come to the heavens

Master Shenhui laughed loudly. This seemed to be a signal. Immediately behind him, a tall monk stood up, saluted, and said loudly:

"I'm going down Haru, come to ask Shaolin Dharma!"

The Shaolin monks looked at each other, and finally an old monk stood up, sat cross-legged on a futon between the two sides, clasped his hands together and said:

"Master, please!"

The monk looked the old monk up and down, then suddenly raised his foot and stepped on the ground, and punched out with a 'bang'.

The old monk was caught off guard, and only had time to raise his hands to protect his body, but he was hit by a punch, and his whole body flew backwards and fell to the ground, with a mouthful of blood sprayed on the ground.

None of the Shaolin monks reacted to this sudden attack, or some people reacted but had no time to help. They could only watch helplessly as the old monk was beaten and vomited blood. Everyone stood up, and a monk stepped forward to help the old monk. There was no wind in the monk's robe on his body, and he suppressed the anger in his heart, looked at Master Shenhui and said:

"What does the national teacher mean by this?"

Shenhui didn't speak, but the monk said in strange Chinese:

"In my Mongolian Tantra, the exchange of Buddhism is like this."

He looked at the old monk vomiting blood with a trace of disdain in his eyes:

"This master's Dharma is very ordinary. He is not my opponent. It is better to use another master to discuss Buddhism with me!"

"I come!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged monk of the same stature stood up. Seeing that he was a warrior monk, he clasped his hands together and saluted, and immediately squeezed his palms into fists:

"Please!"

Fan Monk sneered, pressed the sole of his foot hard on the ground, and rushed up like a tiger hunting, fisted with both hands at the middle-aged monk's fist.

"Boom!"

The two punched each other in the air, making two muffled noises, and the two retreated at the same time, looking evenly divided.But in the next second, the two figures rushed together again, and the sound of fists and kicks was endless in an instant.

Both of them are good at boxing and kicking, and their cultivation bases are comparable, and they fought evenly for a while, and there was no winner.

However, although the cultivation base is the same, the actual combat power is still related to the martial arts and experience. Shaolin martial arts is not famous all over the world. The master is already regarded as the middle and high level in the temple, and he is already qualified to practice the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple, and what he practices is the Guangming Fist, which is known as the best punch in the world.

At the beginning, the monk was able to fight against the monk, but after 133 strokes, he was at a disadvantage and took the defensive position. After [-] strokes, he was unable to continue and could only resist with all his strength. It was not until [-] strokes that he finally couldn't resist the continuous fists and was beaten. A punch broke open the defense forcibly, and a punch hit the chest to repel him.

The foreign monk covered his chest and stepped back, the monk clasped his palms together and was about to speak, when suddenly another monk jumped up and clapped his palms together, and the monk's clasped hands parted, and he raised his hand to block it, but was forced to Taking two steps back in a row, the monk took this opportunity to slap eighteen palms in one breath, forcing the monk to retreat eighteen steps in a row, one palm and one step, at a disadvantage, but he still blocked it, and finally slowed down at the No. 18 step. After he regained his breath, his eyes gleamed, and he let go of his fists and turned his fingers into claws to meet the fist of the fan monk.

"Crack!"

There were two cracking sounds of bones breaking and a scream, and the monk retreated violently, and there were several blood holes on his raised fist, dripping with blood.

"Dragon Claw Hand?"

The middle-aged monk took a step back and nodded:

"The master has been injured, fearing that the injury will worsen, please step back and rest."

The monk also knew that he had broken several bones in his fingers, and all his kung fu was in his hands. If the treatment was too late, his kung fu would be useless, so he didn't insist anymore, and retreated muffled.

After defeating two people in a row, the Mongolian national teacher Shenhui couldn't hold back. He opened his eyes and looked at the opposite monk, and said:

"Moa, you go."

