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

Chapter 237 Double Standard
This time, the force that erupted reached a terrifying [-] jin, which could easily pierce through a solid city wall and kill a rhinoceros with rough skin and thick flesh.

"die-"

Li Kui smashed down hard with his fists half as big as a stone melon.

"careful!"

Lan Yingying's face changed slightly and she whipped up the scorpion tail whip on her waist.

Just as she was about to take action, Lu Ming stood up and held Li Kui's cannon fist with one hand.

"Pong"

All the rest of Lu Ming's feet were released, shaking the entire floor of the restaurant.

But what is surprising is that the ground under Lu Ming's feet did not crumble or settle.

"Lifting the weight as lightly as possible, what a powerful unloading technique!"

The big brother headed by Mingjian Villa suddenly lit up and sighed.

"Ok?"

Li Kui's eyes flashed with confusion.

He felt that his extremely fierce fist seemed to hit a ball of cotton?

"You like to use your fists, right? Then just take a punch from the poor monk."

Lu Ming held Li Kai's fists with one hand, made a fist with the other, and simply punched it out.

Subduing Dragon and Subduing Tiger Fist!
The seemingly incomparably simple punch has truly achieved the ultimate in simplifying and simplifying.

The strength of the fist is combined with hardness and softness, completely restrained, without any leakage.

An old master who has been immersed in boxing for a hundred years is nothing more than that!
There is no dragon roar, no tiger roar.

But the moment Lu Ming punched Li Kui in the abdomen, everything exploded.

"Oh!"

Li Kui's tiger's back, which was as muscular as an ox, suddenly bulged, exploding a large white wave of air.

The air wave looked like a dragon and a tiger before it dissipated!
Lu Ming closed his fist.

The tall and mighty Li Kui's eyes widened, as if he had lost all his strength, he knelt down, opened his mouth and vomited blood.

In the blood, fragments of some organs can be seen.

"This punch, the poor monk's 60 years of skill, you didn't block it."

Lu Ming shook his head and said.

Li Kui opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't spit out anything, his eyes were full of horror.

His vocal cords, as well as all the ribs and internal organs of his upper body, were all shattered!

Even if the Immortal Da Luo came, he would not be able to save Li Kui.

Before he could breathe, Li Kui fell to the ground, dead.

A fifth-rank powerhouse was beaten to death just like that.

The restaurant fell into dead silence for a moment, and everyone couldn't help but be horrified.

"Damn, if you dare to kill Li Zuoshi, I will fight you!"

Leng Touqing from Black Tiger Hall roared.

"Brothers, let's go together, together... why are you running away!"

Lengtouqing was vicious and menacing.

When he formed a gang and prepared to besiege Lu Ming together, he turned his head and saw the other gang members in the Black Tiger Hall turned around and ran away, and his momentum suddenly dropped.

Lu Ming said indifferently: "Hurry up and get out!"

"Yes, yes! I won't trouble you, I'll get out immediately!"

The stunned head of Heihutang was so frightened that he turned around and ran away in a panic.

Lan Yingying said with a charming smile: "Monk Hua, I didn't expect you to be so powerful?"

Lu Ming said: "The poor monk is not Monk Hua, the poor monk is called Miaochen."

Lan Yingying covered her mouth and smiled: "Drinking and eating meat, you must not be abstaining from sex, right? Isn't this Hua Monk, or what?"

The other powerful gangsters in the restaurant also started to discuss.

"When did Shaolin Temple gain such a master?"

"Yeah, I haven't heard of it at all."

"Hehehe, he said that he is a monk of Shaolin Temple, do you believe it?"

"How can there be a monk in Shaolin Temple who eats meat and drinks alcohol and doesn't abide by the precepts? I think it's probably fake."

"Think about it, how could Shaolin Temple send only one monk to participate in the martial arts conference?"

"That's right, it must be a fake monk bluffing outside under the name of Shaolin Temple!"

In Jianghu, there are quite a few fake monks pretending to be Shaolin Temple.

After all, Shaolin Temple is famous and powerful.

