The Heavens Are Unlimited: Starting from One's Martial Arts

Chapter 226
Even if Lu Ming reached the half-step realm of a terrestrial immortal, he could see ten lines at a glance and read most of the scriptures, but it still took several days.

"Burned?"

Lu Ming flipped through Bodhidharma's "diary".

"Not feasible, not feasible."

"It must be my words, and I don't want to see my diary burned by future generations."

"Besides, I don't know if the men in black and the villains are looking for these three volumes of scriptures, and burning them rashly is not appropriate."

"That's right!"

Lu Ming patted his forehead, his eyes flashed brightly.

"I'm just a floor-sweeping monk, why bother?"

"Give the three volumes of scriptures to Abbot Jueyuan, and let him have a headache!"

Lu Ming laughed a few times in a cheerful mood, with an expression of how smart I am.

At this time, an anxious call sounded outside the Sutra Pavilion.

"Holy Monk Miaochen, Holy Monk Miaochen, please see me from a distance!"

"I was just looking for him, and he came to the door on his own initiative."

Lu Ming waved his monk's robe, and with a long and thick soft force, he pushed open the door of the Sutra Pavilion.

"Abbot, please come in."

A clear and lofty voice came from the attic of the library.

Anxious and irritable, Abbot Jueyuan was pacing back and forth at the door of the Sutra Library.

Hearing Lu Ming's summons and willing to see him, Abbot Jueyuan couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Abbot Jueyuan hurried in.

After going upstairs, he saw the handsome and handsome Lu Ming, sitting cross-legged.

In front of him, there is another futon, which seems to be prepared for himself.

Abbot Jueyuan clasped his hands together and bowed in salute: "Amitabha, I, Jueyuan, have met... a holy monk."

Lu Ming stood up with one hand, nodded slightly, and made a gesture of please sit down.

"Thank you, Holy Monk."

Abbot Jueyuan sat down cautiously.

As the abbot of Shaolin Temple, facing a sweeping monk in the Sutra Pavilion, he felt a bit cautious and nervous.

The little novice who was ordained for him has now grown to a height that he cannot look up to!
There is both a pilgrimage mood and a little complicated.

Lu Ming asked: "I don't know why the abbot is looking for the poor monk?"

Abbot Jueyuan said anxiously: "Holy Monk, the imperial court has issued an order to exterminate Buddhism, and the governor and Zhizhou have led a group of elite troops to attack the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple!"

"Buddha extermination order!?"

Lu Ming frowned, and looked at Abbot Jue Yuan in surprise.

Is Shaolin Temple so troubled by disasters?
Just after the demon sect was defeated, the imperial court attacked again.

Abbot Jueyuan asked, "Holy Monk, is there a way to rescue him?"

Lu Ming sighed, raised his palm with one hand, and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, what a troubled time."

"To deal with the order to destroy Buddha, it is natural to untie the bell and tie the bell."

"It seems that the poor monk is going down the mountain to travel, and he will go to the Great Zhou Imperial City first, and visit the current saint."

Lu Ming glanced at the three volumes of ancient scriptures.

He was originally planning to throw a hot potato to Abbot Jueyuan.

This time it was good, one hot potato was not thrown away, and another hot potato was caught.

"Abbot Shaolin, all the monks in the temple, I give you a moment to come out and accept the surrender, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless and burning Shaolin Temple!!"

The governor shouted outside the mountain gate, his voice was thick and loud, so deafening that even the Buddhist scriptures pavilion could hear it.

All the monks in the temple panicked.

"What should we do, are we going out?"

"Why go out, go out is death!"

"Haven't you heard that Emperor Wen issued an order to exterminate Buddhism, and countless temples were burned down? Monks and nuns were killed until their heads rolled down!"

When the monks in the temple talked about the order to exterminate the Buddha, their expressions changed and they kept silent.

A warrior monk's eyes were about to burst and he said angrily: "Amitabha, isn't Emperor Wen afraid of retribution?"

