The Heavens: Reborn Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 128 Denial
"Oh? I don't know what's wrong, please ask the national teacher for advice?"

Jiumozhi smiled and spoke slowly.

"Just now this senior brother Zhe Luoxing asked Master Abbot, saying that not everyone can master every one of Shaolin Temple's 72 unique skills. This statement is wrong."

"However, Master Abbot thinks that Shaolin Temple's 72 unique skills are martial arts of the noble family, and it is impossible for others to learn them. Otherwise, he would steal them from the noble family. There is something wrong with this statement."

Hearing this, Xuan Sheng clasped his hands together and questioned him.

"According to what the national teacher said, there is one person who can practice the 72 unique skills of our temple. I don't know who this person is?"

Jiumozhi clasped his palms together and saluted slowly.

"It's far away in the sky, close in front of you, and it's right below you."

As soon as these words came out, more than a thousand monks in Shaolin Temple were shocked, thinking that this person's tone was too arrogant.

All the Xuan students looked at each other, Xuan Sheng sneered even more, but his face was still respectful.

"The national teacher is not from my Shaolin, do you also know these three martial arts like Brother Po Luoxing?"

Jiumozhi smiled slightly, raised his left hand horizontally, and punched with his right hand, which was exactly the move in the Great Vajra Fist.

Before the bronze tripod fell, Jiumozhi swung his palm back, and the faces of several old monks with Xuan characters changed suddenly. This move is the palm technique of Prajna Palm.

After the bronze tripod circled half a circle in the air, it was about to fall downward when Jiumozhi flicked it with his fingers, and the bronze tripod moved half a foot to the left.

After flicking it three times in a row, the bronze tripod moved a foot and a half inch impartially before it landed safely.

Seeing this, all the old Shaolin monks suddenly felt their eyes darken. The last move Jiumozhi used was their Shaolin Maha Finger.

A moment later, the copper tripod fell to the ground, a piece of incense ash was thrown out, and a palm-shaped copper block fell to the ground.

Jiumozhi laughed loudly, and bowed slightly to Xuanci.

"The last move of the cassock robe subduing demons is not pure yet, so I ask the abbot brother to give me some advice."

Xuan Sheng's complexion was miserable, Xuan Ci's heart was ashamed, all the old monks were silent, and more than a thousand monks in Shaolin Temple were captured by one man's aura.

After a long silence, Xuan Ci clasped his hands together and spoke slowly.

"Today, the old monk knows that there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky. I have been practicing hard for decades, and it is really not worth mentioning in the eyes of Tubo Guoshi."

"Brother Po Luoxing, it is difficult to raise dragons in shallow water in Shaolin, and there are no good guests in a place of poor fortune, please."

"The abbot, grand master, wait a minute!"

A soft voice sounded, and a figure fell among the group of old monks like a dragonfly on water.

"Amitabha, this little monk is from Xuzhu's generation, and there is still one thing that I don't understand. I beseech the Tubo State Teacher to clarify this little monk's doubts."

Among the monks of the Hui generation in Shaolin Temple, Hui Lun rushed Xu Zhu out, his expression changed suddenly.

Subconsciously wanted to rush up and drag Xu Zhu back, but was held back by the fellow apprentices at the side.

Seeing Xu Zhu's face, Jiumozhi thought for a moment, and immediately thought of this little monk who solved the Zhenlong chess game.

"So it's this little master, what doubts do you have?"

Seeing Xu Zhu's appearance, Xuan Ci subconsciously told him to back down, but when he thought of the skill of sound transmission and penetration just now, he couldn't help hesitating.

"My little monk has something to ask. I don't know where the national teacher learned this Taoist practice, the Little Wuxiang Kung Fu, and why is he pretending to be the name of Shaolin Temple's 72 stunts?"

Jiumozhi's eyes were startled, but his face remained the same.

"What is the meaning of this little master's words? The poor monk is obviously using the 72 unique skills of your monastery."

