A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 539 Clean up the door for the Buddha! (Seek full order)

Yue Lingshan, who claims to be courageous, was really frightened. She originally thought that Hua Twelfth came to Shaolin for other things, such as visiting to invite him because of the martial arts conference, or because Lin Zhennan and his wife were going north, so they came here specially to pray for their family.

But she didn't expect that Hua Twelve came to Shaolin to challenge him!

You know, Yue Lingshan never mentioned such a thing as "fighting Shaolin".

Is the name Taishan Beidou in Shaolin Temple martial arts for nothing?

At this moment, when she saw the monks vomiting blood on the ground, there was only one thought in her mind, that her man had caused trouble.

Yue Lingshan was going to stop her just now, but when she thought about what Hua Shier had said in advance when she came, she immediately thought that if she stopped her, would she be holding back Brother Lin?

Just when she was thinking wildly, Hua Twelve turned around and took her hand, and said with a smile:
"Why, the most courageous girl in Huashan, do you know how to be afraid now? Don't be afraid, I have everything!"

For some reason, Yue Lingshan immediately calmed down when she heard Hua Shieru say that everything was due to him. She felt that the other party's words made her feel at ease, and the other party's palm made her feel extremely warm. All dispersed.

Hua Twelve just doesn't know how she feels, if he knows, he will tell her, you are called 'love brain'!

Yue Lingshan stared wide-eyed, unconvinced: "Who is scared, I just want to."

Just as she was about to express her concerns, Hua Twelve interrupted with a smile:

"It's fine if you're not afraid, you don't have to think about it, just watch and see how I can challenge the entire Shaolin!"

After Hua Twelve finished speaking, he didn't wait for the masters from the temple to come out, he dragged Yue Lingshan along and walked straight towards the gate of the temple.

Jia Ting and other Dongchang fans were also afraid in their hearts, this is Shaolin Temple, Wuzong of the world!

How can they not be afraid to challenge the entire Shaolin with just a few of them.

But they were even more afraid of the life and death talisman, so they could only let the horses be tied up, and followed them bravely.

Entering the gate of the mountain, two Zhike monks ran towards them, and when they saw Hua Shier and his party, they all had angry faces.

These two Zhike monks have low martial arts skills and only practiced some outsiders' fists and feet. Therefore, when Hua Shier shouted, he only felt that the shouter was a loud voice, which made them very uncomfortable. ' and the power of 'Sound Transmission and Soul Search Dafa'.

But today they happened to be on duty, and when they heard shouts outside the temple, they were afraid that the elders in the temple and the temple supervisor would blame them, so they ran out to scold the visitor.

One of the squat monks hurried forward to stop him:
"Several benefactors, my Buddhist gate is a pure place. It is better not to enter the gate of the mountain if you carry swords and knives. If you want to enter the temple to offer incense, please give us the sword for safekeeping. When you leave, we will give you the sword again." Return the original!"

After the short and fat monk finished speaking, he pointed at Yue Lingshan and said: "Besides, for thousands of years in my Shaolin, we have not allowed females to enter without permission. This girl, please go down the mountain, so as not to make trouble for yourself."

The monk's two words were extremely blunt, which shocked Jia Ting and the others. Just now, his master was so powerful, but he was scolded by two Zhigu monks as soon as he entered the mountain gate.

Hua Twelve was also surprised. Is this Shaolin school so awesome? He repeated his reason for coming in surprise:
"Grandmasters, did your ears not work well just now? Lin Pingzhi in Huashan Mountain is here to kick the gym!"

"Well, it is to challenge Shaolin martial arts. To put it mildly, it is to make friends through martial arts. Are the two masters here to compete with me?"

The two monks were taken aback for a moment. They didn't expect that this man really came to Shaolin. One of the tall and thin monks shouted sharply:

"You kid has eaten the heart of a bear and the guts of a leopard, and you have come to Shaolin to play wild. It's a challenge, right? Let's pass the level of the poor monk first!"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, punched out with his right hand, followed by a clap of his left palm on the right fist, and turned into a downward chop with both palms, which is the No. 20 eight-style "turning over and chopping" of 'Crossing Shaolin'.

This punch is quite imposing, and it can be seen that he has put in two or three years of hard work.

Hua Twelve said with a smile: "You are indeed a master, please!"

