Forced to join Kongoji Temple at the beginning

Chapter 101 Bloody Scene

Lanke Temple?
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, everyone was horrified and unbelievable.

Although Lanke Temple is not one of the seven major powers in the Southern Region, it is the most mysterious place in the Southern Region.

Their old abbot is one of the five top figures in the Southern Territory. His strength has been advanced and he has almost reached the realm of flying immortals. He has broken into the God Market several times and returned safely.

In the past ten years, the old abbot has gradually retreated and stopped walking in the rivers and lakes.

Moreover, this temple is extremely mysterious, and it is said that no one knows the exact location.

Only those who have a relationship with Buddhism can find it.

Therefore, although countless masters in the world want to go to apprentice, but they can't find the specific location of this temple, so they can only hear it frequently from some storytellers.

They didn't expect to meet the descendant of Lanke Temple today?

Ning Chuan was also secretly suspicious, aware of the changes in everyone's expressions.

Could it be that this little monk has a lot of background?

"Master, please advise."

Ning Chuan raised one hand.

"Don't dare, benefactor, do you want to take a break?"

The little monk was a little shy, clasped his hands together, and asked.

He was young, and seemed to be younger than Ning Chuan, with an immature face, wearing a white monk robe, not stained with a trace of dust, even the shoes under his feet were white.

The whole person looks white and clean, with a unique temperament, which makes people feel good.

"No, I can still hold on."

Ning Chuan smiled.

"Why don't the benefactor take a rest, once the little monk makes a move, he will definitely do his best, I'm afraid the benefactor will lose his strength after a while..."

The little monk muttered.

"Master, you are welcome, there is really no need."

Ning Chuan laughed.

"In that case, please enlighten me, Lord."

The little monk didn't say any more, a layer of golden light suddenly appeared in his thin and small body, filled with an unspeakable aura, mighty and mighty, enveloping him, giving people a feeling of boundless majesty for a moment.

It's like suddenly turning into a Buddha, a god!

The people who had been watching here from all directions suddenly couldn't help but change their expressions.

What a weird feeling!

What kind of magic is this?
"Fudo Ming King Sutra!"

The old man on the old locust tree had a dignified expression, and whispered, "It's actually the most difficult inner power to practice in Lanke Temple. It's unbelievable..."

Fudo Mingwang Sutra has always been powerful, mysterious, and frightening to the hearts of the people. It is known as the most difficult to practice in Lanke Temple. In 240 years, only one person has successfully practiced it.

This little monk has such talent?

Whoa!

Suddenly, the little monk's body disappeared directly from the sight, but his body was almost to the extreme, producing a sonic boom, and before the sound could be heard, the person had already disappeared.

Ning Chuan only felt that the space in front of him was suddenly sunken, and the wind was raging like a golden lightning rushing towards him, followed by dense and endless shadows of claws, hooded his body.

In an instant, an unspeakable terrifying crisis quickly hit my heart.

So bald!
So extraordinary!
Ning Chuan's pupils shrank.

But his reaction was not slow at all. Almost as soon as the little monk's body disappeared, he suddenly let out a loud roar, like thunder falling from the sky. A mouthful of blood was spurted out, and he flew out on the spot.

The body of the little monk also paused suddenly, as if he had been slightly affected.

But soon he got rid of the influence, and his claws became faster and faster.

Totally beyond the speed of sound!
Ning Chuan rushed forward with amazing explosive power. The soles of his feet crushed the ground. Not only did he not retreat, but his hands turned into claw shadows. With unimaginable majestic force, he quickly grabbed the little monk's body from top to bottom.

Bagua Vajra Claw!
Gossip · 250 six!
Boom boom boom!

The claw shadows of the two confronted each other, and bursts of violent deafening roars sounded directly.

It's like two big hammers running at high speed are bombarding rapidly.

Both of them use claw skills!
The claw skills of the two are all extremely fast.

The body produced a sonic boom, and waves of surging air continued to erupt from between them.

The little monk is worthy of being the descendant of Lanke Temple.

The claw technique used is also an extremely profound and superior martial art!

It is called [Canglong Eighteen Claws], and it is famous for its masculinity and fierceness and variety of changes. Each claw is grasped, followed by eighteen changes, and after each change, there are eighteen new changes.

So eighteen times eighteen, times eighteen!
Equivalent to more than 800 variations!
Once you face the enemy, you only need to have a slight upper hand, and thousands of other changes will follow, making this original slight upper hand become infinitely huge, thus defeating the opponent!
It's just that although the 【Eighteen Claws of the Canglong】has changed a lot, the young monk and the old monk have overlooked one thing.

Or maybe they never thought that there would be such a pervert as Ning Chuan in the world.

Ning Chuan's physical strength completely exceeded the expectations of the old monk and the young monk.

In addition, Ning Chuan's Bagua Vajra Claw is also known for its speed.

Therefore, in the previous dozens of consecutive moves, Ning Chuan hit fast, his hands were as terrifying as lightning, and he blocked all the claws of the little monk perfectly.

But with this block, the little monk immediately felt the boundless and terrifying force coming quickly, but the two of them were in an extremely fast fight, even though he felt his hands tingling, he couldn't pull them out at all.

After dozens of confrontations in a row!
The little monk suddenly groaned miserably, and his two palms were close to collapsing. The blood was flying, and the scene was terrible. Two or three fingers flew out.

Then the two arms, shoulders, chest, and back were hit hard almost at the same time, and the terrifying claws quickly clawed past, making a puffing sound, clothes flying, and blood and flesh spattering.

Ah!
The little monk screamed, flew out on the spot, and smashed into the distance.

Ning Chuan's body stopped suddenly, his face changed slightly.

This is something he never imagined!

