The villain is awesome

Zi Shami did not expect that he would be knocked down by a seemingly ordinary and weak palm from a young monk.

Before the time was turned back to a stick of incense, he even made provocative words and ordered the winking little sweeping monk to step down, otherwise he would blow him off with a palm.

The little floor-sweeping monk had a fair face, raised one hand, and showed gentle embarrassment on his face: "Amitabha, you are a Buddha with shaved hair, and a Buddha with hair. Although this little monk is just an ordinary floor-sweeping monk, since he has entered the competition field, how can he not?" Fight and retreat?"

"You kid, do you mean you want to fight with me?" Zisha Mi brushed off his yellow monk robe, sneered, and at the same time he struck out with a palm.

Zi Shami, as the national teacher of Che Sang and the eminent monk of the Samana Dharma religion in the Western Regions, has the capital to be arrogant and arrogant. He is obsessed with martial arts. He has studied Buddhist martial arts in the Western Regions for more than ten years, and he has mastered all Shaolin 72 stunts. There has always been a rare opponent.

He came to the Central Plains this time, with the support of Queen Chasang, to challenge the various sects. Wanfa Temple is just his stepping stone.

Of course he wouldn't pay attention to the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in front of him.

Especially this young monk, with a gentle smile and a white face like a moon, who claimed to be an ordinary monk in the vast crowd, he looked down on him even more.

A wave of powerful vajra palms was swung out, trying to knock people off the ring with a fierce palm wind.

"This mad monk from the Western Regions is well versed in the essence of Shaolin martial arts, young master, be careful!" Subconsciously grasped a heart watching the excitement.

There are also knight-errants in the rivers and lakes, who really can't bear it anymore, so don't make a pretty face.

Shen Jiangling himself thought about it, took off with a few light skills, and entered the crowd like a fish in water. When he was about to wait for the little monk to be kicked out of the ring, he quickly caught him with his sharp eyesight and hands.

This vajra palm is the basic martial arts of Shaolin, its power is like a swift wind and swift shadow, very fierce, if this palm hits the young monk, a layer of skin will be peeled off even if he is not dead.If it happens to hit the heart, I am afraid that the internal organs will be displaced.

Never thought of it.

The young monk didn't dodge it, he seemed frightened by the palm, but he stretched out a thin white palm lightly, stood still, and held the vajra palm forcefully.

Before the pilgrims in the audience saw what was going on, they saw that the vajra palm broke open and turned into a faint circle of golden light, floating around the young monk.

The young, fair and smiling little monk, amidst the golden light, was shining brightly for a moment, like the rising sun, and his spiritual and dynamic temperament, like gods and Buddhas descending quietly from the sky.

"What's the matter? Didn't the palm of this crazy monk from the Western Regions hit?" The crowd of onlookers were whispering, and some people noticed that the special effects on the scene were beautiful and golden, and even rubbed their eyes subconsciously.

Zi Shami was also surprised by this incident. He thought it was a coincidence, so he quickly used the second move "Great Mercy and Great Compassion Qianye Hand". Coincidentally, this move has complicated changes, scattered in the sky like Avalokitesvara It is very similar to the moves of "Taolin Xuying" in Pushing Heart Palm Technique, with nine fakes and one real, eight fakes and one real, and false and real.

The players usually did not deal with Taolin Xuying's move at all.

Ruan Xuezong was different. After he dodged directly, he smashed the Qianye palms, and finally it was his turn to fight back.

He didn't use Shaolin martial arts, and he didn't use the Pushing Palm technique. He stretched out a palm in an ordinary and silent way in front of the public, and blended into the surrounding atmosphere flawlessly.

This palm has no fancy special effects, even in the eyes of many spectators, the speed is as slow as a child's palm, which can be caught by the naked eye.

But the sound of the mountains breaking through the sky like a tsunami seemed to indicate that this was not the case. The pure and absolute aura contained in this palm could clearly overwhelm all things.