Behind him a dark-skinned, tall and thin monk who looked like a bamboo pole stood up. He took off a string of huge Buddhist beads hanging on his chest and respectfully placed them on the futon where he was sitting, before turning around and walking towards the middle-aged monk, clasping his hands together. He saluted very seriously, and when the middle-aged monk returned the salute, the calm aura on his body exploded instantly, like a volcanic eruption, he raised his right hand and shot out.

His movements are fast, but it is strange that everyone can clearly see him raising his hand and the trajectory of the palm, which feels like slow motion.

But the moment he struck, several monks' expressions changed drastically and they screamed out. As his opponent, the middle-aged monk's expression became extremely serious. He took a deep breath and raised his hand to meet him with a punch.

"Crack!"

The two fists collided almost instantly, and there was a clear sound of bone shattering, and the next second a figure flew out, a line of blood flew out in an arc in midair, and the middle-aged monk heard a 'click' He fell to the ground, and there was a sound of wind on his clothes, the monk had already jumped over and slapped the fallen monk on the chest with his palm.

"No!"

"We admit defeat!"

After several exclamations, one person stepped forward and grabbed the middle-aged monk's foot and dragged it forcefully, "Boom! ' With a muffled sound, the monk slapped the ground with his palm, the hard stone slab was smashed to pieces, and countless broken stones flew away.

The monk suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashed fiercely, he kicked the ground hard, and slammed forward.

An old Shaolin monk immediately raised his hand and swung his sleeve, there was a muffled 'bang', the sleeve was broken, and the old monk also retreated two steps with a muffled bang.

Chapter 122 Ye Chen Arrives

"Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong!"

"Yes!"

Seeing that the middle-aged monk was rescued, the fan monk did not continue to chase after him, but turned to look at the monk who received his punch, and said in weird Central Plains Chinese:

"Vajra Moa, the Protector of Vajra Sect of Esoteric Buddhism, please advise!"

The old monk sighed, stepped forward and saluted:

"Please!"

In the next second, Moa was like a hunting beast, from stillness to movement in an instant, and the whole body fit and rushed towards him.

The old monk raised his hands, and his robes bulged all over his body. Moa had hit his bulging robes, making a muffled sound like a heavy bell being hit, and the bulging robes bulged to block him.

But in less than two seconds of stalemate, the bulging monk's robe exploded violently, and countless pieces of cloth flew, Moa hit the old monk's body, a series of bones shattered together, and the thin figure of the old monk flew out He fell to the ground, spilling blood all over the floor.

"Master!"

Several middle-aged monks immediately rushed forward and hugged the old monk, only to see that he was already dead, his bones were broken, and his body was limp and boneless, hanging from both ends of the holding hands.

Seeing this, all the monks in Shaolin were filled with grief, and the abbot, Zen Master Duxu, took a deep breath, clasped his hands together and proclaimed 'Amitabha Buddha' again, looked at Zen Master Shenhui without looking sideways, with no sadness or joy on his face, and said in a deep voice :

"Master, pass!"

Master Shenhui smiled slightly and said:

"It's common for people to lose their hands and get injured during exchanges and discussions. Abbot, don't take it to heart. Moanai's Esoteric Buddhism Vajra School protects the Vajra Dharma. The Dragon Elephant Wisdom Kung Fu has been cultivated to the ninth level, but it is still a bit short of the tenth level. Huo Hou, I heard that the Yi Jin Jing of Shaolin Temple has the ability to change tendons and forge bones, I wonder if the abbot would like to borrow it for a look?"

After he finished speaking, the hearts of the monks in Shaolin sank, and finally Master Shenhui showed his true purpose.

Without any hesitation, Abbot Duxu shook his head:

"The national teacher is too strong to be difficult for others. The Yijin Jing is the magical skill of this temple and the temple. It is never borrowed by outsiders."

Master Shenhui was not angry, but just coughed lightly with his hand on his mouth, and Namoa immediately shouted: