I'm the best catcher in martial arts

Jinshan Temple has experienced ups and downs in recent years.

When the Legend of the White Snake first became popular, monks would be thrown rotten vegetable leaves when they went out. Warriors secretly sneaked into the Sutra Pavilion in the middle of the night, and several believers cut off their offerings.

When the heat subsided a little, Jinshan Temple was more prosperous than before. Especially after experiencing ups and downs, they realized the impermanence of life, and several eminent monks made progress in Buddhism.

This is how things are in the world.

Misfortunes are where blessings depend, and blessings are where misfortunes lie.

Backed by scenic spots such as the West Lake, Jinshan Temple is very popular, the temple is magnificent, and the monks live a luxurious life. How can they practice Buddhism with peace of mind?

After experiencing these ups and downs, I realized that I had entered the devil's way and was trapped in a devil's obstacle. I should go to Leifeng Pagoda to reflect on my past mistakes and regret my past mistakes.

When I came out of the quarantine, everyone had great insights.

Most Buddhist martial arts are related to Buddhism. With the sudden enlightenment of Buddhism, martial arts will also increase accordingly. When the five aggregates are empty, the ultimate skill can be achieved with the wave of a hand.

Shen Lian has secretly observed in the past few days that there are many masters in Jinshan Temple, about five of whom are similar to Jiumozhi, and thirteen others who are slightly less than him.

The strongest one is the old monk guarding Leifeng Pagoda.

With Shen Lian's peerless cultivation and keen spiritual awareness, he could not detect his Qi from twenty feet away.

He didn't deliberately restrain his energy, but just chanted sutras and recited the Buddha's name according to the temple rules. That kind of indifferent energy blended with the entire Jinshan Mountain, just like a stubborn stone in the mountain.

If the old monk restrains himself with secret techniques, he can even hide his existence perfectly in front of Shen Lian.

How good the old monk's fighting power is will definitely be known after the fight is over, but his high level of Buddhist practice and the calmness and harmony during meditation are the only things Shen Lian has seen in his life.

Even if he doesn't know martial arts, his understanding of Buddhism alone can stop him from fighting and eliminate his will to fight.

What a great old monk.

It should be able to scare Jiumozhi away, right?

Or leave Jiumozhi in Leifeng Pagoda to chant sutras?

Leifeng Pagoda suppresses Jiumozhi?

Ugh~~

Bah bah bah!

What the hell am I thinking about!

Of course, there is Bai Suzhen under the Leifeng Pagoda, a magnificent snake spirit, not a monk who likes to show off.

Shen Lian held Zuo Shi in his left hand and Tantai Jingming in his right hand. He smiled and watched Jiumozhi go to Jinshan Temple to ask for help from the mighty Tianlong Bodhi Dharma. He was waiting to see whether Jiumozhi would be beaten out or suppress Leifeng Pagoda.

…

Jiumozhi is always so polite.

Just like visiting Dali Tianlong Temple, a greeting card was prepared in advance, but now that Murong has been certified as a rebel, Murong Bo's sign cannot be used.

So his old friend who died of depression changed from Murong Bo to Zen Master Wuxiang, but the other two were exactly the same.

Who is Zen Master Wuxiang?

Jiumozhi didn't know who he was, but he accidentally obtained eight books of "Small No-Phase Kung Fu". After practicing, he found that this method could activate the seventy-two unique skills. He was overjoyed and practiced the "Small No-Phase Kung Fu" every day.

In order to prevent something like Murong Bo from happening again, Jiumozhi casually made up the name "Wuxiang Zen Master".

"Buddha said: Neither birth nor death, not dirty nor pure, the young monk's faculties are dull and unable to understand love, hate, life and death.

The young monk has a close friend, whose name is Wuxiang. In the past, the young monk met him by chance, and they were giving lectures on martial arts and swordsmanship. Zen Master Wuxiang was proficient in hundreds of schools of Buddhism and Taoism. The young monk got his guidance, and he was able to solve some of the doubts in his life, and he was praised by his old friend. I am a gift of the best martial arts secrets. I am so kind and virtuous that I will never dare or forget.