"Retribution? Emperor Wen is the true son of heaven, the king of the dynasty, with luck and luck, it is difficult to deal with him."

"The Buddha is above, please lower the Buddha's wrath and punish those who blaspheme the Buddha."

"Hey, I don't know what happened when the abbot invited the holy monk."

The desperate monks can only pin their dim hopes on the holy monk Miaochen.

Outside the Shaolin Temple, there are cold armor and iron clothes, and the soldiers are fierce.

Teams of elite soldiers stood in front of the mountain gate, like black clouds pressing down on the city, the army was magnificent, solemn and majestic.

Unlike the members of the Demon Sect, what the Great Zhou army brought was discipline and chilling, unlike mobs.

The governor, who was wearing a court uniform embroidered with a white crane, snorted coldly, waved his hand and said, "It's half an hour, set fire to the temple!"

"As ordered!"

Team after team of archers bent their bows and shot arrows, alternating back and forth.

Night is getting darker.

"Boom"

The first sharp arrow, like a faint spark, was invisible, pierced between the roof tiles of the Hall of Heavenly Kings with a "ding".

The next moment, the night was illuminated!
"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Hundreds of arrows, burning with fire, pierced the sky and fell towards the temple.

Seeing that the hundreds of thousands of years old temple was about to be destroyed, a monk in blue monk clothes appeared on the roof of the Temple of Heavenly Kings.

Lu Ming stood with one hand behind his back, facing the flaming arrows shot from the night sky with a calm expression.

With a wave of the wide sleeves of the monk's robe, majestic force was lifted out of the air, turning into a golden wind, extinguishing the flames, rolling up thousands of arrows, and falling aside.

The mighty array of arrows was easily resolved by Lu Ming.

"Hey, I'll be stubbornly resisting!"

The governor snorted coldly.

Knowing that there are masters in Shaolin Temple, the governor not only mobilized a large number of troops, but also equipped with a heavy weapon in the army-Meteor Crossbow!

The meteor crossbow has great penetrating power, and it is the sharp weapon of the Great Zhou court against high-grade powerhouses.

A meteor crossbow might not be able to hurt a high-grade expert.

But what about ten meteor crossbows?
What about the Hundred Meteor Crossbows?

What's more, the governor also ordered the soldiers to bring in three artillery pieces!
Hundreds of meteor crossbows can break formations and pose a threat to sixth- and fifth-grade masters, so artillery is used to deal with fourth-grade experts.

From the governor's point of view, the young-looking Lu Ming was at best a fifth-rank monk in the monastery.

Hundreds of meteor crossbows are enough to deal with it!

"Meteor crossbow is ready."

The archers put on the Meteor Crossbow.

Made a crossbow bolt out of fine iron, quickly installed it on the crossbow arm, and aimed it at Lu Ming who was standing on the roof of the Heavenly King Hall.

Zhizhou beside the governor smiled and said, "My lord, do you think that monk is stupid to stand on a high place and make a living target for our archers."

"Could it be that he has practiced Shaolin Temple's unique cross-training martial arts--King Kong is not bad?"

The governor said disapprovingly: "So what if King Kong is not bad? Under Da Zhou's meteor crossbow, he can only become a hedgehog."

After saying that, the governor raised his voice and waved his hand: "Archery!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There was a sound of crossbow arrows leaving the string and the string trembling.

Heavy arrows made of fine iron, with unimaginable penetrating power, pierced the night sky like lightning and shot at Lu Ming.

This kind of ordnance, known as a forbidden weapon, was a treasure used by the Zhou Dynasty to intimidate the world.

The power is huge, and if there are too many, it can even threaten the masters of the sixth and fifth ranks.

It's a pity that Lu Ming is not a fifth-rank expert.

Even if a fifth-rank expert has practiced the Vajra Indestructible Magic Art, he still cannot withstand the heavy rain of hundreds of refined iron crossbow arrows.

