I, the son of Yang Guo, abducted Zhang Sanfeng across the heavens

Chapter 107 The 200-pound Liao State Hercules Can't Move My Finger
Quan Guanqing stood up with a livid face.

"Dalun Ming Wang, this is my big gift to the martial arts conference. You, a foreign monk, have no room to participate, but since your country is ruined and your family is dead, it doesn't matter if you join in now. It's just as the organizer of this conference Initiator, my beggar gang leader is speaking, don't tell me you..."

"boom!"

Quan Guanqing hadn't finished speaking when he was struck flying by Jiumozhi's palm, with blood gushing from his mouth, he fell into the crowd, he didn't know if he was dead or alive.

"You! You are so bold!"

Jiumozhi was nearly 20 meters away from Quan Guanqing, and everyone did not expect that Jiumozhi could hit more than six feet with his palm.

Originally thought that at such a long distance, even if Jiumozhi wanted to make a move, he would have to shake his body, and all the masters present would be able to stop him, but he did not know that his palm strength was at his fingertips, when he raised his hand, Quan Guanqing It had already spurted blood and was thrown into the air, and there was no time for rescue.

The members of the Beggar Clan are not good at martial arts, after helping Quan Guanqing, he can only glare at Jiumozhi.

Jiumozhi was not afraid, instead he said calmly: "The local gangs are really rude, let the young monk teach it. Or is there anyone who thinks the young monk is impolite and wants to teach the young monk how to be polite?"

The heroes of the Central Plains couldn't help being dumbfounded.

The dignity of a person is given by the country behind him. Jiumozhi's country was ruined and his family was destroyed. Although he had a great reputation in the Jianghu in the past, most of the people present did not think highly of him. Heart energy, ten things can't play three or four percent.

Unexpectedly, Jiumozhi's martial arts are not only amazing, but even so high that it goes against common sense.It is said that in the world of Tianlong, no matter how strong you are in martial arts in the world, you can't hit more than five feet. Even in the original book, Xiao Feng still broke through this barrier with three palms superimposed and his body moving forward.

But Jiumozhiren just stood where he was, and only made one move with his palm, without any extras, how could he break through this impossible barrier and hit the palm force to more than six feet?

For a moment, everyone was intimidated by this unreasonable divine palm, and no one dared to speak out, watching the beggar gang leader half-dead with the fierce palm, showing off his might, claiming to show politeness to the Central Plains martial arts.

Jiumozhi's eyes were like lightning, and he glanced around coldly.Everyone didn't dare to look at him, and they lowered their heads and retreated wherever their eyes met.

Just when the crowd retreated and didn't dare to show off their sharpness, Murong Fu came out more and more, stretched out his hand to touch the key points on Quan Guanqing's body, and put his palm on his chest, a healing force passed and stabilized the injury.

He took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out two "Jiuzhuan Xiongshen Pills", stuffed one into his mouth, and handed the other to Elder Xi, and said: "After two hours, give it to all the gang leaders." Eat one pill, and the internal injury will recover within three days."

After all, the beggar gang is relying on Zhujiazhuang's forces, so Murong Fu will certainly have to treat them.At this moment, Huang Chang's voice sounded inappropriately.

"The reason why the world's palm power can't hit five feet away is because simply blowing out a burst of internal force will keep dissipating. However, King Ming practiced Buddhism and Taoism, and the 'flaming knife' was originally a way to release internal force into a knife. , extremely concise, so don't talk about six feet, I think it's possible even seven feet."

Only then did the heroes of the Central Plains all say "Oh".Originally thought that Jiumozhi was like a god like a Buddha, but who knew that it was a coincidence, and the fear of him gradually disappeared.

"Humph!"

Jiumozhi snorted coldly, feeling annoyed in his heart.Originally, it was the time when I showed my supernatural power, frightened the heroes of the Central Plains, and made the name of Tubo resound throughout the world, but was interrupted by the operation of these two people.

