Xu Zhu in this world doesn't know what's going on, he is still honest and honest on the outside, but treacherous and cunning in his heart, Song Qingshu doesn't know if he was taken away by an old monster like Ming Zun, thinking of how many times he has opposed him and tried to kill him I was dying, irritable in my heart and didn't bother to think about the reason, so I simply solved this trouble once and for all.
Of course, he maintained his rationality and did not intend to completely destroy Shaolin. After all, Shaolin is the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts. If it is completely destroyed, the impact will be too great, but a few of them must be eliminated, otherwise they will hinder it. The relationship with Shaolin Still unable to relax, Xuan Cheng and Xu Zhu are the ones on the must-eliminate list.
Xuan Cheng had just resisted Wan Jian's return to the sect, and was broken by the sword qi head-on. Even if he didn't die, he would probably be half disabled. On the contrary, Xu Zhu was not the main target of the sword qi just now. , so Song Qingshu chose him as his first target.
Xuan Ci, Fang Zheng and others exclaimed in alarm, but unfortunately they are injured, they have no strength left to stop them at this moment, they can only watch the sword energy shoot towards Xu Zhu.
But the moment before the sword qi was about to hit, there was a ripple in front of Xu Zhu's body suddenly, a skinny monk in green robe appeared in front of him out of nowhere, clasped his hands together: "Amitabha~"
The sword qi shot past seemed to have encountered an extremely soft yet extremely hard barrier, and with a few chi chi sounds, the sword qi disappeared without a trace.
"Sweeping monk!" Song Qingshu's pupils shrank, and he recognized who the old monk appeared.
"Layman Song, long time no see." The sweeping monk smiled slightly, but spoke first.
"I've met senior." Song Qingshu didn't know why he came, so he couldn't say anything for a while.
"Xu Zhu can't get rid of greed, hatred and ignorance, he offended the layman and was hurt by the layman, he deserves what he deserves," said the sweeping monk with a hint of regret in his tone, "But this son has a lot to do with me, this old monk can't just stand by and do nothing. I hope Layman Song raises his hand high."
Song Qingshu's expression changed, the sweeping monk's attitude was clearly that he wanted to save Xu Zhu, you must know that he is the most famous and mysterious master in the entire Jinshu system, the existence of the whole world to protect the three contending for the first cannot be underestimated.
"I said that Xu Zhu is young, but he has extremely superb martial arts, and he is even vaguely proficient in the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, so it is the credit of the seniors." Song Qingshu still doesn't understand, there is no Zhenlong chess game in this world, But Xu Zhu still has miraculous martial arts, after thinking about it, only the sweeping monk has this ability.
The sweeping monk shook his head: "The martial arts of this school were passed down from the ancestor Bodhidharma. Buddhist disciples learn martial arts to strengthen their bodies and protect the Dharma to defeat demons. When practicing any martial arts, always have compassion and benevolence in mind. If Buddhism is the basis, when you practice martial arts, you will definitely hurt yourself. If you practice the superior martial arts such as the seventy-two unique skills, if you do not use compassion and Buddhism to reconcile and resolve them every day, the hostility will go deep into the viscera, and the deeper you sink, the deeper it is than any external The poison is a hundred times more powerful. Therefore, for thousands of years, Shaolin disciples have produced a large number of brilliant and brilliant people, but they have practiced at most twelve or three, and there is no one who can practice seventy-two unique skills."
"The reason why Xu Zhu has so many skills is just a coincidence. With Taoism's little Wuxiang Gong, he only has the appearance of the seventy-two unique skills, but does not have the reality of the seventy-two unique skills. But this is so, he He has already suffered quite a lot of dark wounds, so he is young now, but in a few years, when the dark wounds on his body recur, I'm afraid he will only be lingering on the sick bed."
What he said made everyone in the venue terrified and moved. Among the Shaolin monks, except for Xuanci, Fang Zheng and a few who knew the root cause of this, the others didn't even know that Xu Zhu used the Little Formless Kung Fu, and they thought it was true in this temple. There was a young genius proficient in seventy-two stunts, and when he learned the truth, the sense of disappointment and frustration was beyond words. Coupled with the disastrous defeat at the hands of Song Qingshu before, everyone's hearts were filled with despair.
Xiao Yuanshan's face also changed drastically. One must know that he practiced Shaolin's unique skills. Over the years, some acupoint diseases in his body have become more and more serious. Before that, he thought it was due to serious injuries in his early years, and he broke out when he was old. It is the reason for practicing Shaolin martial arts.
As for Song Qingshu, he had heard these words in his previous life, and the shock at this time was far less than that of Xiao Yuanshan and the Shaolin monks, but he also admired the sweeping monk for pointing out so frankly that Xu Zhu cheated by relying on the small non-phase skills. , if a young disciple is proficient in the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, what a gimmick it is, and what important political significance it is.
"Senior really want to protect him?" But admiration is one thing, whether to let Xu Zhu go or not is another.
"It's good, it's good," said the floor-sweeping monk, clasping his hands together, "I hope layman Song will raise his hands high."
Although his eyes are dull and he stands there like an ordinary old man who doesn't know martial arts at all, but Song Qingshu doesn't dare to underestimate him at all. Only a person with his level of cultivation can see that the other party has returned to his original nature and is in harmony with the breath of heaven and earth. As one, attacking him is like fighting against heaven and earth.
But although he was strong, Song Qingshu didn't have the slightest fear, a golden light gradually rose from the depths of his eyes, as if there was a little golden figure beating faintly.
Before, the sweeping monk looked calm and calm, but when he saw the golden color in the opponent's eyes, his body trembled instantly, and his face changed drastically, because he had an extremely strong sense of crisis, every cell in his body It was as if they were warning him of the other party's danger.
