Fengyun's Godless Juexin

Suspecting him, he nodded.

But Jue Xin glanced at Jue Tian seemingly inadvertently, and a trace of suspicion quietly flashed in his deep black eyes.

The big ship continued to sail, and finally docked slowly after two hours.

Jue Wushen led the crowd to disembark, and the sub-helmsman who had been notified in advance prepared hundreds of horses and waited for them.

Jue Wushen stepped on a bay red horse that was extremely handsome, and galloped towards the Central Plains.

Juexin Juetian and hundreds of elite subordinates hurriedly selected their own horses and followed closely.

Hundreds of people stayed overnight at Xiaoxing, and after traveling for nearly a month, they finally arrived at the boundary of Songshan Mountain in Henan Province.

This location is in the Central Plains, and the power of Absolute God is far from here, so he had to spend a lot of money to buy a deserted manor for the people he brought to live in.

After resting for several days, Jue Wushen sent spies disguised as pilgrims to Shaolin Temple to inquire about the situation after they were exhausted.

Four or five days later, after Jue Wushen synthesized the information in his hands and roughly estimated the strength of both sides, he summoned Jue Xin Jue Tian and Tian Xing and announced to them that he had planned a detailed plan to enter the Shaolin Temple at night in advance.

The three of Jue Xin listened silently, and finally Tian Xing asked: "I heard that there are so many masters in Shaolin Temple. With only the four of us sneaking in, will the power be too weak? Do you want to bring more people with you?"

"No need." Jue Wushen shook his head and said, "We have to attack secretly. It would be a bad thing if there are too many people. And with the skill of the four of us, it is enough to deal with all emergencies."

Jue Xin nodded in agreement: "Shaolin Temple is known as a decent sect, so it is certain that they will not do things that bully the few to prove the truth. If we are discovered, we only need to propose a one-on-one confrontation with their people, and they will definitely not reject."

"That's right." Jue Wushen said: "Me, Xin'er, and Tian Xing sneaked into the Buddhist scriptures Pavilion at midnight to find the whereabouts of the Golden Bell Shade, and Tian'er was in charge of letting the wind outside. If there is any situation, immediately use the firework signal to warn."

The four of them finished their discussions, went back and made preparations, and then rode to the foot of Songshan Mountain.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, and the four of them took out dry food from their bags and had a quick dinner. Then they chose a remote path and took advantage of the night to climb Songshan Mountain.

The four climbed to the top of Mount Shaoshi, and the majestic and majestic thousand-year-old temple finally gradually appeared in sight.

At this time, it was about two o'clock, and the four of them waited for a long time, and judged that it was one o'clock to three o'clock, and then performed lightness kung fu to come to the outside of the tall courtyard wall of Shaolin Temple, jumped on the top of the wall and turned into the temple.

It was pitch black in Shaolin Temple, and all the monks had already rested.

The four of them used the trees to hide their bodies, and looked around quietly, only to see that the place was very quiet, no one came out to watch the night, and they didn't know if Shaolin Temple believed that it was the best school in the world, no one dared to come to make trouble.

According to the topographical map handed over by the spies, the four quickly found the location of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

Jue Wushen signaled Jue Tian to go up to the roof of the Sutra-Depository Pavilion to watch the wind, and then walked into the dead and silent Sutra-Depository Pavilion first.

Jue Xin and Tian Xing were not to be outdone, and followed closely.

The three of them entered the Sutra Pavilion, and Jue Wushen took out a torch from his arms and lit it with a paper medium. The dark room immediately lit up with an orange light.

Jue Xin hastily took out several prepared candles and lit them one by one.

The three of them held a candle each, and flipped through the books in the scripture cabinet full of bookshelves.

Jue Xin flipped through a whole shelf of books, but they were all scriptures such as the Heart Sutra, the Vajra Sutra, the Bodhi Sutra, the Mahayana Prajna Sutra, and looking at the expressions of Jue Wushen and Tian Xing, he immediately judged that they also got nothing.

The three of them immediately turned to other bookshelves, each immersed in searching.

At this moment, a bright firework flashed through the air.

Absolutely Wushen immediately raised his head and said, "Withdraw!"

The three of them dropped the scriptures at the same time and jumped out of the scripture storage pavilion.

I saw dozens of torches lit up not far from the pavilion, which obviously surrounded the Sutra Pavilion tightly.

Juetian jumped off the roof, nervously said: "Daddy, we are surrounded, what should we do?"

Absolutely Wushen didn't take it seriously, and waved his hand indifferently, signaling to wait and see what happened.

After a while, an old voice sounded: "Amitabha, I don't know where a distinguished guest came to our temple late at night, please tell us your name!"

Following the sound, a tall and clear elderly monk walked in slowly.

Behind him, dozens of Shaolin stick monks followed closely, each of them holding a subduing demon stick, with expressions on their faces as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Jue Wushen stared at the opposite monk with his dark eyes, raised his palm in salute and said, "I am in the East China Sea, Jue Wushen, I wonder which eminent monk you are?"

The old monk replied: "It turned out to be the owner of the Wushenjue Palace. I really missed him. The poor monk Bodhidharma is the head of Hongde."

Jue Wushen heard the words and said solemnly: "I have admired the eminent monk's name for a long time, and it is like thunder piercing my ears."

He had indeed heard of this master Hongde, it was said that he was one of the best masters in Shaolin Temple, and his skill was no longer inferior to the abbot of Shaolin.

