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Well, Wu Yazi has passed away."
Bai Feiyun's words dispersed Su Xinghe's anxious mood.
"Master, Master" Su Xinghe shouted, pushing open the stone door and going in with some despair.
He knew that Master Wu Yazi's days were numbered, but he didn't expect that he would leave so suddenly.
This suddenness made it difficult for him to accept it for a while, and he was completely unprepared for it.
"Ding Chunqiu, leave it to me to solve the problem."
Bai Feiyun said lightly.
White clouds, blue sky, long years.
Bai Feiyun thought about his one-night talk with Wu Yazi, his understanding of the Beiming Divine Art, and Ling Bo Weibu's guidance, which opened up Bai Feiyun's mind, and many things he had never understood before suddenly became clear.
But he was quite impressed by Wu Yazi's final decision.
Leaving freely, or escaping, or maybe not wanting to see those two classmates again.
Bai Feiyun was also intoxicated by all the emotional entanglements here.
At such an old age, these three people can't let go.
If he could let things go, Wu Xingyun would not have stayed in Tianshan for decades, and Li Qiushui would not have left Xixia.
If they let things go, the two of them would not just chase Xu Zhu and ask Wu Yazi what he meant, but would go to Leigu Mountain to visit the grave.
Unexpectedly, Wu Yazi chose to die in the end.
Sitting on the little donkey, Bai Feiyun felt silent in his heart.
As the donkey moved forward, it attracted many people's attention.
There are really not many people riding donkeys in the world.
Xiao Feng has now gone to Shaolin, and has even met his biological father Xiao Yuanshan.
Murong and his son are now being hunted, but for some unknown reason, Murong and his son have disappeared for many days.
Songshan Shaolin.
"Amitabha, these days, the rivers and lakes are turbulent, and my Shaolin is also in turmoil.
Alas, the rivers and lakes have been troubled since then."
Xuanji, who was sitting at the top, said with a sad look on his face.
Next, Xuanku sighed: "On the day I took the precepts, my ancestor named me Xuanku.
The eight sufferings mentioned by the Buddha are birth, old age, illness, death, meeting with resentment, separation from love, and not being able to seek what I want.
I try my best.
I am ashamed to say that I have escaped these eight kinds of sufferings.
Ashamed, I can only save myself, but I cannot save others.
The suffering of resentment and resentment is inevitable in life.
It is due to this karma.
Brothers and sisters, my disciples are also suffering people. , just raise your hand."
"Senior brother Xuanku is right, but my senior brother Xuanbei was killed by an adulterer a few months ago.
If we don't find out, how can we let it go?
If it was the Xiao father and son who did it, they would fight for their lives.
We need to capture them," Xuan Nan, the leader of Bodhidharma Academy, shouted.
He, Xuanci and Xuanbei were taught by the same master.
They have been in love for many years, so how can they let go of them so easily.
The new abbot Xuanji waved his hands and lamented: "Amitabha, Junior Brother Xuannan, this matter is difficult to pursue, so we must not act recklessly.
Now our Shaolin is in trouble, don't make any more troubles.
Everyone is here today, let me talk about it, Xuannan How should we make decisions regarding Brother Ci?”
"Senior Brother Xuanci" Everyone stopped talking.
Suddenly, a clear and clear voice came from far away from outside, saying: "You shouldn't disturb the senior monks when they are discussing matters, but the young monk also has something to visit.
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I apologize for any intrusion."
Every word, every word, is clear.
It was sent to everyone's ears.
The voice came from outside the mountain gate.
It was so clear to the ears, but it was neutral and peaceful.
It did not shock the ears.
The speaker's inner strength was high and pure.
One can imagine how he could know the scene in the palace when he was far away.
Xuanji was startled for a moment, then used his inner strength to say, "Since we are fellow Buddhists, please come."
He then said, "Junior brothers Xuan Ming and Xuan Shi, please greet the guests on my behalf."
Xuan Ming and Xuan Shi bowed and said, "Yes."
