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Chapter 15 Journey to Shaolin (Part [-])
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"This is the Seven Treasure Ring, passed on to you. Well, Wu Yazi has passed away!"

One word from Bai Feiyun broke Su Xinghe's uneasy mood.

"Master, Master..."

Su Xinghe yelled, pushing open the stone door and entering in a bit of despair.

He knew that Master Wu Yazi's days were numbered, but he didn't expect to leave so abruptly.This kind of suddenness made it difficult for him to accept it for a while, and he was completely unprepared for it.

"Ding Chunqiu, let me handle it!"

Bai Feiyun said lightly.

White clouds and blue sky, long years.

Bai Feiyun recalled talking with Wu Yazi all night, his understanding of Beiming's magical skills and Lingbo Weibu's guidance, all of which opened Bai Feiyun's mind, and many things that he had never understood before suddenly became clear.It's just that he was quite impressed by Wu Yazi's final decision.He left freely, or escaped, or maybe he didn't want to see those two classmates again.

With all the emotional entanglements involved, Bai Feiyun was also drunk.At such an advanced age, the three of them couldn't let go.

If he can let go, Wu Xingyun will not stay in Tianshan for decades, and Li Qiushui will not go far to Xixia.

If they let it go, the two of them will not just chase after Xu Zhu to ask Wu Yazi's meaning, but go to Leigu Mountain to visit the grave.

Unexpectedly, Wu Yazi chose to die in the end.

Sitting on the little donkey, Bai Feiyun's heart was silent, and he followed the donkey forward, attracting many people's attention.Among the rivers and lakes, there are really not many people who ride donkeys instead of traveling.

Xiao Feng has now gone to Shaolin, and even met his own father Xiao Yuanshan.Now they are chasing and killing Murong and his son, but for some 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.

In the next chapter, Xuan Ku sighed: "On the day my younger brother received the precept, my teacher named me Xuan Ku. The eight sufferings mentioned by the Buddha are birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment and hatred, love and separation, and not being able to get what I want. My younger brother tried his best. To get rid of these eight sufferings, I am ashamed to say that I can overcome myself, but not others. The suffering of the "resentment meeting" is originally a situation that must exist in life. The past causes should have this kind of karma. Brothers and brothers, My disciple is also a bitter person, so let's raise his hand."

"Senior brother Xuan Ku is right, but my senior brother Xuan Bei was murdered by a traitor a few months ago. If we don't find out, how can we give up? If the Xiao and his son did it, they would be fighting for their lives. Capture them too." Xuannan, the head of the Bodhidharma Academy, shouted loudly.

He, Xuanci and Xuanbei were taught by the same teacher, they have been in love for many years, how can they let go easily.

The new abbot Xuanji waved his hands and lamented: "Amitabha, junior brother Xuannan, this matter is difficult to pursue, and you must not act recklessly. Now my Shaolin is windy and windy, so don't make any more disturbances. Everyone is here today, so let's talk about it, Xuanji How should we decide on the matter of Senior Brother Ci?"

"Senior Brother Xuanci..."

Everyone stopped talking.

Suddenly a clear voice came from afar outside, saying: "When all the eminent monks are discussing matters, they shouldn't bother you, but the young monk also has something to visit. I hope you will forgive me if I disturb you." sent to everyone's ears.The voice came from outside the mountain gate, it was so clear to the ear, but it was upright and peaceful, not shocking to the ears. One can imagine the speaker's inner strength is high and pure; but he was far away, how could he know the scene in the palace?
Xuan Ji was startled for a moment, then mobilized his internal energy and said: "Since you are fellow Buddhists, please come." He also said: "Xuan Ming and Xuan Shi, please welcome the guests for me."

Xuanming and Xuanshi bowed and said: "Yes!" Just turned around, and when they were about to leave the hall, the person outside the door said: "I dare not welcome you. It is a great joy to meet all the eminent monks today. Every time he said a word, his voice became closer, and just after he finished saying the word "Zhi Xi", a middle-aged monk with a dignified appearance appeared at the entrance of the main hall, clasped his hands together, smiled, and said: " Jiumozhi, a mountain monk from the Tubo Kingdom, has a meeting with the abbot of Shaolin Temple." The group of monks were astonished to see him so skillful, and when they heard his application, they suddenly realized, and said: "It turns out that the Tubo National Master Dalunming King has arrived!"

"The national teacher came to the east from far away, but our temple is busy with business. I hope the national teacher will forgive me if I don't go there." Xuanji stood up to greet him, folded his hands and bowed.

"It's the little monk who bothers you, it's really inappropriate." Jiumozhi saluted with palms together.

"Now that I'm here today, I have something important to say, so I would like to ask you all to make it easier for me."

Xuan Ji said: "Please tell me, the national teacher."

"I heard that Shaolin is a sacred place for martial arts, and there is a saying that martial arts in the world come out of Shaolin. I came here this time because I wanted to ask for advice. Second, I came to return Shaolin's 72 unique skills. These three volumes of cheat books are 30 years old. Before now, Mr. Murong will send you off, and afterward, you are a master at your monastery, and this trip to the Central Plains is to return the secret book."

Jiumozhi took out three volumes of secret books from his body.

Xuanji clasped his hands together, and bowed to thank him: "Amitabha, thank you for returning the national teacher from thousands of miles away. I am very grateful to everyone in the temple. As for asking for advice, it's okay. I don't know the national teacher, can you practice a little bit?"

Xuan Ji didn't refuse, now that Shaolin's reputation has been badly damaged, and he wanted to find out about Jiumozhi, he didn't refuse any more.