Hongde hurriedly said modestly: "Don't dare, dare not. I don't know what the benefactor wants to do when he visits late at night?"

Jue Wushen saw that he behaved politely, so he also politely replied: "To be honest, I would like to borrow the golden bell cover of your temple to read it."

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately caused an uproar.

Hongde turned around quickly, raised his hands to signal the monks behind him to be quiet, and then turned around and said: "Amitabha, the books in our temple are never borrowed, please return them, benefactor."

Jue Wushen had already expected that he would refuse, so he laughed and said: "I just borrowed it, and I don't want to keep it for myself. Master's move is really stingy. Why don't you be accommodating and lend the golden bell jar to me?" How about watching this place for one night, lest the two sides use force to hurt the peace?"

Hongde's complexion changed slightly, and he said: "This is the temple rule, please forgive the poor monk for not being able to obey. If you don't leave quickly, no wonder Shaolin Temple is rude to you!"

Jue Wushen smiled slightly, and said: "I want to learn Shaolin's unique skills."

Seeing that the other party insisted on refusing to leave, Hongde had no choice but to order Shaolin Fuhu formation.

Immediately, eighteen stick monks rushed out, surrounding the four Jue Wushen.

Jue Wushen glanced at Tian Xing and said, "I'll leave it to you."

Tian Xing accepted the order with a nod, and immediately put on a stance, intending to experience Shaolin Temple's famous hundreds of years of crouching tiger formation empty-handed.

Seeing that he was so big, all the monks couldn't help showing anger, and they all rushed forward with their sticks in their hands.

A few people stood in the formation, only listening to the whistling of the sticks, and the shadows of the sticks in front of them were as heavy as mountains. The power of the stick formation formed by the eighteen monks naturally increased geometrically on the basis of the sum of the skills of the 18 monks.

21. Stealing cheats

Jue Wushen squinted his eyes slightly, completely ignoring this amazingly powerful stick array.

He stretched out his hands, and at the same time grabbed Juexin Juetian beside him, secretly raised his power and jumped slightly.

Everyone felt a blur in front of their eyes, and when they looked again, they saw that the three of them, Jue Wushen, had fallen outside the crouching tiger formation.

At this moment, even Master Hongde, who is used to seeing masters, couldn't help but change his face slightly. He never dreamed that Shaolin Temple has always been famous for its tight defense. Wushen's martial arts are unfathomable.

Naturally, the Eighteen Stick Monks here were even more horrified, and even the morale that was originally high was weaker invisibly.

Under the ups and downs, Tian Xing was refreshed, and quickly used what he had learned in his life. His tall figure was like a dragon in the sky, evading like a god in the shadow of heavy sticks, and his chopping and blocking moves were exquisite, but only dozens of moves Afterwards, he was forced out of Shaolin Fuhu Formation's flaw.

Then he twisted his waist and came to a monk with a weaker skill like lightning, using his bare hands to strike the sword, he grabbed the wooden stick he swung with his hands and snatched it away. He knocked the wooden sticks from the hands of the two monks who came to the rescue to the ground, and easily broke through the stick array that had surrounded countless masters.

Jue Wushen stepped forward and said: "The crouching tiger array has been broken, please enlighten me, Master."

Master Hongde was silent, and after a while, he looked at the middle-aged monks behind him, and said, "Junior Brother Hongfa, form a vajra subduing demon circle."

This vajra subduing demon circle is the magic weapon of the Shaolin Temple, and its power is naturally not the same as that of the subduing tiger formation.

Jue Wushen looked back at Jue Xin, and said, "Xin'er, go and experience the power of this vajra subduing demon circle."

Juexin accepted the order, and walked slowly into the arena.

The few middle-aged monks quickly jumped onto the stage each holding a Zen stick, surrounding Jue Xin like horns.

The three monks walked steadily, with a magnificent bearing, and their eyes were full of divine light. Their skills were much higher than the eighteen stick monks just now.

As soon as the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle was formed, a dignified and murderous aura immediately formed in the field.

A leaf fell from the branch above the heads of the three monks, but it was blocked by the invisible momentum, and could not float inside the circle surrounded by them, turned around and landed on the ground outside the circle.

Jue Xin's face was solemn, and he secretly raised the Tian Luo Gang Qi to the highest level, so as to be able to contend with the invisible pressure brought by the three monks.

The three monks saw that this year's Fang Ruoguan young man was able to resist the invisible energy of the three of them, and they immediately gave up their hearts to underestimate the enemy.

"Amitabha," the leader Hongfa proclaimed the Buddha's chant: "little benefactor, please light up your weapons."

Jue Xin said indifferently: "I am used to fighting the enemy with bare hands."

The three monks couldn't help being angry when they saw that he was so arrogant.

However, these three monks have studied and understood the Dharma on weekdays, and they have excellent self-cultivation and patience. Seeing Jue Xin's confident appearance, he knew that he must have special skills to dare to be so proud, so they all secretly raised their kung fu and waved together The Zen stick brought a gust of strong wind to cover Juexin.

Jue Xin concentrated on observing the opponent's moves, and saw that the two monks at the side and the rear were holding Zen sticks to completely block his retreat, while Hongfa in the front shouted violently, raised his Zen sticks and smashed them down on his head.

The name of this stick is 'drinking the head', but it is the condensed life-long work of propagating the Dharma.