The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 120
No wonder I haven't heard of it.

The Shaolin Temple is famous all over the world, after all, it is only the four great monks who have seen and heard about wisdom, that is, the three old monks of the crossing generation in the Houshan Vajra Subduing Demon Circle. How many people in the world remember?

Although Mo Li wandered around the rivers and lakes, he was either in the northwest or in the capital. This was the first time he had come to this land of Heluo. It was not uncommon for him not to know about the younger generation of Shaolin masters.

What's more, with his current martial arts and his prestige in Jiang Hu, even the abbot of Shaolin would bow his head when he sees him, let alone Kong Wen's disciple.

While speaking, the monk in yellow tapped his toes, and the man turned into a yellow light and appeared on the deck.

"Amitabha!"

The monk uttered the Buddha's chant, and under the infusion of internal energy, it immediately echoed on the river, spreading to every corner of the big boat.

With this one move alone, it can be concluded that his internal strength is so deep that he may have already reached the realm of a first-class master.

But that's hardly surprising.

With the martial arts and status of Shaolin Temple, passed down by the abbot, entering the first-class realm at the age of forty is the speed at which elite disciples in the temple should practice, and in another ten or twenty years, he will need to enter the ultimate realm. He will not have the qualifications to inherit the abbot of Shaolin.

Unlike other sects, the abbot of Shaolin Temple must be a top master and cannot be replaced. Otherwise, how can he shoulder the burden of being the number one sect in the world?

However, Master Yuanmiao clasped his palms together, bowed his head and bowed, and said to the crowd in a very graceful manner: "Little monk Yuanmiao, under the order of the abbot, came to arrest the traitor Yuanhui and Yuanxin, and hope that all benefactors will be merciful. "

"Where is it, master is too polite."

The bearded man with a saber on his back smiled and said: "Who doesn't know that Shaolin Temple is famous all over the world, since he is a Shaolin traitor, he is also my public enemy of righteousness, Xu is not talented, and he is willing to help Master Yuanmiao."

He smiled heartily, but in his heartiness, there was a three-point flattery, and what he said was full of the meaning of kneeling and licking Shaolin.

What does it mean that Shaolin traitors are public enemies of the righteous way? When can Shaolin Temple represent the righteous way?
Mo Li's heart was amused. In this way, Zhang Sanfeng, his ancestor, is considered a traitor?

Does this person know that Shaolin traitors, in the end, all of them got along well?

However, Li Li could also understand the behavior of this warrior. He is from Kaifeng, he is living under the nose of Shaolin Temple, and he wants to send his own children to Shaolin. Can you be more humble?
The abbot of Shaolin obviously saw this kind of scene much more. He nodded to the man surnamed Xu in a calm and polite manner, and said, "So, thank you benefactor."

Immediately, his gaze swept over the crowd, and finally landed on the strong man who spoke at the beginning, and said, "Yuan Hui, I finally found you, and I will arrest you before you put your hands up, and follow the monk to the Discipline Hall to receive the punishment!"

"Take your mother's dog fart!"

Seeing that his identity had been found out, the sturdy man yelled, he rushed up, raised his hand and threw a punch at Yuan Miao's body!

This punch is fierce and heavy, it goes straight to Yuanmiao's confidant, it is exactly the black tiger's heart-throwing style in Shaolin Changquan!
Judging from the person's moves alone, he is undoubtedly a proper Shaolin disciple, and he is still a disciple with good aptitude. After all, the simplest Shaolin Changquan allows him to strike a bit of power, and it is impossible to do it without a little bit of understanding.

Facing the menacing punch, Yuan Miao looked calm, and slapped out lightly, without the slightest trace of fireworks, and the movements were smooth and smooth, which was extremely pleasing to the eye.

However, when that palm slapped on the opponent's fist, there was a dull sound, and the strength was scattered, and everyone's clothes were flying, and they couldn't help but backed up a few steps.

Yuan Hui's face suddenly turned aside, and he flew upside down, with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, he said in surprise: "Vajra Prajna Palm?!"

"Yuan Hui, you are no match for this little monk, surrender quickly, and follow this little monk back to the Discipline Hall to accept the crime." Yuan Miao persuaded again.

"I said I'm not guilty!"

Yuan Hui shouted angrily, "You are the ones who are guilty, you bastards, I will fight with you!"

He looked like he was crazy, he clapped his palms continuously, his robe swelled up amidst the surge of energy, and his palms were hidden inside, but he couldn't see clearly the palm movements!

"Cassock to subdue demons!"

Yuan Miao's face changed slightly, this martial art is one of Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills, but it is different from such superficial Shaolin Changquan.

The man stared at the bulging clothes, and suddenly stretched out his index finger, pointing forward, as fast as lightning, with heavy finger shadows, before everyone could see clearly, they could only hear the sound of "tearing" the clothes torn, countless pieces of cloth Pieces were flying all over the sky, and that finger had already touched two interlaced palms!
It is the one-finger Zen magical skill in the seventy-two stunts!

The strong wind disperses, and the breath of the crushed person is stagnant, and the fingers and palms seem to be glued together, and no one retreats the slightest!

These two people are competing for internal strength!
However, that Yuan Miao's inner strength is clearly much stronger than Yuan Hui's. Yuan Hui's face is already flushed, not only is he short of breath, but also his whole body is covered with blue veins. It is obvious that he has exerted all his strength, and the deck under his feet is constantly sinking. Apparently it won't last long.

On the other hand, Yuan Miao's face was as calm as usual, and she even spoke: "If you don't admit defeat, this little monk will break all the meridians in your body under the force of your breath."

Competing with other people's internal strength and being able to speak, it can be seen that his skill is much better than this Yuanhui.

It's just that Yuan Hui, as a native of Shaolin, how could he escape without knowing Yuan Miao's strength, and how could he fight recklessly?
Mo Li had a premonition in his heart, there must be someone behind this!

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, a gust of wind suddenly came from the cabin. Li Qiye took a closer look, but there were several hidden weapons emitting blue light, obviously poisoned!
"Good come!"

Yuan Miao was not surprised but happy, but when he spit out all his strength, Yuan Hui was immediately blown away, and the blood spurted out from his mouth. They all fell to the ground, but they were all blue poisonous needles!

The person was clearly prepared for it!
Mo Xin was moved, this Yuan Miao's kung fu was better than that of Yuan Hui's I don't know how much, but he deliberately defeated him without a single finger, probably in order to lure the minds of the opponent's accomplices!
Looking at the poisonous needle on the deck, anger flashed in that Yuanmiao pupil, and he said loudly: "Yuanxin, it really is you, you still haven't come out!"

"Don't come out, go... go!"

Although Yuan Hui was seriously injured, she still shouted sharply, but her voice was very low due to the obvious lack of energy.

"Go? We can't go."

In the cabin, a haggard middle-aged man stepped out, with a medium build, slightly thin, and a somewhat sad expression on his face.

He looked at the injured Yuan Hui and said, "Those thieves from Shaolin have cast a net all over the world. From the moment we were forced to board the boat at the border of Hebei and turn around, we are doomed to be inseparable."

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(End of this chapter)