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Chapter 347: The Wuxiang monk appears and the alliance disbands!

I just heard someone chanting: "The Buddha taught all dharmas to save all minds. If there were no all minds, what use would all dharmas be?"

Soon, a tall figure appeared in the flower hall. This figure stood tall on the back of the temple, and from a distance he looked indescribably elegant and graceful.
Just by looking at his bald head, grey monk's robes, and the white beard on his temples, one can tell that he is very old.

Seeing the old monk finally show up, Murong Fu felt a little surprised. The so-called immortal of the Changbai Sect had already made him feel a little contempt for the two masters of the Baidao Sect.

But this Wuxiang Monk was a surprise. His cultivation was even more advanced than Qian Luo who had already reached the innate realm. He was indeed worthy of being a master of the white path!
The man continued in a soft and pleasant voice: "The essence is the Dharmakaya, the appearance is Prajna, and the function is liberation. If you practice meditation and insight, you will achieve concentration and wisdom. Concentration and wisdom can enlighten the mind, and virtue and appearance will be complete."

Murong Fu said calmly: "Wuxiang Monk, you are indeed worthy of the title of White Dao Grandmaster!"

Although it seems that the monk Wuxiang is reciting Buddhist teachings, in fact, he is reciting the insights gained from his lifelong martial arts training.

Murong Fu was knowledgeable and had naturally recognized these two sentences as the opening sentences of his Ten Styles of Wuxiang.

"I am Wuxiang, nice to meet you, sir!" After Wuxiang appeared, he bowed slightly.

"Wuxiang Monk, are you trying to stop me?"

Looking at the Wuxiang monk in front of him, Murong Fu's tone seemed to change again.

The eyes of the four sword slaves behind him staring at the Wuxiang monk had turned cold. Although their hands were not on the hilts of the swords, the aura of the four of them had already firmly locked onto the Wuxiang monk.

Being locked in by the aura of the four sword slaves, Wuxiang Monk remained calm and said with an elegant posture, "Master Murong, no matter whether the immortal immortal is in collusion with the Tianming Sect, you should not take his life directly!"

Staring at the figure of Wuxiang Monk in the flower hall, Murong Fu said in a calm tone: "Very good, great monk, I heard that your self-created Wuxiang Gong has reached perfection, why not try it on me? If you can force me back three steps, I will spare this old immortal, so what's the harm!"

The monk Wuxiang chanted the Buddha's name again, and said in a gentle voice: "Although it is not the right time now, it is a good opportunity for me to learn from you, young master's martial arts!"

Murong Fu said: "Big monk, take action!"

As soon as Murong Fu finished speaking, Wuxiang Monk appeared in front of Murong Fu and struck him in the chest with his palm.

Murong Fu's face showed surprise. The air around him seemed to be sucked away by the monk Wuxiang's palm all of a sudden. Not a drop of the north wind that was originally howling in the flower hall was left.

The four sword slaves standing by, as well as Qian Luo, Feng Xinglie, Qi Changzheng, and the other elders of the Eight Factions Alliance, could not help but show surprise on their faces. Only at this moment did they understand that Monk Wuxiang was indeed worthy of being the leader of the White Dao masters.

Just based on the skills he showed today, he is enough to fight against Pang Ban!

A smile appeared on Murong Fu's lips. Without even looking at the palm that Wuxiang Monk was sending from mid-air, he suddenly pointed out with one hand.

When this finger fell into the eyes of Monk Wuxiang, even with his more than seventy years of meditation skills, he was still surprised.

The problem lies in the intention of this finger.

He knew clearly that Murong Fu's target was his chest. What shocked him was that this finger seemed to break through the limitation of time. He intuitively felt that before his palm hit Murong Fu, he would first point at the other party.

This is totally unreasonable.

How could his later finger be faster than his earlier palm?
No matter how much I think about it, this feeling is unbreakable and "real".

The monk Wuxiang chanted in Zen, lowered his eyes, looked at his nose with his eyes, and looked at his heart with his nose, and then he began to spin in the void.

It was as if this enlightened monk had turned into a Buddha with a thousand hands and feet. Hundreds of palm shadows and foot shadows were slapping and kicking away from the body, seemingly without any target or purpose at all.

"Oh, that's quite interesting!"

Murong Fu couldn't help but smile slightly when he saw this, but there was no change at all when he pointed his finger.

The Wuxiang monk in front of him certainly has the qualifications for him to take action, but he has only one foot barely stepped into the threshold, and it is not worth Murong Fu's full effort.

As he pointed, the space within three feet around Murong Fu suddenly seemed to come to a standstill.

At this moment, Wuxiang Monk seemed to have lost all five senses: smell, taste, vision, hearing, and touch. This strange feeling was the first time he had experienced it.

When the Wuxiang monk recovered his five senses, it seemed that he had lost his body, and only countless hands and feet were left in the void, spinning at various speeds.

Murong Fu's finger, which seemed to be moving very slowly, had already penetrated into the shadows of hands and feet in the blink of an eye.