Zi Shami leaned back violently, but found that he couldn't avoid it, so he quickly used a martial art on the spot, that is, the "Golden Bell Covered Iron Cloth Shirt" rumored by the outside world, which is a golden peerless secret in the judgment of the game system .

After learning this martial art, he can achieve the effect of stellar energy to protect the body, even if it is punched and kicked, it will not be damaged at all. However, the palm of the little monk was obviously not to hurt him, but to push him directly off the ring.

The exclamation kept rising and falling: "Oh my god——"

Amid the uproar, Zi Shami was pushed from the middle of the ring to the edge of the ring, staggered and stood firmly on the ground, his mind was still in a trance, and then realized that he was out of the ring, and a cold sweat oozes from his back.

He couldn't believe that he was beaten so helplessly by a young monk who was not yet 16 years old.

His lips moved, and his pupils were as wide open as a vajra glaring: "Who are you?"

The little monk returned him with a soft and harmless smile: "Amitabha, this little monk is just an ordinary floor-sweeping monk in Wanfa Temple. Now that the competition is over, this little monk will continue to sweep the floor."

After finishing speaking, the monk picked up the broom and prepared to step down again.

"How is it possible! There are very few people in this world who can draw with the poor monk!" Zi Shami shouted loudly. In fact, it was not a tie. The monk's seemingly ordinary palm knocked him down. Among them, which one is better and which one is worse, which one is higher and which one is lower, even pilgrims who don't understand martial arts can clearly see it at a glance.

"Do it again, I don't accept it! Let's compete again!" Before the white-clothed monk stepped down from the stage, amidst the indignant curses of many spectators in the arena, Zi Shami jumped onto the arena again.

This time he didn't strike a palm, but mastered fists. Shaolin Arhat Fist, Left and Right Chuanhuashou, and 33-way Divine Fist followed one after another.

However, in front of this young boy, it was like a child scratching an itch, Ruan Xuezong easily pushed away the opponent's hand.

"Amitabha." With this beautiful sigh, he landed softly.

For a moment, the young monk turned his head slightly, his face seemed to be full of compassion and trouble, and the fallen leaves around his feet were suddenly blown by the wind. Splitting flowers and blowing willows is generally pleasing to the eye.

At this moment, two completely different energies meet, one is fierce and swift, and the other is indifferent to the world. They collide together and make a roar like a sea tide.

Palm to fist, extremely ridiculous.

Zi Shami originally wanted to laugh, but suddenly felt an unusual guru's power. The other party's weak palm, without any coercion, wrapped his fist, and then Zi Shami felt that he was like A fragile reed, unable to sway in the wind, was forced to retreat step by step, and finally bent down...

He was beaten a second time.

The tournament is over.

Zi Shami, the crazy monk from the Western Regions, lost again. The little monk who swept the floor looked indifferent. He was dressed in white and walked in a calm and graceful posture. As he walked closer and closer, the powerful coercion fell like a mountain. Life swayed and surrendered.

"Hey, what's going on, this little master is so terrifying?"

"Why is this crazy monk also a first-class master in the Western Regions, and the little monk can subdue him with one move?"

All of a sudden, countless pilgrims made noisy discussions, and they all lowered their heads to wonder if they had disrespected the little novice monks of Wanfa Temple by offering incense on weekdays.

The onlookers in the rivers and lakes didn't know the term pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. They just felt good. An ordinary little monk defeated the crazy monk of the Western Regions, but it seemed that he came on stage and defeated him.

"I don't accept it, you must have cheated, you are not a monk from Wanfa Temple at all! You must be a foreign aid invited by Wanfa Temple!" Zi Shami was supported by his disciples of the Western Region Samana Dharma, and after thinking about it, he said sharply, Otherwise, how could there be any reason why after he had beaten invincible opponents all around, a young monk suddenly came up and defeated him?

"Amitabha, you've made a fortune, benefactor." Ruan Xuezong clasped his hands together, showing compassion on his face. He not only had a broom in his hand, but also a string of black Buddhist beads that all disciples of Wanfa Temple had.