But Lu Ming is half a land god!
The word "immortal" weighs more than Mount Tai, how could it be killed by ordinary power?
With Lu Ming's sleeves rolled up, hundreds of ferocious iron crossbow arrows were wrapped in the golden palm wind, guided by the majestic force, and turned around in the semi-air-conditioning, but turned towards the governor and others on the mountain road.

The governor gasped for breath.

Zhizhou was so frightened that he retreated behind the soldiers and asked the soldiers to set up shields to defend.

Lu Ming stood proudly without firing hundreds of crossbow arrows.

He circulated the Great Sun Tathagata's magical skills, and even smelted the crossbow arrows with his true energy just reaching the sun.

In the dark night, a crossbow arrow emitted high-temperature golden-red color, melted quickly, and gathered into a pool of hot molten iron.

The governor said in amazement: "What kind of martial arts supernatural power is this?"

Zhizhou replied in a low voice: "It is rumored that there is a palm technique in the Jianghu. It can be practiced at a high level and can melt gold and iron. It is called Nanming Lihuo Palm..."

The governor frowned and interrupted: "Nonsense, he is obviously a monk, a monk from Shaolin Temple!"

Zhizhou straightened his black gauze hat, coughed dryly, and said hurriedly: "Shaolin's unique skill - Sun Tathagata Palm, also has this magical power."

"But to reach his level, at least a fourth-rank master!"

"Fourth grade, is he the newly promoted head of Shaolin Temple?"

"It seems that at such a young age, Shaolin Temple is really unfathomable if it can become a fourth grade."

Lu Ming smelted hundreds of fine iron crossbow arrows into a huge broken sword, stuck it on the side of the mountain gate, and said loudly: "The poor monk Miaochen, if you don't want to increase the number of killings, you should retreat."

His voice was not too loud, but it could clearly echo in everyone's ears.

The governor said loudly: "There is a decree in the Holy Spirit, and it is not easy for subordinate officials to disobey it."

"If the eminent monk can lead all the monks to leave Shaolin Temple and Zhongzhou, the lower officials are willing to make their own opinions and seek a chance for you."

Leaving Shaolin Temple?
Want to leave Zhongzhou?

Lu Ming frowned, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry."

"Hey, then we have to fight each other and send you to the Western Paradise!"

The governor sighed and prepared to mobilize the artillery to bombard the Shaolin Temple directly.

But thinking that there is a fourth-rank monk here, it will always be a problem if he is not dealt with first.

When the governor came to the army, he saw a magnificent veteran in bright armor and a suanni helmet.

"My subordinates pay homage to General Shenwei, and ask the general to take action to eradicate the traitors!"

The mighty general is the trump card for destroying Shaolin this time.

The top military general facing the top, a half-step second-rank peerless powerhouse, and a marksman at the same time!

The burly veteran said in a low voice: "Bring my sun-shooting bow and Luohong arrow!"

I saw two people carrying a big golden bow that was one person tall.

Another person raised a heavy silver arrow.

The bow is made of a thousand-year-old copper mother.

Xian is the muscle of a demon python.

Heavy arrows are divided into three parts: shaft, arrow, and feather.

The arrow shaft is made of ice black iron.

The arrow is based on the cold ice black iron, mixed with a little meteorite iron to make it sharper and unstoppable.

The sword feathers were plucked like the feathers of a swan.

It is rumored that the swan can fly high and far.

There is nothing under the sun that can be shot down.

This bow can be called the magic bow built by the Great Zhou, and it claims to be able to shoot down the swans!
Only the second rank in the world is worthy of such a divine bow.

The old general picked up the sun-shooting bow and clamped the Luohong arrow between his fingers. His aura instantly became sharp, exuding invincible confidence.

He put the arrow on the bowstring of the python tendon, then shook his arms and opened the bow violently.

In an instant, an astonishing light burst out from the old general's muddy eyes.

"drink!"

The old general shouted angrily, and all the river-like Qi in his body was poured into Luo Hongjian.

Sharpshooter, shoot only one arrow.

One arrow will kill the enemy!
Therefore, this arrow will also condense all the energy and strength of the sharpshooter.

