Fang Zheng struck out with a light palm, which seemed extremely ordinary, but in the middle of the palm, he suddenly shook slightly, and one palm suddenly turned into two palms, two palms turned into four palms, four palms turned into eight palms, and then continued to increase in binary.
Lin Tianheng's eyes darkened when he saw this. He knew that this was Fang Zheng's unique skill "Thousand-Armed Tathagata Palm", which was famous for its unpredictable changes and could restrain Lin Yicong's straight-forward fighting style.
Multiple changes may not be a good thing, and simplicity and roughness may not be a bad thing, but Fang Zheng's footwork is so clever that Lin Yicong couldn't touch the corners of his clothes for a while.
No matter how Fang Zheng's palm skills changed, Lin Yicong responded with a punch. Although he couldn't break it, he was evenly matched in a short period of time.
Lin Yicong couldn't break Fang Zheng's moves, and Fang Zheng couldn't break Lin Yicong's moves because his moves were so simple that he couldn't even hide the flaws.
If Lin Yicong concentrates on defense, this "Kaishan Fist" will become the "Rock Fist", as stable as a rock and as immovable as a mountain, making Fang Zheng unable to attack.
Seeing that the two of them were at an impasse, Lin Yicong took the lead and shouted, causing many monks to cover their ears. It was a loud noise.
Seeing this, Fang Zheng knew that the opponent was going to launch the strongest attack, so he mobilized all his energy and stared at Lin Yicong with all his attention, not daring to slack off at all.
Lin Yicong knew that he could not match Fang Zheng in terms of moves, so he changed his fists into palms and used the "Star Absorbing Technique". However, he was unable to absorb any of his internal energy, and he was completely shocked.
Fang Zheng felt the strong suction coming from Lin Yicong's palm, and his mind was immediately shaken. He unleashed a palm with all his strength, and the overwhelming palm force instantly forced Lin Yicong back.
"Amitabha, what is the relationship between the young donor and Mr. Ren Wo Xing Ren?" Fang Zheng's face turned cold and he said seriously.
After that, Fang Zheng raised his head and looked at Lin Tianheng not far away, constantly speculating on this person's identity. He originally thought that since Dongfang Bubai usurped power more than ten years ago, the name Ren Woxing would no longer be heard in the world. Who would have thought that today his star-absorbing magic power would reappear in the world!
Hearing the words "Let me do it", the expressions of all the eminent monks of the Fang generation changed drastically, as if they were recalling the bloody storm of that year, and they looked at Lin Yicong with an increasingly unkind look.
The devil who absorbs people's power, everyone can find it and kill it!
Lin Yicong saw the expressions of all the monks change, and he immediately understood the relationship between them and Ren Woxing, and immediately said with a smile: "Old monk, don't worry, Ren Woxing's skills have been drained by me, and he will definitely not reappear in the world." Already."
"That's good! That's good!" Fang Zheng lowered his head and muttered, seemingly out of compassion, but in his heart he said: This guy has a lawless temper, and at a young age he has exhausted all of Ren Wo Xing's martial arts. If he continues to let it go, he will probably be in trouble in the martial arts world. What a disaster!
"Set up the formation!" Fang Zheng suddenly shouted, and the Shaolin monks came out with sticks. Under the leadership of several monks of the Fang generation, they surrounded Lin Yicong and Lin Tianheng.
When Lin Yicong saw this, he couldn't help but look to Lin Tianheng for help. These monks were holding French sticks, and their steps were neat and calm. When they flowed, they were like clouds and flowing water, and when they stopped, they were as heavy as mountains. It was obviously a very clever formation.
Lin Tianheng looked at the Arhat Formation that had defeated countless martial arts masters, and his heart was still intact. If he was young, he might have been interested in breaking the formation, but now he just wants to get the elixirs and scriptures as soon as possible. Settled the account.
"Just stop." Lin Tianheng's lips moved slightly, but the small voice sounded like thunder in the ears of the monks.
In an instant, the inner energy of all the monks refused to obey their orders. They rushed left and right, their energy and blood trembled, and all of them lost their ability to move. They collapsed on the ground, and most of them were unconscious.
Even Fang Zheng, the most powerful practitioner of the "Yi Jin Jing", could not help but feel a sweetness in his throat and spit out a mouthful of blood.
This low groan was much scarier than the "lion's roar" used by all the eminent monks since the establishment of the Shaolin Temple combined.
Looking at the disciples in the temple who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, Fang Zhengfei felt sad. Could it be that Shaolin's thousand-year foundation was about to be ruined in the hands of Lao Na?
Just when Fang Zheng was about to walk tremblingly in front of Lin Tianheng and beg him to let Shaolin go, Lin Tianheng spoke first.