Unexpectedly, the great hero will not miss a holiday, and Zen Master Wuxiang returns to the West. He has one regret in his life, and the young monk has an unkind request. I hope all the elders will be merciful..."

Jiumozhi talked about his friendship with Zen Master Wuxiang, and expressed the unique knowledge that Zen Master Wuxiang praised throughout his life, one is the Shaolin Yi Jin Jing, and the other is the Mighty Heavenly Dragon of Jinshan Temple.

In order to fulfill his old friend's last wish, the poor monk traveled thousands of miles from Tubo to get a glimpse of the mighty Tianlong.

You can make a copy for me. I will take it to Zen Master Wuxiang's grave and be cremated. I will not watch it during the process. To show my sincerity, I am willing to give away three Shaolin secrets.

Jiumozhi's acting skills are excellent. When he speaks, he bursts into tears. His expression is filled with sorrow and grief.

Monks: (-ω-)-ω-)-ω-)

Are you Jiumo mentally retarded?

How can we have any powerful heavenly dragon in Jinshan Temple?

If you want to be a mighty dragon, go to the troupe!

Five years ago, who had ever heard of the mighty Dragon Bodhi Dharma? Isn't that what the troupe made up?

Although his whole body ached, the abbot still advised him seriously: "King Ming has misunderstood. The so-called mighty dragon is just a drama made up by actors.

Although Jinshan Temple has some martial arts heritage, it does not have the powerful Tianlong, let alone Zangzang Dharma.

In recent years, we have explained this matter thousands of times. Ordinary people are just ignorant. King Ming is an eminent Buddhist monk. How could he be confused by the joke? "

These words are obviously meant to persuade, but in fact they are ridiculing Jiumozhi because he has bad intentions. Dawei Tianlong is a fabrication, and Zen Master Wuxiang is also a fabrication. As an eminent Buddhist monk, you lie and deceive for the sake of jokes. Are you ashamed?

Of course, Jiumozhi was not shy, and even retorted plausibly: "The young monk did think that this was just drama and nonsense, but a few days ago..."

"How were you the past few days?"

"Xiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan, showed great power in the Western Region. The golden dragon soared into the sky and the Buddha's light shone everywhere. The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms of the Beggar Clan don't seem to contain the Buddha's light, right?"

"Xiao Feng has been studying art in Shaolin since he was a child, and he has mastered Shaolin's unique skills. What's so strange about manifesting Buddha's light?

If King Ming wants to see the Buddha's light, he might as well complete these three volumes of Shaolin secret books. He may be able to grasp the flower and have a sudden enlightenment, understand the mystery of Buddhism, and be able to have the Buddha's light shine everywhere. "

Everyone laughed at each other with guns and sticks.

Jiumozhi has made great progress in martial arts since he obtained the Xiaowuxiang Kung Fu. He seems humble, but in fact he is arrogant. He thinks in his heart that you are shameless. Am I easy to bully?

"Master Abbot, this young monk has traveled thousands of miles just to fulfill his old friend's last wish, to plead kindly, to exchange heavy treasures, and to show all manners. Why do you have to be so unkind?

It is important to note that Buddhist disciples do not lie, but you have repeatedly lied and excused yourself for the sake of martial arts secrets. Is this what a Buddhist would do? Don't you feel guilty? "

“King Ming pretended to be crazy at Jinshan Temple for a secret book that did not exist, made up stories, lied and intimidated him. Could it be that what King Ming did was in line with Buddhist precepts?

King Ming kept mentioning his sincerity, but he wondered where the three Shaolin special skills came from? If we take away these three volumes of secret books, wouldn't we be at odds with Shaolin?

Where is the etiquette for such actions?

