The beginning of Tianlong is second to Murong Fu

Chapter 54

Shaolin Temple.

Xuan Ci on the stage was still talking non-stop, Xiao Jun couldn't hear the specifics, because now all he was thinking about was Jiumozhi, and he had never hoped for a supporting role to appear so quickly.

Seeing that Xuan Ci was about to announce that he was going to be punished, Xiao Jun became more and more anxious, he didn't want to suffer the 130 sticks, but now is not the time to turn against Shaolin Temple, so he has to wait.

At this moment, a loud voice came from a distance.

"Master Tianzhu, it is really a grand event for the eminent monks to gather in Shaolin on the way and talk about martial arts. I wonder if the young monk can be an uninvited guest and respectfully listen to the high opinions?"

Xiao Jun could almost recite these familiar lines backwards.

Fuck!finally come!

After Xuanci on the stage heard the voice, he exchanged a glance with his two juniors, took a step forward, and said loudly towards the direction of the voice, "It's a great honor for the master to come!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Toutuo, who was wearing a strange beard, rolled over in the air, stood on the stone platform, with a self righteous smile on his lips, and coldly glanced at everyone present.

"Jumozhi, Tubo Mountain Monk, see Abbot Shaolin!"

Toutuo nodded slightly at Xuanci, and said slowly.

"The national teacher came to Shaolin in person, and the old monk is far away to welcome him!"

Xuanci also spoke slowly, and returned a salute, and then said: "The temple is dealing with some internal affairs, and please ask the national teacher to go to the Welcome Hall first and later."

"My little monk is not talented, but I came from afar. Shaolin Temple's internal affairs can be dealt with at any time. I heard that Shaolin Temple's 72 unique skills may not be mastered by anyone."

Jiumozhi looked at Xuanci, said with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Jun, who was hiding in the crowd, curled his lips and rolled his eyes involuntarily.

Finally getting to the point, what a TM!
"According to the words of the national teacher, is there really someone in this Jianghu who can master every 72 unique skills in my temple?"

Monk Xuanji standing beside Xuanci smiled, looked at Jiumozhi, and said slowly. '

"Not bad!"

Jiumozhi nodded, and said loudly, with a hint of complacency in the corners of his eyes.

"Oh? Then who is this great hero?"

The corner of Xuanji's mouth twitched, and he continued to ask.

"Speaking of a great hero, the poor monk is ashamed."

Jiumozhi clasped his hands together and said with a smile, but it didn't look like he didn't dare to be the one at all.

"Really know how to pretend to be 13! Put a brush on your shoulder and put the magic brush Ma Liang there, who the fuck can't!"

Xiao Jun in the crowd couldn't help but spat on the ground, and said disdainfully.

The fat monk on the side looked at Xiao Jun who was talking to himself after a while, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Is the person mentioned by the national teacher referring to yourself?"

Xuan Ji smiled, looked at Jiumozhi and asked.

"Exactly."

With a smug smile on the corner of Jiumozhi's mouth, he said lightly.

"National teacher! You are not from the Shaolin Temple. The Maha Finger, Prajna Palm, and Vajra Fist among the 72 Shaolin stunts have never been passed on from outsiders. How did the national teacher learn it?"

Xuan Sheng on the other side couldn't stand it anymore, looked at Jiumozhi, and said questioningly.

"The little monk doesn't dare to speak wild words, so I ask Master Xuansheng for your advice!"

Jiumozhi snorted coldly, and as soon as he finished speaking, he had already jumped into the air, and jumped towards a huge incense burner under the stone platform, kicked the incense burner into the air with a sweeping kick, and then rushed towards the bottom of the incense burner. As soon as he punched out, there was a 'buzz' sound, and the incense burner was raised again!
Immediately afterwards, Jiumozhi leaped up and stood above the incense burner, head and foot, punched out again directly above the incense burner, only to see the incense ash splashing everywhere, and there was another loud noise.

"Wow! It's amazing!"

The fat monk standing beside Xiao Jun looked at Jiumozhi and sighed enviously.

"Amazing ass, I'm not as good as him when it comes to bragging, but when it comes to martial arts, I beat him ten times by myself!"

