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

Chapter 98
"Amitabha."

The thin old monk looked like he had no flesh from head to toe, and there was no energy in his eyes. It seemed that he would fall to the ground anytime when a gust of wind blew by.But only Yang Gui knows how powerful he can erupt.

The old monk came up with a broom in his hand and said, "The benefactor is such a powerful 'god'. I wonder which school of Taoist master he is from?"

Yang Gui looked at the floor-sweeping monk, and suddenly smiled too. He clasped his fingers together and made a bow: "Donghai Guixianliu."

"Hey, it seems that the old monk is still ignorant." The sweeping monk nodded, as if he had become more knowledgeable today, "The benefactor came to the Sutra Pavilion to take a look at the Buddhist Dharma. Let's debate the difference between Buddhism and Taoism. That's good. The old monk dare not hinder the benefactor."

"It's just that Layman Xiao has been in the Sutra Pavilion for a long time, and Shaolin's unique skills have entered his body. The old monk can't let him leave at will. Otherwise, the old monk will be reckless and kill people indirectly. It violates Shaolin's precepts. That's impossible. Buddhists say that sweeping the floor fears the lives of ants, and cherish the moths covering the gauze lamp. The old monk can't watch Layman Xiao die in vain."

Yang Gui nodded, "What the monk said is reasonable, Xiao Xiao, you can just stay in the scripture storage pavilion, and wait for this eminent monk to resolve your hostility before talking about other things."

The dust-sweeping monk was full of satisfaction: "That's good, that's good. The benefactor can understand the righteousness, which shows that he is extremely wise. He is worthy of being a master of Taoism. If there is any need to communicate in the future, the old monk will try his best to explain a piece of Buddhism for the benefactor."

"It's easy to say, easy to say." Yang Gui smiled and waved his hands, "Farewell."

He turned around and walked down the stairs slowly, Xiao Yuanshan's eyes were full of panic, he didn't know it was okay, in order to escape the torture, it was not impossible to convert to Buddhism, but now that Yang Gui had told him the truth, how could he be willing to be brainwashed by Shaolin Temple to become a monk.

"what!"

He roared angrily, raised his hand and clapped, the domineering palm force knocked over the bookshelves around the Dizangjing Pavilion, and many scriptures were thrown flying all over the sky.

"Oh, good, good."

The floor-sweeping monk lightly recited the Buddha's mantra, folded his hands together, and saw the seemingly invisible air flow surging around him, which fixed all the scriptures in the sky, and the bookshelf returned to the right position, followed by the scriptures and flew back to the shelf one by one, which was more orderly than before.

As for Xiao Yuanshan's palm, it disappeared within three feet of the sweeping monk, as if it never existed.

"The Taoist priest of Guixianliu just now seems to have misunderstood this temple. Layman Xiao listened to the words of his family and panicked. In fact, even though Layman Xiao is unwilling to study Buddhism in this temple, the hostility in his body can no longer exist. It has become a chronic illness over time, and it may endanger his life."

Xiao Yuanshan looked at the sweeping monk vigilantly, put his hands on his chest, and took a few steps back, like a weak girl who was threatened by a big man: "Thank you for your kindness, master. I have found a way to resolve it, so I don't need to bother you."

"Does the layman mean the benefactor of the Guixianliu? Oh, it's wrong, it's all wrong. The road is messed up, and a catastrophe is imminent."

The sweeping monk shook his head, and said: "The Daoist sect has its own profound and profound aspects, but the anger of the Buddhist scriptures must naturally be resolved by Buddhist principles. The hostility of the Daoist sect should find a way to calm down."

Xiao Yuanshan was stunned: "It's...really?"

Suddenly, I felt that what the sweeping monk said made sense.One product finds one master, crickets come out of saline-alkali land, the hidden dangers of Buddhist exercises, how can other Taoists resolve them?

"Master, please tell me."

Xiao Yuanshan leaned forward slightly, showing that he was listening humbly.