In the original book, the Little Wuxiang Kung Fu learned by Jiumozhi is incomplete and has huge flaws, but in this life, what he has learned is the whole body of the Little Wuxiang Kung Fu, plus his original Nyingma school flame saber internal strength, his strength is even more free and unrestrained Three elders.

He raised his hand and slashed towards Murong Fu with a flaming saber energy, and said: "Mr. Murong seems to be polite to this little monk?"

Murong Fu stretched out his hand, and there was a loud "bang", the saber energy was shaken away.Jiumozhi's strength has improved greatly, Murong Fu has been following Yang Gui for so many years, is it still a joke that he is more than the next but not enough?

He strode forward with great strides, every step, Jiumozhi slashed at him, and Murong Fu also raised his hand to block, just like this, he walked in front of Jiumozhi with the saber energy of the Flame Saber.

Jiumozhi's heart skipped a beat. He and Murong Bo have a very close friendship, and they know that the foundation of Murong's family's martial arts is "Fighting and Star Shifting". problem?

Murong Fu unfolded his folding fan and said to Jiumozhi: "The Central Plains is a country of etiquette, and it is of course different from the etiquette of Tubo, Master's hometown. Although I want to see the etiquette of the foreign country, I don't know where is the court etiquette department of your country, Master?"

After saying that, he stopped the folding fan and shook his head.

As expected of a person who has followed Yang Gui for so long, a single sentence directly pokes people's lungs.Seeing Murong Fu's unbeatable virtue, Jiumozhi almost exploded, and said coldly: "Since Mr. Murong wants to see you, this poor monk will let you see him!"

Jiumozhi exerted enough internal strength, "huhuhu" seven or eight saber qi formed a net, and the scorching breath could be felt two or three feet away.But Murong Fu didn't fight, he raised his fist and hit Jiumozhi's bald head.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

Jiumozhi's saber net was scattered, he hastily folded his hands and placed them on his head, barely blocking the punch.But Murong Fu didn't stop hitting his hands, punching and punching like hammering a nail, the sound of clanging can be heard endlessly.

Jiumozhi gathered the inner strength of the Flaming Saber on his arms, and put his hands against each other, trying to hold it, but he felt that the strength in Murong Fu's hands was getting stronger and stronger. Although he could still prevent it, the ground under his feet couldn't hold it up anymore. .

At that time, if he was smashed halfway into the ground by Murong Fushengsheng like a personal nail, then there would be no dignity at all, and the end of Tubo would be a complete laughing stock.

He lifted his hands upwards, jumped out of the range of Murong Fu's fists, and shouted: "Hold on! You are "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu", how do you know this supreme method of Tantric Buddhism?"

Jiumozhi's heart felt sour, even I can't do it!The Nyingma sect, which Jiumozhi was born in, belongs to the old sect of the pre-exploitation period of Tantric Buddhism, while the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Kungfu is a Dharma-protecting magical skill created by the new sect of the later-expandation period for the purpose of preaching. Of course he does not.

Murong Fu laughed, "This is the magic skill of protecting Dharma of the new sect of Esoteric Buddhism. I am not very talented. I was stationed in the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau for a period of time. I learned this method. Master wants to learn it. I can teach you!"

"you!"

Murong Fu really learned the essence of Yang Gui, and he said so grandly about sending troops to destroy his country, Jiumozhi almost exploded his lungs.

But Jiumozhi is a man of great wisdom after all, he suppressed his anger, he understood what he came for this trip.He originally wanted to beat Murong Fu and then beat Huang Chang, so as to repair these two boys who ruined his atmosphere of being a master, but now it seems that it is better not to make any more troubles.

He laughed, looked at the Gang of Beggars and said: "I heard that there are two major sects in the Central Plains, Shaolin and the Gang of Beggars, who lead the same way. I wanted to try the 28 Dragon Subduing Palms and the Dog Beating Stick of the Beggars' Gang, but I didn't expect it to be Mr. Murong helped him out. It seems that the Beggar Clan is nothing more than that, you monk should learn about Shaolin's ability!"

