Yang Gui looked so young, he knew that he must be related to the Xiaoyao sect. This made the victorious monk feel a sense of urgency. You must know that their Buddhist martial arts do not prolong life.
The secret to rejuvenation.
He had only been in the Sutra Pavilion for more than forty years. When he died a hundred years later, Yang Gui was still alive and well in his prime. At that time, Yang Gui wanted to come to Shaolin Temple for revenge. How could Shaolin stop him?
So the sweeping monk made up his mind to train a successor. He happened to meet Xu Zhu who came to borrow scriptures. Seeing that Xu Zhu's mind was pure and kind, and his intention towards Buddhism was very strong, he asked Xu Zhu to come to the Sutra Pavilion once in the morning and evening. , look for him to learn Buddhism.
"Yi Jin Jing" requires breaking through the "self-image and human image" and not having the thought of practicing martial arts in the heart. In order to practice it, many eminent monks have been practicing martial arts for hundreds of years, but they all have the desire to be brave and diligent. Therefore, there is no one can succeed.
Xu Zhu was simple-minded and thought it was the Dharma. He understood it with the heart of the Buddha. After studying it for several months, he made rapid progress in the "Yi Jin Jing". He felt that his body was strong and his breathing was smooth. He thought it was the merit of the Dharma, so he became more determined to the Buddha. , causing the Yi Jin Jing to enter the country faster.
Later, the sweeping monk saw that his inner strength had reached a fever pitch and he also had great experience in Buddhism, so he taught him the "Thousand-Armed Tathagata Palm".
However, the Yi Jin Jing has not achieved any results for hundreds of years. Even the monks of the Shaolin Temple believe that it has no efficacious effect and do not care much if the secret book is stolen. Therefore, Jiumozhi also does not believe in evil. He yelled and gathered all his inner strength into one palm. Then he used the skill of the flame knife to gather his inner strength, and struck Xu Zhu in front of his heart with one move and two blows.
Xu Zhu sighed: "That's good, that's good." He drew back the power of his palm, and the palm prints all over the sky turned into one, and pushed it out with one palm. Before the palm print came, Jiumozhi was already unstable, and he felt that all the energy and blood in his body were gone. After shaking for a few times, I had a splitting headache, and I couldn't breathe in my dantian.
The one-clap-two-spreading palm is the strongest single-body Shaolin stunt. It requires all the inner strength of the whole body to be used in one blow. There is no way back, and Jiumo is unable to retreat.
With a "boom" sound, both palms struck each other, and Jiumozhi was thrown out, blood spurting out in mid-air, just like Quan Guanqing who was knocked away by him, which is in line with the Buddhist theory of the clear law of nature and the cycle of retribution.
Xu Zhu also turned pale, his body swayed a few times, staggered back a few feet, and then he barely stopped, with a sad face, "The power of King Ming's palm is really too great, little monk, little monk, ugh..."
Someone went over to check Jiumozhi's pulse and found that his Dantian meridians were in a mess and his internal strength was completely exhausted. Surprisingly, there were no injuries to his muscles and bones, only a little trauma from being thrown to the ground.
They couldn't help but praise: "Little Master Xu Zhu is so compassionate and compassionate, he is truly an eminent monk!"
Xu Zhu shook his head, stood up, knelt down in front of Xuanji, the head of the Discipline Academy, and said: "Master, uncle, this disciple violated the commandment of anger and killing, fought with King Ming, and seriously injured him, please punish him."
How could Xuanji dare to punish Xu Zhu? He was afraid that Xu Zhu would beat him to death with a slap if he said half a word wrong.
Besides, he originally thought that Xu Zhu had done a good job, he looked at Xu Zhu and said: "You are overly concerned. You protected the temple's power in times of trouble, and you were merciful in the face of battle. You only disabled King Ming's martial arts without hurting his bones. You can be said to be compassionate and meritorious. It’s okay, just get up.”
Xu Zhu nodded and said, "Yes." He turned around and stood up, bowing to Jiumozhi, "King Ming, this young monk did not know the seriousness of his action. I have offended him."
Jiumozhi's face was ashen, he struggled to get up and said: "There is nothing to offend, and I would like to thank the young master for being merciful."
He limped down Shaoshi Mountain, his back showing infinite desolation.
