Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 65 Two Fists
Murong Xing looked at the monks who had arrived.

Xu Zhu from the New Shaolin Temple, Jiumozhi, the national teacher of Tibet, Xuan Nan from the Shaolin Temple and others.

There are eight or nine of them in total, and most of them are bald!
What are the best talents in the world? It’s just a meeting of monks!

He couldn't help but feel that there were too many bald heads in front of him.

At this moment, Murong Xing suddenly heard someone say loudly:
"What new Shaolin Temple? Old Shaolin Temple! They are nothing but chickens and dogs in front of me, the old immortal Xingxiu!"

Along with these words, a fairy-like figure came not far away from the crowd as if riding the wind.

The man was tall and strong, with flowing silver hair and holding a Xiaoyao fan.

He has a ruddy complexion, a three-foot long silver beard, a childlike face and white hair, just like a god in a painting.

It was none other than the leader of the Xingxiu Sect, the old Xingxiu immortal Ding Chunqiu!
Hearing Ding Chunqiu's arrogant words and not taking Shaolin Temple seriously, Xuan Nan's face changed and he wanted to speak.

Suddenly he saw Xu Zhu eating porridge over there and closed his mouth again.

After Ding Chunqiu arrived, he said to Su Xinghe in a haughty manner: "Brother Su! You broke your own oath and wanted to die. You can't blame me. Hahaha!"

Su Xinghe sighed, looked at the puzzled crowd and said, "This Ding Chunqiu was originally my junior fellow apprentice. Thirty years ago, he betrayed our master, causing our master to die in grief, and also beat me so hard that I couldn't fight back!"

"I should have died to honor my master, but I remembered that my master had a wish that had not been fulfilled. If I did not find someone to solve the mystery, I would not be able to see my master even after I died. So I endured the humiliation and lived on until now."

"Over the years, I have kept my promise to my fellow apprentice and remained silent, becoming a deaf-mute old man!"

"I broke my vow these past two days just to solve the wish left by my master, the Zhenlong chess game."

When everyone heard him say this, they thought in silence.

Duan Yu thought to himself, "I saw this chess game in Langhuan Blessed Land that day. Could it be related to Mr. Su's master? I will ask him about it later."

Murong Xing was thinking: "You old man, you have spent the past thirty years not practicing martial arts but playing chess! What are you talking about your master's last wish? If you kill the enemy who murdered your master, your master will jump out of his grave with joy!"

After finishing his porridge, Xu Zhu put down the clay pot in his hand and burped.

In the practice of "Prince Road", every meal must be taken seriously.

Only in this way can you reach the "Prince Road Realm" as soon as possible.

What kind of prince is he if he can’t even eat properly?
"Your name is Ding Chunqiu, right? You are also the Starry Immortal, right?" Xu Zhu suddenly said to Ding Chunqiu.

Ding Chunqiu was just about to deal with Su Xinghe when he suddenly heard the little monk eating porridge nearby speak to him rudely. How could he control his temper?
He kills people at will!

A stream of poisonous powder followed his finger wind and secretly came in front of Xu Zhu.

Xu Zhu did not dodge or evade, as if he was unaware of the poisonous powder.

"Oh... Shaolin Temple is nothing but this!" Ding Chunqiu sneered and was about to watch Xu Zhu die from the poison.

But Xu Zhu just put the bowl aside, stood up and said: "The layman has humiliated Shaolin Temple twice."

"For the first time, I can take it as a casual remark of the layman, and I didn't hear it."

"The second time, I can't pretend I didn't hear it!"

"Especially since the layman poisoned me, it shows that he is a bad person!"

When everyone heard him say that Ding Chunqiu was a bad person, they felt strange.

Who doesn't know that the Xingxiu Immortal is good at using poison, cruel and ruthless, and notorious!

Do I need you to say he is a bad guy?
"You are quite capable, monk! The heart-eating poison can't even faze you!" Ding Chunqiu laughed after hearing Xu Zhu's words: "Then let me show you my power-transforming method!"

The Hua Gong Dafa can dissolve the internal energy of others, and it is his famous skill!

While talking, Ding Chunqiu secretly poisoned Xu Zhu again, but he suddenly noticed a wave of heat coming out of Xu Zhu's body.

Not only did he feel it, but everyone else present also felt it. In their eyes, Xu Zhu seemed not to be a person, but a furnace emitting heat waves all over his body.

No, not the stove.

But the sun!

"Nine Yang Divine Art!" Xuan Nan couldn't help but blurt out.

On that day, Fanci came to Shaolin Temple to argue, and Xuan Nan saw with his own eyes that the "Nine Yang Magic Art" used by Fanci was like nine suns flying in the sky, hot, fierce, and domineering, unlike any human martial arts!

Although what Xu Zhu used at this time had not yet reached the level of Fanci that day, it still made people feel terrified.

"Playing tricks!" Ding Chunqiu saw the heat wave on Xu Zhu's body, and waved the Xiaoyao fan in his hand, and a gust of wind flew away.

There are thirteen kinds of poison hidden in the fan.

As long as any one of them takes effect, Xu Zhu will be unable to live or die!
But he didn't know that the Nine Yang Magic Skill was immune to all poisons and was specifically designed to break all cold and negative internal forces!
The Nine Yang Magic Art used by Xu Zhu was refined by Fan Ci!
The power is even more overbearing!

Xu Zhu ignored Ding Chunqiu's fan, his muscles bulged and his skin turned slightly red, like an angry King Kong.

Then, he came in front of Ding Chunqiu at incredible speed and punched him!
Even Murong Xing could recognize this punch; it was the most basic Luohan Fist of Shaolin Kung Fu.

A simple, ordinary straight punch!
With a "bang", the air seemed to explode with this punch.

Ding Chunqiu was knocked back more than ten steps by this punch, and he kept retreating to dissipate the force of the punch.

"Boom boom boom!"

Every time he stepped on the ground, a big hole was left, as if he was stepping on a big drum!
Finally, he had no way to retreat and crashed into a pine tree.

"Bang!" The pine tree was broken by him.

"Wow!" He couldn't help but spit out blood from his mouth!

If he hadn't reacted quickly and stepped back quickly, he might have been killed by this punch!

Even so, he was seriously injured!
Ding Chunqiu looked at Xu Zhu in disbelief, then turned around and was about to run!
Since when did Shaolin Temple have such a master?

Murong Xing and Duan Yu, who were standing by, were amazed at the sight. They felt that this punch was as powerful as Wang Yuyan's supernatural power!

It's terrible!
Xu Zhu's ghostly figure stopped Ding Chunqiu from escaping.

"Layman, remember to be careful with your words and actions in your next life!"

After saying that, he threw another fiery punch at Ding Chunqiu's head.

Ding Chunqiu wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

With a "pop", his head shattered like a watermelon!

"Good! Good!"

Xu Zhu dodged the blood that burst from Ding Chunqiu's head with skillful movements, and clasped his hands together, saying, "I have killed again."

"...Namo Amitabha Night...Dotagadu Night..."

He recited the Amitabha Sutra.

The tone of the mantra was the same as the Great Compassion Mantra he chanted over a plate of pig heads when Duan Yu first met him.

This bald donkey is so cruel and has such a black heart!

Such an idea came to Duan Yu’s mind.

　Who isn’t a little prince?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)