"It's good, it's good." The sweeping monk was very pleased, and said: "Look, layman, the first time you came to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion to borrow a copy of "The Finger Book of Wuxiang Jie", in which Wuxiang came out of the robbery, it should be from the "Arrow Yujing" of the Ahan Department..."

"Oh!"

The sweeping monk was halfway through speaking, when suddenly a golden light flew in from the window, and a huge shock wave blasted in from the window around a bend, and exploded on the sweeping monk.

The floor-sweeping monk stood up anxiously, folded his hands together, and changed his expression several times, finally suppressing the shock wave explosion in the palm of his hand, so as not to damage the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

But even so, the aftermath of the escaping wave still pushed away like a sea tide, making the rows of bookshelves seem to be swaying in the waves.

"Amitabha."

The sweeping monk looked towards the window, "I thought the benefactor knew the righteousness, so he left. I didn't expect that the Taoist master would be so cunning, and sneak attack secretly, but it should not be."

Yang Gui floated up from the window and stepped in lightly.Although he is light in stature, his complexion is extremely dignified.

Just now, he pretended to leave and attacked while the sweeping monk was full of ambition. The timing of this move was perfect. It was when the sweeping monk was full of ambition and absorbed in explaining the Dharma to others.

Yang Gui originally planned that even if the sweeping monk's protective energy wall had been activated as a passive skill, the force of this wave of explosions would be enough to blow up the entire fourth floor of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion into ruins, and take advantage of the chaos to take Xiao Yuanshan away.Unexpectedly, the old monk actually caught a shock wave from himself when there was no time to spare.

"I was already going to leave, but I couldn't hold back listening to you talking shit here, monk."

Yang Gui looked at the sweeping monk and sneered: "Master, with your Buddhist attainments, you must know that the so-called religion is just a cloak, but it is just a shortcut to cultivate a 'god' with some kind of power. Different routes lead to the same goal, saying that only Buddhist brainwashing can resolve it, I think you are probably envious of Xiao Yuanshan, a good Buddhist Dharma protector."

"Good, good. It seems that the benefactor's misunderstanding of Buddhism is too deep. The old monk should use Buddhism to resolve it today."

The sweeping monk said, and slapped Yang Gui lightly with his palm.

This palm in the original book is enough to slap Murong Bo to death at once, Xiao Yuanshan looked at the dead soul, thinking that facing this palm, he can't stop it, he can't escape, even if he uses all his strength to deal with it, he can't escape death.

But obviously this is really an ordinary palm to Yang Gui.Yang Gui dodged lightly, and was about to fight back, but found a strange spiritual force extending from his palm, straight towards the "God" in his Niwan Palace.

In an instant, Yang Gui felt as if there was a Buddha sitting on a lotus platform in front of his eyes, and Zen sounds were chanting in his ears. His restless fighting spirit was gradually calmed down, and he just wanted to sit down and listen to the Buddhist principles.

The "god" in the Niwan Palace was beating wildly, Yang Gui shook his head to get rid of the illusion, and found that the sweeping monk's palm was within reach.He was startled, and raised his hand to explode two small waves, blocking the sweeping monk with a palm, and then punched the sweeping monk's face.

The floor-sweeping monk raised his elbows and made a vertical split with his left hand, but his right hand, which was holding Yang Gui's fist, stretched out a finger from the bottom of his sleeve, silently pointing towards Yang Gui's Guanyuan point.

Yang Gui waved lightly with his front hand, Qiankun moved to dissipate the power of his palm, and raised his back leg to crush the finger force of Yin Ren.He was about to pursue him, but unexpectedly, another wave of mental power rushed to his mind along the acupoints on the soles of his feet.

Yang Gui gave a soft shout, Niwan Palace jumped, and a huge tortoise shell emerged from his body, fending off the spiritual attack of the sweeping monk.

Originally thought that the magic turtle shell that could block even the intrusion of Changchun Valley's spiritual energy could block the spiritual attack of the sweeping monk, but he forgot that the Changchun Valley's spiritual energy escaped unintentionally from the spiritual spring, but the sweeping monk intentionally manipulated it to gather a little active attack.

