Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 243 The Final Battle of Shaolin

"Potential master?!"

Lingyan, who was helped back by Xuannan, couldn't help but exclaimed when he heard the sweeping monk's words.

This potential master is the 32nd generation patriarch of Shaolin, two generations older than him. He is proficient in Buddhism and not known for his martial arts, so he is unknown in the world.

But as one of the few surviving 34th generation disciples of Shaolin, he is well aware of the status of potential masters in the temple.

The strength of this ancestor is still unknown, but his Buddhist principles and clever arguments are unrivaled among generations of disciples.

It is a very special existence.

And he almost never shows up, buried in the vast scriptures all year round.

When did you get shaved?

With his status and status back then, shaving someone by himself was no different from accepting a disciple.

But about such a big event, there was no news from the temple.

He had never even heard of this Uncle Fa Jie, so it didn't surprise him.

At this time Ling Yan had already recovered a little bit, broke free from XuanNan's support, turned to XuanCi and asked:

"Martial nephew, have you ever known this Master Fajie?"

The two stood side by side, Lingyan's sparse beard was covered with blood stains, and the moon-white monk's robe was also dotted with stars.

Xuanci next to him was similar to him, except that Xuanci was wearing a brocade cassock, and the blood stains on it were not too obvious, only some blood beads were still hanging on the long beard.

He had heard what the sweeping monk said a long time ago, and had been frowning in thought. Now, after hearing Lingyan's question, he shook his head slowly.

"I've seen it a few times in the Sutra Pavilion. I only know that he is an ordinary sweeping old monk. I didn't expect to be a disciple of the potential master, and he was given a dharma name!"

Xuanci has been in charge of Shaolin for nearly 30 years, yet he doesn't know anything about the background of this master Fajie, but Huang Lin's attitude just now seems to know him very well, which makes him feel a little bit depressed.

He only felt that his mind was too complicated these years, only thinking about how to improve Shaolin's status in the world, and even the masters in the temple didn't understand it.

If there was such an expert in Zaozhi Temple, he would definitely come up with another plan, how could it end up in today's field?

Although he suffered serious internal injuries under the attack of qi and blood, his eyesight is still there, and he has already seen just now that neither the Master Fa Jie nor Huang Lin is an ordinary extreme.

With my own strength, in front of these two people, I am not much different from those ordinary gangsters in the arena.

Thinking of this, Xuan Ci immediately greeted everyone, took two steps forward, clasped his hands together and bowed to the floor sweeping monk.

"Xuanci, I have met Master Fajie!"

"I have met Master Fajie!"

All the monks followed Xuanci and shouted in unison.

Xuan Bei was crippled, Ling Yan was injured and lost his combat strength, Xuan Ci suffered damage to his heart veins early on, at this time all the monks in Shaolin were already aggrieved, and now that Fa Jie was born, they were all very excited.

The sweeping monk stared at Huang Lin twice, seeing that he had no intention of doing anything for the time being, then turned around and saluted everyone.

"This old man is just an ordinary floor-sweeping old monk in the Sutra Pavilion, and I don't deserve such generous gifts from the great masters."

After scanning Xuanci and the others, he sighed secretly.

To be honest, he didn't want to get involved in this matter.

It was only when I lost all my skills at the beginning that I was enlightened by the potential master, so I lost the idea of ​​committing suicide.

After staying in Shaolin for more than 40 years, I developed some feelings for Shaolin to some extent.

When he spoke just now, he had already heard the whole story from the whispers of those Jianghu people in the square.

This matter, Shaolin is completely unreasonable!

If Lingyan didn't stop Xuanci from committing suicide, everything would be fine.

Can.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Lingyan more, then turned around to face Huang Lin, and said:
"Master Huang, according to Your Excellency, how should we explain today's matter?"

"Why?"

Huang Lin chuckled, and then replied with a serious face:

"Huang Mou originally admired Shaolin's prestige for hundreds of years, but today's practice of your temple has repeatedly broken Huang Mou's cognition.

Huang had given the opportunity just now, as soon as Xuanci committed suicide, Huang would immediately take the disciples down the mountain, and the matter was exposed. "

All the monks in Shaolin were filled with grief and indignation, thinking of him, when he was a dignified Shaolin, when was he forced to commit suicide by the contemporary abbot?
But the sweeping monk has a calm face, if Xuanci is forced to commit suicide, judging from the current situation, although Shaolin has been hit, it can barely be regarded as an emergency stop loss.

