Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 242 The History of the Sweeping Monk

When Huang Lin crippled Xuan Bei's right hand with a sword, Ling Yan, who was fighting in Xiao Yuanshan, instantly sensed his strength.

the fat is in the fire!
Lingyan was extremely flustered.

Although I have never been the abbot of Shaolin, but I still have a bit of a big picture.

He guessed that Huang Lin's strength was too weak, and the people of the Xiaoyao Sect were also deceived by him, so he wanted to save Xuanci to the death.

But at this time, after Huang Lin showed the strength of a top expert, he immediately understood that he had caused a catastrophe!

Under the panic in his heart, the moves in his hands also showed flaws.

"Fighting against this old man, how dare you be distracted?!

Die! "

Xiao Yuanshan let out a loud shout, turned his right palm slightly back to gather momentum, and then penetrated through Lingyan's opening with a thunderous force.

Big Nine Heavens Hand!

When Lingyan reacted, the giant palm was already approaching, so he had to muster his true energy hastily, and barely resisted it.

"Bang~"

When the two palms met, Ling Yan immediately flew upside down.

"Pfft~"

The person was still in the air, and a mouthful of blood was already spurted out.

Even though Xiao Yuanshan still had internal strength in his body, Ling Yan still suffered a lot of internal injuries from the fully charged palm, and he was knocked into the air, and he had nowhere to borrow strength in the air, so he was already in a passive position to be beaten.

Sure enough, seeing this opportunity, Xiao Yuanshan had no reason not to seize it, and immediately stepped on it.

"Bang~"

The floor tiles on the square burst instantly, and people had already chased after them.

At the same time, he clenched his fingers into a fist and punched out.

Before the fist was close to him, the fierce and unparalleled wind had already blown the wide monk robe on Lingyan's body to rattle.

Great Demon Fist!

Lingyan's zhenqi had been dissipated just now, at this time he was at his weakest, unable to do anything to resist, he could only watch helplessly as Xiao Yuanshan's big fist was getting closer and closer.

Finished!

His eyes were already dark.

"Amitabha~"

Everyone in the square heard the Buddha's chant.

The voice was old, as if the person was whispering beside him.

"Want to intervene? Have you asked Huang?!"

I don't know when, Huang Lin's figure flashed beside Xiao Yuanshan, and at the same time, he slapped his palm to the empty space in front of him.

Tianshan Six Sun Palms, Yang Song Tianjun!

Everyone was wondering why Huang Lin shot into the air when there was no one else there.

But when Huang Lin used all his moves with the greatest power, a figure suddenly appeared there.

It was an old monk in gray robe.

As soon as the old monk appeared, he exchanged palms with Huang Lin.

"Boom~~~"

The two palms intersected, and there was a loud noise, and the air wave instantly swayed around the two of them.

When the Buddha's name sounded, Xiao Yuanshan knew that he was no match for this person, so he withdrew his strength. When the air wave came, he immediately abandoned the Lingyan and used his strength to stay away from the two.

But Lingyan was not so lucky, all his true energy was scattered by Xiao Yuanshan, before he could gather it, his attention was all on Xiao Yuanshan's "Great Demon Subduing Fist".

But the aftermath of Huang Lin's fight with the sweeping monk came from his side.

"Pfft~"

Without the slightest precaution, Lingyan was hit hard again, and another mouthful of blood spewed out.

After landing, he retreated again and again, until he stabilized his figure after seven or eight steps, and he was in a panic for a while.

After Huang Lin and the sweeping monk exchanged palms, they each landed on the ground, watching the other party stop making moves.

It was less than a breath from the time the sweeping monk's Buddha's chant sounded to the time when Lingyan lost his combat power.

People with weaker strength didn't see clearly how Ling Yan was injured.

Seeing Huang Lin confronting the old monk who had just appeared, Qiao Feng swung Xuan Nan away with his palm and then rushed over, standing behind Huang Lin with Xiao Yuanshan on one left and one on the right.

"Grandmaster?"

Xuannan didn't know this old monk, so he was quite puzzled.

Sweeping monk had just exchanged palms with Huang Lin. Knowing his strength, he didn't dare to relax. He just tilted his head slightly and said:
"Please treat that master first, otherwise, he may leave hidden dangers."

"Thank you, Master!"

Xuannan didn't dare to be negligent, and quickly helped Lingyan back.

Huang Lin didn't take the opportunity to act, but kept looking at the sweeping monk. After Xuannan helped Lingyan, he asked slowly:
"Huang has always had a doubt, and I hope the master can clarify it."