In just a few breaths, the two of them had gone through twenty or thirty moves. The fight was fragmented, every move stopped, every move was dismembered, worse than childish play.Yang Gui has never fought such a bad battle since he was studying art.

But there is really no way, every time Yang Gui makes a move or defends a move, there will be a mental force that invades along with his fists, feet or internal force.Even though they were already much weaker under the isolation of the turtle shell magical power, they were fatal flaws in an instant.Yang Gui could only stop and retreat to defend.

Yang Gui was irritated by being harassed by the floor-sweeping monk, he let out a clear whistle, and flew seven or eight feet away, waving his palms non-stop, and blasted at the floor-sweeping monk like a storm with a prince's fighting method.

But the sweeping monk is like Shalu with the protective cover on. Although his face is solemn, it can be seen that he is already trying his best luck, but after all, there is nothing that can hurt him.

"Drink!"

Yang Gui let out a loud roar, instead of entangled with the sweeping monk at close range, he threw out another Pegasus Meteor Fist, hundreds of fist air marks hit the air wall, but they still couldn't break through the defense.

"Amitabha, benefactor, don't waste your efforts in vain." The sweeping monk's tone was as steady as before, but it always felt full of sarcasm.

"You try this again!" Yang Gui gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to grab it. Two huge golden claws appeared.

"Boom!"

With a sound of bubble bursting, the three-foot air wall was finally breached.But at the moment when the air wall was broken, the sweeping monk's body was like a ghost, his fists, palms, legs and claws were all out, and he had 72 stunts, at least 65 kinds.

A large amount of external internal force came with strange mental power, and Yang Gui could only use his mobile kung fu to defend and retreat. When he eliminated all the attacks invisible, he found that the sweeping monk's air wall had returned, and there were still internal energy spurting out from behind the wall.

He is like a soldier holding a huge shield and shooting arrows behind him, making it impossible to attack.

"fv*k!"

Yang Gui scolded the United States.He and Zhang Sanfeng took the path of unity of spirit, qi and spirit, using spirit to control the spirit to amplify the power and effect of martial arts.But this floor-sweeping monk took out the god he had cultivated alone, and used the god to attack, which was hard to guard against.

Yang Gui has never encountered this kind of strategy, nor has he made any special countermeasures, so he can only fight recklessly with his strength.But he found that it should be because he had cultivated gods in Tianlong World for a long time, and this old monk was a line higher than him in terms of internal strength and spirit, which was not good for him at all.

On the surface, Lao Deng is merciful, but in fact, he is very cunning in his actions. Every time he strikes, he is precisely stuck in his own attacking loopholes or recovery nodes, which makes him tired of coping.What's more, looking at Lao Deng's strength, even if he really hits it, it may not be able to cause any huge damage to him.

While dealing with Qi Jin, Yang Gui dealt with the invading gods from the sweeping monk, but he didn't notice for a while, Qimen and Huantiao acupoints were hit by the sweeping monk with a punch and a finger.Fortunately, his tortoise shell magic includes reversing the meridians and quickly shifting the acupoints, otherwise he would have no strength to fight at this time.

"Well."

Yang Gui snorted and backed away quickly.He felt that foreign objects kept intruding into the meridians all over his body, and the internal force that flowed along seemed to turn into a burning flame, burning his meridians, wanting to forge his whole body to deteriorate.

There was also a buzzing sound in his mind, Niwan Palace was invaded, and his mind was like countless steel needles being pierced.

The sweeping monk didn't pursue him either, but said indifferently: "The way of the benefactor is mysterious, but it seems that it is not as boundless as the Buddha's law."

It's just that the winner is determined in the martial arts competition. Let him say this, as if Buddhism and Taoism determine the winner.

But Yang Gui has no way to refute, his skills are not as good as others, so he has nothing to say.

Gritting his teeth, he tumbled out of the window, like a ghost, and disappeared in the night after a few ups and downs.

(End of this chapter)