Recklessly push the heavens

Chapter 87
"Master, you really didn't disappoint me!" Ye Wei only felt comfortable all over his body, the power of this floor sweeping monk's finger was comparable to the joint attack of the Demon Subduing Formation led by Murong Bo that day.

It is only said that at the same moment when Ye Wei unscrupulously ate a Wuxiangjie finger, a black heart-breaking palm had already hit the sweeping monk's forehead.

A protective air wall like cast copper and iron rose up in front of the monk's forehead at will, and Sheng Sheng blocked the heart-destroying palm three inches in front of his forehead. A wave of air broke out between the two of them, shocking the blazing Buddhist scriptures pavilion Shocked, the already fragile window edges, bookshelves, and door frames shattered to the ground, and the fire in the Sutra Pavilion suddenly rose again.

In the Daxiong Palace, many monks lost control on the spot when they saw this scene, especially Xuannan, the head of the Bodhidharma Academy, was the most angry: "Abbot Xuanci! That Ye Wei even dared to burn the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, it is clear that Mara came to the world, Lawless!"

Xuan Ci remained silent.

On the other side, Xuan Ji, the head of the Discipline Academy, seemed to be in a daze, staring in the direction of the Sutra Pavilion: "Ma Luo Buddha? Is it Yefeiye?"

This Xuanji is in charge of the precepts on weekdays, and he is clear about the various measures committed by the Shaolin monks. After the Shaolin monks practiced their unique skills, some of them became violent and killed people, and some wanted to break the precepts and hurt their bodies. 72 stunts are also the most questioned.Knowing that the Sutra Pavilion was destroyed at this moment, he seemed to have realized it.

Behind that Xuan Ji, the former number one master of Shaolin, now the crippled Xuan Cheng suddenly walked out of the crowd, and bowed in the direction of the scripture storage: "Amitabha!"

Xuan Cheng turned around and bowed to the monks, "I'm going down the mountain."

Xuan Cheng put down his monk hat, took off his cassock, put his palms together, and walked out of the Daxiong Hall with a fixed gaze.

"Haha, Shaolin stunts, you only see stunts, but you don't see Shaolin. 72 stunts, it's all for naught. I'm going too!" Xuan Ji laughed loudly, and followed Xuan Cheng's footsteps down the mountain.

"Shaolin is in ruins, Shaolin is everywhere, I will go there." Xuan Sheng, Xuan Mie, Xuan Jiu, Xuan Jing and others followed suit one after another, and suddenly the Daxiong Hall was empty.

The expression in Xuanci's eyes changed again and again until he finally made a decision.

When the heroes of the Beggar Gang, Quanzhen Taoist Loose Cultivators, Kongtong Sect, etc. reached the halfway up the mountain, they heard Shaolin's big bell ringing twelve times in succession.

After the bell rang, only Xuanci's voice came out with a loudness almost like a Shaolin bell: "From now on, there will be no Shaolin in Songshan Mountain!"

The heroes on the mountainside were in an uproar.

In the Great Hall of Great Heroes, there are still those who cannot accept the disbandment of Shaolin.

This group of people was headed by Xuan Nan, led by Xuan Tong, Xuan Sha, Xuan Sha, Xuan Nian, Xuan Shi, Xuan Ming, but rushed to the Buddhist scripture pavilion when Xuan Ci summoned all the Shaolin monks.

When they arrived at the Sutra Pavilion, it was the moment when Ye Wei and the sweeping monk were in full swing.

From the beginning of the battle between the sweeping monk and Ye Wei, they abandoned fancy temptations, and almost every move was a fist-to-body confrontation.

But seeing Ye Wei's punch, it seemed as if there was thunder in his muscles and bones, Xuan Nan who rushed to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to watch the battle was secretly startled, although he asked himself that his palm was not weaker than Abbot Xuanci, but he didn't have the confidence to accept it. Stop Ye Wei's punch.

However, the sweeping monk slowly played Shaolin's most basic Arhat Fist, the two fists faced each other, and the scattered strong wind flew around, which made the Buddhist scripture pavilion shake again and again, on the verge of collapse.