That is a complete violation of the laws of time and space. When you just feel the slowness of this kick, it has already broken into the impeccable "Buddha Dance" guarded by the monk Wuxiang.

There was an incredulous look in the eyes of the monk Wuxiang. The instant closure of his five senses had already caused ripples in his calm state of mind.

"boom!"

At that critical moment, Monk Wuxiang used the rotation of his body to block the finger with his shoulder.

The body of Wuxiang Monk trembled violently, and his true form reappeared. He retreated like a meteor, and only stopped after he had retreated more than ten feet away.

Murong Fu praised: "Master, your Zen mind and inner strength have both reached the Mahayana realm. Your achievements have already surpassed those of all the great monks in the Shaolin Temple. I'm afraid that among all the Buddhists, only Miss Mengyao from Cihang Jingzhai and the Zen master of Jingnian Zen Sect are slightly better than you!"

Monk Wuxiang's face turned from red to white, and then returned to normal. Soon his expression turned carefree and joyless again. He chanted a low Buddhist name and said, "Young Master, you have broken through the limitations of heaven and man. I admire you very much. Wuxiang's challenge this time has no intention of offending you. It is purely a pursuit of Zen and martial arts. Please feel free to teach me."

At this moment, Monk Wuxiang seemed to have forgotten the immortal, the difference between the black and white worlds, and many issues concerning the world situation and the so-called national stance.

In his eyes and in his heart, there was only one thing left, and that was his pursuit of martial arts as a warrior, and his curiosity about that last move!

Any position, any difference, will become as light as a feather in the face of that final move!

Murong Fu said calmly, "Okay, one move will decide the outcome. If you can block it, Master, you may get to know his last move later. If you can't, you should go to the underworld to meet your mentor as soon as possible!"

Monk Wuxiang looked solemn and clasped his hands together, saying, "Thank you very much for your teachings, young master!"

Murong Fu smiled mysteriously and his figure suddenly disappeared from where he was.

The world was suddenly filled with murderous intent; even the sunlight turned pale and tragic, shining on the fair face of Monk Wuxiang and illuminating everyone's eyes.

Murong Fu's figure also floated out, like a fairy from the sky.

The brutal sunlight suddenly flickered, and in the flickering light, it seemed that a light that was even more brutal than the sunlight suddenly flashed.

The light flashed and disappeared, and the next moment it was completely extinguished.

Wuxiang's expression remained unchanged, he lowered his head and chanted the Buddha's name softly. For a moment, all his thoughts were silent, free of thoughts and worries, and he entered the Buddhist state of Zen emptiness and joy.

The strong winds came from all directions like a whirlwind and stopped only one foot away from the body.

The Wuxiang monk statue was in the eye of a tornado of unparalleled power. Although the surrounding area was filled with destructive winds, the core was calm and peaceful. The storm suddenly stopped.

Then came an irresistible force that attacked him directly.

The monk Wuxiang brought the Wuxiang skill to the highest level. With his eyelids lowered, he regarded all the things happening around him and in front of him as illusions of the devil that did not exist at all.

Even so, the unpredictable power caused a ripple in his Zen heart.

I saw Murong Fu emerging from the void in front of him, like a fairy descending from the sky, and pointing a finger at him, with infinite changes, seemingly slow but actually fast.

The monk Wuxiang's eyes were focused inward at this time, so he should not be able to "see" Pang Ban. This proved that Zen mind gave Murong Fu supreme emotional power, which opened a gap and "invaded" him.

The monk Wuxiang kept his Zen mind quiet, raised his two hands, filled his sleeves with energy, and pushed from the inside out.

"Boom!" There was a sound of the collision of qi.

Monk Wuxiang couldn't help but float backwards, then rose dozens of feet up. He looked like a wild goose flying in the sky. Although he looked extremely embarrassed, he managed to keep his breath steady.

The wind had stopped, and at this moment everyone in the flower hall seemed to have lost the strength to breathe, as if they could not bear to see the tragic end of Monk Wuxiang's life on the spot.

Murong Fu did not move at all. He stood there with his hands behind his back and chuckled, "Yes, great monk, although I did not use my full strength in this attack, the fact that you were able to take it is enough to be proud of yourself!"

Monk Wuxiang showed no sign of dejection because of being at a disadvantage. A smile appeared on his pale face as he said slowly, "Young Master's martial arts have reached the highest level that humans can reach, turning decay into magic and splendor into mediocrity. Although there was only one finger from beginning to end, I feel that it contains endless mysteries and wonderful principles. What's even more rare is that one of the fingers seems to have mastered the rhythm of time, and the other finger seems to represent Young Master's murderous intent. But no matter which finger, it is enough to be called a unique martial art in the world!"

Murong Fu's eyes flashed with strangeness, full of desire and longing, and he said lightly: "This is the wonder of martial arts. Anyone who wants to advance to the next round must get rid of his own shackles and jump out of the cage of his body before he can hope to see through that last move!"

When Monk Wuxiang heard this, his face suddenly turned pale, then red.