He deliberately said the word "beggar's gang" very strongly, for fear that Xiao Feng would jump out and fight him.

Xuan Ci stood up with a heavy expression.

He secretly complained that Murong Fu was ignorant. He knew that Murong Fu used Tantric Kung Fu to fight Jiumozhi for the sake of the Murong family's reputation of "returning the other's way to others", but in this way, Jiumozhi was defeated. , is still defeated by the tantra's own kung fu, which is not a shame.

But I am fighting the Tantra with Zen Buddhism, and the big country in the Central Plains is fighting against the subjugated foreign countries. If I lose, Shaolin Temple really doesn't have to mess around.

He clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I don't know what King Ming has taught you."

Jiumozhi smiled and said: "I heard that there are 72 special skills in Shaolin Temple, the little monk yearns for them, presumably Master Xuanci, as the abbot, has practiced all of these 72 special skills, and I hope you can give me some advice."

Xuanci was delighted when he heard it, if you really fight, you will win or lose, but Jiumozhi's words clearly mean that the battle will not be fought.Shaolin's 72 unique skills cannot be mastered by one person. This has been recognized by the world for hundreds of years. Jiumozhi asked himself to use 72 unique skills. How can this be done?This can't be played.

Xuanci said: "King Ming doesn't know that some of Shaolin's 72 special skills specialize in the lower body, some specialize in lightness kung fu, some specialize in fists and palms, and some use concealed weapons to win, either knives or cudgels, each has its own unique skills. Each has its own specialties, those who use swords cannot use Zen sticks, those who are good at Hercules Fist are not good at sending and receiving concealed weapons, and those who are good at leg kung fu will inevitably be inferior in the way of fist and palm."

"Although some people are proficient in three or four unique skills, it is limited to the fact that they do not conflict with each other. This matter has been known to everyone in the Central Plains martial arts for hundreds of years. It is a deception to say that one is good at 72 unique skills. At this time There are more than a thousand monks in the Shaolin Temple, and if the combined number of more than a thousand monks is combined, the 72 unique skills are not complete. We have to let King Ming down."

Jiumozhi said with a chuckle: "Based on this little monk's opinion, it's not impossible, but your monastery's lack of imagination for human genius, set a deadly rule, not allowing concurrent cultivation, in fact, your monastery's rules are too rigid A little bit. Under these rules, I am afraid that Shaolin 72's unique skills will not be able to be carried forward, and after thousands of years, it will still be like this."

"Take the two unique skills of 'Maha Finger' and 'Prajna Palm' as an example. In fact, it is difficult to master both. Even if one person possesses 72 unique skills, it is not impossible."

Xuan Ci's younger brother Xuan Sheng couldn't help but sneer: "According to what King Ming said, there is someone who can master the 72 unique skills of our temple, but who is this great hero?"

Jiumozhi raised his hands together and said, "I am ashamed to be called a great hero."

After saying that, he made four moves in a row, using the four unique skills of Maha Finger, Prajna Palm, Vajra Fist, and Kassock Demon Subduing Kung Fu, and knocked a huge copper incense burner in front of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple flying around without scattering the incense ash. In the end it still falls in place.

Everyone in Shaolin stared wide-eyed, speechless.

Xuan Ci could only say: "It turns out that there are such geniuses as King Ming, it seems that the rules of our temple need to be changed."

Jiumozhi had a kind smile on his face, but his words were aggressive: "From this, it can be seen that the unique skills that the noble sect considers to be have serious flaws in the middle, or even created by the noble sect, the word 'absolutely' must be changed."

"Originally, I came here to see the unique skills of the two major sects of the Central Plains. Unexpectedly, the leader of the Beggar Clan can't master the dragon palm and the dog-beating stick, and the abbot of Shaolin can't even do such trivial things as mastering 72 unique skills. It seems that what the little monk said is true. Central Plains Wulin However, if you are a frog at the bottom of a well, deceiving yourself and others, it would be better if Shaolin Temple just disbanded and merged into our Tantric Temple, so you can study again."