Just as they turned around, when they were about to leave the temple, the man outside the door said, "I don't dare to accept the greeting.
It is really a great joy to meet all the eminent monks today."
"Every time he said a word, his voice got a few feet closer.
As soon as he finished saying the word "hi", a man appeared at the door of the hall.
The middle-aged monk with solemn treasures clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Monk Jiumozhi from the mountain of Tubo is here to see the abbot of Shaolin Temple."
The group of monks were extremely surprised to see him with such skill.
They waited to hear that he had signed up. , suddenly realized, and said: "It turns out that the Tubo Imperial Master, King Maha Lunming, has arrived."
"The Imperial Master has come from far away to the east, but our temple is busy with affairs.
I hope the Imperial Master will forgive me if I can't be there."
Xuanji stood up to greet him, clasped his hands and bowed.
"But it's the young monk who's causing trouble.
It's really inappropriate."
Jiumozhi put his hands together in greeting.
"As soon as I come today, the young monk has something important to say, and I would like to ask you all to make it easier for me."
Xuanji said: "Master, please speak."
"I have long heard that Shaolin is the holy land of martial arts, and it is said that the world's martial arts originated from Shaolin.
The young monk came here because he wanted to ask for advice.
Secondly, he came to return the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin.
These three volumes of secret books are Thirty years ago, Mr.
Murong gave it to me.
It was only after the fact that you are the master of your temple.
This time, Zhongyuan and his party are here to return the secret book. " Jiumozhi took out three volumes of secret books from his body.
Xuanji clasped his hands together and bowed to express his thanks: "Amitabha, thank you so much for the imperial master who sent you back thousands of miles away.
I am deeply grateful to everyone in our temple.
As for asking for advice, there is no harm.
I don't know the imperial master, so I can practice a little or two."
Xuanji didn't refuse.
Now that Shaolin's reputation had been greatly damaged, and he wanted to find out more about Jiumozhi, he no longer refused.
"The young monk has studied for decades and learned everything by luck."
Jiumozhi smiled slightly.
The faces of all the monks changed, and they all thought: Could this monk be crazy because of his arrogant words?
According to old legends, there was one eminent monk of the previous generation who had mastered thirteen unique skills, and was known as the "Thirteen Unrivaled Divine Monks".
Shaolin Temple was built The temple has been in existence for hundreds of years, and there is only one person there.
All the eminent monks in Shaolin know it very well, and they also have a thorough understanding of Shenshan and Daoqing.
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To say that he is good at all seventy-two unique skills is a lie.
Among the seventy-two Shaolin skills, thirteen or four are extremely difficult to practice.
Even a very talented person may not be able to master one skill all his life.
At this time, there were more than a thousand monks in the entire Shaolin Temple, and with the combined gathering of more than a thousand monks, the seventy-two unique skills could not be fully counted.
Seeing that Jiumozhi was only about forty years old, he said that it would take seventy-two years to complete one stunt every year, counting from the moment he was born.
Each of these seventy-two stunts was extremely difficult and complicated.
Could it be that he could practice several skills in one year?
Jiumozhi didn't wait for the bronze cauldron to fall, and slapped a backhand with his left hand.
His posture was exactly the move of "destroying the outsiders" in Prajna Palm.
The bronze cauldron spun half a circle in the air, and with a clapping sound, something fell down.
However, a lot of incense ash dispersed in the cauldron, and the smoke filled the air, making it difficult to see what it was for a while.
At that time, the remaining power of the "Luo Zhongdong Ying" move was exhausted, and the bronze tripod fell rapidly.
Jiumozhi stretched out his thumb and pushed it forward, and a sharp finger force shot towards it.
The bronze tripod suddenly moved half to the left. ruler.
Jiumozhi pressed down three times in a row, and the bronze tripod moved a foot and a half before it landed on the ground.
All the eminent monks in Shaolin were impressed, knowing that his three strokes may seem ordinary, but the power contained in them has actually reached the level of transcendence and sainthood.
It is the authentic move of Maha Finger, called "Three Entrances to Hell".
