Chapter 22 You make the wedding dress, I will wear it
"It's not the Six Meridians Divine Sword, I created it myself."
After hearing Master Kurong's exclamation, the old Taoist shook his head.
Master Kurong was in shock and doubt, Jiumozhi barely calmed down the churning Qi, and provoked: "This Taoist priest is here to rely on the strong to bully the weak, and to use his own sword energy to suppress the Six Meridians of the Duan family in Dali."
Sword? You just watched the battle silently, are you afraid that you also want to peek at my unique Buddhist skills? There is no need to be so hypocritical!"
His position changed very quickly, and he became thick-skinned. In the blink of an eye, he became the same enemy as Tianlong Temple.
The relationship between Buddhism and Taoism has always been bad.
Although Lin Lingsu is still working as a book boy for Su Shi and has not taken any action to destroy Buddhism, an old Taoist coming to the important place of Buddhism is still out of place after all.
The old Taoist was stunned: "Am I spying on your Buddhist martial arts?"
He rolled his eyes slowly, suddenly pointed out his finger, clicked it, and then flicked it one after another.
Master Kurong and Jiumozhi looked horrified.
Because the former is clearly a yang finger, and the latter is a flower finger.
Master Kurong was horrified that the Yiyang Finger was the foundation of the Duan family in Dali. It was impossible to spread the word. How could the other party get it? But Jiumozhi was puzzled. This old Taoist didn't even laugh!
When Sakyamuni preached the sermon on the Lingshan Mountain, he held up golden Polo flowers and showed them to everyone. Everyone was silent. Only the Venerable Kassapa smiled and understood the inner Dharma, so there is a saying of holding the flowers and smiling.
Therefore, when using the Flower Finger, a smile is a must. How can you use the Flower Finger without smiling?
Seeing their dumbfounded expressions, the old Taoist explained kindly: "This is called Xiao Wuxiang Gong. It belongs to my Taoist family. I can use all your moves. I don't need to learn it secretly."
Can an aboveboard simulation be called stealing?
That’s called ability!
This explanation was really clear, but the two monks didn't believe it. They moved their feet to surround the old Taoist.
Master Kurong wants to take back his yang finger, while Jiumozhi wants to understand the origin of the flower finger and how to stop laughing.
His flower-twisting technique was passed down by Murong Bo and is a true Shaolin secret. He relies solely on Buddhism to practice the flower-twisting technique.
This was originally the right path, but unfortunately, after I acquired the Small Phaseless Kung Fu, I gave up on the cultivation of finger-twisting, and relied solely on this Taoist secret to activate the seventy-two stunts, which put the cart before the horse.
Seeing the two people surrounding them, the old Taoist wondered: "Didn't I tell you that my small Wuxiang Kung Fu can be used with all the tricks in the world? Your monk's martial arts are just average. I won't learn them secretly!"
As soon as these words came out, Master Kurong's cultivation showed anger in his eyes.
Who am I not targeting, all monks are rubbish?
"The Taoist Master's words are too arrogant. Could it be that the seventy-two unique skills of the Shaolin Temple, and even the Yi Jin Jing, can't catch your eye?"
Seeing that the situation was about to break out, loud laughter suddenly sounded, and a middle-aged scribe appeared and blocked the old way from the other side.
When Jiumozhi saw it, he was immediately overjoyed: "Mr. Murong!"
The visitor was in high spirits and high spirits. It was Murong Bo. He returned the courtesy and said: "Prince Ming has also come to Dali. It is a blessing to meet our friends again!"
In the past, he gave Jiumozhi the seventy-two special skills he stole, the Flower Finger Nian, just to lure him to come to the Central Plains to stir up trouble. Now they meet again in Dali and exchange looks. He is a person who is afraid of the world being unstable. Jiumozhi
Confidence is doubled and becomes threatening again.
The old Taoist ignored the extra doll and replied: "The Yi Jin Jing and the seventy-two unique skills can only be mastered in the hands of that person, which is the real Shaolin unique skill. You are not good at it!"
When Murong Bo heard this, he smiled but said: "Since the Taoist Master looks down on us so much, he must have amazing karma skills. Please teach me!"
He has been practicing the Six Meridians Divine Sword recently and has made rapid progress.