"The benefactor used just now, but the Tianshan Liuyang Palm?"

The floor sweeping monk didn't reply, but said the palm technique Huang Lin used just now.

Huang Lin was a little surprised. He knew that the sweeping monk knew the Xiaoyao School, and recognized Jiumozhi's "Little Wuxiang Gong" at a glance, but he didn't expect that the other party even knew "Tianshan Liuyang Palm" .

"How did the master know about the Despicable Sect?"

"Many years ago, the old monk got to know some things about your sect by chance. I don't know if the benefactor who couldn't grow up was ever cured?"

!!!

Even know about Wu Xingyun? !

Huang Lin was really confused now, and couldn't help doubting his earlier judgment.

When he was a rider in his previous life, he had read a lot of guesswork from sand sculpture netizens on Dianniang.

Some said that the sweeping monk belonged to Murong Longcheng, while others speculated that it belonged to Xiaoyaozi or Li Canghai. There are many ideas.

But he ruled them out a long time ago.

One, time!
According to legend, Murong Longcheng, Duan Siping, and Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin were from the same period.

Zhao Kuangyin died in 976 A.D., and it has been 113 years. This time is completely out of date. With today's aura of heaven and earth, no matter how advanced the martial arts is, he can live for about 20 or [-] years at most.

Well, Zhang Sanfeng is not included here.

Second, exercises!
The Xiaoyao sect belongs to the lineage of Zhuangzi, which belongs to Taoism.

If Xiaoyaozi and Li Canghai had buried their heads in the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion for nearly 40 years, under the influence of a large number of Buddhist scriptures, the best result would be that Buddhism and Taoism clashed and became obsessed!
Therefore, the sweeping monk cannot be Murong Longcheng, let alone someone from the Xiaoyao Sect.

But now the other party not only knows the Xiaoyao School, but also knows the martial arts in the school, and even knows Wu Xingyun's old troubles.

All these things made him doubt his judgment of identity for the first time.

If he is really Xiaoyaozi, Wu Xingyun and Wu Yazi are still hiding in the dark, maybe they didn't see clearly, but Li Qiushui is next to him, why don't they recognize him?

unless
A flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind, and Huang Lin asked:
"Master is talking about Senior Sister Huang. She has passed away from her old illness. I don't know if Master can tell you in detail. How did you know about these things?"

The sweeping monk counted with his fingers, and shook his head after a while, with an apologetic expression on his face, and said:

"It's been too long, I can't remember the exact time.

About 50 years ago, the old monk had not yet become a monk, and met the head of the noble sect at that time. After some discussions, the old monk admired the talent of Xiaoyaozi Taoist friend.

Afterwards, there were some discussions on martial arts, but at that time he was busy with his apprenticeship, and he went his separate ways not long after. "

Sure enough, the sweeping monk had met Xiaoyaozi and communicated with him, otherwise he would not have known about Wu Xingyun.

But for a master like Xiaoyaozi who can discuss martial arts with him, it is impossible for him to be much weaker than him. In this way, the strength of the sweeping monk was already extremely high more than 50 years ago.

But how could he be so unknown in Shaolin Temple?
You must know that Shaolin is not an ordinary sect, it is impossible to infiltrate someone casually, and you can hide in it without finding out if you shave your head.

Not to mention wandering around in such an important place as the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion all day long.

Thinking of this, Huang Lin cupped his fists with his sword, bowed to the sweeping monk, and said:

"The Xiaoyaozi that the master spoke of is exactly the teacher of the family.

Huang Lin, who is the head of the Xiaoyao School, dares to ask the master's Dharma name. "

The sweeping monk knew that Huang Lin was looking into his background, but he didn't care about it, and he bowed back with his hands clasped together.

"Amitabha~
I've seen Master Huang!
In the early years, the old monk was poisoned by the manggu and the vermilion clams. Although he saved his life, he lost all his energy.

In despair, he came to Shaolin and became a monk under the auspices of the potential master.

Give the name Hosuke! "

The two of them didn't avoid the others while talking, and as soon as the sweeping monk finished speaking, the place where all the monks gathered in Shaolin became noisy.

"Potential master?!"
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I almost didn't catch up, my family ancestor's birthday, I'm a bit dizzy from the busy work these two days
The night is gone, codeword fungus has a good night's rest, and will finish this copy tomorrow

Well, a little spoiler, Huang Lin and the sweeping monk had a big fight

(End of this chapter)