Everything starts from Tian Long Ba Bu

Chapter 268 Discussing Martial Arts
Jiumozhi is arrogant, obsessed with martial arts, and fanatically pursues supreme martial arts.

But he is indeed very smart, has great wisdom, and has a photographic memory.

He is knowledgeable and profound about Buddhism and martial arts. As soon as he appears in the original work, the origin of Master Kurong's participation in Kurong Zen is revealed. In fact, he is not only knowledgeable and profound, he is also extremely smart and has extremely high comprehension. And he has an unparalleled memory, a photographic memory.

Mother and daughter Feng Heng and Huang Rong from The Age of the Condor also have photographic memory, but they are still not as good as the Great Wheel Master.

This person's talent was so high that in Jin Yong's time, he was one of the few truly talented people.

The three Tianlong brothers in the original work, with the exception of "Beiqiao Feng", Duan Yu and Xu Zhu are just the protagonists' destiny. They are far superior in terms of their martial arts qualifications and their persistence in martial arts. Far inferior to this Great Wheel Ming King.

However, although Jiumozhi is a virtuous and eminent monk, he cannot break through the inner demonic barrier. For this reason, he is eager for quick success and quick gains and forcibly practices the "Yi Jin Jing", which leads to him going crazy.

However, Jiumozhi is a man with some duplicity. In order to obtain the martial arts of the Central Plains, he will do whatever it takes, and he secretly stirs up troubles everywhere, and the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance are flourishing.

However, the prohibition on killing was rarely broken, and no one was killed from beginning to end.

Because he understood this man's personality, Murong Fu naturally wanted to use the idea of ​​​​a martial arts competition to make him understand the gap between the two's martial arts, thus completely extinguishing the secret tricks.

Sakyamuni knew that Kassapa had understood the inner Dharma, so he said: "I have the Dharma Eye Store, the Dharma of Nirvana, the reality is formless, the subtle Dharma, without writing, and the teaching is to be taught separately. I give this instruction to Maha Kassapa."

Jiumozhi smiled and said: "You're showing off your ugliness. The young monk's fingering strength is not as good as Master Xuandu of Shaolin Temple. Please give me some advice from Mr. Murong!"

Boo!
The seemingly peaceful finger force actually has the power to penetrate metal and stone, but at the moment when the two finger forces touch, they seem to be mutually reinforcing and restraining each other.

As the national preceptor of Tubo, he would hold lectures every five years. Eminent monks from all over Tianzhu in the Western Regions would gather at Dalun Temple in the Snowy Mountains to ask questions about the sutras and study the inner scriptures. After hearing the Dharma, they were all delighted. Go away in admiration.

"King Ming, please!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiumozhi saw his right index finger and thumb gently touching each other, as if holding a flower, with a smile on his face.

Seeing this scene, Jiumozhi was shocked and couldn't help but praise.

But Jiumozhi saw that Murong Fu's fingers were extremely gentle. Every time he popped out his left hand, it was as if he was trying to flick away the dewdrops on the flowers in his right hand, but he was afraid of shaking the petals off. He always had a kind smile on his face, as if he was picking the flowers with his fingers. His attainments are extremely profound.

It is inevitable for a person like him to have arrogance in his heart.

Murong Fu just moved his fingers together, and also used one finger to pop out. However, when he raised his finger, it was silent and could not even make any waves in the air.

Murong Fu also smiled and said: "Master, you're welcome!"

Although the two of them used their fingers to fight the enemy, there were differences.

"Excellent martial arts, Mr. Murong is waiting for my Prajna Palm move!"

But after all, he is the master of a country and a living Buddha-like figure in the Western Regions. He has a calm and calm air in his chest, even if he is frightened, he will not be confused.

When Murong Fu invited him to spar, he naturally would not refuse. On the contrary, he had already had the idea of ​​​​sparring.

Although he said this, he was very energetic in his heart.

Jiumozhi felt a chill in his heart, but his face was like a spring breeze blowing with a warm smile: "Master Murong, you are indeed worthy of the name 'Nan Murong'!"

"Since Mr. Murong has invited me, I naturally dare not refuse, as I will be offended!"

Murong Fu smiled slightly, held up one hand and said in greeting.

Of course, this was also because he wanted to learn Tibetan martial arts. Murong Fuyi was very knowledgeable in martial arts. He knew everything from fists and palms to Taoist and Buddhist martial arts.

The two fingers touched each other through the air.

It's just that he was cautious, and he saw that Murong Fu could master the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" that he couldn't master in less than an hour.

But what was missing was the knowledge of foreign martial arts, such as the martial arts learned by Jiumozhi.

After he finished speaking, Murong Fu's right thumb and index finger were gently brought together, as if holding a flower, with a smile on his face, and he flicked the five fingers of his left hand to the right.

Jiumozhi slowly stretched out his left hand at the same time and flicked it forward. It seemed like it was just a point in space, but energy shot out from his fingertips with a hiss.

