The monk in the martial arts world

Chapter 133

Hearing what Huixin said, Mingling paused suddenly, frowned and muttered, "Wudang has no intention of taking action against Zen Master Huixin. This matter is all done by Qingxu alone. Please forgive me!"

Huixin waved his hand and said, "It's okay, the poor monk just wants to come to Wudang and learn the true meaning of the noble school's unique learning, but the poor monk really disagrees with Qingxu's approach. It's the imperial court, and the poor monk learned from Jin Yiwei that Yu Canghai had secretly pledged his allegiance to the imperial court in the early years, I'm afraid Wudang is not aware of this matter, right?"

Mingling smiled wryly and said, "Since the gods and monks have said so, the old Taoist will not hide it from you. When the patriarch of the Kaipa came, Wudang did have the manuscripts left by him, but the gods and monks want to borrow them, but they need to do a little work with their uncles." The field, if you win, you can give it to Pindao with both hands!"

"Fresh, the poor monk also clearly stated that if you win Wudang, the poor monk can tell you one thing, a secret that can break the barriers of the world and go to other worlds. I believe Wudang will not refuse, right?"

There was a glimmer of light in Ming Ling's eyes. Even Zhang Sanfeng hemmed and hawed about this kind of thing back then, and didn't leave a single word. I'm afraid there are many secret things that cannot be comprehended by his level.

"Okay, then the poor Taoist will make the decision and agree to the monk, please!"

Now that the two reached an agreement, they couldn't help but speed up their journey up the mountain.

Although the scenery of Wudang is beautiful, Huixin doesn't care at all, but just passing by the Zhenwu Hall, a white-haired old Taoist priest is already standing in front of the hall with a blank expression.

"Uncle Master, I still need to trouble you to go out of the customs. The disciple is incompetent and is no match for the god monk. Please, Uncle Master, take action!"

Hui Xin squinted her eyes, looked at the old Taoist priest for a moment, and suddenly said, "It's really rare to be an innate master in the state of fusion of gods!"

"Heh, the young master is still young, and his realm is much higher than that of the old Taoist. I'm afraid I have never seen such a master. I really live on a dog!"

Mingling couldn't help but smile bitterly. Unexpectedly, the older the master uncle was, the more playful he was, and he felt a little regretful in his heart.

But now that the arrow is on the string, he has no choice but to shoot. We can only see if he can defeat Huixin.

"Poor monk Huixin, do you know the Taoist name of the senior?"

"Hey, the name of the old Taoist has long been forgotten, so you can call me nameless! I heard that you want to see the manuscript left by the founder of my Kaipai, so the old Taoist has an idea. If the little master agrees, how about offering the manuscript with both hands?"

Huixin also found it amusing to see his smile but not a smile, and said with a smile, "It's up to the owner, please tell me clearly!"

The nameless old Taoist said with a smile, "The old Taoist has been promoted to Xiantian for a hundred years. Thanks to the guidance of the patriarch, Taijiquan is also quite popular. There is too much difference between you and me. Why don't you fight hard with boxing. If you beat the poor Taoist master One and a half moves, even if you win!"

Mingling opened his mouth, came up in a hurry, and never told Wuming that Huixin knew Taijiquan.

"You don't need to say too much, the old man has his own arrangements, go down and watch."

Wuming glared at Mingling, and said through sound transmission.

Helpless, Ming Ling could only disperse the junior disciples, leaving only a few people watching from a distance.

Huixin suddenly smiled and said, "Old Taoist, don't say that the poor monk takes advantage of you. The poor monk has also practiced Tai Chi. If you and I both use Tai Chi, it is a bit weird. The poor monk was born in Shaolin, so I use Shaolin unique skills to resist your Tai Chi." Sincerely, please!"

Wuming stroked the tiger's beard, and Buddha Chen was still in the dark, rolled up his sleeves, stood in the center of the field, and struck out Tai Chi fists, unexpectedly condensing a yin and yang fish phantom behind him.

Taijiquan is originally a powerful martial art that uses slowness to fight fast, and it is a powerful martial art that is late-fire. It condenses Zhang Sanfeng's life-long efforts, and naturally has the true meaning of Taoism.

Hui Xin didn't dare to underestimate him, she was not in a hurry, and also condensed the phantom of the Buddha behind her.

The aura formed by the battle between dragons and tigers caused gusts of wind to blow on the flat ground.

Mingling had to protect the other disciples, and took a few steps back.

Innate masters are rare, not to mention that the state of Huixin is a bit higher than Wuming at this moment, no matter how powerful Rongshen is, he will not be Fenjiang's opponent.

"Amitabha, old Taoist, be careful, the poor monk is about to make a move!"

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, little master, you take action, the old way is fearless, please!"

Seeing Wuming Tuoda, Huixin smiled slightly, and attacked Wuming at the same time with the Prajna Palm in his left hand and the Vigorous Vajra Palm in his right hand.

Mingling was stunned for a moment, and muttered to himself, "It's incredible that you can do two things at once!"

The three generations of disciples around them all looked at the battle in the field stupidly, and couldn't see the figures of the two clearly. Although the battle did not damage the surrounding buildings, they had never seen this kind of master battle in their life, but they were some smart disciples. , and learned some wisdom from it.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

Fist to flesh, this kind of exhilarating battle made Hui Xin's blood boil, the moon white monk's robe was still on the ground by Hui Xin, his whole body tensed up like a strong man, and his height was raised by a few centimeters.

Wuming blushed without panting, and said, "The warm-up is over, the veteran is going to use his fists to fight the enemy, little master be careful!"

Huixin laughed loudly and said, "Shuang, you old man is indeed good at martial arts, but the poor monk is not bad, his fists and feet have no eyes, old man, don't let the poor monk beat you up!"

The gunpowder-flavored battle between the two made the onlookers dumbfounded.

Although it sounds like this, it still feels a little ridiculous.

Mingling sighed secretly, no wonder Huixin gained a great reputation in the Jianghu, and there really was a reason for it.

"Amitabha!"

Relying on his understanding of boxing techniques, Huixin suddenly manifested the swastika symbol in his palm, and suddenly used his magical powers, hitting Wuming by surprise.

Falling into the illusion, Wuming felt a little uncomfortable. He looked around, but found that he was no longer in the same place.

"What kind of method are you doing? The old man has never seen it before!"

Hui Xin laughed and said, "This is the way of the poor monk, please give me some pointers, the poor monk has the Buddhist kingdom in his hands, is it worse than Taijiquan?"

Gang Qi filled Wuming's body, and he looked around cautiously, but he couldn't find Huixin at all.

In fact, this Buddha Kingdom in the palm is nothing but an illusion created by Huixin, but it seals the five senses of the trapped people, while outsiders can only see Wuming beating around, and there is no way to crack it.

Especially when the mental power of Huixin is better than Wuming.

Mingling looked at Wuming in a daze, fighting with the air, just about to speak, but saw Huixin looking at him with a half-smile, and couldn't help closing her mouth.

Wuming said angrily, "Little monk, come out, don't play tricks with the old man, let's fight for [-] rounds if we have the ability!"

Huixin snorted, "The aggressive method is useless to the poor monk. If you admit defeat, the poor monk doesn't want to do anything to you. If you speak rudely, be careful of the poor monk's fists to greet you!"

Wuming calmed down, felt the changes in the surrounding environment, but couldn't find any flaws at all, and sighed, "You won, Pindao admit defeat!"

Mingling was very disappointed, and the rest of the disciples also bowed their heads like mourning concubines.

(End of this chapter)