Their faith, even the sun in the sky, can shoot down for you to see!
The old general's momentum continued to increase.

The surrounding soldiers, feeling the great oppression, retreated one after another, giving way to an open space.

At the moment when the momentum reached the peak, the old general glared furiously, took half a step, raised his arms, and made a gesture of looking at the sky and shooting Sirius.

He let go of his palm, and finally shot an arrow with all his strength.

"Boom-"

First the bowstring quivered, splitting the air.

The trembling sound even caused ringing in the ears of the surrounding soldiers.

At the same time, the moment Luohong's arrow flew off the string, the air on the arrow was squeezed to the extreme, and it burst open in an instant.

"call out……"

The Luohong arrow directly turned into a silver lightning, pierced the night sky, and shot at Lu Ming on the roof of the Heavenly King Hall.

I don't know if it's because the speed is too fast or the strength is too majestic, from the arrow to the feather of the arrow, white cyclones are formed.

A rainbow piercing the sun just describes the old general's arrow.

"Bang" sound.

The mountain gate exploded, the rock crumbled, and was pierced by falling arrows.

The old general's arrow shot straight towards Lu Ming.

Therefore, the mountain gate in front of the Heavenly King Hall must be an obstacle.

Of course, for Luo Hongjian, this obstacle is as simple as piercing the window paper!
"This arrow can kill the third level and seriously injure the second level."

Lu Ming nodded, showing a little approval.

"But to hurt me, it's still short of Monkey Sun turning somersaults."

With a calm expression on Lu Ming's face, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it in front of him.

The swift and lightning silver light stopped suddenly, revealing a falling arrow, held tightly in his hand!
"Peng——"

The strength and true energy contained in the falling arrow exploded, and a large white air wave exploded around and behind Lu Ming.

Immediately afterwards, all the glazed tiles covering the roof of the Heavenly King Hall were lifted up, blown away, and even crashed into the Daxiong Hall.

"Arrow, not bad."

As he spoke, Lu Ming casually folded the Luohong Arrow made of ice black iron into two halves and threw it aside.

The old general's breathing stopped and his eyes widened in disbelief.

The governor, Zhizhou, and all the soldiers had the same expression as the old general.

stunned!

Can't believe it!

An arrow that can kill a third rank, and can seriously injure a second rank, just... so lightly caught by others?

And he broke the arrow and threw it away.

The old general felt a chill on the back of his neck and stammered: "This... this monk cannot be messed with, he is... he is the best in the world!"

One arm of Lu Ming was slanted down, and he held it with five fingers. The huge broken sword inserted next to the mountain gate suddenly rose from the ground and flew into his hand by itself.

"You shot an arrow at the poor monk, and the poor monk returned your sword. I don't know if you can catch it?"

Lu Ming raised his arm, and with a "hoo", the huge broken sword swung towards the Da Zhou army, and slashed violently.

"Boom boom boom..."

The sword qi crisscrossed, hacking all the way from the mountain gate to the foot of the mountain.

This sword is destructive, unrivaled!
The generals and soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty who had gathered on the mountain road were beaten to the ground, staggered to and fro, and were completely routed.

The quasi-second-grade veteran general was seriously injured.

If the governor hadn't been strong enough to hide in time, only one arm would be severed, otherwise he would have been killed.

The army was defeated like a mountain, and the menacing army collapsed and fell apart.

The gate of the Temple of Heavenly Kings opened, and a group of monks with arhat sticks rushed out.

Abbot Jueyuan and the chief officials walked in the middle and came to the gate of the mountain.

When they saw the collapsed and cracked mountain gate, and the cracked and bottomless sword marks on the mountain road, they gasped.

What kind of sword can have such power?
It almost split the entire mountain apart!

Abbot Jueyuan gathered himself together, and yelled implying a lion's roar: "Governor, are you going to retreat or not?"

All the heads drank together: "Refund or not!"

All the monks hit the ground with Arhat sticks and shouted: "Retreat or not!"

"Return or not!"

"Return or not!"

"Return or not!"

(End of this chapter)