"Amitabha, I want to take a look, who dares to pretend to be a monk from our Shaolin Temple!"

At this time, a thick and rich Buddha drink came from outside the restaurant.

The elder brother of Famous Sword Villa suddenly brightened his eyes

"Thousands of miles of sound transmission, the person who comes has such deep internal strength, he must be a real eminent monk of Shaolin Temple."

He showed a bit of a smile, and said to the other brothers in Mingjian Villa: "That wine and meat monk can beat Li Kui to death with one punch, at least he is also a master in the middle and late stages of the fourth rank."

"Now that the eminent monks come, I'm afraid they are not below the fourth rank. There will be a good show to watch."

Everyone else in the restaurant turned to look.

There was a soft golden light shining through the door, and white mist was rising. A blind old monk, accompanied by other eminent monks, strode into the restaurant.

The third-rank great master—the Godly Monk of Overcoming Suffering!
Everyone in the restaurant was shocked.

They thought it was the abbot of Shaolin Temple, or the head of a certain hall such as Bodhi Hall or Arhat Hall.

Unexpectedly, one of the three great monks of Shaolin Temple, the Godly Monk of Crossing Suffering, came to Qingyou City in person.

In fact, it is reasonable to say that before the demon sect attacked Shaolin Temple, and later there was Emperor Wen's order to destroy Buddhism, Shaolin Temple's vitality was seriously damaged.

Even if it is true that no one is sent to the martial arts conference this time, it is a matter of course.

Under normal circumstances, mountains and temples should be closed to recuperate.

However, Abbot Jue Yuan believes that if he does not participate in this martial arts conference, the reputation of Shaolin Temple will plummet.

In addition, Abbot Jueyuan has another confidence, that is the holy monk Lu Ming.

Although they didn't know when Lu Ming would come back from the Imperial City of Zhou Dynasty after going down the mountain, it was enough for Abbot Jueyuan to make up his mind to participate in the martial arts conference.

Therefore, the least injured of the three major monks, the suffering monk, personally led the team, led the two chiefs, and [-] monks to the martial arts conference to boost the prestige of Shaolin.

The elder brother of Mingjian Villa immediately got up, bowed his head and said: "Your Mingjian Villa, Yi Shuihan, has seen the divine monk."

The deputy head of the Eight Diagrams Sect also got up and clasped his fists together: "The Eight Diagrams Sect, Zhou Buyi, has met the divine monk."

The leaders of other sects in the restaurant stood up one after another to pay respects to the Godly Monk Overcoming Suffering.

The Godly Monk of Crossing Suffering rolled his eyes and bowed in return: "Amitabha, all the benefactors, thank you very much."

"Just now, I heard the benefactors talking about it from a distance, saying that there is a monk who pretends to be an eminent monk in our temple. I don't know what happened?"

Yi Shuihan replied with a half-smile: "Not long ago, Li Kui, the left envoy of the Black Tiger Hall, provoked a young monk and was beaten to death by the young monk."

The suffering monk frowned.

Yi Shuihan said again: "Not only did he beat people to death, but he also drank and ate meat, and chatted with beautiful women."

The Godly Monk of Crossing Suffering frowned even deeper, raised his palm with one hand, and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, he has broken the precepts of killing, sex, and meat. How can he be a monk in our temple?"

"The eminent monks of Shaolin Temple must abide by the rules and precepts, and will not break the precepts. Where is that fake monk!"

Zhou Buyi replied: "We knew it, so we saw through his identity as a fake monk at a glance."

Yi Shuihan pointed to the women of the Five Poison Sect and said, "There he is."

Lan Yingying asked the girl under her to cover Lu Ming tightly, then stood up and said with a smile: "Lan Yingying of the Five Poisons Sect, I have seen a god monk."

Lu Ming sat on the chair as if nothing had happened, drinking wine and eating meat.

A woman from the Five Poison Sect standing in front of him whispered, "Monk Hua, run away quickly, the god monk from Shaolin Temple is here."

