From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 30: Pick up the killing knife, slaughter monks and destroy Buddha!
From this martial arts field to the mountain gate temple, there is a long corridor with green pines and cypresses on both sides and stone tablets interspersed among them. It is simple and solemn, adding a touch of Buddhist charm to the fresh and natural environment.

When Fawei was learning martial arts in Southern Shaolin, he was a loner by nature and did not want to study with other monks, so he often sweated in this forest of steles, studying boxing alone.

Therefore, since returning to Southern Shaolin and taking the position of abbot, Fawei often walked to the end of the stone steps and overlooked the forest of steles, both to recall his youth and to strengthen his determination to pursue the Tao.

But now this place is no longer the one he is familiar with.

This mountain road seems no longer to be a road, but a river.

A river of blood filled with dead bodies.

Corpses lay across the stone steps, with broken limbs, livers, intestines and internal organs floating in a pool of blood. The extremely strong fishy smell was carried by the mountain wind and rushed straight into Fawei's mouth and nose.

In the blood river, twenty gray-robed monks were besieging a young man with his upper body naked.

Although these people were wearing monk robes, they were holding various weapons, and every move they made was intended to kill people.

Behind them, there was a large group of monks following. The monks knew that taking action now would only hinder the movement of their own masters, so they followed from a distance and witnessed this extremely brutal battle.

Although these monks had terrified expressions on their faces, their eyes were always fixed on Xu Xing, with cruelty and ruthlessness, and deep malice.

As long as Xu Xing showed even a little sign of exhaustion, they would rush over like a pack of wolves and eat up this ferocious trapped beast.

Each of the twenty or so people who directly participated in the siege was extraordinary. At least they were all martial artists who had mastered a certain style of boxing.

If they were placed under Zhu Polong's command, with their boxing skills, they could at least become a leader, qualified to command a hundred pirates, or become the personal guard of a ship owner and enjoy a ship full of supplies.

Among them there are five great boxers in charge, who are the only five remaining chiefs in the four academies and eight halls.

These people were all masters that Fawei had collected with untold hardships. Some were from Heishi, some were horse bandits and knife bandits from various places, some were local boxers in the southeast, and some were even pirates who defected from the thirty-six ships.

From this we can see how powerful the Southern Shaolin is.

Although Xu Xing had killed so many great boxers, there were still five who were able to stand up and fight him.

But even these five great boxers, every time they fought directly with Xu Xing, could only withstand one move at most, and had to withdraw immediately and be replaced by another person.

If not, they would be killed directly by Xu Xing's next move!

Even so, the team that originally had a total of forty people was reduced to about twenty people by Xu Xing, which means he killed one person every five steps.

Moreover, as Xu Xing's attacks became more and more fierce, the casualties of the monks became more and more severe. Every time he attacked, no matter how his opponents responded, the best outcome would definitely be - broken bones and tendons!
Even among the five great boxers, two had their arms broken or their wrists crushed by him, and were fighting with injuries.

After a long and fierce battle, Xu Xing had consumed a lot of his physical strength. His fair skin turned slightly red, his chest rose and fell more violently than before, and his breathing became a little heavier.

This is already a very dangerous situation for a master. If you find yourself in this situation on the battlefield, you need to evacuate immediately.

But Xu Xing had no such idea at all.

He became braver and braver as the battle went on, and killed more and more crazily. Although his attacks were powerful, he had a smile on his face and a relaxed demeanor, giving people a comfortable and relaxed feeling.

Fawei was also a learned man who had read a lot of Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures. When he saw Xu Xing killing people like splashing ink, a fragment of a poem emerged in his mind:

Picking up the knife, he was filled with murderous intent.

As if sensing Fawei's thoughts, another long and clear chant came from the stone steps, suppressing the sounds of fierce fighting all over the mountain.

"Kill every thief you meet..."

Xu Xing recited softly, one word at a time, one step at a time. When he finished speaking six words, he had already climbed six stone steps, and six bodies fell behind him.

These six attacks were unexpectedly faster and more accurate than the previous ones. Even among the more than 20 experts, only five great boxers could barely catch some traces.

The same thought came to their minds at the same time.

——This guy’s boxing skills have made another breakthrough!
The mountain path is deep and shaded by green trees, with many leaves piled on the steps. Every step you take will shake up the fallen leaves and loose soil.

Six steps later, before the first pile of leaves floated up to the ground, another strong wind blew from above.

The strong wind blew the leaves that were still in the air backwards, hitting the monks' heads and faces painfully. The pine and cypress branches swayed, making a rustling sound.

They looked up to see where the strong wind came from, and saw two big monks flying down from a great height.

The two big monks jumped high into the air with such great momentum that they completely blocked out the bright sunlight that was shining on the forest path.

They were the two leaders who were injured just now.

Realizing that Xu Xing was making rapid progress in the bloody battle, the two already injured people made the same decision at the same time.

They are going to use their lives to create fighting opportunities for others!
Before the person landed, a huge shadow had already fallen on the spot.

