"Master, you really didn't disappoint me!" Ye Wei felt so comfortable all over his body. The power of the sweeping monk's finger was comparable to the combined attack of the demon-suppressing formation that day under the influence of Murong Bo.
It only means that at the same moment when Ye Wei unscrupulously took a hit from the Wuxiang Jie Finger, a dark heart-destroying palm hit the sweeping monk's forehead.
A protective air wall like cast iron and copper rose up in front of the sweeping monk's forehead. He blocked the heart-destroying palm three inches in front of his forehead. A wave of air exploded between the two of them, impacting the flaming Sutra Pavilion.
Shocked, the already fragile window edges, bookshelves, and door frames fell to the ground, and the fire in the Sutra Pavilion suddenly increased again.
In the Main Hall, many monks saw this scene and lost control on the spot. Especially the first Xuannan of Bodhidharma Temple was the most angry: "Abbot Xuanci! Ye Wei even dared to burn down the Sutra Pavilion. It was clearly Mara who came to this world.
Lawless!"
Xuanci remained silent.
On the other side, Xuanji, the head of the Discipline Academy, seemed to be in a daze, staring blankly in the direction of the Sutra Pavilion: "Mara Buddha? Is that right?"
This Xuanji is in charge of the precepts on weekdays, and has no clue about the various measures committed by the Shaolin monks. After the Shaolin monks practiced special skills, some people became violent and harmed people's lives, and some people broke the precepts and harmed their bodies due to their desires. Xuanji, who is usually the most compassionate and peaceful, is not responsible for
The Seventy-Two Special Techniques also had the deepest doubts. Knowing that the Sutra Pavilion was destroyed at this moment, it actually made him feel as if he had an enlightenment.
Behind Xuanji, Xuan Cheng, who was once the number one master in Shaolin but now a cripple with all his veins broken, suddenly walked out of the crowd and saluted in the direction of the Sutra Pavilion: "Amitabha!"
Xuan Cheng turned around and bowed to the monks: "I'm going down the mountain."
Xuan Cheng put down his monk's hat, took off his cassock, clasped his hands together, and walked out of the Main Hall with a steady gaze.
"Haha, Shaolin's stunts, only the stunts, but not Shaolin. The seventy-two stunts are all in vain. I'm going to go too!" Xuan Ji laughed loudly and followed Xuan Cheng down the mountain.
"Shaolin is destroyed, Shaolin is everywhere, I'll go there." Xuansheng, Xuanmie, Xuangu, Xuanjing and others followed suit, and for a while, a large part of the main hall was empty.
The look in Xuanci's eyes changed again and again until he finally made a decision.
When the Beggar Clan, the Quanzhen Taoist sects, the Kongtong sect and other heroes were walking halfway up the mountain, they heard the Shaolin bell ringing twelve times in a row.
After the bell was ringing, Xuanci's voice was heard, almost as loud as a Shaolin bell: "From now on, there will be no more Shaolin in Songshan Mountain!"
The heroes on the mountainside were in an uproar.
In the main hall, there are still those who cannot accept the dissolution of Shaolin.
This group of people, led by Xuan Nan and led by Xuan Tong, Xuan Sha, Xuan Gui, Xuan Nian, Xuan Shi, and Xuan Ming, rushed to the Sutra Pavilion when Xuan Ci summoned the Shaolin monks.
When they arrived at the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion, it was the moment when the battle between Ye Wei and the sweeping monk was in full swing.
The battle between Sweeper Monk and Ye Wei abandoned any fancy temptations from the very beginning, and almost every move was a fist-to-flesh exchange.
But seeing Ye Wei's punch, as if there was thunder in the muscles and bones, Xuannan, who rushed to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to watch the battle, was secretly frightened. Although he thought that his palm skills were not weaker than those of the abbot Xuanci, he did not have the confidence to take the punch.
Hold on to Ye Wei's punch.
But when I saw the sweeping monk slowly and slowly performing Shaolin's most basic Luohan Fist, with his fists facing each other, the strong wind flew around, causing the Sutra Pavilion to shake again and again, and was on the verge of collapse.