But Huang Lin's request is obviously more than this.

Sure enough, he continued to say with piercing eyes:
"However, your temple rejected Huang's proposal!

Now Xuanci alone is not enough to end this matter! "

"What do you want?!"

Lingyan walked out from Shaolin, glaring at Huang Lin with indignation.

He knew that today's matter got to such an extent that he was responsible for most of it, but he was unwilling to see Shaolin being forced to this point.

Hearing Lingyan speak, Xuanci frowned indistinctly, his abbot position had already been dismissed by Lingyan, and his seniority was lowered by another generation, it was really inconvenient for him to speak at this moment, he just begged Lingyan to say goodbye Talk nonsense again.

Huang Lin glanced at Ling Yan, as if he didn't want to see this person, then looked at the sweeping monk and said:
"This matter happened because of Xuanci, he apologized himself, and he should give an explanation to his comrades in Jianghu!
In addition, Shaosi, as the martial arts Taishan Beidou, had such a big mess, he had to lead by example.

Huang hopes that after this incident, Shaolin can organize monks to go north to fight against the Liao Dynasty! "

"Amitabha!"

The sweeping monk frowned and glanced at Huang Lin.

In his opinion, this matter seems to be very beneficial to Shaolin, and the event of going north to resist Liao Dynasty can greatly increase Shaolin's prestige.

Even if Xuanci committed suicide on the spot, as long as Shaolin makes more noises at the border in the next few years, the loss this time will soon be recovered.

But he couldn't figure out why Huang Lin was like this, so he couldn't help but glance at Xuanci.

In his eyes, Xuanci is much more reliable than Lingyan.

Seeing the look in the eyes of this master, Xuan Ci nodded with a heavy face.

As soon as Huang Lin finished speaking, he understood what the other party meant.

The dialect of the other party elevates Shaolin Temple very high, and the newly added condition of "going north to resist Liao" is also very in line with national justice.

For Shaolin, this seems to be a chance for them to restore their reputation.

But he knew in a blink of an eye that the strategy of "going north to fight against Liao" was to continue bloodletting Shaolin, just like when they encouraged the beggars to fight against Liao!
Why did the former leader of the Beggar Gang go there when he was in his 50s?

It's not because there were too many injuries during the "anti-Liaoning" process.

Now, it's Shaolin's turn to suffer!

It's just that Xuanci can't think of any other solution at this moment!

Many people saw the small movements of the two, and the Shaolin monk immediately cried out in grief.

"Brother!"

"Abbot!"

Xuanci turned around, facing the junior brother in the temple, put his hands together, sang the Buddha's name, and then said softly:

"Everything happened because of the old monk, you can't blame others, you brothers don't have to do this.

Amitabha! "

"Senior nephew, it's my old monk"

The expression on Lingyan's face was very remorseful, he knew that if he hadn't changed his senior brother's intention without authorization, the matter would not have come to this point.

Xuan Ci interrupted Ling Yan's words, and said in a low voice:

"Uncle, Xuanci understands that everything is for Shaolin!"

"Ugh"

Lingyan opened his mouth, which finally turned into a sigh.

"Amitabha, Master Huang has the whole world in his heart, the old monk admires it, everything will be easy"

With Xuanci's approval, the sweeping monk sang the Buddha's name and was ready to agree, but Huang Lin raised his hand to interrupt before he could finish speaking.

"Master, Huang has a small personal request."

"Master Huang, please tell me!"

The main body of the matter has been negotiated, and the sweeping monk is relieved.

In his opinion, the matter was resolved quite perfectly, and Shaolin didn't suffer any loss. The other party even gave Shaolin a remedy, and the impression of Huang Lin in his heart couldn't help but heighten a bit.

But Huang Lin said sincerely:

"Presumably the master also knows that when the strength reaches the level of you and me, there are few opponents in the world. It is rare to meet him now. Huang has the cheek to ask the master for advice."

These words made the sweeping monk very excited. At their level, opponents were indeed hard to find, but he didn't know if there was any other conspiracy involved.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Xuan Ci was nodding his head affirmatively, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

Although he hadn't figured it out yet, he believed in Xuan Ci, so he said:
"Since Sect Leader Huang is interested, I dare not refuse, but I haven't done anything for many years, I hope that Sect Leader Huang will not be disappointed."

