God said the world

Chapter 1165
At the foot of the Shaolin Temple mountain, there were not as many people coming and going as imagined, and it seemed a bit desolate and depressed, but there was a faint sense of tranquility and solemnity.

The five masters, Huadao, Ying Chengtian, Wuji could not help, and Yijian Fenghou five people drove to the foot of Shaolin Mountain, and they could hear the chanting of Shaolin monks from a distance. What made the five masters even more strange was that, Not only the sound of chanting, but also the sound of fists, feet and sticks, as well as the sound of wind...

"Sure enough, Taishan Beidou Shaolin Temple is worthy of the martial arts. You can hear the vigorous sound of Shaolin monks practicing martial arts from a distance." Huadao looked at the ladder with at least a thousand steps, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"I didn't have time to take a closer look at the Shaolin Temple in the last sword appreciation meeting. I didn't expect it to be as magnificent as the rumors." Yijian Fenghou also expressed his feelings.

On the contrary, Wuzhu, Ying Chengtian and Wuji couldn't help but have already stepped up.

Ying Chengtian looked back at Huadao and Yijian Fenghou who were still feeling emotional and said, "Hey, hey, can the sword god and the sword god stop dawdling?"

Huadao scratched the back of her head and said shyly, "Sorry, sorry."

After finishing speaking, Fenghou and Yijian quickly followed the five masters and the three of them.

Walking on the steps, Wuji couldn't help but feel complicated. Logically speaking, he can be regarded as a Shaolin disciple, right?After all, the finger king who confessed his martial arts is a Shaolin disciple, so it is logical that he is too, but...

"Do you think Shaolin Temple is a bit weird today?" Wuji couldn't speak.

"Strange?" The five masters and the other four were slightly taken aback, a little confused about Wuji's helplessness.

Wuji nodded helplessly, looked at the four of them and said, "Shaolin Temple has always been very popular, how could it be possible that there is not a single pilgrim?"

After all, Wuji couldn’t have known Shaolin Temple before, so it’s not surprising to know this, but today is really sparsely populated. Except for some NPCs on the way here, even the players didn’t see one, let alone come. NPC pilgrims offering incense to Buddha.

After hearing Wuji's helpless words, Huadao changed his expression and became cautious: "Anyway, everyone be careful."

Not long after, the five of them came to the gate of Shaolin Temple. The gate was not a stone lion that was not angry and majestic, but four angry-eyed Vajras guarding the gate majestically, as if to frighten Xiao Xiao.

However, the gate of Shaolin Temple is closed, and there is not even a monk guarding the gate.

"It's very strange, why is the door closed?" Wuji couldn't help feeling more and more weird.

"Maybe he's chanting scriptures." Ying Chengtian didn't feel anything.

Boom... Boom... Boom, but the five masters went straight up and pulled the door knocker and knocked.

Then, the five masters continued to beat more rhythmically...continue to knock.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom...

Huadao, Ying Chengtian, Wuji couldn't help, Yijian Fenghou also frowned slightly, this rhythm?
The four of them looked at each other with suspicious expressions.

"Happy birthday to you...Happy birthday to you..." Ying Chengtian snorted naturally, but even he was taken aback.

"Huh?" The five masters looked at Ying Chengtian as if they had discovered a new world and said, "You also know such old songs?"

"This... most people know it, right?" Huadao said helplessly.

"I'm coming……"

But at this moment, an old and elderly voice came from far and near the door.

Soon the wooden door "babbled", revealing a crack in the door, and a bald old monk drilled out of it, watching the five masters and others first came to the Buddha's name "Aniduofo": What are you doing?"

"Please tell me, Master, we are looking for the Juggernaut." The five masters said straight to the point.

When the old monk who opened the door heard the five masters' words, his expression was as if he was a little frightened, and the wooden door was slammed shut with a quick "bang".

"What's going on? Why does the old monk look like a ghost? Is there something on my face?" The five masters looked at Huadao and the four of them asked.

Wuji shook his head helplessly: "There is nothing wrong with you, the old monk should be the one with the problem."

Something is wrong, something is wrong, what is wrong?Wuji couldn't help but always felt that something was wrong, there seemed to be a lot of unreasonable things, but he couldn't tell them.

"What should we do now? How about we go in by ourselves?" Ying Chengtian asked everyone for their opinions.

And Ying Chengtian's so-called going in by himself is nothing more than breaking in.

The five masters shook their heads and said, "No, we are here to borrow the sword...Although there is a bit of Liu Bei borrowing Jingzhou's meaning in it, but we have to be polite, right?"

Huadao and Yijian Fenghou couldn't help laughing: It seems that the five masters never planned to return the sword.

"It makes sense." Ying Chengtian nodded, agreeing with Wuzhu's words. After all, he took something from someone and didn't intend to return it, and he was rude to him. It's a bit unreasonable.

After a long time, the wooden door opened again.

