Martial Arts: Invite the Moon to send me undercover Jin Yiwei

At the same time, a figure of a monk emerged in the hearts of the two of them. Although he had a smile on his face all the year round, he was a ruthless man with a knife hidden in his smile. .

Chapter 282 "You said that Lin Wuyou has practiced the 'Golden Bell Jar' to perfection?"

Songshan, behind the Daxiong Hall of Shaolin Temple, in a Zen room, the candles are brightly lit.

The three great monks of Shaolin, Kongwen, Kongzhi and Kongxing stood still in red robes.

They are all well-known eminent monks in the Jianghu, but now they are all frowning.

Just because a great monk with a frosty face was sitting on the cloud bed in the meditation room, and the Shaolin presiding officer Fang Zheng was healing his wounds.

That great monk was none other than Zen Master Kuzhi who had returned from Hua's house!

After Zen Master Kuzhi was sent back by Ke Fang, the cold broke out soon, which attracted the attention of all eminent monks in Shaolin.

It is impossible to save them by using means one after another.

Now that Master Fangzheng has done it himself, it seems that the effect is not very obvious.

"town!"

At this moment, Master Fangzheng suddenly uttered a sound like thunder, and when he retracted his hands, his internal energy dissipated.

The candles in the meditation room trembled!

The next moment, Zen Master Kuzhi's green and cold face faded, and a trace gathered between his eyebrows, like a vertical eye.

"Amitabha, cough cough, thank you brother abbot!"

Zen Master Kuzhi's face was pale, he chanted the Buddha's name, let out another breath of cold air, and thanked him.

Master Fang Zheng stood up slowly, looked at his hands, the palms were also green and cold.

"Amitabha, you and I are in the same sect, there is no need to thank you, let's take a good rest first!"

After speaking, he looked at the three great monks and left together.

Walking out of the meditation room, closing the door, Kong Wen stepped forward and asked:

"Even the abbot, can't you force out the cold poison?"

Fang Zheng shook his head and let out a long sigh.

"It's very difficult, unless you have the inner strength of Zhiyang inner strength. The tendons of Yijing belong to the inner strength of Hunyuan, and it is impossible to force out the cold poison."

The attributes of internal force are different, and the effect is naturally different.

Yi Jin Jing is also Shaolin's unique inner strength, which is not inferior to the inner strength of Xuanming God's Palm, but the attributes are different, and it is difficult to remove the cold poison.

"Even that Sanfeng couldn't do anything about it back then, so what can we do?"

The somewhat irritable monk Kongzhi said impatiently, with a bit of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

This is the second elder Xuanming!

"I don't know what happened to Zhang Sanfeng's disciple at the end."

Kong Xing sighed, showing some compassion.

After all, it is a creature.

It's just that the world is turning around, and it seems to be back to Shaolin again.

"Go back first!"

Fang Zheng shook his head and walked away.

Kong Wen and the three looked at each other and had no choice but to leave.

Ku Zhi is now afraid...

After Fang Zheng left, he didn't go back to his room to rest, but went round and round to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

When the disciples guarding outside the Sutra Pavilion saw the abbot, they quickly saluted.

"nothing!"

Fang Zheng waved his hand, pushed the door open and entered.

The Sutra Pavilion is where Shaolin Temple keeps martial arts secret books and various scriptures.

As soon as you walk in, you can smell the rich fragrance of books and a sense of vicissitudes.

Many of the books here are orphans.

rustle

rustle

The sound of sweeping the floor came from behind, Fang Zheng followed the sound and walked over, and saw an old monk with white beard and white eyebrows, dressed in gray cloth.

He was sweeping the floor with a broom in his hand. There was not much dust on the floor, but he was very meticulous.

That gray cloth was worn by the lowest grade of handyman disciples in Shaolin Temple, but this old monk wore it, and there was an inexplicably harmonious feeling.

People can't tell, the way is unknown.

"Master uncle, this disciple shouldn't have disturbed master uncle Qingxiu, but Brother Kuzhi received the palm of the Xuanming God a few days ago, and now the cold poison invades and invades from time to time, it is really difficult to cure."

Fang Zheng saluted, his words were full of humility.

This old monk's seniority is extremely high, otherwise how could he make the Shaolin abbot act like a disciple.

The old sweeping monk seemed to be unable to hear, and continued to sweep the floor.

Fang Zheng didn't speak anymore, but bowed his waist and continued to wait there.

After a long time, the sound of the broom stopped, and the old monk let out a long sigh:

"This cold poison can only be forced out by your uncle, the wine master, in Shaolin. Go find him!"

Seeing the old monk speak, Fang Zheng looked happy and straightened his waist.

But after hearing what he said, the joy on Fang Zheng's face disappeared again.

"The wine master's uncle travels all over the world, how to find him."

Fang Zheng also knew that his other master-uncle had a profound skill, and his internal force was Zhiyang.

