Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 346: You call yourself the Sweeping Monk?

What kind of perverse behavior is this?
Even Ah Zi, who always flattered her monk father, was swallowing her saliva and feeling fearful.

If you say that what he did was wrong, it is true that Xiao Feng swore not to help Qiao Sanhuai and his wife and Xuan Ku to take revenge, which was worse than pigs and dogs, but he broke his oath first. But if you say that what he did was right, the method he used... was so insidious that it was hard to accept.

A-Bi looked at his back and thought, yes, this is him, this is the empty monk.

Seeing that Xiao Feng's martial arts were completely wasted, You Tanzhi was filled with hatred and shouted, "Xiao Feng, give me your life!" He swung his palm to hit him, but his master only gave him a slight push and forced him back to the ground from mid-air.

"Master?"

"Don't worry, the most important thing for a family is to be neat and tidy."

The most important thing for a family is to be well-organized? You Tanzhi didn't understand what this meant.

Chu Pingsheng walked forward step by step, and the remaining monks of the Xuan generation in Shaolin Temple retreated step by step. The hands holding the sticks broke out in cold sweat. Some people wanted to say something, but they felt like their throats were blocked by something.

At this moment, he stopped, looked towards the temple gate and said, "Are you finally here..."

finally come?

What is finally coming?
As if to answer these people's questions, a monk wearing a blue-gray robe, with long white eyebrows and a slightly hunched gait, was seen walking towards the square on the mountain path from the temple gate.

At this moment, the gaze became a contagious plague, and more and more people looked in the direction he was looking.

The old monk looked very ordinary and his steps were not fast, but the steps on the mountain path seemed to be retreating. Each step was more than ten feet, and in just a few breaths he arrived at the front square.

The Shenshan Hermit, with a painful expression on his face, looked at Xuan Ji, who was relying on his disciples to keep standing, and said, "Which monk in the temple is this?"

"No...don't know."

"do not know?"

At this time, a monk named Hui, who was about 30 years old and had a slightly upturned nose, said, "Uncle Master, he seems to be a scholar monk in the backyard. Uncle Xuanmiao saw that he was old, so he usually only assigned him some work like sweeping the floor and picking vegetables."

Xuan Ji was puzzled. What was a sweeping monk doing here? Just looking at the two steps the old monk took, he didn't look like a scholar monk.

"Amitabha, God is merciful and kind. On this Double Ninth Festival, I hope that Mr. Chu will not commit the sin of killing again."

The old monk walked and talked, and the people in front of him, whether out of fear of him or what, stepped back and made way for him.

"Donor Chu? That's right. Xuanci has just expelled me from the temple." Chu Pingsheng laughed, "I think Zhang Sanfeng also advised me in the same way back then. I have some friendship with him, so we made a bet on this issue, and he lost in the end."

Zhang Sanfeng?
Who is Zhang Sanfeng?

Everyone became more and more confused.

"Amitabha." The old monk with white eyebrows said, "What happened back then has been made public. Why did Mr. Chu have to kill them all?"

"Could it be that I'm trying to be reasonable like you? To smooth things over?"

No one understands the meaning of "rationalist", but everyone understands the meaning of "smoothing things over".

"Donor Chu, since you have already mastered the Yi Jin Jing, you can naturally see that Donor Murong and Donor Xiao are already in deep trouble. Even if they do nothing, they will not be able to survive for long. Why are you still so aggressive?"

Xiao Yuanshan was fighting with Wuyazi and didn't hear what he said.

Murong Bo was standing nearby, and when he heard what the white-browed old monk said, his face turned a little ugly and a little angry, not understanding why the old monk said that.

"Aggressive? It's just to give an explanation to the world."

"In this case, why not hand over Donor Xiao and Donor Murong to me so that I can use the Buddhist teachings to convert them and calm their violent natures? What do you think?"

"You? You're not qualified."

"Amitabha, according to Donor Chu, who is qualified?"

"Jizang."

Ksitigarbha?

This time even the Sweeping Monk looked dazed for a moment.

After a while, everyone realized that the young monk was playing a trick on the old monk. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was in hell, and they had to go to hell first before they could see him. In other words, Monk Kongxu insisted on sending Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo to hell.

"Donor Chu... God is merciful..."

Chu Pingsheng smiled coldly, dust rose from his feet, and he moved like a ghost as he approached Murong Bo.

The white-browed old monk also had dust rising from his feet, as if the ground had shrunk to an inch, and he covered the distance of several feet in a flash, then raised his hand to grab Chu Pingsheng's back.

Xuan Ji remembered that Xiao Feng's palm power was blocked before it got close to Monk Kongxu, but the hand of the old monk with white eyebrows only paused for a moment before continuing forward.

This seemingly unpowerful attack actually broke the protective energy of Monk Kongxu?
What is the origin of the white-browed old monk?
Isn't he a scholar monk? How can he be more martial than a warrior monk?

