The monk in the martial arts world

Chapter 105
Unconsciously, Huixin used the lion's roar, but it was only fixed in the Shaolin area, but she couldn't hear it in other directions.

Fang Hua and Ku Chan looked at each other, shaking their heads and smiling bitterly.

The whole Shaolin was stunned for a moment, and then there was an uproar.

It has been many years, and no one has ever looked down upon Shaolin like this, and many monks could not help showing anger.

The abbot of Shaolin, who was leading the monks to do morning lessons in the Daxiong Palace, hurriedly stood up and said, "Everyone, follow me to meet this Zen Master Huixin."

No matter what the Shaolin monks were doing at the moment, they all put down their tasks and rushed outside the temple.

"Zen Master Huixin, who is this?"

"What do you mean, isn't Shaolin very curious about the martial arts of the poor monk? Today the poor monk wants to go to Shaolin to witness his own martial arts!"

Hundreds of monks and soldiers came out from all parts of Shaolin and surrounded Huixin even more.

"Stop it, whoever told you to come out, go back to your morning class!"

Zen Master Fangzheng of Shaolin walked out of the Shaolin Temple in cassock and scolded the surrounding monks.

"Amitabha, poor monk Huixin, I heard from Master Fang Hua that you have something to do with poor monk. Since you are all here, you might as well bear witness!"

Hui Xin took a step forward and looked at Fang Zheng openly.

What I saw was a seemingly kind old man, who also looked at Huixin with surprised eyes.

"Abbot, the divine monk Huixin has reached the innate realm and is invincible!"

Kuchan hurriedly stepped forward, and the other party was whispering in his ear.

"Hey, are you and Fang Hua back? Where did the others go?"

Standing beside Fangzheng, Fang Sheng was in shock, but he didn't take what Ku Chan said, but he didn't take it seriously.

It has been many years since Wulin had no congenital talent, I'm afraid it's just rumors.

Fang Hua smiled wryly and said, "Senior brother, the awakening of the Buddhist supernatural power by the wise monk can no longer be judged by common sense. In just a moment, he captured me and Kuchan from the Hengshan Hall to the outside of the Shaolin Temple. It was a blink of an eye. Have you ever I heard that anyone has comprehended this supernatural power?"

Fang Sheng and Fang Hua were taken aback.

Huixin said at this time, "The poor monk does not deny that he has learned Shaolin's unique skills and various internal skills, but this does not mean that the poor monk must have learned from Shaolin, can't he learn from other places?"

Huixin's question made Fangzheng a little annoyed, and he said, "Impossible, there have never been rumors of unique skills in Bisi. From what Zen Master Huixin said, it seems that he has a very good understanding of Bisi's unique skills. The poor monk would like to know, where did your martial arts come from?" Come on, who is the master?"

"Heh, if it's not as good as that eminent monk in Shaolin's attack, as long as he beats the poor monk with one move and a half, the poor monk will tell the origin, otherwise we will still speak based on strength!"

"Don't be ashamed, abbot, you should teach him a lesson!"

"That's right, how can my Shaolin martial arts spread to the outside world, you really don't look like a monk!"

"Beat him, he has been bullied all the way to the house, if you don't go, I will go!"

The monks started arguing, the words were unbearable, Huixin sighed inwardly, now Shaolin probably cares about such a false name, and he is no longer a monk at all, which makes him very disappointed.

In the excitement of the crowd, Fangzheng said, "Shut up, Shaolin Temple's millennium reputation cannot be destroyed once, little master Huixin, don't speak wild words, who will come forward and make friends with martial arts?"

"I heard that Zen Master Huixin is proficient in the unique skills of the temple, and the poor monk may wish to learn from you!"

A middle-aged monk in his thirties stood out from the crowd and said with a blank expression.

Everyone hurriedly exclaimed, "Brother Suffering!"

Huixin was stunned for a moment, and after looking carefully, he found out that this person is only first-class in the world, and she couldn't help but disappointed, "You are too weak!"

"Zen Master Huixin, don't underestimate the enemy, this is the strongest master of the younger generation of the temple!"

"Then Shaolin is probably in decline, so it is considered the strongest. The poor monk is so disappointed."

Fang Hua stomped his feet, seeing that the situation was like fire and water, and an unexpected tragedy was about to happen, so he hurried out of the crowd and ran towards the scripture storage pavilion.