After speaking, reach out and grab at will, with a bang, grab the opponent's wrist, and then shake it lightly, which is the power of turning waves in Chinese martial arts.

How powerful he is with only his physical body!
The monk felt the power of the opponent's shaking, like an unrivaled wave of water, rushing towards his forearm, and then wrapped his elbow, shoulder, and then his whole body.

In my ears, I heard the crackling sound of my arm bones, and then as the force engulfed my whole body, the bones all over my body crackled. After several years of hard work, the horse stance that I had practiced was even and steady, but I couldn't stand still. His feet were thrown off the ground by the opponent, and the whole person seemed to fall into a huge wave.

Fortunately, this feeling came and went quickly. After a short while, the monk fell to the ground with both feet, but the moment he landed, his feet softened and he fell directly to the ground, but his whole body was numb and weak, and he couldn't even stand firmly. up.

With Hua Twelve's shaking, he had used the strength of the martial art to shake the Zhike monk's muscles and bones, and it would be difficult to practice fists, feet and weapons in the future.

The smile on his face remained unchanged, and he said to the monk: "The master is too hostile, and violated the precept of anger, which is one of the fundamental troubles of Buddhism. Fortunately, I met you, and solved the root of your anger!"

"Master, don't worry, you won't be able to practice martial arts in the future, you will be out of breath when you work, and you won't be able to get angry if you want to. You don't have to go out to meet such a good thing. Apart from saying congratulations, I don't know Say something!"

Seeing the congratulatory expression on Hua Twelve's face, the monk felt like crying. Feeling weak, he pointed at him and said in a trembling voice:

"you you"

Before he finished speaking, he was so angry that he rolled his eyes and passed out directly.

The other chunky Zhike monk backed away in fright: "What did you do to my brother Putong?"

Hua Twelve was surprised: "Is this master just now called ordinary? No wonder he is so ordinary. Then what is your name, this master? Come, come, let's use martial arts to make friends!"

The short and fat monk thought that his martial arts were not as good as Pu Tong's, so he turned around and ran away in fright, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Come on!"

At this time, some monks in the front yard had already rushed over, rushing towards this side quickly.

Hua Twelve saw that the short and fat Zhike escaped and did not chase after him. He waited for the other party to run seventeen or eight steps away before he yawned and said lazily:
"Please advise!"

After speaking, he flicked his fingers, and a silver needle shot out to the monk's back acupuncture point. The monk's blood flowed backwards, and a mouthful of blood spewed out. This foreigner's fists and feet were useless, and it was worse than the one just now.

At this time, dozens of monks rushed over with bare hands or holding wooden sticks. Seeing that their fellow disciples were injured, they were all frightened and angry, and attacked together with fists and sticks.

With a smile on Hua Twelve's face, before they could get close, he saluted first:
"Eminent monks, here at Lin Pingzhi in Huashan Mountain, we are here to make friends with martial arts!"

When he said this, the monks stopped and looked at a middle-aged monk among the monks. It seemed that this monk should have some status.

A stern look flashed across the monk's face: "Take it down first!"

With his order, those monks swarmed up. Of course, they didn't want to beat up Hua Shier, but wanted to take down all of them!

"You all watch, I will do it myself!"

When Hua Twelve gave orders to Jia Ting and the others, the Clear Water Sword was already in his hand, and the next moment, he was seen moving back and forth among a group of monks like a ghost.

After five or six breaths, Hua Twelve returned to Yue Lingshan's side and had already sheathed his sword.

And more than 30 monks, including the middle-aged monk who spoke, were all limp to the ground, bloodshot from the corners of their mouths.

Looking at these monks, they don't have any scars on their bodies.

But it was Hua Twelve who used Qi to control the sword, learned from Feng Xifan's method in the story of the deer and cauldron, and used the method of releasing internal force from the tip of the sword to break the dantian of these monks and abolished their martial arts.

Looking at the angry gazes of these monks, Hua Twelve clasped his fists and said, "The masters are really strong in martial arts, and I have benefited a lot from you. Please rest first, and I will go to other masters to learn from each other!"

He turned around and saw that on the steps of the front hall, a monk was poking his head, looking this way with a panicked expression.

Hua Twelve waved his hand in a friendly way and said, "Master, let's compete!"