"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: This monk is talking so loudly, could it be that he is crazy?Therefore, according to old legends, among the eminent monks of the previous generation, there was once a person who had mastered 13 unique skills, known as the "Thirteen Absolute Monks". Shaolin Temple has been built for hundreds of years, and there is only one person.All eminent monks in Shaolin know it well, and Shenshan, Daoqing, etc. are also well known.To say that he is also good at 72 stunts is a lie.Among the 72 unique skills in Shaolin, thirteen or four are extremely difficult to practice. Even if a person with extremely high talent spends a lifetime of hard work on one skill, he may not be able to master it.At this time, there are more than a thousand monks in Shaolin Temple, and the combined number of more than a thousand monks, the 72 unique skills are not complete.Seeing that Jiumozhi is only in his forties, he said that he can accomplish one unique skill every year. Counting from the moment he was born, it would take 72 years of hard work. Each of these 72 unique skills is extremely difficult and complicated. How many kinds can you practice in a year?
Jiumozhi didn't wait for the bronze tripod to fall, he slapped back with his left hand, the posture was exactly the move of Prajna palm "deterring outsiders", the bronze tripod circled half a circle in the air, with a sound of clapping, something fell down, It's just that a lot of incense ash scattered in the tripod, and the smoke filled the air, so I couldn't see what it was for a while.At that time, "Luo Zhong Dongying" had exhausted the energy left in the move, the bronze tripod fell down rapidly, Jiumozhi stretched out his thumb and pressed it forward, a sharp force shot towards him, the bronze tripod suddenly moved halfway to the left ruler.Jiumozhi pressed down three times in a row, the bronze tripod moved a foot and a half before it landed on the ground.All the eminent monks in Shaolin sighed in admiration, knowing that his three strokes seemed ordinary, but the power accumulated in them had reached the level of transcendence and holiness. It was the authentic move of Mahazhi, called "Three Entering Hell".That is to say, it is hard to work hard when practicing these three strokes, and every stroke is like entering hell.

The incense ash gradually scattered, revealing a palm-sized object on the ground. When all the monks saw it, they couldn't help screaming. The object was a brass palm with five fingers like fingers. Gray green.

Xuan Sheng sneered secretly in his heart, his face still remained respectful, and said: "The national teacher is not from my Shaolin school, but he is also proficient in several kung fu such as Maha Finger, Prajna Palm, and Great Vajra Fist?" Jiu Mozhi smiled and said: "Don't dare, please ask Master Xuansheng for advice." Standing slightly to one side, his left palm was suddenly raised horizontally, and his right fist came out with a whirring sound. With a sound of boring, he jumped up. It was the "Luo Zhong Dongying" move in the Great Vajra Fist.It is not too difficult to punch the tripod without touching the tripod but the tripod makes a sound, this punch is obviously thrown forward, but the tripod jumps upwards, it can be seen that the strength of the fist is ingenious, and it has really won the secret of the "Great Vajra Fist".

Seeing that his hand was far better than his own, Xuan Sheng was heartbroken for a moment, and immediately bowed with his palms together, and said: "The divine skill of the national teacher has opened the eyes of this little monk, admire, admire!"

"Little monk, are you here too? It seems that I came here by coincidence?"

A clear and bright voice came from afar outside. Listening to the voice, the breath was resonant, and the other party was very young.

Jiumozhi was annoyed, he has always called himself a little monk, but the world will respect him and call him a national teacher or a master.But Bai Feiyun went against his will, so he called him a little monk.

But after hearing who it was, Jiumozhi's heart inevitably twitched, this bastard also came to Shaolin.

Just as he was thinking about who was coming, a figure had already appeared at the door, his speed was faster than that of Jiumozhi.The faces of all the monks changed suddenly, should I be troubled by Shaolin He today?

"Amitabha, it turned out that it was Mr. Bai who came here, sorry for not being able to greet you from afar." Jiumozhi lowered his eyebrows and looked pleasing to the eye, as if he didn't care about the past festivals.

Bai Feiyun smiled and said, "Little monk, you were quite fast in the last bet. This time, bet again?"

"Master, you are joking, this little monk is no match for you." Jiumozhi replied.

"Ha, is this Shaolin? Bai Feiyun, Baiyun Sword God, has met everyone."

Bai Feiyun saluted and said.At this time, these eminent monks in Shaolin Temple are not top-notch in martial arts, but their character is not bad.

"I've seen Donor Bai, I'm being polite!" Xuan Ji took the lead and saluted.

"In front of the benefactor Bai, the poor monk wants to ask something, and I hope the benefactor can answer it for the poor monk!" Xuannan spoke first.

Bai Feiyun smiled and said: "I heard it at the foot of the mountain, but about Master Xuan Bei's death? He died under the stars, Murong Fu is naturally worse, but Murong Bo faked his death?"

"Benefactor Bai, but you said that my senior brother Xuan Bei died at the hands of that Xianbei Murong Bo?" Xuannan's eyes were burning, he was one of the few monks in Shaolin who had a relatively hot temper.

"Not bad!" Bai Feiyun nodded.

"It really is him!" Xuannan's face was extremely ugly.

Bai Feiyun said: "Little monk, do you want to leave now? What about the things I want?"

Jiumozhi, who was about to retreat, froze at his feet.

"Young master Bai, your request is too high, and this little monk cannot agree." Jiumozhi said.

Bai Feiyun smiled: "Looks like I have to do it again!" He also knows Jiumozhi's nature, and now he has not fully realized it, and he is still focused on dreaming of being number one in the world, how can he bear 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.

(End of this chapter)