I am afraid that everyone has never seen the phantom of the Buddha, and I am afraid that in the entire Shaolin, except for those elders who are closed to death, no one is a match for Huixin.

"Amitabha! Zen Master, please make a move!"

When the bitterness came to the center of the arena, he spoke to Hui Xin kindly.

Ku Chan, the most belligerent, sighed, "It's not at the same level. Eldest brother is no match for the wise monk at all."

"Heh, guests are welcome, please!"

Even so, Huixin looked at the sky with her hands behind her back, with a defiant attitude, which angered the bitterness.

"Oh! Zen master be careful!"

Seeing that Huixin didn't pay attention to him in suffering, his expression changed, and his whole body was like a withered pine tree. With his internal strength, he attacked Huixin with a palm.

"Heh, Eldest Brother's Dragon Claw Hand has reached perfection, and he can handle all kinds of moves at will. You really deserve to be an Eldest Senior Brother!"

"That's right, look at Zen Master Huixin, who is only in his early twenties, how could he be the opponent of the elder brother, besides, I have never heard of such a person in Jianghu!"

"Don't underestimate him. I've heard people say that this wisdom is not simple. He once defeated the leader of the Demon Cult, Dongfang Bubai. I'm afraid the senior brother is not Dongfang Bubai's opponent?"

"Hmph, how do you make others' ambition destroy your own prestige? I believe that senior brother can win."

The monks around began to discuss, but most of them did not believe that Huixin could overcome suffering.

Kuchan came to Fangzheng's side and sighed, "Uncle Master, the divine monk has not used up to [-]%, you can see that senior brother can't take it anymore, please stop!"

As soon as the words fell, Huixin only smiled slightly, and also used Shaolin dragon claws to attack the bitterness.

"Catch the wind and catch the shadows, play the zither and the zither, criticize the emptiness, eight-style chain!"

"This isn't our Dragon Claw Hand. Why is he even more proficient than Eldest Senior Brother in his hands?"

"Oops, big brother is invincible!"

The face of bitterness changed, but the figure of Huixin had disappeared without a trace!

"What about people?"

The monks around didn't see it clearly, but heard a bang, and the pain had been blown away.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spewed out, Kuqing stood up, clasped his hands together and said, "I lost, the Zen master is very skilled in martial arts, I admire you!"

"It's easy to say, the poor monk used Shaolin martial arts to fight against the enemy, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with defeating the poor monk!"

Seeing that Huixin became humble, the expressions of the surrounding monks softened a little, and they were not as hostile as before.

Ordinary monks are very simple, and Shaolin Temple seldom goes down the mountain to participate in martial arts battles, but they don't have much thought.

Fang Sheng and Fang Zheng looked at each other.

"Junior Brother, I'm afraid that this Zen Master Huixin has also practiced the treasure of Shaolin Town Temple, Yi Jin Jing, and has already mastered it. What is going on?"

As soon as Fangzheng finished speaking, Fang Sheng had already entered the arena.

"Amitabha, Zen master of the old monk association, please!"

Hui Xin curled her lips and snorted coldly, "Please!"

Fang Sheng laughed heartily, his inner strength surged, and his moves changed quickly, but was blocked by Hui Xin.

Everyone was amazed and couldn't help but saw some simple and simple moves, such as Shaolin Vajra Palm, Ranmu Saber Technique, Avalokitesvara with Thousand Hands and other wonderful moves, but no matter what moves Fang gave out, Huixin responded with the same moves and the same moves.

After hundreds of rounds, Fangzheng suddenly said, "Junior brother, come back, you are no match for Zen master, and I, Shaolin, am no match for Zen master, please stop!"

Hui Xin jumped out of the arena, clasped his hands together and smiled, "Sure enough, Fang Zheng, you have a good eye. Indeed, the poor monk only used [-]% of his strength. Master Fang Sheng is no weaker than the Eastern Hierarch in the Jianghu!"

Fang Sheng smiled wryly, and said, "I really don't understand, where did you learn Shaolin's unique skills? I spent my whole life, but I only learned eighteen kinds, and you seem to be..."

Huixin's moves are more proficient than everyone present, more like an old monk who has been immersed for hundreds of years. It is not reasonable at all, but everyone can't tell why.

(End of this chapter)