"Yes, a man is capable of bending and stretching, and he has a bright future!" Li Mu said with a smile, and then left, leaving only Ling Tengyun with an unwilling face and everyone looking at each other.
It is said that after experiencing this, Ling Tengyun has always been worried about this matter, so that everything went wrong afterwards, and finally brought some trouble to Bai Yutang, who was saved by Li Mu today, but this is all for another day.
Let’s not mention it here for now.
Half a month later, Shaoshi Mountain and Shaolin Temple at the foot of Songshan Mountain.
Although there is usually an endless stream of incense in the Shaolin Temple, today is very different. The visitors are all people from all walks of life, armed with various weapons, gathering from all directions.
But what is surprising is that these people who like to fight bravely and fiercely gather here have no intention of fighting with each other. They are sitting quietly or leaning against the trees to enjoy the cool weather, quietly waiting for something.
In the broad courtyard in the center of the Shaolin Temple, a group of monks who were supposed to be sitting quietly in the temple and reciting Buddhist scriptures were treated solemnly in this broad courtyard. In the center of the monks were three old men who were sitting quietly and chanting sutras silently.
Monk.
The three old monks all have kind faces, and one will feel peaceful inside just by looking at them. These three old monks are none other than the three masters of Shaolin, namely Zhiqing, Zhiyuan and Zhiming.
"Haha, I'm really flattered that such a huge array is waiting for me!" A burst of hearty laughter came from the distance.
Following the sound, a handsome young man dressed in white and holding a golden sword came slowly and gracefully. Although his steps did not seem very fast, he arrived in front of everyone in an instant.
"Amitabha, the donor sent a greeting card saying that he would come to our Shaolin area. Our temple swept the couch to welcome him. Why don't the donor join the poor monks to drink tea, chant sutras, and discuss Buddhism together?" Zhiqing, the highest-ranking among the three old monks, said
Moving forward, he stood up with his hands clasped together and said to Li Mu.
"That thing is too boring for me. You can just read it yourself. I can't stand it. I just came to borrow two secret books to read. I have heard about the name of Shaolin's seventy-two magical powers. I am envious of it.
It's tight, don't worry, I'll give it back to you after a quick look."
"For the sake of the benefactor, martial arts secrets are just common delusions. If you are willing, you can shave your hair and become a monk. I believe that with the tolerance of the Buddha, if you let go of your obsession, you will have the opportunity to achieve bliss... (Five omitted here)
100 words)" Zhiqing picked up the plane and actually wanted to develop followers. Unfortunately, most of the people present had experienced great storms and sneered at his words.
[Don’t listen, don’t listen, the bastard chants sutras] (Funny~)
"Ah! Stop talking, give me one sentence or not!" What Li Mu can't bear most is this kind of long speech, especially this kind of preaching. It is killing him. After so many years, there is still no improvement.
.
Therefore, Li Mu Jianfeng kept pointing at the monks, "It's not like I won't pay it back, why am I so persistent?"
"Hey! Why is the donor so stubborn?" Zhiqing sighed sadly.
"If you don't hand it over, don't blame me for picking it up myself!" He said and rushed forward.
However, before Li Mu rushed in front of the three old monks, he was surrounded by a group of monks. Li Mu stopped and glanced around, and saw that the monks surrounding him were all exuding the golden light of brass, like
Golden Buddha statue.
"Is this the legendary Shaolin Eighteen Bronze Man Formation? It's interesting. I haven't warmed up yet, so I wanted to take a look at it." Li Mu swept forward with his sword horizontally. One of them raised his hand and made a golden sound.
The sound of iron clanking.
At this moment, the Eighteen Bronze Men attacked Li Mu from all directions. Li Mu raised his sword with his spiritual power, circled the sword in a circle, blocked all the attacks, and then fought with the Eighteen Bronze Men.
[Damn, it’s obvious that they can’t even take one of my swords when picked out individually, but it’s so troublesome to put them together. 】
While dealing with the Eighteen Bronze Men, Li Mu thought in his mind that although it would not be very difficult for Li Mu to break through the Eighteen Bronze Men, it would definitely consume part of Li Mu's spiritual power. If they were to face each other in the future,
The three old monks Zhiqing, Zhiyuan and Zhiming will suffer a little loss.
There was a stalemate for a while. After a few minutes, Li Mu, who really didn't want to continue the stalemate here, suddenly broke out. He knocked back the person who was close to him with a palm, and then fired three swords in succession. With an unstoppable momentum, the person who was hit
The three of them flew backwards as if they were hit by a mountain. This movement was clearly the "Three Green Peaks of Taiyue" in the Huashan swordsmanship!
Then Li Mu's body flashed ghostly, his index finger and middle finger were close together, and he used his fingers as swords to point out one after another. His fingers were like a strong wind and like stars in the sky. The bronze figures hit by Li Mu were all exhausted and their internal energy was running.
Not smooth, falling to the ground and unable to get up again.
In the blink of an eye, the Shaolin Eighteen Bronze Man Formation was defeated by Li Mu, and the whole army was about to be annihilated.
"That's all, step back. The donor is indeed very skilled in martial arts." Zhiqing stood up and called them back.
Li Mu quietly watched a group of monks taking away the injured bronze figures. Looking at Zhiqing and the other three monks who came, he said: "Why, are you feeling distressed? I just want to read a few books. If you can
How can I come up with so many things?"
"Donor, there is no end to the sea of suffering, and there is a shore when we turn around! Those scriptures and secrets are all responsibilities entrusted to us by the Buddha. Why should the donor be blinded by them?"
"Stop talking nonsense, give it or not!"
"Alas! If the donor is like this, then the poor monk will have to have sex with the donor." Zhiqing said with pain on his face.
"It's not good to be like this. You talk so much nonsense. I'll hit the sky and the earth with the infinite universe---Opening Tablet Palm." Li Mu struck Zhiqing with a palm.
Zhiqing's face condensed, and he clapped his palm. His palm seemed to be glowing with a layer of golden light and flew away with the palm wind.
"Bang!", the two palms met, and the stalemate lasted for less than three seconds. Both parties were pushed away by the strong repulsive force. Li Mu took two steps back, while Zhiqing took five steps back.
"Brother!" Zhiyuan and Zhiming stepped forward quickly, and Zhiqing waved to stop them.
"I admire the donor for having such skill at such a young age." Zhiqing lowered his head, "Although I am not as good at martial arts as the donor, the Buddha also cut his flesh to feed the eagles. If today the old monk's broken body can make the donor know how to return,
Then the poor monk is worth it!"
"Hey, hey, you old guy is going too far. You're talking about me like a villain. Don't you just want to read a few of your books?"
Just as Li Mu was speaking, Zhiqing slapped Li Mu with another palm. With full power, it looked like a living Buddha attacking Li Mu from a distance.
【Tathagata Divine Palm?】, Li Mu swung out the palm with his eyes shining brightly.
With his palms clasped together, Zhiqing retreated with an abnormally red face.