You said Zen Master Wuxiang is your old friend. When was he born? When will he pass away? Where to become a monk? Where to practice Buddhism? Since he has learned from hundreds of schools of thought, he must not be a lonely warrior. What is his record in the world? "

Jiumozhi reacted so quickly, how could he be stumped by these questions? He immediately recounted Sang Jie's experience, mixed with his fellow apprentices, and repeated the deletions and corrections.

Monks: ((-_-)-_-)-_-)

It is very difficult to defeat Jiumozhi in an eloquence competition. Although the monks of Jinshan Temple knew that Jiumozhi was making up nonsense, they did not know how to refute it.

If you can't say it, you can only use force.

Jiumozhi wants this even more.

"Okay! If you say no, naturally it won't count. If you compete with each other, you will know what is true and what is false."

"Prince Ming, be careful."

"You should be careful."

Jiumozhi took a few steps back, rubbed his hands together, and a blazing fire appeared in his palms, and the flaming knife was ready to go.

Zen Master Huitong, the guardian monk of Jinshan Temple, stood up with a iron Zen staff in his hand: "King Ming, this poor monk used the magic wand method to learn the unique skills of Zen Master Wuxiang."

"Master can take action as much as he wants."

The two looked at each other and killed each other.

According to Jinshan Temple, martial arts are mainly based on fists and feet, and the weapons are sticks and Zen staffs. The staff skills are as profound as the Shaolin Manjusri Staff and the Nine Heavens and Nine Earths Convenient Shovel.

More than a hundred kilograms of iron Zen rods spread out, like a black-grey curtain unfolding, crushing them like mountains and seas, and all the surrounding space was blocked by the force.

Perhaps it was fate that Jinshan Temple's martial arts, whether fists, feet or weapons, had a blocking effect.

Jiumozhi's eyes lit up, he grabbed hold of Huitong's wrist with his dragon claws, and at the same time, he spun around in his steps, flashing and leaping, which was clearly a Shaolin movement technique.

After mastering the Small No-Phase Kung Fu, Jiumozhi mastered all the Shaolin stunts given by Murong Bo. With the Small No-Phase Kung Fu as the foundation, he could learn everything at his fingertips.

Someone asked here, since there are small formless gongs in the world, is there also great formless gongs? Can the combination of large and small phaseless skills become a formless magical power?

The answer is of course - no!

At least the Xiaoyao sect doesn’t!

Small formless power is a Taoist theory, which means small and formless. It means that as long as it is small enough, it can have no form and no trace to be found, but it can be combined into the appearance of all things in the world, which is completely different from the Buddhist formless technique.

This truth is very scientifically based.

Divide matter into small enough pieces, divide it into protons, neutrons, electrons, and decompose it into elementary particles.

Everything in the world is composed of elementary particles.

Small and formless, it is philosophy.

Protons, neutrons, and electrons are science.

The reason why Xiao Wuxiang's function imitates the unique skills of the world is because the true qi is subtle and sophisticated enough. It is the purest and most original true qi and can activate the unique skills of hundreds of schools of thought.

Whether it is external skills such as punching or kicking, or internal skills such as sitting and practicing Qi, all of them can be stimulated by small phaseless skills.

Small phaseless power is not omnipotent.

Because Jiumozhi is not "small enough".

However, there is absolutely no problem in using this to activate Shaolin's special skills, and its power is no less than that of the Shaolin monks.

Jiumozhi was like a magician, performing twenty or thirty Shaolin stunts in an instant, snapping his fingers into strength, swinging his palms into the wind, punching like a crash, and fast legs like shadows, as if he had given birth to seven or eight arms and seven or eight thighs.

Jinshan Temple has had many bad visitors over the years. Hui Tong, the protector monk, has experienced hundreds of battles and has rich combat experience. He doesn't look at Jiumozhi at all and just beats them with his Zen staff.

No matter how subtle, fancy, or dazzling Jiumozhi's moves are, as long as the iron Zen staff hits his head, Jiumozhi will have to hide.