His skills are extremely profound and his talent is extremely high. He doesn't think there is anything wrong with it. His confidence has grown to the point where he is the best in the world.
To take a step back, even if he is not the best in the world, he is still at the top, stronger than the three happy elders he met in Kaifeng.
What's more, he was one against three back then, and now it's three against one.
If the three top masters in the world besiege you, a little-known veteran, will they lose?
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"How could it be possible! It's impossible! We don't believe it!"
A quarter of an hour later, Murong Bo and Jiumozhi, their hair disheveled, supported each other and stumbled on the mountain road.
Blood dyed the clothes on their chests red. Just one attack on each of them almost destroyed their decades of hard training.
Could it be that the finger that made Jiumozhi vomit blood in the first place only used one power of success?
That veteran's martial arts skills were simply beyond imagination, reaching a level that was beyond the reach of ordinary people!
The three men surrounded him and couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes. After some playful observation, they pulled out three fingers.
One person points the finger, and no one pulls.
Master Kurong was shocked and flew back to Tianlong Temple. He and Jiumozhi were severely injured and flew back. They were so frightened that they fled directly.
"I didn't catch up!"
Murong Bo and Jiumozhi supported each other, exhausted their little energy, and finally got out of the Cangshan Mountain boundary.
Tianlong Temple is not in Dali City, but in the north of Zhongyue Peak in Diancang Mountain outside the city. Therefore, Jiumozhi blocked the door in a big way before, because he was arrogant and wanted to subdue the opponent with force.
"The martial arts of the Central Plains are indeed profound and profound. I must learn such peerless magical skills!"
Now that the bloody facts have extinguished his pride, Jiumozhi thinks about the miraculous martial arts of the old Taoist, feeling both fear and desire in his heart.
He looked at Murong Bo again, and was about to ask him about matters in the Central Plains, when he saw that his close friend's face suddenly turned green and white, and his body began to tremble slightly.
"Mr. Murong?"
Jiumozhi was startled, and his true energy slightly penetrated Murong Bo's body, and he immediately found that the true energy in his body showed a strange disorder, which was a sign of becoming possessed.
He rolled his eyes, weighed the pros and cons, and put Murong Bo down without taking off his shirt, placing his palms behind his back to help him recover.
In Jiumozhi's opinion, Murong Bo went crazy because of the huge gap, turbulent emotions, and severe injuries.
He can save.
In this way, not only was the kindness he had given to Shaolin his unique skills repaid, but Murong Bo was also indebted for saving his life, which made it easier for him to enter the Central Plains.
However, once their palms touched like this, the two of them were inseparable.
Feeling waves of indescribable twisting power entering the body, Jiumozhi's complexion changed rapidly, turning blue and white, and his body trembled slightly. Two waves of heat rose from the top of their heads, steaming their clothes.
"It's the Six Meridians Divine Sword. There's really something wrong with the book Fu'er gave me!"
Murong Bo knew what Jiumozhi was doing and wanted to stop it, but he had been speechless for a long time, and there was only regret and fear in his heart.
He thought that he was extremely gifted and that few people from the Murong lineage in Gusu could match him. When he was practicing the Six Meridians Divine Sword, he also repeatedly confirmed the scriptures before practicing it.
But he never expected that just when he was defeated by Xiaoyaozi, countless threads could be found from the Six Meridian Divine Sword Manual hidden in his arms, seeping into the true energy of his limbs and bones.
This penetration was both covert and bold. With the help of his newly cultivated Six Meridians Sword Qi, it expanded crazily.
If it was safe and sound in its heyday, Murong Bo would have had ways to suppress it, but now that he was seriously injured, it was a great opportunity to take advantage of it.
Jiumozhi is offering buy one get one free.
But after all, the two of them were extremely skilled. Even if they were severely injured and were taken advantage of, they still fought with all their strength.
Just like that, a different kind of confrontation took place.
Jiumozhi spit out blood one after another, and Murong Bo's shirt exploded completely. Black and white silk threads intertwined around his chest, spreading like spider webs all over his body. The group finally arrived.
"You go to Tenryuji Temple first!"
Huang Shang gave instructions to Duan Zhengming and Duan Zhengchun. Looking at Tianlong Erjue who was sweating profusely, he skillfully cut the puppet master's silk thread with a single stroke and grafted the power of his faith onto it.