Ordinary disciples of the Qingcheng Sect, Taishan Sect, Qinglong Gang, Beggar Gang and other underworld gangs cannot see through the ins and outs here, but the likes of Xuan Ci, Ku Rong and Murong Bo can still see through it.

Li Qiushui's face hidden behind the veil changed color slightly. She didn't expect that there was such a peerless master hidden in Shaolin Temple. At the same time, she was also afraid. Two or three months ago in the Western Xia Palace, Chu Pingsheng really didn't lie to her. With his ability, unless he mobilized the army to guard the royal city, otherwise Yelu Hongji would end up like her and her son.

Others also had their own ideas, but they only flashed in their minds and disappeared, because the white-browed old monk pressed down, and the body of the monk Kongxu suddenly disappeared. To be precise, it was only a residual image that was left. The white-browed old monk was shaken for a moment, and then his face changed. He was no longer as relaxed as before. As fast as thunder, he moved several feet horizontally and appeared outside the battle group of Xiao Yuanshan and Wuyazi, and raised his robe sleeves violently.

boo.

There was a muffled sound.

The power of Baihong's palm was dispersed.

The white-browed old monk continued to wave his sleeves, and the three sword energies that were coming from behind were also annihilated.

Just as everyone was dazzled by the sight, they noticed the sky suddenly darken. They subconsciously looked up and discovered that it was a person who was blocking the sunlight.

call……

The wild wind howled, surging up into the sky like a dragon sucking water, and condensed around the black shadow, wrapped in a strong energy and filled with murderous intent, as if refracting the light into a mottled pattern and transforming it into a dragon.

That's right, a dragon.

Flying dragon!

The flying dragon is in the sky.

A-Bi and Wang Yuyan had witnessed Monk Kongxu's battle with Xiao Feng at Tianning Temple outside Wuxi City. At that time, his Dragon Subduing Palm power vaguely transformed into a dragon head. At this moment, the dragon head was not only much clearer, but it even stretched out a pair of sharp claws, like a blue dragon coming down with infinite pressure.

Turbulence raged, dust spread everywhere. Those who were close could not bear it and had to bend over and lower their heads. Those with less skill even fell to their knees with a thud, their clothes constantly whipping their bodies. Occasionally, the cold air carried by the wind scraped across their skin, causing pain like a knife or a needle.

Ku Rong and Shen Shan Shang Ren, who were suppressing their internal injuries, spat out blood, regretting that they did not stay away from the battle group.

Li Qiu Shui's legs were filled with breath before she was able to steady herself. Fortunately, the veil was tied tightly, otherwise it would have been blown away.

Xiao Feng also broke free from his emotions towards Yelu Hongji, and looked at the Dragon Palm power in the distance with hatred and a bit of horror. No one knew the Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms better than him, so he naturally knew that even if three palms of Monk Kongxu were combined, it would be difficult for him to block it.

Outside the battle group, those martial arts masters who had received the hero invitation earlier and had devoted themselves to participating in the Shaolin Temple conference to do their best to defeat the evil monk were regretting their decision. If they had known that Monk Kongxu was so strong, they would not have dared to act wildly in front of him even if they had ten times the courage.

Even Ah Zi, who had always regarded Monk Kongxu as the best martial artist in the world, couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Is this still a human being..."

It seems that she also knows that the unparalleled holy monk, the holy king sent from heaven and so on are all flattery, but after flattering for a long time, who knows why it becomes true?
The reactions of the crowd were complicated, but in fact, the whole process from the completion of the sixth-level charged Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to the release of the powerful force, took less than two breaths.

Chu Pingsheng fell from the sky, and the white-browed old monk had no way to avoid him. He could only pull his old face and use his internal energy to fight back. He saw Chu Pingsheng raising his arms horizontally, like a slowly rotating Tai Chi movement, and he stretched them forward, as if hugging and clamping, clamping the dragon's head.

puff puff puff...

There were constant explosions around the two of them, and the dust that was sucked up was blown away.

If you look closely, you can see a circle of light suspended in front of the white-browed old monk, which is made up of internal force and manifested by the refraction of sunlight. It keeps shrinking under his urging, as if it is going to turn into a tight hoop to wrap around the shadow of the dragon's head in order to subdue this brutal and bloodthirsty evil dragon that fell from the sky.

"It's the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle, it's the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle..."

A monk of the Xuan generation who had not been crippled by Chu Pingsheng shouted in shock.

When Xuanci, Xuanji and other Shaolin monks heard this, their expressions changed drastically.

The Vajra Demon Subduing Circle is a formation that ranks high among the seventy-two unique skills. Its power is no less than that of the Arhat Formation, but the number of people required is only three. I didn't expect that the white-browed old monk in front of me could actually integrate the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle formation into his fist and palm kung fu. This is truly shocking.

(End of this chapter)