Seeing this, Xuan Sheng couldn't help reprimanding him.

"Xu Zhu, you step back, Tubo Guoshi is a distinguished guest of this monastery, how can there be any reason for you to question?"

Xu Zhu saluted slightly, turned around and said to the old Shaolin monks.

"All the master uncles and master uncles don't know that the inner strength practiced by this Tubo national teacher is the supreme Taoist heart method in the sect of the well-known 'Mr. Congbian' Su Xinghe in the martial arts, the small non-phase skill."

"Small Wuxiang Gong pays attention to wandering in the emptiness, tranquility and inaction, which is the same name as the colorless formless in my Buddhist school."

"This function imitates the vast majority of martial arts internal skills in the world, and its power is almost the same, or even better."

"If this junior hadn't solved the Zhenlong chess game for Mr. Congbian, he wouldn't have known the existence of this sect's internal strength from Mr. Congbian's mouth."

"Mr. Congbian is a well-known senior expert in Jianghu, especially for driving away the notorious Xingxiu old devil Ding Chunqiu on Leigu Mountain."

"With Mr. Congbian's reputation and seniority, we will definitely not deceive the younger generations. But the national master used this exercise to show off my Shaolin Buddhism's pure land. I don't know what's his intention?"

Hearing this, Jiumozhi's eyes flickered, he never expected that there would be someone in Shaolin who could see through the Little Formless Kung Fu.

After hearing this, Xuan Ci and other Shaolin monks couldn't help but look suspicious.

If what Xu Zhu said is true, then the other party's intentions for coming here are worth considering.

Xu Zhu's face is calm, but he sneers in his heart.

'Good senior brother, since you cheated me, you can lend me your title. '

Jiumozhi pondered for a moment, and couldn't help laughing.

"This little master suspects that I am using some small non-phase kung fu. Is there any evidence?"

Hehe, I was waiting for your words.

"Although the Small Wuxiang Gong is invisible and invisible, it can also be used as a method to support the 72 unique skills of this temple. However, there are still some specious things about it."

"The young monk is not talented, and Tim is the third generation of monks in this temple. I want to ask the national teacher to teach me a thing or two."

Seeing Xu Zhu raised his hand in the posture of Prajna Palm, Jiumozhi faintly sensed that something was wrong, but he had no choice but to agree, no matter what he said, he would not lose face in front of the monks from Central Plains and Tianzhu.

Xuanci pondered for a long time, ignored the hints in the eyes of all the juniors, and spoke to Xu Zhu.

"Xu Zhu, you are a junior, you will never have the chance to fight against such distinguished guests as Tubo Guoshi."

"However, Tubo's national teacher came from a long distance, such a good fate is rare, so you can use Shaolin's unique skills to ask the distinguished guest to teach you, there is no need to hide it."

Xu Zhu clasped his hands together, bowed to the abbot, and then bowed to Jiumozhi.

"Please enlighten me, your honored guest."

Before he finished speaking, the true qi of Mingyu Gong was continuously transformed into the true qi of Arhat Fist, protecting the vital points of the whole body, so as not to be seen by the people as the paper figurine's incarnation.

"Since that's the case, the poor monk will make a move."

As soon as Jiumozhi raised his hand, he assumed the stance of Prajna Palm, while Xu Zhu just arranged the Arhat Fist zhenqi accumulated all the time around his body according to the meaning of roundness and transparency, waiting for the opponent's attack.

The next second, Jiumozhi slanted his body and swung a palm, Xu Zhu punched him straight and upright.

Seeing that Jiumozhi's palm passed through his straight fist, Xu Zhu did not dodge, and still went towards Jiumozhi's figure.

Bang!
There was a huge sound, Jiumozhi's palm was stamped three feet around Xu Zhu's body, but the formless qi in his hand was dissolved by the whole body zhenqi.

But Xu Zhu's straight fist directly tore apart one of Jiumozhi's sleeves.

As soon as the punch is released, the winner is already divided.

(End of this chapter)