The monk seemed to be seeing a ghost, turned around and ran away with an 'ah', but one of them didn't pay attention, his hind feet fell on the steps, the whole person fell forward, his head hit the bluestone slab in the front hall, and he fainted all at once past.

Hua Twelve took Yue Lingshan's hand, led Jia Ting up the steps, and sighed with his own people: "Look, Shaolin Iron Head Kung Fu really deserves its reputation!"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his fingers and pointed downwards, directly abolishing the internal force of this person, and then said sincerely:
"Master is good at kung fu. Facing me with a yang finger, he will not dodge or dodge. Admire, admire!"

Yue Lingshan, Jia Ting and the others were speechless for a while, he fainted from what he said, how could he dodge.

Hua Twelve dragged Yue Lingshan into the front hall, but he didn't see a single monk, so he couldn't help but wonder, is Shaolin so easy to break into?

In order to win people first, this guy merged two sonic kung fu outside the mountain gate, and yelled such a voice, but it was the first time he used it, and he didn't know the specific effect, so he didn't know which voice was used in Shaolin Temple. What a disturbance.

After passing through the front hall, we arrived at the Daxiong Hall. At this time, we finally saw the Shaolin masters. Five old monks walked quickly with sullen faces, followed by densely packed monks. The two sides met in front of the Daxiong Hall.

The first old monk, who originally had a benevolent face, but now with an angry face showing the appearance of a vajra, saw Hua Twelve and the others, and immediately pointed his finger and asked:

"Who are you?"

"I'm here." Hua Twelve was about to hand over his hands to announce his name, and then to make friends with martial arts, when he heard crying from behind the temple, a monk rushed past, and shouted:
"Several uncles and uncles, my master has passed away!"

Pointing at the old monk Hua Twelve just now, he said 'ah': "Junior Brother Fang Zhi has gone too, that damned Lin Pingzhi, with his voice, made my three junior brothers of the Fang family in Shaolin go crazy, I think it's better to be wrong." Let's live together."

Fang saw that the old monk turned his head suddenly, with a fierce look in his eyes: "Who did you say you were just now?"

As the old monk yelled and asked, all the monks behind him glared and showed grief and indignation. Yue Lingshan, Jia Ting and others swallowed and spit collectively, so murderous!
The corner of Hua Twelve's mouth twitched: "It's raining"

He didn't expect his voice to be so powerful, and he would directly kill a few of them. Seeing so many monks staring at him with fierce eyes, he kind of wanted to say that he was Yu Huatian, and then point in any direction , the impulse to say 'Lin Pingzhi ran over there'.

But he still let him reject such a plot of Master Xing, because
I'm here to kick the gym!

The monks of Hua Twelve Dynasty grinned: "Okay, next to me is Lin Pingzhi."

Lin Pingzhi said three words, and the temple was blown up in an instant, and all the monks present rushed up.

Hua Twelve smiled disdainfully; "I heard that martial arts in the world come from Shaolin. If I don't believe you, I'm here to ask for advice!"

Seeing the disciples behind him, Fang shouted: "Everyone stop!"

He was the head seat of the Discipline Hall, and no one present dared to disobey the 'stop', and all of them stopped in their tracks, but they couldn't hide their slasher-like eyes from looking at Hua Twelve.

Hua Twelve clicked his tongue: "Look at you monks, each of you is full of hostility, what kind of martial arts are good monks practicing!"

Fang Jian looked at Hua Twelve coldly:
"Your Excellency used the sound wave skills to attack us in Shaolin, causing my Shaolin monks to go wrong when they were practicing internal skills, and those who went crazy. Three monks of our generation passed away because of this. Two of them broke their hearts and ruined their martial arts. Therefore, there are dozens of people with damaged meridians, no matter who you are today, you must give me an explanation!"

'Ghost Prison Yinfeng Roar' and 'Sound Transmission and Soul Search Dafa' both disturb the mind and mind. If you are practicing internal strength, if someone comes with such a voice, your internal strength will be affected.

And when the internal energy goes wrong, people with shallow internal energy will be affected to a limited extent, at most they will only be injured, or they will recover after a while, while those with deep internal energy will become obsessed and lose their martial arts. An old monk of the square generation, even sat down in the midst of madness.

"The problem is serious!"

