Zhou Yi took a deep breath and flew down the hall, going around to the main entrance of the bronze hall facing the White Stone Square.
Suddenly, Buddhist chants were heard everywhere, and the sound of fluttering robes came from all directions at the same time. According to the situation, Zhou Yi and Gongzi Xiaoyan would never be able to enter the bronze hall safely!
Young Master Xiaoyan said, "You go in and break into the palace. I'll be guarding outside for you!"
"Can you handle this with so many monks?" Zhou Yi asked doubtfully.
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Hurry up!" Young Master Xiaoyan shouted, and the folding fan in his hand flew out, sweeping out a large space in front of the bronze palace door, forcing back the monks who were rushing forward behind him.
Zhou Yi gritted his teeth, turned around and rushed straight to the palace door, reached out and grabbed the two large copper rings, and pulled hard.
The door of the palace opened easily. Zhou Yi didn't dare to stay and rushed into the palace. It felt like he had entered a large copper cover, or a covered copper bell.
The walls are densely packed with more than 10,000 small bronze Buddha statues, all of which are exquisitely cast. Set against the bronze carved railings and beamless temple walls, they create a rich texture and create a magnificent, golden and sacred atmosphere.
The lights from outside shone in, casting his elongated shadow on the center of the hall and the wall facing the main entrance, making him feel particularly guilty.
The world-famous Jinglei Zen Staff, which helps all living beings, is placed peacefully on the bronze table.
The Buddha pattern on the Zen stick is lifelike, and the craftsmanship is exquisite, exuding a boundless mysterious power that can calm people's minds.
But Zhou Yi was anxiously concerned about Gongzi Xiaoyan, who was fending off hundreds of monks outside the hall, and did not appreciate the guardian Buddhist soldiers' mood at all. Zhou Yi took a step forward, reaching out to grab the Zen stick, but he heard a clear and melodious voice coming from afar.
"I've long heard of the world's greatest villain who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Seeing him today, I find that his reputation is well-deserved!"
In front of the gate of Jingnian Zen Temple!
Tu Jiaojiao and Yin Jiuyou disappeared without a trace as soon as they entered the Zen temple. With their disguise skills and lightness skills, they could come and go freely in the whole world, let alone this tiny Jingnian Zen temple!
Hahaer and Li Dazui followed Du Sha, holding a large number of firearms, and kept moving around the Zen temple, setting fires everywhere, causing the monks in the temple to scatter and put out the fires, running around in a desperate situation!
Suddenly at this moment, a black figure came straight over, raised his hand and punched Du Sha in the face!
Du Sha was not willing to be outdone. He pushed his feet towards the edge and rushed towards the man like a cannonball. At the same time, he punched in the air. There was a muffled sound, and the two figures suddenly staggered and retreated several steps. It turned out that the fight just now was evenly matched!
Hahaer laughed and said, "Haha! You are the evil sect's Mo Wenchang!" However, Hahaer and Li Dazui were not good men and women. While they were talking, they had already pointed their toes, shot out quickly, and attacked Mo Wenchang from both sides.
Mo Wenchang took advantage of the situation and flipped over to escape the attack of the two men. Sanzhen Miaozi and Shen Fengzhen behind him hurriedly filled the position and exchanged a few moves with Li Dazui and Hahaer in the air.
After recovering his breath, Mo Wenchang raised two crescent-shaped swords in mid-air, with the domineering aura of a demon god descending to the earth.
"Why don't you stay in the Valley of Evil? Why are you coming to the Pure Mind Temple?"
Du Sha's expression became grim. He raised the iron hook at the location of his severed hand and said, "What are we, the ten evil men, doing? Do we still need you, Fa Ming's mistress, to make the decision?"
Mo Wenchang shouted wildly: "You are looking for death!" Then his body flashed, and he slashed at Du Sha with a knife!