It turned out that at this moment, the hidden power behind Murong Fu's finger finally burst out.

Faced with the force that was like a raging storm, the Zen mind that Wuxiang Monk had cultivated for decades seemed to have encountered the greatest test, because Murong Fu looked at him for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, the spirits of the two seemed to be connected together, and the monk Wuxiang was facing Murong Fu's supreme magic feat that was comparable to the Demon Sect's Meng Chixing.

His current situation is the most dangerous in his life. Externally he has the aura of power like a raging storm, and internally he has the supreme mental strength to deal with Murong Fu.

Monk Wuxiang knew clearly that Murong Fu was using his supreme spiritual power to restrain his Zen mind, but his mind remained calm and a low hum came from his mouth.

The sound of Buddhist chanting seemed to come from outside the sky, or as if it was transmitted to outside the sky by the mouth of the monk Wuxiang, melodious and out of reach.

In an instant, the entire place was filled with the light, and Monk Wuxiang seemed to be emitting a holy light all over his body.

The monk Wuxiang suddenly gathered all the true energy of both sides into his dantian, guided the energy with his mind, and after spinning it twice quickly, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "whoosh!", and the pressure on his whole body was instantly relieved by more than half.

At this moment he discovered that the supreme spiritual power that had trapped him seemed to have disappeared into thin air, as if there had never been a struggle between the two of them!
The flower hall is still so close.

Especially the people from the Eight Factions Alliance who were surrounding him, all looked concerned, which made Wuxiang Monk realize how dangerous the situation was just now.

Monk Wuxiang seemed to have understood something. He saluted Murong Fu from afar and said happily, "Thank you very much, sir, for showing mercy today. I have benefited so much that I cannot imagine. I will return to Shaolin now and go into seclusion facing the wall."

Then he smiled and said, "Today's defeat is because I didn't want to oppose you and I feel like I have a confidant with you. It's really strange."

Murong Fu said calmly: "There is a gap between our cultivation levels. If I go all out, wouldn't that be bullying the weak? And you, the great monk, are quite sensible, so I'll just help you!"

The monk Wuxiang chanted a Buddhist chant and said, "In the world, only Pang Ban can compete with you for supremacy. I only regret that I cannot witness this battle with my own eyes."

Murong Fu's eyes flashed with passion, and he said calmly, "Master, if you can't let go of this thought, you will accomplish nothing in the end."

Monk Wuxiang sneered and said, "Wuxiang understands!" He then flew away into the air.

He came very quickly and retreated very quickly, leaving no one with even a second to react!

"Are the four sword slaves here?"

After the Wuxiang monk left, Murong Fu suddenly said.

"Owner!"

The four sword slaves who were originally behind Murong Fu stepped out at the same time.

"Don't let any of the Changbai Sect's disciples escape!"

Murong Fu said calmly.

The expressions of the Immortal God and Xie Feng in the flower hall changed, but facing the four sword slaves with cold eyes, the Immortal God who was already seriously injured, and Xie Feng who was already alone and helpless, they had no way to resist.

Tian Tong, the most outstanding master of Wudang Sect, suddenly said, "Wait a minute, Master Murong, the Eight Sects Alliance was jointly led by the two sacred places of Buddhism, and now it has been canonized as the Eight Great Sects by the current emperor. Whether Changbai Sect is colluding with Tianming Sect or not, it should be left to your majesty to decide."

Seeing Tian Tong speak, Feng Xinglie and others on the side frowned slightly. They had already met Murong Fu once before and were already aware of his true identity.

Qian Luo suddenly laughed and said, "Tian Tong, you know that you made a mistake today because you talked too much."

When Tian Tong heard this, he was bewildered, but his inner vigilance had been raised to the limit.

"Tian Tong, His Majesty has been waiting for you for a long time!"

Zhuang Jie, who was standing next to him, suddenly took action, grabbed the pulse point on his right hand, and said in a cold voice.

Seeing the most outstanding lay disciple of Wudang Sect being captured, Chunyang Zhenzi and the other two turned a blind eye, as if all this was within his expectations.

"you……"

Tian Tong originally wanted to argue, but after hearing the word "Your Majesty" and the attitudes of Chunyang Zhenzi and the other two, he seemed to understand something and even gave up the final resistance.

As for the Immortal of Nobility and Xie Feng, they dared not act rashly under the lock of the four sword slaves. After the battle in Changsha, the world knew that the four sword slaves under Murong Fu had already learned his true teachings.

The combined strength of the four is enough to defeat a master!
Under the care of a group of experts from the Xining Sect, the two immortals were put in chains, had their acupoints pressed, and were taken to the palace in a very embarrassed manner.

Seeing that the biggest mole in the Eight Sects who colluded with the Tianming Sect had been caught, Murong Fu's eyes fell on Zhuang Jie and said lightly: "Master Zhuang, please tell Zhu Yuanzhang.

I have done what I promised him, and it is time for him to fulfill his promise!"

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Jie bowed respectfully and said, "I will convey your words to His Majesty!"

(End of this chapter)