There was a fierce battle in the Main Hall of Jinshan Temple. Shen Lian took Tantai Jingming and Zuo Shi to the back mountain to visit the old monk, and also wanted to see the Leifeng Pagoda.

"Amitabha, donor, stop."

The old monk felt Shen Lian's Qi and guessed Shen Lian's goal. He narrowed his eyes and stood up.

"Junior Shen Lian has met the master."

"Shen Lian? Are you a descendant of Shen Wansan?"

"I'm his nephew."

"I see."

The old monk took out three futons and motioned Shen Lian and the others to sit down and talk. He was very polite, as if he had an old relationship with Shen Wansan, and his eyes were full of nostalgia.

"How is Shen Wansan?"

"Overseas, still alive."

"Are you not familiar with Shen Wansan?"

"I work as a detective in Liumen, and I don't know him very well. My brother is the leader of the Jingxiang Martial Arts Alliance and has some business overseas. He is more familiar with my uncle."

"What's your brother's name?"

"Shen Yumen."

"How come you and your brother are not of the same generation?"

"A merchant's house doesn't talk about these things."

All the big aristocratic families and the big martial arts sects have their own talents, even Confucius’ disciples are no exception.

Who are the descendants of Confucius?

Of course it’s the “child” generation.

Names such as Ziyuan, Zilu, Zigong, Ziyu, and Ziyu are epithets, not their real names.

Ziyuan is Yanhui, Zilu is Zhongyou, Zigong is Duanmuci, Ziyu is Tantai Mieming...

Logically speaking, the elder brother's name is Shen Yumen, and the younger brother should also be of the same generation with the character for "Yu", and should be called "Shen YuX". Names of the same generation should also have the same number of characters.

However, each branch of the Shen family is not particular about it.

Shen Yumen, Shen Lang, Shen Lian, and Shen Zaikuan neither meet the character generation nor the word count, but we should talk about it later, because Shen Zaikuan has a reputation, and Shen Lian even has a title, which can be passed down.

The old monk seems indifferent, but in fact he is quite talkative.

Shen Lian wondered if he had any old acquaintance with Shen Wansan. Did Shen Wansan have any familiarity with him?

Su Bancheng?

Su Bancheng is not that old, and the old monk is too thin and weighs less than half as much as Su Bancheng.

"Dare you ask the master's name?"

"Fahai!"

Shen Lian: Is it still too late to run away now?

"I'm kidding you, I don't have a dharma name. You can call me whatever you want. Your uncle and I did have some friendship back then. That guy Shen Wansan also kept a unique treasure with me back then."

"What treasure?"

"Corucopia! Have you heard of it? This thing can change from two to two to four to four to eight to sixteen. If you put a penny in, you can get thousands of copper coins out."

"Master, although you have some friendship with my uncle, even though you are very old, if you continue to tease me, don't blame me for not respecting the elderly and loving the young."

"I'm telling the truth. Your uncle was able to become the richest man because of the cornucopia!"

"Is it really that powerful?"

"More powerful than you think."

"Okay, then if I put in a beautiful woman, can it turn out three thousand beauties? I don't like anything else, I just like stunning beauties. Can this be changed?"

Old monk: (╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻

Rotten wood cannot be carved!

You are worse than rotten wood.

If it weren't for your uncle's sake and Old Man Jiang's instructions, Buddha would have given you a try!

"The cornucopia is on the bottom floor of Leifeng Tower. If you want the cornucopia, go get it yourself!"

"After I enter, you close the door and let me keep Bai Suzhen company? Let me remind you, don't use control or suppression methods on me. This will arouse my boundless anger, not to mention the mere Leifeng Pagoda, even if it is I can also smash the Lingxiao Palace!"

"Do you still have this ability?"

"Have you ever heard of the power of Donkey Kong?"

"What is your true form of King Kong?"

"Master will definitely not want to see it."

With that said, Shen Lian strode into Leifeng Pagoda.