Xu Xing, however, seemed to be unaware of it. He raised his left leg, climbed another step, and chanted again:
"Kill until the road is blocked by corpses..."

When the word "road" was read, the three layers of stone steps around the stone step under Xu Xing's feet suddenly broke and collapsed. The soil on both sides shook violently, revealing the gnarled roots of trees.

When Xu Xing took this step, it was equivalent to flattening the three steps into the ground. A smooth section about a foot high suddenly appeared on the neatly arranged stone steps on the mountain path.

Rumble, rumble, rumble. The monks following behind even felt as if the whole mountain shook. They staggered and could hardly stand.

With this force, Xu Xing was like a majestic roc that had gathered enough wind power and took off with the wind. He rushed forward diagonally, making a sharp and clear whistle, and passed by the two monks.

The two men were in mid-air, unable to change their moves, and their throats were torn apart by the eagle's claws. They fell to the ground dejectedly, and then rolled along the mountain path like a rolling gourd, all the way to the group of monks.

The power of Xu Xing's charge was almost unbelievable. After killing two chief masters, he also swept through the battle formation formed by this group of gray-clothed masters and rushed out twenty or thirty steps in one go.

The only sound in the valley was a loud laugh.

"Cover up your sleeves and read the book of immortality!"

After Xu Xing broke out of the encirclement, he climbed up ten or so steps and stopped when he came to a slightly larger circular platform.

He raised his head and at the end of his sight, there appeared a towering red-painted gate with thick doorposts and two green stone lions on the left and right, looking majestic.

Behind the gate, you can vaguely see towering palaces rising one after another. The sunlight shines brightly, reflecting on the glazed tiles, which is gorgeous and dazzling.

The sudden appearance of such a building among the deep peaks is almost a miracle, enough to make ordinary people feel awe.

Looking down from this perspective, it is even more spectacular.

On the winding mountain path leading directly to the gate, there was a tall and thin monk walking down the stone steps.

Compared with the red-painted gate above his head and the towering palaces behind him, the monk's figure is just a tiny mustard seed.

But the strong impact and shock he brought to Xu Xing was far greater than these magnificent buildings, and can only be described in eight words.

——Unparalleled in heaven and on earth!

Xu Xing shook off the blood on his hands, ignoring the many monks rushing over from behind, and grinned:
"It's really you."

Although he had never seen the Chakravartin, Xu Xing had heard Xiyu describe his appearance and recognized the Chakravartin sword in his hand.

Xu Xing's upper body and pants were stained with a rich blood color, and the red hair rope had been untied, and his long hair fluttered in the wind, like a burning flame. Although his heroic face was pale due to the intense exertion, his eyes were still unruly, giving people a sense of extreme sharpness.

As he fought his way forward, although Xu Xing's physical condition had declined, his momentum was unprecedentedly high.

"The Black Stone Wheel King and the Southern Shaolin Abbot are actually the same person, hey!"

Ever since killing Lian Sheng and Lei Bin, Xu Xing knew that sooner or later he would have a battle with the Black Stone leader, the Chakravartin.

He just didn't expect that the battle would come so quickly and so suddenly.

Well, a life-and-death battle, all new and old grudges will be settled, so refreshing!
Facing this intruder, Fawei's anger calmed down, he smiled and said with emotion:
"When the road was blocked by corpses, I covered my sleeves and began to read the book on longevity. Good sentences, really good sentences. This kind of courageous and diligent heart is rare in the world.

You are indeed a master who has blazed your own trail. Lian Sheng and the others died in your hands, which was a worthy death.

I didn't expect that I would have to kill one of you today. What a pity, what a pity."

With Fawei's vision, he could certainly see that Xu Xinglian's method was not that of Buddhism or Taoism, but a path he had opened up on his own.

There was no trace of murderous intent in his words, only an overwhelming loneliness and regret.

Xu Xing could feel the sincerity in Fawei's words. It was not just empty talk but his true feelings.

Xu Xing could also understand his intentions. In this age when the boxing system has not yet been fully perfected and the path to becoming an immortal through martial arts is hard to find, masters like them who have walked their own paths are like sparse stars, scattered lonely in the dark night sky.

Just as Zhu Polong pioneered the method of "combined refining", Xu Xing created the path to "extreme realm".

No one knows whether this star of his can become the blazing sun that illuminates the universe, but he is also trying his best to shine in the darkness, trying to illuminate a part of the sky.

Even if my body burns to ashes, it is worth it.

This spirit of overcoming all obstacles and opening up new paths in the mountains is what these pioneers have in common.

That is why Fa Wei felt so emotional.

From a certain perspective, he and Xu Xing are truly the same kind.

It was for this reason that they made a life-and-death battle agreement in just a few words.

The feeling of sympathy for his own kind arose suddenly but then disappeared. Fawei now displayed the absolute confidence and dominance that befitted the title of "Wheel-Turning King".

He looked down at Xu Xing, raised his sleeves, revealing a black sword blade, and said calmly:
"Use whatever means you have. After you die, I will find someone to pass on your boxing skills."