"If you pretend to be an eminent monk of Shaolin Temple, if they catch you, you will be fined with a stick, or even revoked!"

Lu Ming said calmly: "Why are you running? I will pay homage to the poor monk later when I am going through hardship."

The girls from the Five Poison Sect shook their heads, secretly thinking that the handsome monk in front of him was drunk and started talking nonsense.

"Five Poisons?"

The Godly Monk of Crossing Suffering frowned.

The Five Poison Sect is a sect in Nanling.

Although it is not a demon sect in the Central Plains, it is not a well-known and upright sect, and its reputation is not even very good. It is one of the heretics.

"Not only drinking and killing people, but also hang out with heretics, I want to see who it is, dare to ruin the reputation of my Shaolin Temple!"

The Godly Monk of Crossing Suffering, the head of the Shaolin Temple, and eighteen other monks walked towards Lan Yingying.

Lan Yingying's back was sweating profusely, and she bravely stood in front of her.

The suffering monk stood up with one hand, lowered his head and said, "Amitabha, please get out of the way of the female donor."

Lan Yingying didn't move an inch, and said firmly, "No!"

The other women of the Five Poisons Sect cried out inwardly:
"Guardian Lan must have taken a fancy to this Monk Hua!"

"God, how dare we fight against the three great monks of Shaolin Temple?"

"What's going on now, I'm sure you can't beat the Suffering Monk."

Not to mention the Godly Monk of Crossing Suffering, even without the need for the two chief monks, the eighteen monks alone are enough to drink a pot of girls from the Five Poison Sect.

Why did the Shaolin Temple bring eighteen warrior monks instead of seventeen or nineteen, because it was necessary to set up the Eighteen Arhat Formation.

Arhat formation is a well-known formation in Shaolin Temple. It is best at defeating the strong with the weak, as well as trapping the enemy and defending.

The head of the Arhat Hall stood up and said: "Female benefactor, let's get out of the way. The monks have compassion in mind and don't want to use knives and guns."

The head of the Discipline Hall added: "Besides, you can't stop us."

“Instead of getting out of the way after a confrontation, why not get out of the way now?”

Beads of sweat oozed from Lan Yingyingxiang's forehead, and she clenched the jade hand holding the scorpion-tailed whip so hard that her knuckles turned white.

Do you really want to have a bad relationship with one of the three great monks, the Godly Monk who is suffering, and the Shaolin Temple, the number one sect in the world, for a monk you met for the first time?

"Lan Yingying, Lan Yingying, this is really unwise!"

When Lan Yingying was fighting between heaven and man, a calm and leisurely voice sounded: "Okay, Duku, don't make things difficult for Lord Lan, she also has good intentions."

Hearing this, the Godly Monk of Crossing Suffering trembled in his hands and feet.

The old monk like Gujing Wubo showed an excitement that didn't suit his state of mind at all.

"Is... is it a holy monk?"

"Juekong, Juewu, take a quick look to see if he is a holy monk!"

The first seat of the Discipline Hall and the first seat of the Arhat Hall sounded familiar.

I didn't know who it was, but when I heard the Godly Monk who was crossing the suffering said that he was a holy monk, the two heads were all smart.

Holy Monk!

With one's own efforts, he wiped out the two Demon Sects, revoked the order to destroy the Buddha, and tried his best to save the holy monk who was about to fall in Shaolin Temple!

Undoubtedly, in the minds of all the monks in Shaolin Temple, the floor-sweeping monk in the Sutra Pavilion has become comparable to the Sixth Patriarch of Buddhism before he knew it!

"Get out of the way!"

The two heads of the Shaolin Temple, regardless of rudeness, separated the women of the Five Poison Sect.

When they saw Lu Ming sitting on the bench drinking and eating meat, their hearts trembled, they clasped their hands together, bowed and saluted: "The poor monk is awakened (Juekong), and I pay homage to the holy monk!!"

"Rumble..."

Everyone in the restaurant, including Yi Shuihan, the eldest brother of Mingjian Villa, and Lan Yingying, the protector of the Five Poison Sect, were all turned to stone, and a huge uproar was caused in their minds.