Wearing a loose monk's robe, he appeared to be thin. He said: "The meaning of the martial arts competition between East and West Buddhism is to exchange ideas with each other, not to win or lose fame and competitiveness. Buddhist disciples should be like this..."

At this point, feeling the breath-holding and focused eyes of the surrounding people, Ruan Xuezong uttered the eternally sung couplet: "Here, the little monk has a sentence for everyone. The sound of the Buddha's call will call back many people in the dream of the boundless sea of ​​​​suffering. The evening drum and the morning bell Awakened so many famous people in the world[1], the purpose of martial arts is to strengthen the body, and you must not lose your heart in everything. Amitabha."

As soon as he finished speaking, a chime sounded just in time, and it vibrated in the entire mountain forest like a ringing cloud, startling countless flocks of fluttering birds.

The bell sounded just right, and all the pilgrims onlookers were shocked by the lingering sound, and they subconsciously said in unison: "Amitabha." This couplet that struck the soul made Zishami speechless, and also made countless previous comments on Wanfa Temple. The knight-errant who cursed loudly, lowered his head in shame, "Thank you for your guidance, Master, I really have a clue."

How detached and refined the eminent monks of the Wanfa Temple are, how can they be the ones who are trying to win a little victory.

Don't ask Ruan Xuezong why he knew the bell would ring just right, just ask when it's time for dinner.

After pretending to be coercive, Ruan Xuezong picked up the broom and turned into an ordinary floor sweeping monk again, but at this time no one dared to look down, and they respectfully gave way to him like sea water.

A group of young disciples from Wanfa Temple in the distance were also in an uproar. They looked at each other in a dazed manner and said, "Senior Brother Ruzong is so powerful, you can't usually see it."

"No wonder the masters have always liked him. It turns out that this is 'real people don't show their faces'."

Among the crowd, only Du Rulan remained unchanged, her amber eyes drooping slightly.

Standing on the tree, Shen Jiangling also smiled, and said in his heart: I didn't expect Wanfa Temple to have such a handsome and outstanding little master besides Su Zhai. It was the first stop when I first came out of the rivers and lakes to meet such an amazing talent. Such a beautiful person, this trip is really worthwhile.

Thinking of this, he mentions light work and sweeps away.

His lightness kung fu is peerless, and there are very few people in the world who can catch him, but he did not expect that when he left, Ruan Xuezong noticed his back.

Today, I watched a pleasing event with twists and turns. As the sun went down, the pilgrims left contentedly.

In this East-West Buddhist martial arts competition, Wanfa Temple won the victory. The winner who defeated the crazy monk in the Western Regions was a young novice monk who was not yet sixteen. After the competition, the opponent gave a warning motto!The news spread through word of mouth, and swept across a large area of ​​martial arts overnight. Countless pilgrims and believers rushed to Wanfa Temple, bringing countless incense to Wanfa Temple.

At the foot of Wanfa Temple Mountain, the teahouse storytellers who had witnessed this competition with their own eyes were even more crowded.

"By the way, that little monk is an ordinary sweeping monk from Wanfa Temple. He seems to have only one leaf of Bodhi in his eyes. He didn't intend to compete in martial arts but accidentally entered the ring... He saw a crane screaming into the clouds, and the crazy monk from the Western Regions fell to the ground. Shouting that I don't accept it, Wanfa Temple is really worthy of 'Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon'..."

It caused applause.

On the official road of this place, a man in his thirties in Chinese clothes was sitting in a luxurious carriage, and he heard the lively and excited discussions of the common people from a distance. An Ran said: "I heard that the Wanfa Temple won a big victory in this martial arts competition between the East and the West?"

"Yes... Lord, it's just a martial arts tournament. Wanfa Temple is full of talents. It's not surprising to win, but it's strange to lose." A servant riding on a tall horse said this, and then he saw the person in the sedan chair waving He waved his hand, and hurriedly shuddered, leaned his head, and nodded after listening to the order with a solemn expression.

"Turn the road and go to Wanfa Temple to offer incense!"