This time, five monks in their forties or fifties came out, but the old monks from before were nowhere to be seen.

"The five benefactors, please forgive me for being negligent. The temple has closed its doors to thank visitors recently, and the senior sword master has left the temple to wander around." The monk clasped his hands and said to the five masters and the other five.

Before the five masters could speak, Wuji could not raise an index finger to the five monks and asked, "The masters must have been in Shaolin Temple for a long time, right? Do you know what this is?"

The Five Masters, Huadao, Ying Chengtian, and Yijian Fenghou saw that Wuji could not condense his internal strength, and his fingers glowed with silver light. They were the Dali Vajra Fingers. The Dali Vajra Fingers came from the Dali Vajra Palm of Shaolin Temple. The improvement of the realm is more flexible and changeable than the Vigorous Vajra Palm. The five masters and the others have heard of this a long time ago. Now that Wuji can't show his unique skill, there is a movement in his heart, and he is silently on guard. When he got up, he seemed to be in a loose state, but he was actually ready to shoot and kill the five monks in front of him at any time.

The five monks looked at Wuji's inability to condense the internal strength of the peak combat power, but they were not surprised. For them, they didn't pay attention to this strength, but what's the point of glowing fingers?Or does it represent something?
The five monks looked at each other, but none of them knew.

One of the leading monks said with a friendly smile, "This chivalrous man is truly a rare master with profound internal strength..."

"Oh? So you don't know?" Wuji couldn't help squinting at the five monks and said.

"Forgive me for my poor eyesight, I really can't see what school and school of martial arts the knights are showing." The head monk still said kindly, and bowed to Wuji, as if to express his apology.

After listening, Wuji couldn't help but a death flashed in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Then you can die."

The peak combat power is tenth heaven, the powerful diamond finger can kill with one finger.

In an instant, Wuji was unable to quickly extend his left thumb towards the head monk, and the distance between the two was only about three steps. At such a short distance, the power of the powerful Vajra Finger was incomparably powerful.

Immediately, the unsuspecting head monk was directly shot through a hole in his chest by the powerful Vajra Finger. He looked at Wuji with disbelief and astonishment, and pointed at him to say something, but he couldn't say anything. Fall backward.

The moment Wuji couldn't make a move, the other four also moved.

The eighth level of peak combat power, the overlord's boxing technique, and a showdown.

The peak combat power is tenth heaven, and the five unique sword techniques are the best.

The peak combat power is tenth heaven, and it is decisive with one sword.

The peak combat power is tenth heaven, the Nine Dragons Art, and the double-handed dragon.

In an instant, in less than a second, all five monks were instantly killed without any resistance. The five people were on the defensive one by one, but their attention was attracted by Wuji's index finger that could not shine, and they were all guessing in their hearts what kind of martial arts this was?Fingers glow?Six Meridians Excalibur?One finger Zen?No, it's not like that.

That is to say, in such a distracted situation, it was directly resolved.

In an instant, the sound of chanting scriptures, fists, kicks and sticks all disappeared from Shaolin Temple, and the surrounding air seemed to be silent in an instant, even the wind stopped.

"Hey, hey, why did you kill him when you're so good?" Ying Chengtian looked at Wuji and couldn't say anything, his tone seemed to be apologetic.

Huadao smiled, patted Ying Chengtian on the shoulder, and then pointed to one of the monks with two palm prints sunken in the chest directly under his feet and said: "Everyone, don't talk about anyone, didn't you kill one too?"

"Cut, if I don't kill, I'm still waiting for you to kill me?" Ying Chengtian seemed to have a reason.

"Have you said enough? Listen to the footsteps. There are at least 5000 to [-] people coming here. Before I deal with them, I want to hear..." Wuzhu said, looking directly at Wuji and asking: "Why do you Do you want to do it?"

"They are not monks at all." Wuji replied helplessly, but the four of them were taken aback.

Are they not monks?

However, everyone knows that a bald head does not necessarily mean a monk, and a bald head wearing cassocks may not necessarily be a real monk, but may also be a charlatan who cheats on food and drink, and even a prostitute who seduces women.

After listening to Wuji's helpless words, Huadao showed a smile: "That's right, they are not young, but the ring seals on their heads are new, and you can see their hands, too. There are no calluses. You must know that monks chant scriptures every day and hold Buddhist beads. Calluses will inevitably develop on their hands after a long time. If they are young monks, it is understandable, but they are so old..."

"You don't let others become a monk until they are seventy or eighty?" Ying Chengtian liked to sing the opposite tune the most.

However, at this time, no one paid attention to him.

"In this case, let's go in." Facing the forces that may destroy the entire Shaolin Temple, he still has not been timid or flinched. He is the supreme martial artist, the five masters, and he is very relaxed when facing a very serious situation. If so, killing people seems to be as simple as killing chickens and monkeys.

(End of this chapter)