Hua Twelve pondered: "Is there another possibility, that is, your martial arts are not good enough?"

"I heard that your Shaolin martial arts is passed down from the Buddhist monk Bodhidharma. Could it be that you have practiced the foreign martial arts so that the water and the soil are unacceptable, or else you can say that you are insane, and you are insane. When I was in school, I didn't watch movies so easily. ah"

"you"

Fang Jian couldn't understand what he was saying while driving, but he could hear the other party saying that their Shaolin Temple martial arts were not good enough, so he immediately became angry:

"Okay, you want to challenge me in Shaolin, right? The poor monk will do a few tricks with you, but the fists and feet have no eyes, life and death don't matter!"

The old monk became really angry, and when he stepped on it, cracks appeared on the bluestone slab. He waved his two sleeves, and Zhaohua Twelve beat him directly, and at the same time shouted: "There is heaven and earth in the sleeves!"

His kung fu is one of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple, "Sleeve Universe", the sleeves are flicked up, but the strength of the fist is released from the bottom of the sleeves. During the Northern Song Dynasty, the Shaolin eminent monk Xuan Nan used this method when he faced Bei Qiaofeng.

This way, the Qiankun fist is hidden at the bottom of the sleeve, the sleeves seem to be a cover for the strength of the fist, so that the enemy cannot see the direction of the punch, the two wide sleeves are swelled by internal force, they are as strong as weapons, and their power is not trivial.

Hua Twelve turned his palms upright into knives, and slashed forward in the air. He heard the sound of "stab, stab". Then he saw the master's two long sleeves filled with inner strength, as if being cut by a sharp blade, shattered. Cracked.

The shattered sleeves, like dozens of gray butterflies, were wrapped in strong wind and flew up and down around the two of them.

Looking at Fang Jian's arm again, there are a few knife marks deep enough to show bone.

The old monk took a few steps back and was supported by two old monks behind him. Regardless of the pain on his arm, he asked in shock:
"The internal force is released externally, and the energy turns into a knife. Who are you?"

"Didn't I say it, Huashan Lin Pingzhi!"

Hua Twelve waved his hands impatiently and said, "I'm in a hurry, you guys go together!"

Fang Jian bit his teeth: "All disciples listen to the order, and the Brahman battles!"

"Fuck, I don't have time to wait for you to set up the formation!"

Hua Twelve drew out the clear water sword casually, and launched an attack first. He decided to beat all the monks in Shaolin by himself.

The square in front of the Daxiong Palace was filled with stick shadows and sword lights. From time to time, monks flew upside down and landed on the ground. They were all hit in the dantian and disabled their martial arts. They spit out a mouthful of blood and could no longer fight.

In just a moment, only a few old monks of the Fangzi generation were left in the Shaolin group of monks. They performed their unique skills and besieged Hua Shier, pinching flower fingers, dragon claw skills, and powerful diamond palms. , The move is fatal.

But none of these moves can touch the corner of Hua Twelve's clothes.

He sighed: "Tianxia Wuzong, that's all!"

In the next moment, the figure is divided into nine parts, Sunflower's agility plus nine Yin to strengthen the body's 'Spiral Nine Shadows'.

Several old monks of the Fang generation flew upside down at the same time, and Hua Shier's dantians were all abolished, and each of them seemed to be ten years old in an instant.

Jia Ting, who was watching, sighed subconsciously:

"Too brutal!"

After he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong, and immediately covered his mouth. Fortunately, everyone was shocked at this time, and none of his own people heard what he said.

Hua Shier stood in front of the main hall, drew his sword and stood facing the Buddha. Behind him lay a group of monks. He folded his hands and bowed respectfully to the Buddha:

"Buddhism is originally a pure place. Today, the layman has the courage to clean up the door for the Buddha, breaking the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance that have been born in Shaolin for thousands of years!"

He hit Shaolin and didn't kill a single person, but it is shocking to abolish so many people's martial arts. The reason for the heavy hand is that Shaolin took the lead in opposing him on the one hand, and on the other hand, the main reason was that in the original plot, The misery of the Lin family and the misery of Huashan, Shaolin Wudang is behind the scenes.

After worshiping, Hua Twelve turned around and activated his skills, and shouted loudly: "Let Fang Zheng and Fang Sheng come out to see me!"

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