He also didn't want to hurt someone heavily, but the two of them had fought to the extreme, the little monk's claw shadow was terrifying and fast, and his moves couldn't leave his vitals, so he couldn't hold back any hands at all.

Therefore, in the continuous mad grabbing, all of them are doing their best.

But I didn't expect that the little monk suddenly lost his strength and his palm collapsed.

This was the result of Ning Chuan noticing something was wrong and hastily stopped.

Otherwise, once the 250 six moves are released, the little monk can be caught into bones in an instant!

Just now he thought he had met a real opponent among his peers...

Whoa!
There was an uproar outside the stadium.

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief, as if they didn't expect this result.

This little monk is a descendant of Lanke Temple, and all of his cultivation is the best fist and kick kung fu, but in the rapid series of collisions, three fingers were directly grabbed and broken.

In this way, if half of the kung fu of the two palms is abolished?
How could it be this ending?

"Master, how are you?"

Ning Chuan hurried to the sidelines and helped Monk Wufa up.

Monk Wufa's face was pale, his hands and arms were bloody, and the bones inside were visible in many places. His lips trembled, but he gritted his teeth and forced a smile.
"Thank you, benefactor, for your mercy."

"Goodness is goodness."

A burst of Buddha horn sounded.

The old monk outside the arena held a nine-tin Zen stick, squeezed in from the crowd, sealed the young monk's acupuncture points, took out the elixir, and fed him.

"If you can't break it, you can't stand it. Enlightenment, do you know how vast the world outside the temple is?"

The old monk's voice was old.

"Return to Master, I understand."

The little monk responded.

"Today's discussion, you just broke three fingers, but if there is no today, you may lose your life when you walk in the rivers and lakes in the future. Now you don't thank the benefactor for saving your life?"

The old monk spoke.

"My little monk, I would like to thank the benefactor for his kindness in saving me."

The little monk got up from the ground, his hands and arms were bloodied, he folded his hands towards Ning Chuan, bowed and spoke.

"The master is too polite, it's all because he acted too quickly..."

Ning Chuan spoke hastily.

Why is this Lanke Temple a bit like a cult.

When the old monk saw that the young monk had finished saluting, he nodded slightly, and then the old man's eyes fell on Ning Chuan, and he said, "Little benefactor, grace is grace, excess is excess, you hurt the enlightenment today, and you are destined to die with me The temple has formed karma, and in the future, other masters from Lanke Temple will come down the mountain to ask you for advice. I hope that the donor will have a good life and practice, eat and drink well, Amitabha..."

He chanted the Buddha's name, led the young monk, and walked out of the crowd.

The young monk's robe was stained with blood, his face was pale, but he smiled at the corner of his mouth and walked calmly, as if he was not the one who was injured.

Ning Chuan felt awe-inspiring, and looked deeply at the old and the young.

Could it be that the old monk was threatening himself before he left?

What does it mean to eat and drink well?

Suddenly, he noticed three bloody fingers on the ground.

"Master, do you still want fingers?"

Ning Chuan suddenly spoke.

But no words came from the old and the young.

Ning Chuan felt uneasy.

This old monk doesn't seem like an easy person to get along with?
Will he take revenge on himself in the middle of the night?

Do you want to find the golden bearded man?
Ning Chuan's heart was agitated for a while.

He patted his head lightly, and suddenly cupped his fists towards everyone, "Everyone, this is it for today, I have important things to do next, so I'll take my leave first."

He walked towards the crowd.

Many quacks in all directions quickly backed away, showing horror, and made way for him.

It wasn't until Ning Chuan walked far away that the crowd erupted into discussions.

"It's terrible, what kind of strength is Ning Shaoxia?"

"The successor of Lanke Temple was defeated, his arm was half useless, and his finger was broken..."

"Big event, definitely a big event..."

...

Many people left quickly and began to spread the news.

There is no doubt that the battle here will definitely cause a sensation in the entire Yunxiao City.

Those masters on the outstanding list probably won't be able to sit still now.

...

the street in the distance.

Ning Chuan let out a breath of foul air slowly, thinking in his heart.

Being in Yunxiao City, the old monk shouldn't mess around, right?

After all, if something happened to him, everyone would easily think of him, and it would be useless for him to explain it.

But thinking so, Ning Chuan was still a little worried, and immediately walked towards the distance.

After walking around for several streets, he walked directly into an unremarkable pharmacy.

The pungent and bitter medicinal smell can be smelled from far away.

The shop is temporarily quiet, and no customers can be seen.

"Shopkeeper, I'm here to buy seven catties and seven taels of red flowers and leaves."

"The safflower leaves are temporarily sold out, do you want Poria Cake?"

"Actually, this view is a bit extreme. Watermelons are red, but oranges are yellow, and the famous burning knives in Hanwu Kingdom are actually green. If these three are mixed together, it is said that you can taste the aroma of minced garlic."

"I agree with your point of view. If you ask in the morning, you can die in the evening."

The opening of the dispenser.

Then he got up suddenly and walked to Ning Chuan, looked at him carefully, and whispered, "Come in with me first."

He directly brought Ning Chuan into the inner hall.

After closing the door carefully.

The shopkeeper frowned slightly, and said, "What happened?"

"I want to see Elder Xiang, it's like this..."

Ning Chuan quickly explained.

After a while, the shopkeeper showed surprise.

"You abolished the descendants of Lanke Temple?"

"It's not considered useless, but three of his fingers were broken, and a few of his meridians were blown away..."

Ning Chuan defended.

"You wait here."

The shopkeeper opened his mouth, turned and left, but his heart was surging, and shock emerged.

This guy…

Where did it come from?

How many meridians are caught?

Isn't this abolished?

(End of this chapter)