Many people also feel sad. It is difficult for people to have a happy ending in the world. They wonder whether the future will end as bleakly as Jiumozhi's. Maybe even if Jiumozhi saves a life, it is already a good ending.
Jiumozhi has left, Xu Zhu is about to return to the team of the younger generation, but he hears Murong Fu calling: "Master Xu Zhu, please stay."
Xu Zhu hurriedly turned around and saluted, "The young monk dare not be called a master, what do you think of Master Murong?"
"I don't have much advice. It's just that my young master is very determined to worship the Buddha. I wonder if you have a few fragrant scars on your back?"
"Eh? How did Murong Donor know that I had it when I was born? I still treat it as a family member chosen by God. Does it mean that Donor Murong also has fragrant scars on his body?" Xu Zhu had a simple mind and asked directly what came to his mind.
Murong Fu waved his hand, "I don't dare. My parents are both innocent. There is no need to hide their whereabouts or use secret codes to identify themselves. You think so, Ye Erniang."
Ye Erniang shed tears in pain.
The heroes also came to their senses. Ye Erniang's son? They remembered the purpose of their trip. Could it be that Monk Xu Zhu, who showed his great power and defeated Jiumozhi, was actually the son of the abbot?
Not to mention other people, even the Shaolin Temple people secretly looked at Xuanci.
There were already whispers in the crowd, "No wonder Xu Zhu is so good at martial arts, he is the abbot's son!"
"As expected, the Shaolin Temple is also a place of filth and nepotism. No one else knows the Shaolin stunts and the Yi Jin Jing, so why does Xu Zhu know it? Not because his father is the abbot!"
"The abbot's son is very skilled in martial arts. If he takes over the Shaolin Temple in the future and passes it down from generation to generation, won't the Shaolin Temple become his private property? Xuanci is so scheming!"
Xu Zhu's face was full of panic after hearing this, and he waved his hands repeatedly, wanting to explain something, but he didn't know how to explain it, and he didn't know who to explain it to. Seeing the fellow apprentices around him looking at him unkindly, he became even more panicked.
Xuanci finally said: "Xuzhu, please take off your clothes."
"Yes." Xu Zhu's mind went blank. Hearing the abbot's words, he immediately followed the instructions. Sure enough, there were nine red scars on his back.
Now there was no doubt about the fact. The voices of the heroes denounced Xuanci became louder and louder than the waves, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.
Xuanci didn't mean to deny it, he stretched out his hand to touch the top of Xu Zhu's head and said: "Good, good! Once you create a cause, there will be a result. You have been in the temple for twenty-five years, but I never knew that you were my son!"
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As soon as these words came out, the voices of the heroes became even louder, as if they were about to overturn Songshan Mountain. The expressions on everyone's faces were astonishment, horror, contempt, anger, fear, pity, all kinds of expressions, it is really difficult to describe.
Abbot Xuanci was highly respected and admired by everyone in the martial arts world. When Quan Guanqing ordered people to spread the news, most people were skeptical and just watched it for fun. Who would have thought that he would actually do such a thing?
Ye Erniang burst into tears.
Murong Fu took a step forward and said loudly: "Master Xuanci, you committed the obscene precepts more than 20 years ago. Those are your own precepts in your sect, and you will be punished by your sect's discipline department. Maybe your sect is because the master is the abbot.
, whether to punish or not to punish is a dilemma."
"But you have allowed Ye Erniang to bring trouble to the world for more than 20 years. Many babies have died unexpectedly, and many families have been torn apart. This is a public case in the world. I will not allow Shaolin to handle this matter behind closed doors. It must be faced by everyone in the world.
An explanation.”
He mobilized his inner strength and was able to drown out the loud shouts and shouts of thousands of people. The voices in the audience were first silenced, and then erupted into even louder cheers.
"Okay! Master Murong said it well!"
"The old thief Xuanci is bald, has a sanctimonious appearance, and has a human face and a beast's heart. If he doesn't die, the people will not be angry!"
"Burn the Shaolin Temple on fire!"
Many people are out of righteous indignation, but many more people are emotionally aroused, purely stimulating the evil thoughts in their hearts, and want to completely destroy the Shaolin Temple that usually weighs on their heads.