But that master uncle has long since given up on the rules of the world, wandering around the world, living in no fixed place, even they can't find it.

The floor-sweeping monk was silent, and the sound of "rustling" sweeping the floor sounded again.

Seeing this, Fang Zheng had no choice but to leave.

When he reached the door, a voice came from his ear:

"He'll be back on New Year's Eve."

Fang Zheng paused, turned around and bowed towards the Scripture-Depository Pavilion.

"Thank you, Master Uncle, for letting me know!"

After speaking, he also left with a sigh of relief.

On the other side, after leaving the meditation room, the three great monks of Shaolin came to another disciple's room and talked with him.

The disciple monk was wearing a light red monk's robe, tall and tall, with a broad face, and there was a look of a tiger looking at a wolf in his brows.

"Yuanzhen, why did you tell me to wait here?"

Kong Zhi asked.

Yuan Zhen looked at the three great monks, and was a little disappointed that he didn't see Fang Zheng.

"`~ The host is tired and went to rest. If you have anything to say, just say it. Why are the monks so concerned about the past and the future?"

Kong Xing glanced at him, and reprimanded him with some dissatisfaction.

Yuanzhen's temperament is not like that of a Buddhist, but he only cares about the friendship he saw with his senior brother in the past, otherwise he will definitely give him a good reprimand.

"Three uncles, I dare not lie. After hearing what Ke Fang said a few days ago, my disciples sent someone to investigate. That Qianhu Lin Wuyou of Jin Yiwei really knows my Shaolin martial arts [Dragon Claw Hand], [Golden Bell Cover], and all of them are of great success."

Yuan Zhen pretended to be humble, bowed his head and said.

heard this.The three were a little surprised.

The three looked at each other, and Kong Xing asked:

"Mr. Nephew Yuanzhen, you said that Jin Yiwei's people have practiced the golden bell jar to perfection?"

Yuanzhen nodded.

"This kid has a lot of perseverance, and he's definitely a talented genius."

Kong Xing sighed.

He knows how difficult it is to cultivate the golden bell jar.

Among the disciples of Shaolin disciples in the past, there are only a few who can achieve great success and consummation in their cultivation.

I don't think this (Zhao Zhao's) Jinyiwei has become a big success!

"It's a pity that this son is not my Shaolin disciple. My Shaolin supernatural skills shine brightly on outsiders. Wouldn't it just lose my Shaolin face!"

Kong Wen answered, but in the end he was still a little angry.

My own family's martial arts shines brightly on others, and that feeling is naturally uncomfortable.

Yuan Zhen raised her eyes, saw the expressions of the three people, and smiled in her heart.

He pondered for a while and continued:

"Then Dong Tianbao also found out that he was my Shaolin disciple, because he secretly learned the martial arts [Prajna Palm] from the Bodhidharma Academy, and escaped from Shaolin after being discovered."

Kong Zhi frowned when he heard the words, as if he had some impression.

He is the head of the Bodhidharma Academy, and the martial arts of the monks under him have to be tested by him before they can be passed on.

Originally, his memory was still a little fuzzy, but when Yuan Zhen mentioned it, he also recalled it.

"The defected disciple you mentioned joined the Jinyiwei of the imperial court after escaping from Shaolin?"

Kong Zhi looked a little ugly.resistance.

Chapter 283 "Above the court" was punished by two factories

Yuanzhen nodded.

"But Nephew Fang said that Dong Tianbao knows [Bo Ruo Zhang] and [Dragon Claw Hand]. I think the Dragon Claw Hand should be passed down by Lin Wuyou!"

Seeing the circle is so sure, emptiness can't sit still.

Shaolin 72's unique skills are so leaked, so what's the matter?

In the future, if everyone in the imperial court has to learn, there will be no secrets at all!

"Brother, no matter where they learned my Shaolin martial arts, even if they are from the imperial court, they can't just forget about it."

"Not to mention there is also a traitor from the sect. If martial arts must be recovered, that traitor will also be brought back to Shaolin for punishment."

Kongxing's tone was very firm.

His character was originally milder than Kongzhi, but when it came to the inheritance of the sect, he turned into an angry Arhat.

"The traitor must be brought back to Shaolin to be punished, otherwise what is the majesty of Shaolin?"

Kong Zhi was still a little hesitant at first, but now he became firm after hearing Kong Xing's words.

Hearing the words, Kong looked at the two senior brothers and sighed inwardly.

Yes, Shaolin is indeed one of the leaders of righteousness in the world, but that is the imperial court!

Recover martial arts?

Where did the court's martial arts come from?

Didn't they kill people from all schools and sects to collect them? Even if the other party knows my Shaolin martial arts, do you really dare to go to the capital to ask for someone?

770 dare not!

The imperial court's army of one million, how can a Shaolin be able to resist it!

However, the matter of the traitor really needs to be dealt with. Being afraid of the court doesn't mean allowing him to be bullied. No matter what, the other party needs to give an explanation on this matter.