those years of rebirth

Intellectually checked the injuries on Gangwu's body, and found out that it was only the qi and blood that was vacant and collapsing, and he could be cured as long as he rested. He breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, looked at Wang Hengxiao, walked out slowly, folded his hands together, and said: " Amitabha...to untie the bell, the person who will tie the bell...the poor monk, come and receive a punch from the benefactor..."

Gangwu is Zhizhi's nephew. His master passed away ten years ago at the age of 70. Since then, Gangwu has been following Zhizhi to learn boxing and martial arts, so Zhizhi can be regarded as half of Gangwu's master.Gangwu is almost the pre-determined head of the next Bodhidharma hall, Zhizhi is preparing to step down and concentrate on studying martial arts and Buddhism.

At that time, Li Jiansheng, who was old and frail, and his body was almost deficient, almost died at the hands of Zhizhi, and Zhizhi has been brooding about this matter for several years.

At this time, facing Wang Hengxiao, Zhizhi felt much calmer.

This is cause and effect!

Zhizhi came to the field, and said slowly: "The benefactor is pedantic about heaven and man, and he has a thorough understanding of martial arts and boxing. The poor monk admires it."

"Zen Master Zhizhi, let's punch."

Wang Hengxiao interrupted Zhizhi's words, and said flatly: "I don't need other people's affirmation of my martial arts, I know it myself."

Zhizhi shook his head slightly, and said: "Okay, that poor monk is welcome."

Zen Master Zhizhi was a great master who punched like a fist three years ago, and now he has settled down a lot. Without any movement, his body has become stronger in an instant.

When it comes to old boxing masters, they will almost always restrain their blood and reduce their usual consumption to prolong their lifespan. Once they erupt, they will be very powerful.

It's like the Indian Brahmin disciple Wang Hengxiao met in Hong Kong who practiced the dead wood boxing technique.

"drink…………"

Zen Master Zhizhi let out a low cry, and took a step forward, his fists crossed a semicircle like a windmill, and an obvious semicircular imprint could be seen in the air.

Boom...boom...boom...Zhan Zhizhi took three steps in a row, his fists crossed three semicircles, the monk's robes on his body were bulging, and the light in his eyes was almost solid.

His momentum, energy and blood, and boxing skills were all condensed to a peak.

This is the pinnacle punch of Zen master Zhizhi's life.

Ah... Zhizhi roared again, like a Buddhist incantation, the rolling sound wave swept out, his momentum increased again, his feet accelerated suddenly, and he crossed a distance of ten meters in an instant, and came to Wang Hengxiao's body, punching up and down , Go straight to Wang Hengxiao's chest and abdomen.

Wang Hengxiao said in a deep voice: "It's like a Buddha Luohan fist."

The boxing method displayed by intelligence is the basic boxing method of Shaolin - Arhat Boxing.

This basic boxing method has been practiced by Zhizhi Zen masters for decades, and it can break through many boxing mysteries, just like the three-body posture of Xingyiquan's introductory pile method contains many true meanings of Xingyiquan.

Wang Hengxiao's arm was slowly raised, and it was placed across his chest, and Zhizhi's two fists collided with Wang Hengxiao's arm in an instant.

Boom……………… There was a loud roar, and the air in the entire Martial Arts Field was shaken, and whirlwinds appeared around the two of them, spinning around the two of them, showing how strong the energy of the two collided. .

The intellect, like an arhat descending, opened his eyes wide and wide, his fists swept across a semicircle again, and rushed towards Wang Hengxiao like two sledgehammers striking a bell.

Wang Hengxiao shook his arm, took a sudden step under his feet, and ejected his fist like a spring with his arm. Before Zen Master Zhizhi's fist fell, he punched Zen Master Zhizhi's elbow.

Boom... Zen Master Zhizhi suddenly froze in place, trembling all over, took two steps back suddenly, sat on the ground with his legs crossed, and all his energy and spirit disappeared.

"Amitabha……"

Zen Master Zhizhi couldn't move one arm, so he could only stand up with one palm, and said in a low voice: "The benefactor's boxing skills are fascinated, and the poor monk admires... He couldn't take the benefactor's punch... The poor monk voluntarily died for the death of his teacher Li Shizhu. Bear the karma...and please let the benefactor spare me Shaolin..."

Say it!

Zen Master Zhizhi's blood began to converge, and he lost the breath of life in a blink of an eye, his eyes were slightly closed, and his face was calm.

"master!"

Several young monks rushed out from among the Shaolin disciples, each with grief and indignation on their faces, glaring at Wang Hengxiao: "You devil, why don't you let me go in Shaolin? Don't you let go of my master?"

Wang Hengxiao looked down at several disciples of Zen Master Zhizhi with his hands behind his back, and said indifferently: "He committed suicide, but I admire Zen Master Zhizhi's character, so you take him down. I will come personally to offer incense sticks for him in the future. , Today's agreement must be carried out, and there is no room for failure in this matter."

"Any monk with profound martial arts knowledge in Shaolin can make a move. As long as he can take my punch, this matter will be over."

A group of monks in Shaolin carried up the body of Zen Master Zhizhi with grief and indignation.

Yesterday the head of the Bodhi Hall, Shi Chan, just passed away, and today the head of the Dharma Hall, Zhizhi, also passed away. Everyone in Shaolin felt that they were facing a great catastrophe. Looking at Wang Hengxiao who was still waiting for Shaolin's move with a blank face, one by one All feel cold.

Entering the realm of holding pills in the realm of boxing, you can condense your body's energy and blood at one point, and when it bursts out at critical moments, it can burst out several times or even ten times stronger than usual.

However, if the qi and blood are condensed at one point for a long time without running, the body's functions will decline, and the body will collapse and die.

Zen master Zhizhi used this method to announce the end of his life, and to bear the cause and effect for his attack on Li Jiansheng. He hoped that Wang Hengxiao would let go today and let Shaolin Temple go.

but!

Wang Hengxiao also has his own plan, his own goal, and what his master Li Jiansheng did is just an excuse to achieve his goal.I will not give up my plan because of some personal emotions.

"Amitabha, why is the benefactor so aggressive? I, Shaolin, have already paid the price for my teacher, why didn't I expose it?"

Abbot Shi Xin had no choice but to stand up and hope to persuade Wang Hengxiao to stop.

Wang Hengxiao shook his head and said: "Master Shixin, people can't stand without faith, you and I have an agreement first! Everyone present are witnesses, if you Shaolin admit defeat and carry out the agreement, then I will stop here."

"Otherwise, I can only continue to learn Shaolin martial arts."

Shi Xin shook his head regretfully, looked left and right, wondering who else in Shaolin could compete with Wang Hengxiao, or could catch Wang Hengxiao's punch.

"Senior brother, let me come."

An old monk with white eyebrows at the bottom of Shixin stood up, clasped his hands together, and said, "I've lived long enough, let me do something for Shaolin today, let me see the world today. .1 punch."

Shi Xin nodded, with deep meaning on his face, and said, "Junior Brother Shi Lin, be careful."

Shi Lin nodded, stood up, and walked down slowly. A group of Shaolin disciples, old and young, stood up and clasped their hands together to see Shi Lin off.

This time, life and death are hard to say.

Shi Lin, an eminent monk rarely known in Shaolin, is of the same generation as the abbot, and has never accepted a disciple in his life. In the eyes of many Shaolin disciples, he has almost no sense of existence.

However, the early second-generation disciples of the Zhisheng generation knew that Shi Lin was one of the disciples of Sun Lutang, the number one master of Chinese martial arts in the Republic of China. During the war, he entered Shaolin to become a monk and stayed for 80 years.

Shi Lin has experienced many ups and downs in his life. He has lived and died several times. He has almost seen through the world until now.

"The benefactor has returned to basics..."

Shi Lin looked at Wang Hengxiao, sighed and said: "Old Monk, I also see through the depth and admire it. I committed a lot of murderous crimes in the past ten years, old monk. Later, I specialized in physical training and did not practice murderous boxing. Today I am standing in front of you. Here is a punch from the benefactor, if the benefactor's punch can knock me half a step back, I will lose."

Say it.

Shi Lin put his palms together, like a Buddha statue standing ten meters away from Wang Hengxiao, without any momentum on his body.

Wang Hengxiao looked at the monk with lightning eyes, and said with a smile: "Master's horizontal kung fu practice is superb, this is the first time this kid has seen a warrior who can practice horizontal kung fu to such a level."

"There is a legend about the use of spears and shields in ancient times. I created my own boxing method, which is the art of killing the enemy and strengthening the body at the same time. The master thinks that his shield cannot be broken by a spear, and I believe that my spear cannot be blocked by a shield!"

"Contradictions...contradictions...hehe...the mysteries of the ages are here today."

Shi Lin also showed a smile, and said: "The benefactor is right, the spear and the shield, you and I solved the eternal mystery today, it is also a beautiful thing, even if I die under the benefactor's fist, I will have no regrets."

"Benefactor please!"

Wang Hengxiao walked up slowly, and said: "I created my own boxing technique called vacuum, which can destroy everything, leaving nothing but vacuum."

"Master, be careful."

Wang Hengxiao's body sank slightly, but he took a stride. When facing martial arts and intelligence before, he always punched directly, with almost no momentum. It can be seen that Wang Hengxiao has used most of his strength at this time , this old monk Shi Lin brought a lot of pressure to Wang Hengxiao.

Spear and Shield!

Circles of solid aura appeared on Monk Shi Lin's body, revolving around him, refracting light, as if the Buddha descended, and loudly proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha..."

"Amitabha……"

Boom, boom, boom... It was like a thunder on the ground.

The roiling sound swept through layers of qi and pressed down on Wang Hengxiao.

"What a powerful sound attack!"

Wang Hengxiao said in a deep voice: "The Vacuum Fist was created by me based on the foundation of stepping on the gangbudou. The most basic thing is to control the gang qi, and there is also a sound attack method."

"Let's compete with the master today!"

After practicing boxing to a very high level, after comprehending the real boxing state of stepping on the ground, the breath of the whole body is mellow and pleasant. Through the control of the air, the strong breath can be used to make a sound, so as to achieve the purpose of attacking the enemy at a super long distance !

This is sound attack.

Since the three great masters of mythology in the Republic of China perfected the three major internal martial arts, no more than ten people have achieved this, except for the three great masters of mythology themselves.It is the first-class great masters whose descendants such as Li Shuwen, Guo Yunshen, and Sun Lutang have half stepped into the myth.

The Zen master Zhizhi and the monk Gangwu just now also used superficial methods, which can only slightly deter the opponent, but cannot be substantially aggressive.

(To be continued)