Murong Fu looked on with cold eyes. This is the human nature that Mr. Yang said. He silently thought in his heart, what's the point of ruling such a group of people in the future, even if he wins the world?
He can now use human nature very freely to achieve the results he wants, but he still has no idea how to face the evil of human nature.
Seeing that the matter had come to this, Xuanci was about to stand up and confess his crime, but found that someone was quicker than him to stand up.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Murong."
Huang Shang took a step forward and stopped Murong Fu who wanted to continue speaking, "How Shaolin Abbot handles this should be decided by the Central Plains martial arts community, not by your words."
Murong Fu glanced at Huang Shang in surprise. Wasn't Wudang in the same group as Mr. Yang? Why did he come out to cause trouble?
Xuanci almost burst into tears. Unexpectedly, I wrongly blamed you. Unexpectedly, when there was a real crisis, it was you, Wudang, who came out to help Shaolin. There is no need to say anything. I will pass on the order now. In the future, Shaolin will agree to cooperate with Wudang.
Both are respected in the martial arts world.
It’s so funny, Yang Gui is Yang Gui, and Wudang is Wudang. If Murong Fu had finished singing today’s play, why would Zhang Sanfeng send Wudang to join in the fun?
Huang Shang is also a chicken thief, and he is worthy of being a person who will be favored by the saints as an official in the future. I, Wudang, follow a group of people to add insult to injury to you, which is not my skill. They say that we are on the same level, but you have to come out to save you when you are in danger.
That's what you call someone who stepped on Shaolin and rose to the top.
The key is that Shaolin can't rely on this. After all, Xuanci has admitted it in front of the heroes of the world. In the future, whether he should be punished or punished, it will not affect him at all. It's just that the person who gives orders has changed from Murong Fu to Huang.
Shang, from Xiaoyao Sect to Wudang.
Otherwise, Huang Shang is still a dog official. If Murong Fu could figure this out in the original work, he wouldn't have ended up being the laughing stock of having his defense broken by the Six Meridians Divine Sword and being beaten by Xiao Feng in seconds.
Although the two people behind the scenes were good brothers, Murong Fu couldn't let it go at this moment.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Huang Zhenren is not particular about this. This matter is to recapture Ye Erniang, force him to find out the truth, and initiate mobilization to Shaolin Temple to seek justice for everyone.
.Fan Monk threatened me in the Central Plains Wulin just now, but he also blocked it with his own hands. How could he not be the master?"
Huang Shang laughed and said: "Mr. Murong also said that this is the martial arts meeting of the heroes of the Central Plains. As far as I know, you are the master of the Lingjiu Palace, but the Tianshan Mountains are thousands of miles away and are no longer the boundary of our country. The Central Plains Martial Arts Conference
How can the conference be left to the leadership of foreign leaders?"
"What Mr. Huang said is wrong. As we all know, I was once known as 'Nan Murong'. My family has been living in Gusu for a long time. It was just by chance that I commanded the Lingjiu Palace. How can you call me a person from the Western Regions?"
Huang Shang's eyes flashed: "Really? Do you dare to ask if Murong's surname is Han?"
"You!" Murong Fu was speechless and shouted anxiously: "I initiated this martial arts conference, and it was I who asked Quan Guanqing to order the Beggar Clan to spread..."
"Master Murong, be careful!" Huang Shang interrupted Murong Fu and glared at him, "Are you going to say that the largest gang in the Central Plains has fallen into the control of your Western Region sect? Senior Yang taught you this.
Of?"
"I...this...I..." Murong Fu was still young, and he was no match for Huang Shang, a scholar with a background in imperial education and a reserve dog officer.
Murong Fu, who was wearing yellow clothes, was speechless and full of confidence, "I have a profound knowledge of Chinese martial arts, and the martial arts of the Central Plains are the leaders of the world. There is no need to explain the affairs of the martial arts of the Central Plains to people from other countries. I hope some small countries can recognize it."
Clear your own position."
"What Huang Zhenren said may not be true in my opinion."
Suddenly an old voice sounded, and everyone looked up and saw a handsome middle-aged man pulling a beautiful woman in her thirties, and the beautiful woman pulling a girl who was as beautiful as a fairy, like a couple of gods. There were no trees around.
On the roof, the three of them seemed to be gliding in the air and landed on the ground.