The era of national fighting

Meishan in midsummer is picturesque. There is a thousand-year-old temple deep in the green forest. The misty cooking smoke and the breeze sway gently, giving people a peaceful scene.

This ancient temple is the well-known Chanlin Temple in the world of fighting. Although the two great monks sent out at that time died and the other was abolished, as the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Relying on the support of Zen Master Jinxiu, the Chanlin Temple is still a first-class university. group.

On an unnamed mountain opposite the Chanlin Peak where the Chanlin Temple is located, a man in black stood there silently as if blending in with the surrounding environment, watching the misty cooking smoke from the Chanlin Temple, gently stroking his right arm wrapped in black cloth, as if Trapped in deep memories.

A man in black came behind him, knelt on one knee and said, "Master Heitu, everything is ready, when are we going to attack?"

Heitu didn't look back and said, "What about Heijin?"

The man in black replied respectfully: "Master Heijin said that midnight is the best time. At that time, people's spirits are relaxed and it is easy to sneak attack."

Heitu shook his head and said, "You go and tell Hei Jin that midnight is not acceptable. From what I know about Chanlin Temple, midnight is the time when the defenses are most closely guarded. We must attack during their evening class."

The man in black responded and left. Heitu continued to look at the Chanlin Temple and whispered, "I'm back, master, are you ready?"

When, when the bronze bell in the bell tower rang nine times, a large number of monks put down what they were doing, folded their hands in solemn expressions, and worshiped.

As soon as Heitu's figure moved, his whole body shot towards the Zen Forest Temple. After entering the temple, he saw him walking towards a meditation room with ease.

In the Zen room, a one-legged old monk with a scorched complexion was devoutly reciting Buddhist scriptures. Heitu came to the front of the Zen room, knocked lightly on the door, and heard the old monk inside say, "Who is it? Come in."

Heitu pushed the door open and entered. After entering, he prostrated himself on the ground and respectfully kowtowed nine times to the old monk.

The old monk asked suspiciously, "What do you mean, this benefactor?"

Heitu pressed his forehead to the ground and said: "These nine heads are to thank you for your kindness in teaching me." Said he stood up, his voice became cruel and said: "The grace is over. Now let's talk about revenge. You see Who am I?"

As Heitu said, Heitu pulled off the kerchief from his face. Seeing Heitu's face, the old monk exclaimed first: "It's you?" Then he regained his composure and said, "I never thought you were still alive, Shanhe."

It turned out that Heitu was Zhao Shanhe back then. He said hysterically, "I am no longer Zhao Shanhe. Everyone calls me Heitu. You beasts are not as good as you. You sacrificed my elder brother for your purpose and wronged me for colluding with God." Teach me, the 130 five members of our Zhao family were massacred to divide up our property. In the past 50 years, every time I think of it, my heart hurts like a knife. Do you know? Master Chicken Po, my good master.”

"Amitabha" Master Jipo chanted a Buddha's name: "I really don't know about your Zhao family being slaughtered. I have been ashamed of you and your elder brother for these years. Since I broke my leg, I have been studying Buddhism with great concentration. Meditate on my past, and regret every time I think of the wrong things I have done.

If the old monk's life can calm the karma in your heart, then do it! "

"Hahaha" Heitu laughed sadly: "You think that if you say a few good words, I will let you go and tell you that those who participated in the massacre of our Zhao family back then have all been wiped out by me."

"What?" Master Ji Po was taken aback: "In recent years, you were the one responsible for the massacre of 72 families in Yanzhao area. How did you become so tyrannical, even babies."

Heitu smiled coldly and said: "This is called treating others in the same way, and you can rest assured that your Chanlin Temple will follow in their footsteps soon." Voice.

When Master Ji Po heard this, he yelled angrily: "You bastard, I'm going to clean up the house today." He slapped his hands on the ground and jumped into the black soil.

Master Ji Po stretched out his right hand, curled up two fingers, and the other three fingers were shaped like chicken feet, and grabbed Heitu's face.

Black Earth sneered.A punch was punched out, the fists and claws intersected, and there were a few crisp sounds. Master Ji Po's three fingers twisted and changed shape, and Heitu's punch directly hit Master Ji Po's chest.

Master Jipo vomited blood and fell back on the futon, he looked at Heitu in surprise and said, "I never expected that your kung fu has reached this level in just a few decades.

Back then, I took you as an apprentice, not only as compensation, but also because I was really optimistic about your talent and wanted to pass on your mantle, but it's a pity that good fortune tricks others. "

Heitu sneered in pain and said, "It's not because of my kung fu, it's because of my arm." At this moment, Master Jipo remembered why he always felt something wrong with Heitu, and it was because his hands were intact. The knife chopped off an arm.

Heitu continued: "Do you know how much I paid for this arm of beasts?" As he spoke, he showed his arm.That wasn't a human arm at all, it was clearly a beast's claw.

"Amitabha" Master Jipo chanted the Buddha's name again, closed his eyes without speaking, and suddenly a blush appeared on his face, his head drooped heavily, without the breath of life.

Heitu clasped his hands together and performed a Buddha ceremony towards Master Jipo's body. The door of the meditation room was pushed open, and a little novice ran in in a panic, yelling loudly as he ran: "Master is not good, the bad guys rushed into the temple." , kill anyone you see, come and help me!"

The little novice was stunned by everything in the meditation room. He pointed at Heitu and couldn't speak. A man in black rushed over from behind and cut the little novice to the ground with a knife in his hand. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let God decide his life and death!"

When Heitu came out of the Zen room, he saw people fighting everywhere, blood staining the thousand-year-old temple red.He soon came to the Daxiong Hall, where the monks of Chanlin Temple were making their last resistance.

Zen Master Jinxiu was fighting against a man in black who wore the same clothes as Heitu. The only difference between this man in black and Heitu's clothes was that his clothes had white borders, while Heitu's was yellow.

Heitu slowly walked into the main hall, a gray-faced monk who looked like the leader among the monks, saw Heitu, shouted, waved the iron rod in his hand, and hit Heitu with one stick.

Heitou casually grabbed the iron rod, and the gray-faced monk looked at Heitu in disbelief. He knew that his stick was strong enough to split stones, but now he was easily grabbed by someone. person?

Heitu sent his right hand lightly, and the iron rod directly penetrated the gray-faced monk's heart, leading him to the wall.Hei Tu looked at Master Jin Xiu and said to the man in black: "Hei Jin, you are so useless, you haven't dealt with him for so long."

Hei Jin laughed loudly and said, "Okay, then I won't play." As he spoke, bursts of golden light came out of his body, and the exposed skin turned golden. Facing Master Jin Xiu's call His palms did not dodge or dodge, they hit a vital point, but they made a sound like gold and iron.

Hei Jin seized this opportunity, folded his hands together and made a front fork, and put his hands on Jin Xiu's chest, splitting Jin Xiu into two halves.

Heitu said: "Your style of play is still so bloody, so you can't change it. Forget about you. Hurry up and deal with the rest."

The one-sided massacre began. When the man in black left the Chanlin Temple, the thousand-year-old temple had already been engulfed by raging flames.