Young and handsome, the fair-weather monk who everyone thought was impersonating an eminent monk from Shaolin Temple turned out to be...a holy monk?
How dare they believe that a monk who drinks alcohol, eats meat, and obviously breaks his precepts is really a monk from the Shaolin Temple.

No, if it's just the monks of Shaolin Temple, it's not that shocking.

The most jaw-dropping thing is that this fake monk who drinks and eats meat is actually a holy monk from Shaolin Temple!
The Godly Monk of Overcoming Suffering stepped forward, and stopped turning his blind eyes. He clasped his hands together and bowed reverently: "Amitabha, Overcoming Suffering, pay homage to the Holy Monk!"

The elder brother of Famous Sword Villa's eyes were dull.

The deputy sect leader of the Bagua Sect’s mind was roaring.

Lan Yingying, the protector of the Five Poisons Sect, sat back on the bench.

Even the virtuous and respected divine monk of crossing sufferings bows and salutes and worships devoutly. How can the name of a holy monk be false?
In the rivers and lakes, the only one who can make a blind old monk salute is the founder of Wudang, Zhang Zhenren who is regarded as a "living god"...

The young and handsome monk in white in front of him was on the same status as Zhang Zhenren, who was over a hundred years old, and the people in the restaurant couldn't react for a while.

The suffering monk didn't care what others thought, and bowed and asked: "Holy monk, aren't you in the Imperial City of Great Zhou? Why are you here in Qingyou City?"

After drinking the wine and eating the meat, Lu Ming put down the wine jar and chopsticks, and said to the Godly Monk of Overcoming Suffering, "The matter of the order to exterminate Buddha has been resolved, just come over and have a look."

"I didn't expect that I would meet various sects and hold a martial arts conference!"

The old-faced monk who had always been suffering and hating deeply showed a look of ecstasy.

The old monk asked hopefully: "Can the holy monk stay to participate in the martial arts conference?"

Holding such a thigh, it is natural to let the sects of the world know, otherwise what is the point.

Let everyone in the world know that the declining Shaolin Temple is once again on the rise.

There is a holy monk comparable to Zhang Zhenren who sits in Shaolin Temple!
How could Lu Ming not know what the Godly Monk of Overcoming Suffering was thinking.

He pondered for a while, remembering the old feelings of living in Shaolin Temple for 60 years, so he nodded: "The poor monk will stay."

"It happens that Jiuyi Mountain is vast and boundless, and the mountains are stretching. It is close to the Nanling Hundred Thousand Mountains. With the help of various sects, we can find the specific location of the underground palace of the Demon Cult's main altar."

The Godly Monk of Crossing Ku was naturally ecstatic when Lu Ming agreed.

When he broke through to the third rank, he was never so happy.

Yi Shuihan, the elder brother of Mingjian Villa, coughed dryly, and asked suspiciously: "Dare to ask the divine monk, why is he a holy monk?"

The Godly Monk of Crossing Suffering rolled his eyes, regained his expression of bitterness and hatred, and replied, "A holy monk is a holy monk, why not?"

Yi Shuihan was stunned for a moment, and said: "But... the holy monk kills people, drinks alcohol, eats meat, and the precepts can be broken."

"And holy monk, weren't you still condemning this kind of behavior just now? Why can a monk who doesn't abide by the precepts become a holy monk in Shaolin Temple now?"

"It is! It is!"

"Drinking and eating meat, can you be called a monk?"

Zhou Buyi of Bagua Sect and other masters of the rivers and lakes followed suit.

"Amitabha, all benefactors, please listen to my words!"

The Godly Monk of Crossing Suffering raised his palm with one hand, and uttered a Buddha's name implying a lion's roar, which was deafening.

The noisy restaurant suddenly became quiet again.

The monk who saved the suffering replied: "Buddhist scriptures are for people with low wisdom and need guidance. Precepts are made for people with poor self-control and need to be restrained."

"In the realm of the holy monk, there is no need to abide by the precepts."

All the masters were dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)