The more he fought with the sweeping monk, the more frightened Ye Wei became.

There is no doubt that the fist of this sweeping monk is exactly the Dharma and true compassion.

But this kind of compassion is the most terrifying, every move and every style is not murderous, as if it is persuasive and persuasive, persuading people to be Buddha

Only Ye Wei knew that these moves were terrifyingly powerful, and Ye Wei chose them himself.

The meaning of "compassion" by the sweeping monk is for the person who devotes himself to the Buddha. If the other party is a murderous demon, this "compassion" will inevitably turn into thunderous anger.

But the question is, what is a "devil"?
Without him, the one that my fist can't convince is the devil.

This is also the reason why Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were easily crossed in the original book. The essence of "Fist Intent" is a confrontation at the spiritual level, and the sweeping monk even turned this "Fist Intent" into substance and integrated it into every punch and palm.

"It turns out that Buddhism's slap in the face is persuasion with a stick!" Ye Wei suddenly realized, "That is to say, I can't relax with a single punch today. If I lose, I will definitely be converted by this monk?"

"Then I can't become Monk Sha anymore? I don't want to!"

According to the routines of Buddhist kung fu, such as "one emptiness to the end" of Prajna palm and "one slap and two scattered palms" of the unique skill, they almost all mean the same thing.But Ye Wei couldn't guarantee that this sweeping monk would take the opportunity to give himself a "slap in the face" or a "slap in the face".

When Ye Wei was helpless, the sweeping monk was also surprised.

"Ye Jushi's martial arts will is so firm, but it makes the little monk admire him." Although the sweeping monk has played few times, he is very clear about his own strength. His fists and feet can really physically attack people. "persuade".Whenever you face someone with palms, the opponent's palm strength will be weakened by [-]% out of thin air. The body-protecting true qi cultivated by hard skills such as ordinary golden bell jars and iron cloth shirts, after he strikes with a palm full of "compassion", , is useless.And Ye Wei, whether it is fist palm kung fu or body protection zhenqi, can ignore the effect of his fist intention and block his attack to death.

"Hey, I'm a devil. It's normal that the Dharma cannot be transformed." Ye Wei felt that he had a little grasp of the devil profession that the system joked for him.

"It's the devil and the Buddha, it's all in one mind." The sweeping monk simply stopped holding back and said with a smile, "Lady Ye, practice is like traveling against the road. You and I are both pedestrians. Please take my trick."

The floor-sweeping monk withdrew his hands and retreated. There was no wind around his body, and the monk's robe was swaying.

"I see Tathagata!"

"I thought you were going to give me a palm technique that fell from the sky!" Ye Wei grumbled, but he didn't dare to relax at all.

With the sweeping monk's push, it was as if a giant Buddha of Wanjun was pushed out from his hand!
A group of monks of the Xuan family in the distance were filled with hallucinations.It was as if seeing the golden Buddha come into the world, they all knelt down in unison.

In Ye Wei's eyes, it was an impenetrable invisible wall of air pressing towards him, and he said in his heart: "It doesn't have the devastating effect of Tathagata God's Palm, but it almost means that."

After all, there are only two results for this palm, either it is forcibly broken by the opponent, or the opponent kneels down to accept the transition, just like Wuzhishan knocked down the monkey.

"Damn it, it's such a pit if you don't have a nirvana!" Counterattack is impossible to counterattack. Although the Seven Injury Fist and Heart Destruction Palm are the first level of Shaolin's unique skills, they can only be regarded as conventional martial arts in front of the sweeping monk's move. The martial arts level of the soul breaking knife is enough, but the level has not been practiced yet.

Thinking of this, Ye Wei sighed in his heart: "What can I do, just resist. As long as you can't beat me to death, when you get tired from beating me, I can beat you to death instead."

There was a burst of gold, silver, and black patterns on Ye Wei's body surface, and the great shifting of the universe and the energy of the Qishang fist in his body were constantly running, pushing his body strength up continuously——

(End of this chapter)