Xuandu stood up and said with a sneer: "Hmph, what King Ming practiced was nothing more than dead energy practiced in the training ground. It's not easy to use. The real traditional Shaolin kung fu is about actual combat. Even a strongman from the Liao Kingdom weighing more than 200 kilograms can't beat it. I have one finger, you put two hands on my one finger, and I will show you the flower fingers in Shaolin Temple!"

The two pointed at each other with their fingers, and after three hisses, three bloody arrows spewed out from three vital points on Xuandu's body, and he fell to the ground.

Jiumozhi smiled and said: "It seems that the Liao Kingdom's strongman weighing more than 200 catties is nothing special."

Before he could finish his sentence, the 200-jin strong man from the Liao Kingdom stood up from beside A'Zhu, staring at him with an unkind expression.

Jiumozhi was so frightened that he quickly changed his words, "Master Xuandu didn't meet any truly powerful Liao warriors. This little monk's trip is to prove that this martial art is not the only one in the Central Plains, but Liao, Xixia, Tubo, and Dali. They are far better than the Central Plains, but the Central Plains deliberately turned a blind eye!"

As soon as he said this, all the heroes of the Central Plains glared at him, but they had nothing to say.

At this moment, a young monk in gray came out from the crowd, walked forward slowly, and said: "Young monk thinks what King Ming said is inappropriate. What King Ming used is clearly not Shaolin's unique skill, but it is not inappropriate to use it to suppress Shaolin?"

"Little monk, who are you?" Jiumozhi didn't pay attention to the little monk in gray.

"Little monk Xu Zhu." The gray-clothed monk put his palms together and said with a bow.

Jiumozhi laughed loudly, "I'm discussing martial arts with your masters and ancestors, they are not opponents, how can you, a junior, have room to intervene, you step down!"

"Amitabha, King Ming's words are wrong. The monk originally thought that King Ming was a master of Buddhism, but he didn't want to be limited by seniority. Victory and defeat are empty, seniority is empty, and everything is empty. The Buddha said that all living beings are equal, and King Ming followed suit. gone."

Xu Zhu clasped his hands together, and said slowly, "We as Buddhists should study Buddhism and save the world. Martial arts are only for strengthening the body, they are trivial details, and it doesn't mean that the kung fu used by the king is not the unique skill of our temple, even if it is really won by King Ming If you have mastered martial arts, it’s nothing special.”

Seeing that Xu Zhu's words are clear and coherent, everyone couldn't help feeling a bit "it should be so".

Jiumozhi sneered, and said: "So, the little master has learned the Dharma thoroughly?" Xu Zhu said: "The Dharma is boundless, how can there be such a thing as a thorough study?" Jiumozhi looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, good , I will debate the Dharma with my little master!"

An hour later.

"Amitabha, is there still something puzzled by King Ming?" Xu Zhu's complexion is as usual, while Jiumozhi's face is ashen ashes, dripping with cold sweat.He is also a master of Buddhism, with a clever mind, but this discussion on Buddhism was completely crushed by Xu Zhu like a teacher teaching his disciples.

Xuanci breathed a sigh of relief, and asked: "Xu Zhu, you are diligent and eager to learn in the temple, and the Dharma is so profound, who taught it?"

Xu Zhu clasped his hands together and bowed, respectfully said: "Master Abbot, when my disciple went to the Cangjing Pavilion to borrow scriptures a few years ago, he was guided by an old monk who was not in the next generation. This senior taught the disciple two or three times. For a long time, the little monk is greatly rewarded."

Everyone admired them, but the fellows brought by the people from Mount Shenshan had ugly faces, thinking that a sweeping monk who is not in the same rank has such attainments in Buddhism, Shaolin's name as the leader of Buddhism is really well-deserved.

At this moment, Jiumozhi roared.

　I thought of a good stalk, I forgot to watch a variety show while eating, damn it, I was mistaken by watching a variety show while eating!From today, quit eating!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)