Three Wonders of Huashan

Chapter 92
Zen Master Fazhao was obviously very confident in his martial arts, and nodded slightly upon hearing this.He could also force Shaolin Temple to bow its head by force, but in this way there will be many twists and turns in the process.Moreover, Shaolin Temple has a profound background, and the name of Zuo Shanshi, a monk recorder, may not be able to make him succumb.

Chan Master Fazhao said loudly: "The poor monk has heard for a long time that Master Fangzheng's Kung Fu of the Thousand-Handed Tathagata God's Palm and Yijin Jing has reached perfection, and he is about to ask for advice!"

Master Fangzheng read a sentence: "Amitabha." He slapped a palm lightly. This palm move was normal, but in the middle of the palm, it suddenly shook slightly. Immediately, one palm became two palms, two palms became four palms, and four palms became eight palms. , eight palms changed into sixteen palms, and then turned into 32 palms. The palm technique is unpredictable. Every palm strike has changed into several directions in the middle of the strike. The palm technique is fantastic.

Zen Master Fazhao dared to mount Shaolin Temple single-handedly, but he was not easy to deal with.I saw him jumping into the air, and he slapped his palms out.The two fought hard for a long time, Fazhao gradually felt that Master Fangzheng's palm technique began to slow down, and he secretly rejoiced: "Although your palm technique is excellent, after all, you are old and cannot last long." While palming, I suddenly felt that my right arm went numb when I retracted my palm, and my internal force was circulating, and I couldn't help feeling very comfortable. I couldn't help being shocked, knowing that it was the interference of my own internal force, and thought to myself: "The internal energy of the Yi Jin Jing that this old monk has practiced is so powerful. , the palm strength does not intersect with mine, but it is already restraining my internal strength." Knowing that if the fight continues, the opponent's deep internal strength will be released, and I will be at a disadvantage. Hey, the left palm swiftly greeted him, there was a clap sound, the two palms intersected, and the two took a step back.

Fang Ze watched intently, but saw that Master Fangzheng's palm technique was unpredictable, each palm strike had changed into several directions in the middle of the stroke, such a fantastic palm technique, which he had never seen in his life.Chan Master Fazhao's palm technique is very simple, it seems rather suffocating and blunt, but no matter how weird and unpredictable Fangzheng's palm technique is, whenever Chan Master Fazhao's palm force is sent, he will follow along with it. It seems that Master Fangzheng seems to be slightly better than him.Fang Ze thought to himself: "If Dugu Nine Swords "Broken Palm Style" has been practiced to a great degree, there should be no problem in winning Master Fangzheng. Now if you are against Master Shangzheng, you can only fight your internal strength."

The two fought a few more moves, Zen Master Fazhao jumped out of the circle, waved his hands and said, "Master Fangzheng has practiced the Thousand-Handed Tathagata Divine Palm to perfection, but the Poor Monk's Great Compassion Vajra Palm has not yet entered the room. This poor monk has lost."

Master Fangzheng said: "Amitabha." All the monks in the main hall were happy, and they all said together: "Amitabha."

"Mr. Fang, I'm afraid the next two games will be weird."

Fang Ze heard Ren Yingying's voice, looked back at her, and nodded slightly.Seeing that the people in the hall seemed to be unaware of Ren Yingying's words, it was only then that they realized that Ren Yingying had the ability to transmit sound into secrets, and only he could hear these words.

Zen Master Fazhao said to Master Fangzheng: "Offended!" Then he circulated his internal energy and roared down the mountain, causing the roof tiles of the temple to crackle.After a while, the sound of drums and horns was suddenly heard from the foot of the mountain, and all the monks were surprised when they heard it.After a while, a monk ran into the hall and reported, "Abbot, Mount Shaoshi is besieged by a large group of people."

Master Fangzheng and the monks looked at each other in amazement, and when he hurried out of the hall to look, he saw thousands of troops and horses at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain separated like waves to both sides, countless flags fluttering in the wind, a team of spearmen, knivesmen, and archers , The shield bearers rushed forward, lined up on both sides, leaving only a path in the middle.There were two people running up the mountain with super lightness kung fu, and they had already arrived outside the main hall in a short time.

Both of them were dressed as monks. They were about five or sixty years old. As soon as they stood still, they bowed to Fazhao and saluted.

Zen Master Fazhao turned to Master Fangzheng and said, "It is the poor monk's fault to disturb the cleanliness of Shaolin Temple. These two are Master Shanji and Master Jingting of Qingliang Temple. In the next two games, they will ask the eminent Shaolin monks for advice!"

Fang Xiang didn't wait for Fang Zheng to speak, and shouted first: "Chan Master Fazhao, I wonder which national law Shaolin violated? It caused you to send troops to besiege?"