The floor-sweeping monk's face was serious, and he didn't know where to conjure up a broom in front of him, and his breath was no longer as calm as before, but full of breath, as if ready to strike a thunderbolt at any time.
It's just that Song Qingshu didn't make a move after all, the golden color in his eyes gradually receded, and finally returned to normal: "After the Lion Slaying Conference, I was taught by my seniors, and this kindness, Song, will always be kept in my heart." In the cold, he got advice from the sweeping monk, and the other party lost him a ray of true energy to keep his heart. Song Qingshu has always kept this matter in his heart. The sweeping monk fights to the death.
"Today, I'll spare them once for the sake of seniors, but next time..." He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was beyond words.
"Thank you, Layman Song." The sweeping monk secretly wiped his cold sweat, and looked at Song Qingshu with some doubts. He didn't know what happened just now. The sense of life-and-death crisis was too strong, and he had never felt it since his great martial arts similar feeling.
The sweeping monk claimed to know a thing or two about the world's martial arts, but the golden light in Song Qingshu's eyes just now was something he had never seen or seen before, and he didn't know what martial arts was.
Sure enough, it was the Yangtze River waves pushing forward, the sweeping monk secretly sighed, turned around and said to Xuan Ci and the others: "Let's go."
"Leave just like that?" Xuanci was stunned, in his heart, the sweeping monk was an invincible existence, no matter how high Song Qingshu's martial arts were, he could not be the opponent of the sweeping monk, "But so many people in the temple were seriously injured..."
Before he finished speaking, a monk who went to help Xuancheng exclaimed: "Brother Xuancheng's meridians are all broken!"
"Ah!" Shaolin monks exclaimed in surprise. You must know that Xuan Cheng is the number one expert in Shaolin. Now that his meridians have been cut off, it is obvious that his martial arts have been abolished. You must know that people in the world who use martial arts can be compared to life and death. These people knew that they were not Song Qingshu's opponents, so they could only look at the sweeping monk as if asking for help, expecting him to come forward to uphold justice.
Unexpectedly, the sweeping monk slowly shook his head and said: "There are seventy-two unique skills in this temple, each of which can injure people's vital organs and kill people. The corresponding compassionate Buddha Dharma will resolve it. Not everyone in this temple knows this truth, but after one person has practiced four or five unique skills, his comprehension of Zen principles will naturally be hindered. In my Shaolin School, that is called Being a "martial arts barrier" is the same as "knowledge barriers" of other sects. It should be known that Buddhism is seeking to save the world, and martial arts is seeking to kill. The more martial arts skills you can practice, the more eminent monks who have cultivated to such a level don't bother to learn all kinds of powerful ways to kill people."
The sweeping monk said again: "In this temple, there are naturally some people who are not good enough in Buddhism, but they want to force themselves to learn more high-quality martial arts, but if they continue to practice, they will either go crazy or have internal injuries that are hard to heal. When Master Xuancheng came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion The old monk had reminded him three times when he picked up martial arts classics. He has always been obsessed with obsession, and now it is hard to get back. Even if he is not injured today in the hands of Layman Song, within three years, he will suddenly have all his tendons broken overnight and become a useless person .”
"Amitabha!" There were many eminent Shaolin monks present, and after hearing the words, they were startled and enlightened, as if they had a faint understanding.
The sweeping monk's eyes showed compassion: "In fact, the five aggregates are all empty, and his body is injured. He can no longer practice martial arts. He practiced Buddhism diligently, and thus gained enlightenment. It is a blessing in disguise. , It’s really a picture.”
Fang Zheng came to his senses first, clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you for your release." The rest of the monks gradually came to their senses and agreed.
The sweeping monk nodded, with a look of relief on his face: "Let's go."
"But Xiao Yuanshan secretly learned martial arts from this temple, what if it falls into the hands of foreigners..." Kong Wen was seriously injured and weak, but he still couldn't help asking.
As soon as these words came out, Xiao Feng and his son's expressions changed, because they had seen that the sudden appearance of the monk was simply unfathomable. If they really attacked Xiao Yuanshan, I'm afraid...
The sweeping monk looked back at Xiao Yuanshan, and said, "Lady Xiao, do you feel a dull pain in the two acupoints 'Liangmen' and 'Taiyi' on your lower abdomen recently?"
Xiao Yuanshan shuddered, and said: "The divine monk clearly sees it, it is exactly like this."
The sweeping monk said again: "Your insensitivity on the 'Guanyuan Point', how about it recently?"
Xiao Yuanshan was even more surprised, and said in a trembling voice: "Ten years ago, this numb spot was only as big as a little finger, but now... now it's almost as big as the mouth of a teacup."
The floor-sweeping monk sighed: "Just now, the old man has already said that in order to connect with the martial arts of this temple, one must use the corresponding Buddhist methods to resolve the hostility. Layman Xiao has reached the edge of madness."
Both Xiao Feng and his son were startled, Xiao Feng wanted to ask for help, but thinking about the life and death struggle with Shaolin Temple just now, he couldn't open his mouth about this matter of asking for help.
The sweeping monk then seemed to say to the Xiao father and son and seemed to warn the Shaolin monks: "The practice of martial arts in this temple must be resolved by the corresponding Buddhism, otherwise it will not only be useless but will cause endless disasters. Presumably Layman Xiao will not do unwise actions that harm the Khitan soldiers. If there are really Khitan soldiers who can practice martial arts in this temple, it proves that he has enough compassion in his heart and has reached a very high level of Dharma cultivation, then even if they learn martial arts in this temple, it will not matter."