Xiao Jun curled his lips, and while talking, retreated to a step behind, and lay down lazily, as if there was no one else around.

"Junior brother, why did you fall asleep? The meeting is not over yet, and the abbot will punish you again when he finds out."

Seeing Xiao Jun lying down, the fat monk hastily reminded him.

"It's okay, he's busy dealing with Jiumozhi now, and he can't take care of me. If you're tired, you can lie down."

Xiao Jun waved his hand impatiently and said.

The fat monk shrank his neck, looked at the steps, then at Xuanci on the stand, and finally chose to give up.

"Shaolin 72 stunts, but that's it. I think Shaolin Temple will be disbanded from today. All eminent monks, find another job. Is it better than staying in such a famous Shaolin Temple?"

At this moment, Jiumozhi, who had just played a set of rubbing fingers, said with a sneer, that it is reasonable and not forgiving.

"The national teacher is indeed brilliant, but there is no need to be so aggressive, right? Could it be that he wants to destroy my Shaolin by himself?!"

Monk Xuanji looked at Jiumozhi indignantly, and said loudly.

"Don't dare, I just want to see how majestic and majestic Mount Tai Beidou is in the martial arts of the Central Plains today, but now it seems that Shaolin Temple is not as good as Tianlong Temple in Dali Kingdom!"

Jiumozhi snorted coldly and said.

"Monks don't have the heart to be competitive, whether it is Shaolin Temple or Tianlong Temple, as the saying goes, there is no north and south in Buddhism, and there is no difference at all!"

As soon as Monk Xuanji finished speaking, he stretched out two fingers on his right hand, and while turning his wrist, two dead leaves on the ground instantly flew up into the air and flew between Monk Xuanji's two fingers.

Nianhua finger!
Xiao Jun, who was lying on the steps, looked at Xuan Ji on the stone platform, and couldn't help shaking his head. For some reason, he always felt that this move was very cute.

Immediately afterwards, Jiumozhi also drew gourds in the same way, imitating Xuan Ji's technique, and pinched the two dead leaves on the ground between his two fingers.

Xuanci and Xuansheng on the stone platform looked at each other, couldn't help showing surprise, and looked at Jiumozhi in disbelief.

Immediately afterwards, Monk Xuanji and Jiumozhi shot at the same time, and the two dead leaves flew towards each other at the same time, and met in the air. After a crash, the dead leaves fell to the ground one after another.

All of a sudden, the monks of Shaolin Temple exclaimed in disbelief.

"Hey, a group of stupid monks, this TM is a small non-phase skill, what kind of 72 stunt is it? You are too simple!"

Xiao Jun couldn't help but shook his head and smiled wryly.

The Little Wuxiang Kungfu of the Xiaoyao School is a top-notch internal skill. After reaching a certain level, it is better than the Murong family's method of using one's own way and giving one's own body. It can imitate any advanced martial arts.

Monk Xuanji felt that he couldn't hold back his face, so he stomped on the ground, more dead leaves floated into the air, then stretched out his hands, pinched a few dead leaves, and threw them at Jiumozhi again!
But Jiumozhi still drew gourds according to the same pattern, his movements were exactly the same as Xuan Ji's, and he also made a move!
Maybe it's because Jiumozhi's inner strength is relatively deep, Monk Xuanji couldn't fight against him, he couldn't help but flew backwards, he was in mid-air, he already spurted out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, Xiao Jun squinted his eyes and kicked the fat monk standing beside him on the buttocks. Immediately afterwards, he saw the fat monk flying out of the crowd screaming, and directly collided with Xuan Ji who was in mid-air. Together, the two hugged each other and fell to the ground.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment, with puzzled faces.

The fat monk was even more puzzled, at a loss for what to do, he turned his head to look in Xiao Jun's direction, but found that Xiao Jun had disappeared.

Xiao Jun didn't make a timely move like in the original plot, and he doesn't want to be too ostentatious now, after all, the 130 sticks are still recorded in the account.But invisibly, the fat monk made great contributions and won the jackpot.

(End of this chapter)