Three Thousand Planes Divine Thief System

Bang——

The sky was dim, and suddenly a bell rang through the Shaolin Temple. Countless disciples hurried towards the Dharma wall in the back mountain.

After asking, Jin Buhuan learned that it was the Tianzhu Buddhism from the western regions who came to visit him. It is said that he was still trying to recapture the tendon of the I Ching in the western regions.

Wait... Isn't the Sanskrit I Ching tendon of the western regions in his hand?

On such a thought, Jin Buhuan and Cao pangzi also joined the brigade and rushed to the back mountain.

Dharma Buddha wall, it is said that this is the place where Dharma ancestors face the wall. In front of a mountain, there stands a huge stone Buddha. It is inlaid in Foshan. It is 100 feet high and amazing.

At this moment, it is at the bottom of this Buddha statue that all Shaolin disciples are gathered.

"Is that Tianzhu Buddhism in the western regions?"

Some disciples couldn't help talking. Looking at them, they saw monks in Lama clothes standing opposite, looking cold. Their clothes are very strange. It seems that they should be Tianzhu.

"The Tianzhu sect in the western regions came all the way to our temple. It's really a lost welcome..."

At this time, the abbot in front came out and saluted the monks in Tianzhu.

"The Tianzhu divine monk in the western regions sat down. Disciple kaluro met the abbot. It's a great honor for me to be able to see and hear about the Shaolin Temple in the Central Plains today."

A thick voice came out, and then the head Lama put his hands together and smiled. However, this hypocritical smile was clearly a bit treacherous and kind-hearted.

Jin Bu changed and noticed this person in an instant, and his eyebrows immediately frowned. The Lama is about 20 years old, with drooping ears and holding a string of Buddha beads. He always has a strange smile like a smiling tiger on his face.

What surprised him even more was that the whole body of garuro sent out a vigorous breath, which fluctuated like an unfathomable abyss.

"I don't know why the Tianzhu sect came all the way?"

The abbot in charge smiled kindly and held the golden scepter tightly. In terms of momentum, he was also confident and powerful. Garullo pondered, and a strange smile appeared on his face. He took the Buddha beads in his hand and went straight,

"At the order of my master, I came to ask for my Tianzhu version of the I Ching tendon. According to my master, you sent Bodhidharma to the western regions and took my Tianzhu version of the I Ching tendon, so that you had your Shaolin version of the I Ching tendon."

"What nonsense! The tendon of I Ching was created by my Dharma Master. How could it be from your Tianzhu? It's a big joke!"

The empty elders of Dharma hall were angry one by one. They were very angry. How can it not be irritated that this Kalura's rude remarks not only insulted their century old reputation of Shaolin, but also insulted their founder Dharma?

"Little monk, it's not groundless. Your Shaolin Temple in Central China is really self-reported in Tianzhu, so I hope your temple will quickly return to the I Ching tendon of the sect."

Garullo's tone was also a little hard. It was obvious that he came prepared today. For a moment, the two sides were at war, and the atmosphere was very tense.

"I don't know what the almsgiver garullo said. If you really want to visit my Shaolin Temple, you're welcome. But if you want to hurt my Shaolin, I'm afraid it's not that simple."

The abbot snorted coldly and denied garullo's words. After all, he had to deal with the evidence. However, Jin Buhuan knew that nagaro was right. Because the Tianzhu version of the I Ching tendon is on him.

In other words, the tendon of the book of changes in Shaolin was really created by Dharma, who inherited the tendon of the book of changes in Tianzhu in the western regions.

"Here is an ancient history Scripture 300 years ago, which records the process of your sending Dharma to Tianzhu in the western regions to obtain scriptures. Originally, this I Ching tendon should be returned to the original religion, but 300 years later, your temple seems to have no intention of returning it?"

Garullo took out an ancient Scripture and wanted to give it to the abbot. However, the abbot shook his head and didn't take it.

"Kaluro, you'd better go back. Tianzhu's so-called Yi Jing tendon is not in this temple."

The abbot was righteous and refused decisively. If it goes on like this, it will really slander Shaolin. However, garullo was naturally not discouraged. His eyes crossed a wisp of fine light,

"Since the abbot refused to admit it, the little monk had to show real evidence. The tendon of the book of changes is related to our Tianzhu, and naturally the seventy-two unique skills are also related to our Tianzhu. If your seventy-two unique skills can surpass my seventy-two unique skills of Tianzhu, it means that the seventy-two unique skills belong to Shaolin."

"If you lose, it means that the 72 unique skills of Shaolin and even the tendon of the book of changes came from Tianzhu. Pirated martial arts are naturally better than genuine martial arts."

WOW——

As soon as he said this, he was surprised. All the disciples looked at each other and showed their surprised faces. Obviously, garullo's words are equivalent to challenging the whole Shaolin Temple!

"Presumptuous! Dare to insult Shaolin's reputation. I'd like to see what you Tianzhu Buddhism can do!"

At this time, a monk in cassock came out. His name was master juechen. He was the upper seat of the Dharma hall and his status was very important. After saying that, his palm was too, and a force rotated. In an instant, a fallen leaf suddenly floated to him and was pinched at his fingertips.

"Finger twisting skill!"

"In that case, I'll learn Tianzhu's flower fingering skill. I'll meet you later, Shaolin in central soil."

Brush——

Compared with Shaolin's fingering skill, Tianzhu's moves are obviously varied. When he pinches his fingertips, he also pinches a red maple leaf.

Whoosh——

In an instant, the two people played their fingers at the same time, and the two leaves came together like a red light. However, at the next moment, they were stunned.

Just for a moment, even if the mangrove leaves of kaluro pierced master juechen's leaves, the residual strength hit the furnace tripod, and Shengsheng smashed the furnace tripod into a big pit. Master juechen also retreated madly under the impact of this force.

"It seems that the flower fingering skill of your temple is not as good as that of Tianzhu."

Garullo put away his finger work. Although his tone was a little modest, he couldn't hide the irony on his face.

"You!"

"In that case, let's do it again!"

Master juechen is also the upper seat of Dharma hall at any rate. In his eyes, Kalura is a junior. How can he allow a junior to bully. After that, he raised his palm again, and a genuine Qi gathered on the palm print.

"Prajna palm technique!"

"Prajna palm technique!"

Boom——

They each urged the Prajna palm, one of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin. The two palms gradually converged with their strength, and then collided together