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Chapter 121 Sharing the Dharma of Shaolin's Sorrow
"Amitabha!"

Shaolin abbot Duxu put his palms together and bowed to the Mongolian teacher Shenhui, and said solemnly:
"The national teacher came to my Shaolin Temple, and the whole temple couldn't greet him from afar. It's a breach of etiquette. I still look at Haihan."

Master Shenhui also put his palms together and saluted, and said straight to the point:

"I heard that Shaolin is the master of martial arts and has the reputation of being the ancestral home of Buddhism in the world. Today I am here to ask for advice on Buddhism. I hope the master will give me some advice."

Zen Master Duxu frowned, and said:
"The national teacher's words are serious, and this temple dare not take this reputation."

He paused, seemed to hesitate, and asked:

"Since the national teacher is here to exchange Buddhism, why did he surround the temple with soldiers?"

Master Shenhui said expressionlessly:

"Abbot, please don't get me wrong. These are just guards sent by disciples to protect me. If you startle the monks, I sincerely apologize."

Although Master Shenhui expressed his apology, he didn't show any apology on his face, and all the monks behind him had thick bones, and the monk's robes couldn't hide their tall, stalwart aura. Monks who study Buddhism are like monks in Shaolin Temple.

In fact, all the monks present knew that Master Shenhui came to Shaolin Temple this time out of ulterior motives. He said it was to exchange Buddhism, but in fact he came to establish his prestige.

It’s just that knowing is one thing, how to deal with it is another. Facing the tens of thousands of troops down the mountain, all the monks had to submit. The abbot, Zen Master Duxu, had no choice but to respond:

"Then invite the national teacher to sit down."

Master Shenhui laughed loudly. This seemed to be a signal. Immediately behind him, a tall monk stood up, saluted, and said loudly:

"I'm going down Haru, come to ask Shaolin Dharma!"

The Shaolin monks looked at each other, and finally an old monk stood up, sat cross-legged on a futon between the two sides, clasped his hands together and said:

"Master, please!"

The monk looked the old monk up and down, then suddenly raised his foot and stepped on the ground, and punched out with a 'bang'.

The old monk was caught off guard, and only had time to raise his hands to protect his body, but he was hit by a punch, and his whole body flew backwards and fell to the ground, with a mouthful of blood sprayed on the ground.

None of the Shaolin monks reacted to this sudden attack, or some people reacted but had no time to help. They could only watch helplessly as the old monk was beaten and vomited blood. Everyone stood up, and a monk stepped forward to help the old monk. There was no wind in the monk's robe on his body, and he suppressed the anger in his heart, looked at Master Shenhui and said:
"What does the national teacher mean by this?"

Shenhui didn't speak, but the monk said in strange Chinese:

"In my Mongolian Tantra, the exchange of Buddhism is like this."

He looked at the old monk vomiting blood with a trace of disdain in his eyes:
"This master's Dharma is very ordinary. He is not my opponent. It is better to use another master to discuss Buddhism with me!"

"I come!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged monk of the same stature stood up. Seeing that he was a warrior monk, he clasped his hands together and saluted, and immediately squeezed his palms into fists:
"Please!"

Fan Monk sneered, pressed the sole of his foot hard on the ground, and rushed up like a tiger hunting, fisted with both hands at the middle-aged monk's fist.

"Boom!"

The two punched each other in the air, making two muffled noises, and the two retreated at the same time, looking evenly divided.But in the next second, the two figures rushed together again, and the sound of fists and kicks was endless in an instant.

Both of them are good at boxing and kicking, and their cultivation bases are comparable, and they fought evenly for a while, and there was no winner.

However, although the cultivation base is the same, the actual combat power is still related to the martial arts and experience. Shaolin martial arts is not famous all over the world. The master is already regarded as the middle and high level in the temple, and he is already qualified to practice the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple, and what he practices is the Guangming Fist, which is known as the best punch in the world.

At the beginning, the monk was still able to attack the monk, but after fifty moves, he was at a disadvantage and took the defensive position. After one hundred moves, he was unable to continue and could only resist with all his strength. It was not until the 130th and third move that he finally couldn't resist the continuous fists , was forcibly smashed open by a punch, and punched in the chest to repel him.

The foreign monk covered his chest and stepped back, the monk clasped his palms together and was about to speak, when suddenly another monk jumped up and clapped his palms together, and the monk's clasped hands parted, and he raised his hand to block it, but was forced to Taking two steps back in a row, the monk took this opportunity to slap eighteen palms in one breath, forcing the monk to retreat eighteen steps in a row, one palm and one step, at a disadvantage, but he still blocked it, and finally slowed down at the No. 18 step. After he regained his breath, his eyes gleamed, and he let go of his fists and turned his fingers into claws to meet the fist of the fan monk.

"Crack!"

There were two cracking sounds of bones breaking and a scream, and the monk retreated violently, and there were several blood holes on his raised fist, dripping with blood.

"Dragon Claw Hand?"

The middle-aged monk took a step back and nodded:

"The master has been injured, fearing that the injury will worsen, please step back and rest."

The monk also knew that he had broken several bones in his fingers, and all his kung fu was in his hands. If the treatment was too late, his kung fu would be useless, so he didn't insist anymore, and retreated muffled.

After defeating two people in a row, the Mongolian national teacher Shenhui couldn't hold back. He opened his eyes and looked at the opposite monk, and said:

"Moa, you go."

Behind him a dark-skinned, tall and thin monk who looked like a bamboo pole stood up. He took off a string of huge Buddhist beads hanging on his chest and respectfully placed them on the futon where he was sitting, before turning around and walking towards the middle-aged monk, clasping his hands together. He saluted very seriously, and when the middle-aged monk returned the salute, the calm aura on his body exploded instantly, like a volcanic eruption, he raised his right hand and shot out.

His movements are fast, but it is strange that everyone can clearly see him raising his hand and the trajectory of the palm, which feels like slow motion.

But the moment he struck, several monks' expressions changed drastically and they screamed out. As his opponent, the middle-aged monk's expression became extremely serious. He took a deep breath and raised his hand to meet him with a punch.

"Crack!"

The two fists collided almost instantly, and there was a clear sound of bone shattering, and the next second a figure flew out, a line of blood flew out in an arc in midair, and the middle-aged monk heard a 'click' He fell to the ground, and there was a sound of wind on his clothes, the monk had already jumped over and slapped the fallen monk on the chest with his palm.

"No!"

"We admit defeat!"

After several exclamations, one person stepped forward and grabbed the middle-aged monk's foot and dragged it forcefully, "Boom! ' With a muffled sound, the monk slapped the ground with his palm, the hard stone slab was smashed to pieces, and countless broken stones flew away.

The monk suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashed fiercely, he kicked the ground hard, and slammed forward.

An old Shaolin monk immediately raised his hand and swung his sleeve, there was a muffled 'bang', the sleeve was broken, and the old monk also retreated two steps with a muffled bang.

(End of this chapter)