Evil Sect's Mo Wenchang is the top expert under the monk king Faming, and his skills are even stronger than the four Dharma protectors! Facing such a strong enemy, Du Sha did not dare to be arrogant, and used the bloody hand skills that made the whole martial arts world change color, and responded calmly!
Li Dazui and Hahaer were in no worse situation. The two nuns, Sanzhen Miaozi and Shen Fengzhen, each used their strengths and fought with all their might to hold the two men back.
At this moment, outside the bronze palace, Young Master Xiaoyan displayed the exquisite fan technique of Zhehua Baishi and the peerless lightness skill of Huajianyou, and tried his best to stop the monks who kept attacking the bronze palace. However, if this continued, no matter how profound Young Master Xiaoyan's internal strength was, he would be exhausted to death!
He had no choice but to grit his teeth and persevere, secretly praying in his heart that his hands and feet, which could last a thousand cups without getting drunk, could be quicker!
"Amitabha!" A clear Buddhist chant sounded behind Young Master Xiaoyan. A half-human-sized golden palm appeared out of thin air, carrying a strong wind and smashing down heavily. At the edge of the palm, there was a faint five-colored light flowing. As the palm shadow appeared, the surrounding space solidified.
"Prajna Palm?" Young Master Xiaoyan was horrified and suddenly jumped forward, dodging the heavy blow of the giant palm at the last moment.
The giant palm struck in vain, and with a flash of golden light it landed on the stone steps where Young Master Xiaoyan had originally stood. There was a loud "boom" and the ground within a few feet shook violently. Countless narrow cracks more than half a foot long appeared like an earthquake. Amidst the flying dust, a palm-shaped pit half the size of a person appeared on the stone steps, several feet deep. In the palm print, the palm lines were clearly visible.
This "Prajna Palm" is one of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple. If you practice it endlessly, your palm power will become stronger and stronger, and your skills will become more and more pure. There is no end to learning and the power is infinite.
But the most important thing is not how powerful the Prajna Palm is, but as a high-level Shaolin 72 unique skills, the news of the emergence of the Prajna Palm also means:
Finally, a player has created the Wooden Man Alley in Shaolin Temple!
Young Master Xiaoyan calmly withdrew his move, and stood in front of the bronze temple with a handsome look. He squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the bald man who was slowly walking out from among the monks!
This monk has a slender and elegant figure, a straight nose, and a strong personality. He also has a youthful and handsome appearance. No matter how you look at him, he can't be more than twenty years old.
He walked slowly to Young Master Xiaoyan, put his hands together, and said, "I am Shaolin disciple Shikong. Jingnian Zen Temple is a pure place of Buddhism. It is better for you to leave as soon as possible!"
Young Master Xiaoyan narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said with a smile: "What if it is not the case? I heard that you Shaolin disciples can only leave the temple after you break through the wooden man alley. This is the first time I have seen a real..."
Young Master Xiaoyan's words came to an abrupt halt, only because Shi Kong suddenly came close to him. Young Master Xiaoyan could almost feel the flow of Shi Kong's breath!
Fast, too fast, just like teleporting, it was in front of him in an instant! Gongzi Xiaoyan did not hesitate any longer, gathered his true energy, and immediately hit Shi Kong's chest with a palm!
"Bang!"
Shi Kong did not dodge or evade, and was still hit on the chest by Young Master Xiaoyan's palm. There was a dull sound, and then a light golden light suddenly reflected from Shi Kong's body. Young Master Xiaoyan only felt that the palm force that he had just hit Shi Kong was actually all repelled back at once!
Then Young Master Xiaoyan groaned, and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string!
He fell to the ground with a "thump". The suave and dashing heir of Huajian had already become extremely embarrassed. He spat out a mouthful of blood, stared at Shikong with eyes as sharp as knives, and uttered a curse in Chinese!
"Damn it! Prajna Palm, Crossing the River with a Reed, Vajra Indestructible Magical Skill... Little bald head, how many of the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu do you know?" (To be continued)