The more he fought with the sweeping monk, the more frightened Ye Wei became.
There is no doubt that the intention of this sweeping monk's fist is the Dharma and true compassion.
But this kind of compassion is the most terrifying. Every move and every move has no murderous intention, as if it is tempting and persuading people to worship the Buddha.
Only Ye Wei knew that these moves were terrifyingly powerful, and they were chosen by Ye Wei himself.
The "compassion" of the sweeping monk refers to the person who devotes himself to worshiping Buddha. If the other person is a demon with murderous intentions, this "compassion" will inevitably turn into thunderous fury.
But the question is, what is a "devil"?
Without him, the one person my fist power cannot convince is the devil.
This is also the reason why Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were easily transformed in the original work. The essence of "fist intention" is a confrontation on the spiritual level. The sweeping monk even turned this "fist intention" into substance, integrating it into every punch and every move.
Palm.
"It turns out that Buddhism's warning is to persuade with a stick!" Ye Wei suddenly realized, "In other words, I can't relax even with one punch today. If I lose, I will definitely be transformed by this monk?"
"Then I won't become Monk Sha? I don't want to!"
According to the routines of Buddhist exercises, such as the "empty to the end" of Prajna Palm and the special skill of "beating and spreading palms", they all have the same meaning. If you don't kill me, I will leave a glimmer of hope. But Ye Wei can't guarantee it.
, will this sweeping monk take the opportunity to give himself a "slap on the head" or "punch on the head"?
When Ye Wei was helpless, the sweeping monk was equally surprised.
"Jushi Ye's martial arts will is so firm, which makes the young monk stand in admiration." Although the sweeping monk has fought less often, he has a clear understanding of his own strength. His fists and kicks can really attack people physically.
"Persuading". Whenever he palms with someone, the opponent's palm power will be weakened by 50% out of thin air. The body-protecting Qi developed through hard skills such as the ordinary golden bell cover, iron cloth shirt, etc., is full of the meaning of "compassion" in him.
After being struck with a palm, it was useless. However, Ye Wei, regardless of his fist skills or body-protecting Qi, was able to ignore the effect of his fist and block his attack from outside his body.
"Hey, I'm a demon. It's normal that Buddhism can't transform me." Ye Wei felt that he had a slight grasp on the demon profession that the system matched him with like a joke.
"It's a demon or a Buddha. They exist in one mind." The sweeping monk simply stopped holding back and said with a smile, "Master Ye, practicing cultivation is like traveling against the odds. You and I are both travelers. Please accept my move."
The sweeping monk stopped his hand and retreated. There was no wind around his body. With the monk's robes swaying, his whole body slowly lifted off the ground and waved out both palms.
"I see Tathagata!"
"I thought you were going to give me the palm technique of falling from the sky!" Ye Wei complained, but his expression did not dare to relax at all.
With this push of the sweeping monk, it was as if a giant Buddha was pushed out from his hands!
A group of Xuan monks in the distance saw a lot of illusions. They all knelt down as if they saw the Golden Buddha coming to the world.
In Ye Wei's eyes, it was an airtight invisible wall of energy pressing towards him. He said in his heart: "It doesn't have the effect of destroying the world like Tathagata Palm, but it's almost the same."
After all, there are only two results for this palm, either it is forcibly broken by the opponent, or the opponent kneels down and accepts transformation, just like Wuzhishan knocking down a monkey.
"Damn it, it's such a trap if you don't have a special move!" It's impossible to counterattack. Although the Seven Injury Fist and the Heart-Destroying Palm are Shaolin's first-level stunts, they can only be regarded as conventional martial arts in front of this move of the Sweeping Monk. The Five Tigers
The martial arts level of the Soul-Destroying Sword is sufficient, but the level has not been improved yet.
Thinking of this, Ye Wei sighed in his heart: "What else can you do? Just resist. As long as you can't beat me to death, when you get tired of beating me, I can beat you to death instead."
Gold, silver and black patterns circulated on Ye Wei's body. The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth and the power of the Seven Injuries Fist in his body continued to move, pushing up the strength of his body.