The Chakravartin's tone was extremely calm, yet there was a kind of unstoppable strength in his voice, and he truly had the air of a saintly king who "rules the four worlds and commands everything".

As he spoke, he revealed a row of fine white teeth with deep and even roots and the tips of his teeth as sharp as nails.

Among the thirty-two characteristics of a Buddha, one is that he has forty teeth.

Although he had not yet trained forty teeth to achieve the perfect Buddha body, he still had thirty-six teeth.

But compared to his teeth, Xu Xing paid more attention to his fleeting emotion.

Generally speaking, Buddhist masters who are proficient in meditation have a state of mind that is as calm and unmoving as the earth, and they will not easily reveal their emotions.

But the Chakravartin is different. Since he appeared, Xu Xing has felt various emotions such as anger, emotion, nostalgia, and joy from his eyes.

However, although these emotions are complex, they are fleeting. The duration of each emotion is fixed and controlled extremely precisely, and they disappear as soon as they arise.

Therefore, although the Chakravartin's emotions seem rich, in fact, he is "passing through a field of flowers without getting a single leaf on him", almost heartless.

This method of manipulating emotions and thoughts reminded Xu Xing of the demons recorded in Buddhist scriptures who could not generate their own pleasures, but instead used other people's pleasures to play around.

Use the artistic conception of Paranirmita-vasavada to practice the Vajra Dharma of Buddhism?

Thinking of the demonic realm he had just encountered, Xu Xing was not angry at all, but laughed out loud:
"You want to use the devil to devour the Buddha, you crazy monk!"

Strictly speaking, Xu Xing and Zhuanlun Wang are indeed on a similar path, and their boxing styles are both derived from Buddhist artistic conception.

It’s just that one wants to flap its wings and fly up into the sky, while the other wants to swallow up the Buddha as a devil and destroy all dharmas.

Xu Xing had a premonition that if he could use the Hun Tian Fist to destroy the Buddhist intentions and evil thoughts of the Chakravartin, he would be able to break through the last layer of window paper and truly "fist into the void", and in the realm of boxing, he would be on par with Zhu Tiandu, who is at the top of this world!

Of course, this is absolutely true for the Chakravartin as well.

Whether it was for new or old grudges, or for personal martial arts progress, both of them had enough reasons to fight to the death.

In that case, what are you waiting for!

Xu Xing was delighted to see the prey and didn't want to say any more. He spread his legs and took a bow stance, and pulled his right hand back to the limit. His whole body exploded in a series of ways. This time, there was not only the sound of broken strings from the collapse of his tendons, but also the buzzing sound of his bones vibrating.

Even Xu Xing's extremely tough skin and fascia could not contain this incomparably powerful force, and even strands of blood oozed from his body surface.

This is exactly the inspiration that Xu Xing got from Zhu Polon's "combined refining" method.

On the way to Southern Shaolin, Xu Xing had practiced with the stone mirror four times. Although he still could not cultivate a body with "flat ribs and twisted tendons", he was able to apply this principle to "random arrows" and transform this style of boxing from the power generated by the collapse of large tendons to the resonance of tendons and bones.

Although the power has been greatly increased after this change, the burden on the user's body is also far greater than the original version.

It was only after Xu Xing was shocked to death twice in a row that he figured out his own endurance limit, and barely managed to master it and apply it in actual combat.

Xu Xing laughed and punched him.

"But let's see whether you are the more powerful demon or someone else is the one who destroys the demon and destroys the Buddha!"

When this punch was thrown, Xu Xing's entire body seemed to be hanging on his right fist. His body was buzzing, and there were loud sounds of bones twisting and rubbing, and tendons collapsing and exploding.

Before the fist reached his body, the center of the Chakravartin's eyebrows was already twitching.

He felt that what was attacking him was not a fist or a person, but a comet with a long tail of flame, or like a rainbow that cut through the sky and pierced through the scorching sun.

A comet hits the moon and a rainbow penetrates the sun!
Stimulated by this brutal murderous aura, the Wheel-Turning King frowned tightly, and a white hair unexpectedly grew out of his skin that was twisted into a "川" shape, twisting to the right like the sun at noon, emitting a faint, jade-like light.

The thirty-two physical characteristics of Buddha, including the white hair characteristic!
This crazy monk who called himself "Wheel-Turning" actually tempered his body to the point where he could display many strange phenomena!

As the white hair appeared, the Chakravartin's face became calm, and he slashed at Xu Xing with his sword.

The sleeves rolled back, revealing a hand that looked like it was carved from topaz.

The five fingers of this hand are slender and straight, all with interconnected web patterns. The palm is plump and soft, the skin is fine, moist, and free from dust and dirt. It already possesses five of the thirty-two characteristics.

Such a palm is almost no different from the hand of Tathagata Buddha recorded in Buddhist scriptures.

According to legend, Manjushri Bodhisattva holds a Vajra Sword in his hand, which can cut off all worries and obsessions, and destroy all ignorance and stupidity.

How terrifying would it be if Tathagata held a sword? !

Xu Xing was about to verify this answer!
(End of this chapter)