Seeing that the other party agreed, Huang Lin showed a smile on his face.

He really didn't have any calculations about the fight against the sweeping monk, it's just that simple opponents are hard to find.

After signaling to Xiao Yuanshan and his son to return to the Xiaoyao Sect's seat, he turned around and said to the sweeping monk:

"Where is the master, it is Huang who has overstepped this time."

Inserting the scarlet phoenix sword and sheath in his hand towards his side, he clasped his hands into fists.

"Please!"

"Please!"

The sweeping monk put his hands together and saluted as well.

Immediately, everyone in the field held their breath and looked at the two with full attention.

With the palm just now, Huang Lin had a general understanding of the strength of the sweeping monk, and he didn't dare to be careless in his heart, so he immediately unfolded his momentum.

Under the sympathy of Qi, the aura of the sweeping monk also unfolded.

Quaint and heavy!
This is Huang Lin's impression of the sweeping monk at this time.

After a few worlds, he has not seen much aura, and most of the time he is like cutting melons and vegetables, and he can finish the opponent in three or two strokes.

But at this moment, the sweeping monk, he couldn't see any flaws.

Immediately change the plan!
"Hey~"

Huang Lin flicked his finger, and a gust of wind shot out from his fingertips.

Fingers crossed!
At this time, both of them had developed their aura, and being pulled by the aura, the sweeping monk took a step to the right at the moment Huang Lin flicked his fingers, fighting to escape the opponent's lock.

Then raise your right hand, gather your four fingers together, and stretch out your thumb, pointing towards the direction of the forceful shot.

"Hey~"

It was also a scream.

72 stunts, one-finger Zen!
"Pfft~"

The two finger winds intersected in the air, and they were instantly annihilated.

Unanimously, after popping out the finger wind, the two chose to jump forward.

Behind Huang Lin was a long series of afterimages, almost chasing the strong wind.

But the floor sweeping monk's movements are much more simple, he just walks forward, but his speed is no less than Huang Lin's, quite a bit shrinking to an inch.

When the two were about ten feet apart, Huang Lin tapped his toes, and his body immediately turned into nine figures, rushing towards each other from all angles.

Spiral Nine Shadows!

The moves used by the nine figures are fists, palms, fingers, claws and so on.

However, he saw that the floor sweeping monk ignored the other figures, and slapped the figure in front of him lightly with a palm without fireworks.

72 stunts, one shot and two scattered palms!

And that figure was Huang Lin's real body!

This is the first time that Spiral Nine Shadows has been seen through by people. The mountain monster snake was not counted that day. Snakes rely on thermal imaging to catch their prey.

Fortunately, Spiral Nine Shadows is not a clone technique, and he didn't distribute his true energy to other figures.

Immediately, he confronted the sweeping monk head-on.

"Boom~~"

The fists and palms intersected, and the air wave suddenly flew away.

After one move, both of them bounced away with their strength.

As soon as Huang Lincai landed, he stepped on Bagua, "Tunmeng", "Suigu", and finally landed on "Dayou".

Lingbo Weibu + Tianshan Zhemei Shou!
A look of nostalgia flashed in the sweeping monk's eyes.

Back then when he was competing with Xiaoyaozi, he had suffered so much from Lingboweibu.

After so many years, how can he suffer from this body technique again?
Dang even poured his true energy into his sleeve, and then waved his sleeve, blocking Huang Lin's hand shadow with his left sleeve.

At the same time, his right hand was hidden behind his sleeve, and he pointed quietly.

72 unique skills, Shaolin Po Nakung!

72 Stunt skills, no phase robbery finger!
"Puff~Puff~Puff~"

A series of muffled sounds sounded like a heavy hammer hitting a cowhide.

Huang Lin's expression didn't change, and his movements didn't stop, but he became interested in this sleeve technique in his heart.

This is, iron sleeve skill?

Before he thought about it, a strange feeling suddenly came from his heart, Dang even took a step to the right, and swung his left palm to sweep outward.

"When~"

The left palm hit a silent gust of wind, and there was a sound of gold and stone colliding under the blow.

This time he lost his seat, and the sweeping monk took a step forward in an instant, attacking with fingers, palms, fists and claws in turn.

Huang Lin lost the upper hand, so he could only focus on resisting the incoming force.