"I would like to borrow the most precious treasure of your temple, the "Yi Jin Sutra" and the Big and Small Returning Pills. I hope the abbot can make it easier." Lin Tianheng walked up to Fang Zheng and said with a smile.
Fang Zheng felt a pain in his heart when he heard this. How could he be qualified to refuse Lin Tianheng's request now?
"Abbott, that's not possible. The "Yi Jin Jing" and the Great and Small Returning Pills are all valuable treasures of this temple. How can we let outsiders see them? The poor monk will risk his life to keep the treasures in the temple!" A monk with a radical personality named Fang covered his head.
Chest, roared.
Fang Zheng looked at his junior brother with complicated eyes. His heart was good, but unfortunately he was too pedantic.
Lin Tianheng also glanced at the monk named Fang, who immediately passed out. The remaining monks who wanted to speak suddenly fell silent.
"In my opinion, not all the monks in the temple are so determined to protect the sutras at all costs." Lin Tianheng said quietly, looking around at the same time. Wherever he looked, the monks who were not unconscious lowered their heads one after another, all silently waiting for Fang Zheng to make his decision.
Final decision.
"Besides, I am just curious, so I came to take a look. Abbot can rest assured that it will not be passed on to other people." Lin Tianheng looked back and said, although he will not pass it on to other people, it is appropriate to adapt it and pass it on to his descendants.
Upon hearing this, the monks felt relieved, believing that such a powerful senior would never go back on his word.
"Senior, please follow this poor monk." Fang Zheng tried his best to suppress the surging Qi, blood and Qi in his body, raised his right hand in the air, and then led the way, leading Lin Tianheng and Lin Yicong into the temple.
Seeing the abbot's surrender, the several eminent monks who were still conscious felt extremely complicated. They felt secretly happy about surviving the catastrophe, humiliated to endure, and helpless because of their lack of strength. In the end, they could only turn into chants of Buddha and sighs.
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Under the leadership of Fang Zheng, Lin Tianheng and the two went to the legendary Sutra Collection Pavilion and found a quiet room. Fang Zheng told Lin Tianheng the contents of the "Yi Jin Jing" without daring to hide anything.
The kung fu of the "Yi Jin Jing" circles the veins of the body and connects the spirit of the five internal organs. It circulates without being scattered and flows continuously. Qi is generated from within and blood is moistened from outside. It is truly a master-level treasure.
However, it has been passed down for many years and has experienced many disasters. Many of its essences have been lost, and the most critical method of nourishing the mind has been cut off.
However, his method of refining qi and accumulating essence impressed Lin Tianheng. If he slightly modified it and incorporated it into his practice, it might have the effect of extending his lifespan.
‘If I can see the original version of “Yi Jin Jing”, I’m afraid the harvest will be even greater.’ Thinking, Lin Tianheng made a reservation in advance for a world.
"The above is the complete text of the "Yi Jin Jing", the most precious treasure of our temple. Since the only copy of the Sutra was lost once in the Song Dynasty, the scriptures have been passed down orally. I hope that my predecessors will forgive me." Fang Zheng was afraid that Lin Tianheng would have a grudge, so he explained specifically.
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Lin Tianheng nodded and said he wouldn't mind. He probably guessed what Fang Zheng said about the loss of menstruation.
Word-of-mouth transmission can certainly ensure the safety of the scriptures, but there are bound to be errors and omissions. If it were not for the transcendent status of the Shaolin abbot, there would be almost no accidental death. This scripture might have disappeared long ago in the vast river of history.
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When the two of them walked out of the quiet room, Lin Yicong was still reading the other martial arts secrets in the Sutra Pavilion with fascination. The seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin were really extensive.
When Lin Tianheng saw this, he did not stop him. Under the leadership of Fang Zheng, he went to Yaowangyuan. Here, Lin Tianheng got the elixir recipe of Xiao Huan Dan.
Fang Zheng was very aware of current affairs and gave him one Da Huan Dan and three Small Huan Dan. This made Lin Tianheng feel very good and he casually pointed out several errors and omissions in the "Yi Jin Jing", which benefited Fang Zheng.
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In a relatively pleasant atmosphere, Lin Tianheng and Lin Yicong left the Shaolin Temple.
Returning to the Main Hall, Fang Zheng began to order people to finish the work. He was pleasantly surprised to find that all the monks simply passed out and their bodies were not seriously injured.
The more this happened, the more Fang Zheng felt that Lin Tianheng was unfathomable, so he made the decision to close the mountain for self-cultivation.
"The current situation in the world is treacherous, and there are such tyrannical people entering the world. I hope this action can keep Shaolin out of the matter." Fang Zheng looked into the distance and sighed quietly.
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