Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Nine Night Attacks Quietly Reciting Zen Buddhism
"Amitabha! I wonder why all the donors came to visit late at night. What is the important matter?"
In the silence of the night, a voice like a bell and a bell suddenly came from the Jing Nian Zen Sect.
"No, we've been discovered, then we'll attack by force." After hearing this voice, a group of masked men in black immediately shouted inwardly, "No," but then the leader's eyes flashed fiercely and he faced
The dozen or so people in black clothes behind him put them down and shouted in a low voice.
So these dozen or so men in black, like monkeys walking through the forest, quickly headed towards the interior of Jing Nian Zen Sect.
However, when they entered the courtyard of the Jing Nian Zen Sect, they were suddenly a little confused. They saw that the courtyard of the Jing Nian Zen Sect was filled with monks holding monk sticks, and they all glared at each other.
"hiss!"
The leader of the men in black took a cold breath, "I didn't expect these monks to have known about it for a long time, and even 'ambushed' them here. It's really abominable!"
"Boss, are you still up there?" One of the men in black sobbed, and then asked the leader of the men in black.
"Come on, why not? Since we are here, there is no reason for us to go back empty-handed. Besides, as long as we grab the national jade seal, we will be able to enjoy the hot food in the future."
A look of greed flashed through the eyes of the leader, and then he spoke harshly to the person behind him.
"Amitabha, what are you doing for the donors who are here late at night?" On the side of Jing Nian Zen Sect, from behind all the monks, a middle-aged monk in his forties slowly walked out. He clasped his hands and faced the black people in front of him.
Yirendao.
"Hey! Why did you come to your place late at night? Of course I wanted to borrow something from your meditation Zen sect."
"I wonder what the donor wants to borrow?"
"The Imperial Seal!"
"The donor is joking, how can we in meditation Zen have such a treasure?" Although he was shocked, the middle-aged monk shook his head without changing his expression.
"Monk, please stop making excuses. It has been spread throughout the martial arts world. You, Zen Zen Sect, have this national jade seal. It is useless no matter how much you argue at this time. You should hand over the jade seal as soon as possible. Otherwise, I will
Lead your brothers to demolish your Zen monastery."
The leader said coldly.
"Amitabha!"
There was no response, only a Buddha's name, which made the boss even more angry.
"Since you, monk, are so stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless. Brothers, please do it," the boss shouted.
Immediately, a dozen men in black behind him rushed in quickly, each holding a murderous weapon and killing them with ferocious expressions on their faces.
They are all a group of desperadoes, and they don't care about the prestige of the Jing Nian Zen Sect. In their view, anyone who stands in their way will die.
The bloodthirsty smile suddenly bloomed, but not long after it bloomed, these people stopped laughing instantly.
Because after a fight, the men in black suddenly discovered that they were suppressed by these monks. After just a few moves, several brothers were injured by the monks' sticks.
If these monks' sticks turned into swords and guns, wouldn't some of them be already dead?
At this time, the boss also felt that something was a bit tricky. He didn't expect these monks to be so powerful, especially when they unite and form a formation.
He is very clear about the strength of these brothers he brought, but he has accepted the most elite, each of them has acquired eighth-level strength, and a few have even reached the peak of acquired strength, almost breaking through the innate realm.
But at this time, he was completely suppressed by these monks.
"Damn!" There was no other way, so the boss had to go up in person, hoping to reduce the pressure on his brothers.
He took action brazenly and struck the middle-aged monk's head with a swift flash of sword, like a bright light in the dark night.
The boss is a master in the innate realm, and he is also a good player in the innate realm, so the boss in black is very confident in this move. He believes that few people in the innate realm can catch his move.
You must know that his sword can kill many innate masters at the same level as him.
But the next scene made the boss's eyes suddenly pop up, and he saw the light of the sword he was about to strike when he was about to hit the middle-aged monk's body.
The middle-aged monk moved. He closed his hands and then opened them. His palms suddenly changed color, as if they were golden, and then he slapped the sword fiercely.
boom!
The sword light was shot away in an instant. But the middle-aged monk was unscathed. Obviously, the sword light did not break the palm.
"Vajra Palm!"
The boss in black is not a fool. When he saw this, he didn’t know that what the middle-aged monk was using was Shaolin’s unique skill, Vajra Palm.
As a result, the boss in black felt a sudden shock in his heart. From the monk's palm just now, he could see that the monk had put a lot of effort into this Vajra Palm. This palm had already penetrated the Vajra Palm to a certain extent.
for.
And to be able to break through his sword so easily, it is obvious that his strength is not bad.
It is not easy to know that his sword technique is called Demon Slayer Sword Technique. He picked it up from a cave, and there was a withered bone in it.
It was a pity that when he picked up this sword manual, many pages were damaged and could not be read clearly. He finally went back and sorted it out, and finally mastered the third level of this sword technique.
trick.
But even so, this demon-slaying sword technique greatly increased his strength. He began to use it from the acquired realm, allowing him to go through many times and kill many people who were stronger than him.
The sword strike just now was the first move, 'Ghost Walking Without Shadow', which focused on speed. As soon as the sword came out, it disappeared instantly. Unfortunately, it was dark at this time, so his sword's power was greatly reduced.
Because of the darkness, the light of his sword could not be concealed. But even so, his sword was very fast, and ordinary people could not react at all.
"The ghosts are endless!"
The boss in black, after seeing the middle-aged monk catch his first blow, immediately raised the knife and released the second move instantly. This move, the boss in black used it with all his strength.
Leaning forward, Pi Lian's sword blade went directly from bottom to top, towards the monk's waist, as if he wanted to 'cut him in half'.
The knife was fast and hard, and he was merciless. It was obvious that the boss in black had murderous intentions.
"Amitabha!"
With a Buddha's name, the middle-aged monk saw that the boss was so merciless, but there was no expression on his face, but his hand movements were not slow at all.
He stretched out his hands lightly, like a butterfly's shadow, and instantly grasped the back of the black-clothed boss's knife with one hand. The other hand was not idle, and suddenly slapped the boss' right hand holding the knife hard.
If this palm is actually slapped, then the right hand of the boss in black will be useless.