"Bang bang bang bang~boom~~"

The sound of collisions kept coming, and the people sitting in the arena were forced to stand up by the air waves, retreating again and again, only a few people remained standing in place.

Huang Lin wanted to fight back when the sweeping monk regained his energy, but the opponent's offensive was overwhelming, wave after wave, seemingly continuous.

Immediately, he stopped waiting and took two steps.

From "Litigation" to "Great Demerit", and then to "Taiwan".

Blocked six strokes in the middle, and then used the finger of the right hand as a sword, from bottom to top, obliquely point to the "Dabao" point under the armpit of the sweeping monk's left arm.

At this time, the floor sweeping monk was raising his left arm and hitting with his "Prajna Zen Palm".

"what?"

A look of surprise flashed across the sweeping monk's face.

If he does not change his moves, the "Dabao" acupoint under his arm will be injured first, and the power of the "Prajna Zen Palm" he uses will also be greatly reduced due to this.

As a last resort, the sweeping monk had no choice but to take a step to the right, put away his left hand, and at the same time put the five fingers of his right hand together, and suddenly shot out.

72 unique skills, powerful vajra palm!

Huang Lin made a meritorious move, and he has recovered from his decline. He didn't panic when he saw that fierce palm force coming, he just moved lightly to the "little animal" position.

Then he stretched out his right hand again, using his fingers as a sword, and stabbed at the "Qihu" acupoint on the opponent's right shoulder!

The sweeping monk had to change his tricks again.

Then, the scene became a little weird.

In the eyes of those who have less eyesight.

When the two fought against each other before, the floor tiles on the ground exploded a lot, and the air waves alone pushed everyone around them back.

That scene really had the potential of landslides and ground cracks.

But since Huang Lin used the finger to refer to the sword, the two of them fought a little inexplicably.

After forty or fifty moves, none of them were exhausted.

The sweeping monk took a chance, retreated, and looked at Huang Lin with a frown, as if he was thinking about the sword move just now.

Seeing this, Huang Lin also stopped. After fighting just now, he had found out the opponent's strength.

If it is empty-handed, the sweeping monk is comparable to him.

The opponent's true energy is much stronger than his, and most of his martial arts are defensive.

In the past few years, all the vitality in his body was used to purify the bones, so that the amount of true energy didn't increase much. Although the purity was higher than that of the sweeping monk, after each increase and decrease, the difference in true energy between the two was not much different.

And "Xuan Yuan Body Exercise Jue" is mainly to increase the strength of the physical body. Although the strength has also increased, it is not as big as the increase of several hundred catties each time in the novel.

The most important thing is that at this stage of strength, he and the sweeping monk can't kill anything with bare hands!

This is about each other, if it is another person, Huang Lin guarantees to beat him out of the shit.

"Master Huang's swordsmanship just now is so wonderful, what's the name of it?"

"This sword technique is called "Sword Classic of Breaking the Origin of Ten Thousand Laws"! It is a "Dugu Nine Swords" that Huang obtained by accident in his early years, combined with our school's "Lingbo Weibu"."

Before the sweeping monk could speak, Huang Lin continued:

"Master, fighting with bare hands is too boring, why don't you and I fight with weapons again?"

The floor sweeping monk nodded. He hadn't touched anyone for many years. He was very interested and was about to speak, but a voice came from the open space between the two.

"This time, why don't you let the old monk come and accompany Huang to fight, how about it?"

!!!

Huang Lin turned his head and looked northeast of the square.

When he stopped just now, he sensed two auras coming from a distance, one of which was the Xuangou he had seen before.

Before Xuanci asked him to call Xuanku, Huang Lin heard it, so he didn't pay much attention.

The person who can speak is not one of these two breaths.

With his strength, he didn't notice this person's aura!

When Huang Lin turned his head, the sweeping monk also showed surprise, and turned his head to look over.

From a distance, I saw a group of three people walking slowly.

The leader is an old monk wearing a moon-white monk's robe, which is the same style as Lingyan.

The voice just now was wrapped in his true energy, passed between Huang Lin and the sweeping monk, and then radiated out.

"Master of Lingling Gate?!"

The expression of the person on Shenshan seemed to have seen a ghost.
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Uh. It’s almost 5K coded, and it’s almost a tail.

The code word bacteria continue to live, even Xiuxian has to finish this copy tonight.

(End of this chapter)