According to the traditional legend of Zen Buddhism, Sakyamuni preached the sermon at the Lingshan meeting, holding golden Polo flowers in his hand and showing them to everyone. Everyone was silent except for the Venerable Kassapa with a broken face and a smile.

Among the people who practice martial arts in the world, there are only a few who can jump out of the cage of victory or defeat!
And Jiumozhi can’t even do that!
If Jiumozhi's aura is like the Buddha coming into the world, solemn and solemn, then Murong Fu's aura is misty and disorderly, traceless, like a Taoist banished immortal.

His palm force came with a fierce force, and it came into contact with Murong Gukong's finger force. At this moment, it was like a strong wind was blowing in the hall, and the tea cup was shaking violently.

For a moment, Jiumozhi seemed to exude a solemn aura, firmly covering Murong Fu.

Zen Buddhism regards epiphany from the heart as the most important thing. Shaolin Temple belongs to Zen Buddhism, so it must have a special focus on "twisting flowers with fingers".

Such martial arts and such talent naturally shocked his heart and put away the so-called arrogance in his heart.

In an instant.

His figure remained motionless, but instead he flicked his sleeves and raised his palms, as if to salute, but his palms did not close together. With a cry, a burst of palm power spurted out from his palms, and he rushed forward. It is the "Canyon Sky Wind" of Prajna Palm.

The two of them, one Buddha and the other, were obviously tit for tat, but they chose to compare themselves with Buddhist martial arts.

Murong Fu used Taoist exercises to activate his fingers, while Jiumozhi used the internal skills of Tibetan Buddhism to activate his fingers.

Hearing this, Jiumozhi first saluted Murong Fu with his hands clasped together, and then replied in a humble tone.

Tubo and Tianzhu are adjacent, and their martial arts are quite similar, such as the yoga tantra from Tianzhu.

As soon as Jiumozhi's finger force struck out, it was torn into pieces in an instant and disappeared invisible in mid-air.

But Murong Fu's finger power showed no sign of weakening, and he came through the air.

But he didn't expect Jiumozhi's cultivation level. It is no less than the eminent monks of Shaolin Xuan generation.

"Good fingering skills!"

Zhong Ling, who was sitting aside, couldn't bear the aftermath of the fight between the two. She couldn't help but feel a slight pain in her eyes, just as she subconsciously closed her eyes and retreated.

But when Murong Fu flicked his sleeves and robe, the pain in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and his whole body couldn't help but feel warm.

Little Zhong Ling didn't know that this was the reason why Murong Fu secretly took action, but Jiumozhi beside him was shocked again.

"Okay, I'm here to learn the skills of the master!"

Seeing that Jiumozhi's attainments in Prajna Palm were not low, Murong Fu smiled slightly and said again.

The next moment, he immediately closed his palms together in the starting position of Prajna Palm, and the white clothes on his body bulged slightly, which was obviously the infuriating energy starting to flow.

Jiumozhi had extensive knowledge, so he could naturally see how powerful it was. He did not dare to be careless immediately, and struck out with his palm in an instant. There was a slight sound in the palm wind that must be divined, and the posture and technique were the superior skills of Prajna Palm. . Murong of Gusu claimed to "repay others with his own way." Whatever martial arts he used now, Murong Fu would respond with the same martial arts.

All these invisible things made Jiumozhi become more and more competitive, and he wanted to experience the power of Gusu Murong's "repaying him with his own way".

When Murong Fu saw Jiumozhi's palm coming, he didn't avoid it. Instead, he pushed out with both palms. His move was mediocre, but its power was powerful and unpredictable.

Realizing that Murong Fu's palm power was rare, Jiumozhi should have avoided his sharp edge for the time being. However, due to the fact that he was slightly defeated in the previous fight between the two, he was unwilling to avoid it at any cost now.

Immediately, I saw his monk's robes bulging, obviously he was secretly working up his energy.

"Oh!"

Hearing a loud noise, Jiumozhi's face turned slightly pale, but his body only swayed and did not take even half a step back.

As for Murong Fu, his figure naturally did not move at all.

"Master is good at cultivation!"

Seeing Jiumozhi's expression return to its original state in an instant, Murong Fu couldn't help but praise.

"Master Murong's palm power, the young monk has learned the lesson!"

Although he was obviously injured, Jiumozhi still held on.

When Murong Fu saw this, he couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart. He must know that in the fight between the two just now, although he did not use all his strength, his 60% palm power was definitely not something that Jiumozhi could easily handle.

And with his martial arts, even if he is at a disadvantage, he will not be injured secretly.

It's just that this person cares about his face too much. He would rather suffer a hidden injury than retreat to resolve the remaining damage.

"I have already learned about the master's attainments in Shaolin martial arts. He is indeed very proficient. However, the flame knife practiced by Master Su Wen is unrivaled in the world. I wonder if you would like to give me some advice?"