"Amitabha, Master Fang Xiang, don't worry too much! The army has other important tasks here. I don't know which Shaolin eminent monk will give advice next?" Chan Master Fazhao said.

"Zen Master Fazhao, this competition has been played one after another, when will it end?" Fang Ze stepped forward and asked.

Chan Master Fazhao clasped his palms together and asked, "This layman is young and doesn't look like a member of my Buddhist school. He hasn't asked for advice yet?"

Master Fang Zheng stepped forward to smooth things over and said, "This layman is the disciple of Mr. Huashan Pai Yue, the leader of the younger generation of martial arts."

Fang Ze cupped his hands and said, "Master Fang Zheng is overrated."

Zen Master Fazhao looked at Fang Ze a few times after hearing the words. Obviously he had heard of Fang Ze's name before, but seeing that Fang Ze was too young, it was inevitable that he still felt contemptuous.Now that the Huashan School is too popular, he didn't want this matter to have any further twists and turns, so he said loudly: "Since the layman is not a Buddhist, please watch from the sidelines!"

Fang Ze said: "I just made a judgment for the two martial arts competitions. Zen Master Fazhao has already conceded defeat, but now they are going to compete again. Isn't it backfired?"

Zen Master Fazhao argued strongly: "Although the poor monk conceded defeat, the two masters of Qingliang Temple did not lose. Shaolin Temple does not approve of dedicating martial arts secrets to one place, but the two eminent monks of Qingliang Temple must make it happen. It’s a matter. The poor monk is really in a difficult situation for Zuo Shanshi, the head of the monk’s record!”

Master Shanji took a step forward when he heard the words, clasped his palms together, proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said: "The poor monk Shanji has learned the tricks of the eminent Shaolin monks."

Master Fangzheng Shoumei Yixuan, looked at each other with several senior brothers, and felt that this matter was really embarrassing.He secretly said in his heart: "Senglu Zuo Shanshi is in charge of the world's Buddhist sects. If he is too tit-for-tat, troubles will be inevitable in the future. If you show weakness too much, you will retreat a foot and others will advance another foot. I don't know when this matter will come to an end." Just look at Master Shanji's hair is freshly shaved, where did Fazhao find his helper?"

In the midst of a dilemma, Fang Xiang stepped forward and said: "Shaolin Fang Xiang has learned from the master's brilliant move!" Before he finished speaking, he slammed the stele with his hand first, and then struck at the middle gate of Shan Ji.Seeing that Shan Ji didn't blink, he just stood there, slapped Fang with a palm, and the two of them shook their bodies.Clap, clap, Fang Xiang slapped three palms in succession, and Shan Ji caught them all.The surrounding audience were forced to take two steps back by the collision of palms, but the two of them still stood there without moving a muscle.

The martial arts contest between the two of them was different from the one between Master Fangzheng and Fazhao just now.Master Fangzheng and Zen Master Fazhao fought very well, leaving room for moves, which made the onlookers mesmerized.But when the two of them fight, they are all hard-headed, but the danger is far away, more like a life-and-death fight.It made all the Shaolin monks very worried.Fang Ze looked at Zhao and Jingting coldly, only to see that they didn't seem to care about the outcome at all, and they had time to close their eyes and chant scriptures on the sidelines.

"Mr. Fang, do you think Master Fang Xiang can win this match?" Ren Yingying didn't care about who would win or lose, but saw that Fang Ze seemed to support Shaolin monks, when she watched the battle again, It also brings tendencies.

Fang Ze pondered for a moment and replied: "From the current point of view, the two are evenly divided, but I think Shanji seems to be hiding something behind."

Before Fang Ze finished speaking, the situation on the field suddenly reversed. Fang Xiang yelled and fell back.Master Fang Zheng hurriedly stretched out his hand to touch Fang Xiang's back.When everyone looked again, they saw that Fang Xiang's right hand had been pierced by a sharp weapon, dripping with blood.

"Concession!" Shan Ji stepped back expressionlessly.

"Amitabha, it's against the integrity to hurt someone in the back during a martial arts competition." Master Fang Sheng came out and scolded.

Zen Master Fazhao's face was calm, and he said slowly: "Master Shan Ji became a monk halfway, it is understandable that there is hostility in martial arts, not to mention that we did not say that hidden weapons are not allowed. As long as you practice Buddhism in the future, you should be able to Dispel the hostility in martial arts. Qingliang Temple will win this round."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Ting came out and clasped his fists and said: "The poor monk Jing Ting will teach you Shaolin Dharma swordsmanship!" A group of Shaolin monks couldn't help frowning when they saw that what he called "the poor monk" did not practice Buddhist rituals.

(End of this chapter)