Plane hunting

Chapter 406 Death is not a pity
Thank you 'Bookworm [-]' for your rewards, thank you Xia Tian.

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Just when the middle-aged monk was knocked out by Huang Shaohong's "snap fingers" and fell to the ground, he vomited blood and was injured, the gate of Shaolin Temple, which was broken with two big holes, suddenly opened.

Two rows of warrior monks wearing gray robes and holding long sticks rushed out from the door. There were 54 people on the left and 54 people on the right, a total of [-] people, which is the number of [-] Arhats.

Seeing the miserable state of the middle-aged monk on the ground, these monks couldn't help exclaiming, "Uncle Wu Se!"

Immediately, two monks rushed out, carried 'Colorless' back to their camp, and began to check its injuries.

The monks who rushed out were indifferent to Huang Shaohong's injury, they were all filled with righteous indignation and glared at each other, but none of them rushed out to make a move, they just lined up on both sides, being careful.

Huang Shaohong looked at the monk who was wounded by him in surprise. It turned out that this guy later became friends with the Condor Hero, and together with Zhang Sanfeng and Guo Xiang, he created "Shaolin Nine Suns Kung Fu" after listening to Jue Yuan's dictation of "Nine Suns Magic" "The head seat of the Shaolin Arhat Hall, Zen Master Wuse!
Eighteen more monks came out from the gate of the temple. They were all older than the disciples who rushed out before, wearing gray robes and pale yellow cassocks. They looked like Shaolin monks of a higher generation.

After a while, seven elderly monks wearing cassocks came out. The younger ones were in their fifties or sixties, and the older ones looked wrinkled and senile. They might have reached eighty or ninety years old. The seven elders of the meditation hall.

Finally, Zen Master Tianming, the abbot of Shaolin wearing a scarlet cassock, came out slowly. The abbot was closely followed by the first Zen Master Wuxiang in the Bodhidharma Hall.

As soon as Tianming came out of the temple, all the monks saluted at the same time: "I have met Master Abbot!"

One sentence also confirmed Huang Shaohong's conjecture that this old monk was indeed Zen Master Tianming, the abbot of Shaolin.

Tian Ming glanced at Wu Se, and immediately a monk told him, "Uncle Wu Se's ribs are broken, and his internal organs are displaced. I'm afraid he will have to recuperate for several months to recover!"

Tianming nodded, then saluted Huang Shaohong with palms together: "Shaolin Tianming, I have met this Taoist priest!"

Huang Shaohong raised his eyebrows: "I have declared my name, you don't know who I am?"

Tianming's eyelids drooped, and he said in a slow voice: "As early as decades ago, our temple sent a message to the Jianghu to close the mountain and the temple for a hundred years, but now the hundred-year period has not yet come, Shaolin only cares about worldly affairs, if the benefactor is fine, Please go down the mountain!"

Songshan and Dashengguan are both in Henan. Although the former is under the rule of Mongolia, the distance is so close. The disciples of Shaolin laymen are all over the world. There are also many people who participated in the hero banquet. Shaolin does not know who the new leader of the martial arts is. impossible.

Abbot Tianming was talking about him this time, not to pick up on Huang Shaohong!

Huang Shaohong looked up to the sky and yelled: "I broke the gate of your mountain and hurt the head of your Arhat hall, and you let me go down the mountain so easily. This kind of behavior is not like your style of the number one sect in Shaolin martial arts! I think you have ghosts in your hearts! "

When Huang Shaohong said this, his smile restrained and his face sank like water:
"Pin Daogui is busy with the affairs of the 'Martial Arts Leader', and I don't want to go around in circles with you. I am here today, and I don't intend to embarrass you. As long as Shaolin dedicates all its martial arts, the leader will turn around and leave!"

He had obtained many cheats of Shaolin in the "Deer and Cauldron World", but most of the unique skills of Shaolin at that time were lost, and most of them were incomplete. This time he came to get the whole book.

As soon as Huang Shaohong said this, all the monks present were in an uproar, and they asked for all the secret books of Shaolin. You are not embarrassing, so what is embarrassing?Is it difficult to ask for chastity?

Beside Tianming, the first Zen Master Wuxiang of Bodhidharma Hall couldn't help but said: "My Shaolin has been closed for decades, even if you are the leader of the martial arts, you still can't control our Shaolin!"

"I guess you guys knew my identity a long time ago, and you really pretended to be ignorant!"