After understanding Jiumozhi's profound attainments in Shaolin martial arts, Murong Fu continued to smile.

Manpower is always limited. It is true that Jiumozhi received the seventy-two Shaolin skills taught by Murong Bo, but Murong Bo could not master them all by himself, let alone Jiumozhi!
Although his current internal strength is profound, it is still not as good as Murong Fu's.

There is no point in continuing to compete in Shaolin martial arts.

When he heard Murong Fu saying that he was extremely accomplished in Shaolin Kung Fu, Jiumozhi's face turned slightly red, but after all, he was behind the Qi Yang Kung Fu, and the next moment his expression returned to the same as before.

Jiumozhi said: "Since Mr. Murong invites you, I will naturally be satisfied!"

Then he saw his palms suddenly clasped together, and the next moment his palms turned red, as if there was a hot flame hidden in the process.

With Jiumozhi as the center, the air temperature within the radius of the hall rose sharply.

Zhong Ling on the side saw this scene and couldn't help but secretly smacked her lips. Although her martial arts knowledge was not as good as that of A'Zhu and several other girls, she was still considered a master and a famous figure in the world.

But she had never seen such martial arts from her parents, so she couldn't help but worry about Murong Fu's safety.

It could be seen that Murong Fu looked as usual and even had a smile on his lips. She felt relieved, but her hands were always on the lightning ferret.

If the situation is not right, I will call Diaoer to bite this great monk!
She knew that her mink's mouth was poisonous, and she was kind-hearted, so she would not let her bite anyone.

But today I saw that my eldest brother was involved, and I couldn't help but worry.

"Mr. Murong, please be careful!"

There seemed to be a hidden fire in Jiumozhi's palm, and he felt confident in his move.

Different from the Shaolin martial arts of Shicai, this flame knife is the essence of Jiumozhi's lifelong martial arts. His attainments in this martial arts can be regarded as a master.

As soon as Jiumozhi finished speaking, he saw him using his palm as a knife, with fire hidden in the knife, and he had already made dozens of attacks in the blink of an eye.

The martial arts of "Flame Knife" can be called a rare magical skill in the world that can keep pace with the "Six Meridians Divine Sword".

If Jiumozhi studies hard, he may not be as good as Duan Siping, who created the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" in the past, but he will definitely be able to look down on all the heroes in the world.

The fierce sword light mixed with traces of fire began to bloom, and its power was enough to make more than 99% of the martial arts students in the world change their expressions in horror.

But when Murong Fu faced Jiumozhi's "flaming knife" that he was proud of, he remained calm and calm. He waved his sleeve and exposed the empty spot between his index fingers.

Hearing the chi chi sound out of thin air, Jiumozhi defused every blow that could penetrate gold and stone.

When Jiumozhi saw this, he couldn't help but shouted loudly. The monk's robes suddenly swelled up, and the fire in his palms also became brighter.

The next moment, a more powerful flaming sword energy struck through the air, but Murong Fu remained unhurried. As soon as he put his hands together, Jiumozhi's hot sword energy, which was enough to cut a person in half, seemed to He hit an invisible high wall.

Jiumozhi released the flaming sword energy from his palm and disappeared without a trace.

Before Jiumozhi could be shocked, he suddenly saw Murong Fu's palms spread apart, and a hot sword energy that he was very familiar with suddenly hit him from the air.

Jiumozhi was startled. He finally moved, and suddenly turned in the air, avoiding the hot sword energy at the critical moment.

but……

Bang!
The broad sleeves of monk Jiumozhi's robe were pierced by the hot sword energy. Under the influence of the energy, they suddenly exploded and shattered into thousands of pieces in mid-air, like butterflies flying around.

Jiumozhi's face turned pale in an instant.

After a long time, I saw him clasping his palms together and saying, "Mr. Murong of Gusu, your reputation of 'repaying others with his own way' is indeed well-deserved. The young monk accepts his defeat!"

He has been famous in Tibet for many years and believes that he knows everything about Buddhism and martial arts.

But today, Murong Fu was defeated one after another in the fingering and palm techniques. Even when he took out his most proud "flaming knife" just now, it was difficult to reverse the defeat.

Moreover, compared to the failure of pure martial arts, the method Murong Fu used to return his own martial arts was an eye-opener for him.

It is actually not uncommon in martial arts to use force to perform moves, but to have them be as miraculous as what Murong Fu performed just now is unbelievable.

Stimulated by this, Jiumozhi couldn't help but feel that he was like a frog at the bottom of a well earlier.

Sitting in a well and looking at the sky makes you laugh generously.

Perhaps thinking of this, Jiumozhi couldn't help but reveal a wry smile.

He had been obsessed with martial arts all his life and considered himself extremely intelligent, but today he was completely convinced of his defeat.

(End of this chapter)