That is to say, the pain of practicing these three strokes is as painful as entering hell every time.
The incense ashes gradually scattered, revealing a palm-sized object on the ground.
When the monks saw it, they couldn't help but scream.
The object was a brass palm with five fingers.
The edge of the palm shone like gold, but the back of the palm was Gray green.
Xuan Sheng secretly sneered in his heart, with a respectful look on his face, and said: "The national master is not a member of my Shaolin sect, but he is also proficient in several kung fu such as Maha Finger, Prajna Palm, and Vajra Fist."
Jiumo Zhi smiled and said: "I don't dare, please ask Xuan Master Sheng gave instructions."
He leaned slightly to his side, suddenly raised his left palm, and punched out with his right fist.
The bronze cauldron for burning incense in front of the Tathagata Buddha's seat was hit by the force of the fist, and with a boring sound, it jumped up.
It was the Great Vajra.
One move in boxing is "Luo Zhongdong Ying".
It's not that difficult for the fist to hit the cauldron but the bronze cauldron makes a sound.
This punch is clearly thrown forward, but the bronze cauldron jumps upwards.
This shows that the skill of the punch is really the secret of "Dajang Fist".
Xuansheng saw that his skills were far better than his own, and he felt as if he was dead.
He immediately clasped his hands and bowed, saying: "The master's magical skills are so eye-opening to this young monk, I admire him, I admire him."
"Young monk, you are here too.
It seems like it is a coincidence that I came here."
A clear voice came from far away from outside.
Listening to the voice, it sounded loud and clear.
The other person was very young.
Jiumozhi was annoyed.
He always called himself a monk, but people in the world would respect him and call him a national teacher or a master.
Bai Feiyun went against his will and called him little monk.
But after he understood who it was, Jiumozhi felt a little twitching in his heart.
This bastard actually came to Shaolin.
Just when he was thinking about who it was, a figure had already appeared at the door.
His speed was even faster than Jiumozhi's.
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The expressions of the monks suddenly changed.
Is there anything going on in Shaolin today?
"Amitabha, it turns out that Mr.
Bai is here.
I'm sorry for not being able to greet you from afar."
Jiumozhi lowered his eyebrows and seemed not to care about past festivals.
Bai Feiyun smiled and said: "Little monk, last time I made a bet, you ran pretty fast.
This time, I'll make another bet."
"Young Master is joking.
This young monk is no match for Young Master."
Jiumozhi responded.
"Ha, is this Shaolin?
I'm Bai Feiyun, the sword god of Baiyun.
I've met you all."
Bai Feiyun saluted and said.
At this time, the martial arts of these eminent monks in Shaolin Temple are not top-notch, but their character is pretty good.
"I've met Donor Bai, I'm so polite."
Xuanji took the lead and saluted.
"In front of the donor, the poor monk has something to ask.
I hope the donor can answer the question for the poor monk."
Xuannan spoke first.
Bai Feiyun smiled and said: "I heard it at the foot of the mountain, but regarding the death of Master Xuanbei, he died under the influence of the stars.
Murong Fu was naturally a little worse, but didn't Murong Bo fake his death?"
"The intention of the donor is to say that my senior brother Xuanbei died in the hands of Murong Bo, the Xianbei people."
Xuannan's eyes were filled with fire.
He was one of the few monks in Shaolin with a hot temper.
"Not bad" Bai Feiyun nodded.
"It's really him."
Xuannan looked extremely ugly.
Bai Feiyun said: "Little monk, do you want to leave now?
What do I want?"
Jiumozhi, who was about to retreat, hesitated.
"Mr.
Bai, your request is too much, and I cannot agree to it," Jiumozhi said.
Bai Feiyun smiled: "It seems that I have to do it again."
He also knew the nature of Jiumozhi.
He has not yet fully realized it, and he is still dreaming of being the best in the world.
How can he tolerate his attitude?
"Amitabha, the young monk is really helpless.
I just took action against Mr.
Bai.
Please forgive me."
As soon as Jiumozhi finished speaking, he had already used the flaming knife
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