The corner of Huang Shaohong's mouth twitched, revealing a mocking smile:
"As long as you Shaolin disciples abolish all martial arts and hand over all martial arts secret books, how about the leader of this alliance approve you to withdraw from the martial arts? Otherwise, as long as you practice martial arts, you will be controlled by the leader of this alliance!"

Tianming raised his eyes and looked at Huang Shaohong, and said in a slow voice: "Don't bully people too much!",

Huang Shaohong laughed angrily: "Am I deceiving people too much? Well, I will ask you, are you Shaolin monks Han Chinese or Tartars?"

He originally wanted to suppress the opponent with national righteousness, but who knew that Tianming was not fooled, and replied blankly: "The Taoist has a good look, and he entered my Buddhist school. The four elements are empty, regardless of Han people or Tartars. They are all monks." !"

Huang Shaohong scolded angrily: "Being a monk or a monk, first of all, you are still individuals. Since you are human, there are differences of race and blood!"

"Nowadays the Mongolian soldiers are suppressing the border, and the Great Song Dynasty is in danger. Now the martial arts in the Central Plains are united and regard the poor Tao as the leader, and defend Xiangyang against the Mongols. Shouldn't you Shaolin help?"

Tianming's expression was indifferent, and he was unmoved at all: "The words of the Taoist priest are different. The monks don't care about the affairs of the world, the dynasty rises and falls, and the tyrants compete for the throne. I really shouldn't be meddled by the monks!"

Huang Shaohong sneered and said: "What a monk who doesn't care about the affairs of the world. When Shaolin is in peace, you enjoy the incense of my Han people and eat the meals of my Han people. All the food and drink are provided by the Han people."

"Nowadays the world is in chaos, the common people are suffering, your food and clothing parents were slaughtered by Mongolia in the past, and you Shaolin monks are all capable, but you closed the mountain and closed the temple, how shameless you are?"

He questioned him impassionedly, many of the Shaolin monks he spoke of showed ashamed expressions, and even many of them lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.

But Abbot Tianming's face remained unchanged, and he still said in a calm tone:

"Having said that, my Songshan Shaolin is under the jurisdiction of the Mongolian court at this time. If I protect the Song Dynasty and fight against Mongolia, it will inevitably end in the destruction of the temple. Please forgive me. My Shaolin has been in existence for hundreds of years. It is the ancestral home of the Zen sect in the Central Plains. It cannot be ruined in the hands of poor monks!"

"Fart!" Huang Shaohong cursed:

"For hundreds of years, you, Shaolin, have been rewarded by the emperor of our Han family. You have enjoyed thousands of hectares of fertile land and the anointing of the people. Not to mention resting with the country, at least you have to help each other in times of difficulty. What about you? On the contrary, when the country is in trouble What's the point of standing on the sidelines and closing the mountains and temples?"

Every time he said a word, the shame on the faces of Shaolin monks increased, but Abbot Tianming was not moved at all.

The more Huang Shaohong talked, the more angry he became, with murderous intent on his face: "If there is no skin, the hair will not be attached. If the country is not there, what use is the temple!"

"Okay, my Taoist priest can understand your difficulties. For the matter of resisting Mongolia, Shaolin has no one, but you have to hand over all the martial arts cheats. This alliance is mainly used to reward those who have made great achievements in resisting Mongolia!"

Tianming proclaimed the Buddha's name again, and then said calmly: "Don't make things difficult for Taoist priests!"

"What a Shaolin, what a Tianming, what a strong man, it turns out that defending your home and country is difficult for you, so there is no need for Mongols, and the poor will let you Shaolin be expelled from the martial arts from now on!"

Huang Shaohong didn't bother to say any more, he felt that the monk in front of him was so selfish that his heart was dark.

Immediately, he turned his wrist, and a steel ball was already in his hand. He flicked his fingers with a 'bang', and there was a sound explosion. The next moment, the steel ball was in front of Monk Tianming.

Tian Ming knew very well, he didn't dare to be negligent, he covered his sleeves and used the 'Breaking Nak Kung Fu' in Shaolin 72 Unique Art to attach true energy to the sleeves, and wanted to roll up the steel ball.

Originally, he thought that even though the steel shot was fierce and powerful, but he attached his true energy to the sleeves of his robe, and used softness to overcome rigidity, he would definitely be able to dissolve it.

But Tianming didn't expect that Huang Shaohong's "snap finger supernatural power" launched with all his strength. This blow has surpassed the current five masters, so it's so easy to follow up.

As soon as the robe sleeve touched the steel ball, he heard the sound of 'chi chi', but it was the strength and true energy carried by the steel ball on his robe sleeve, which shattered and shattered, turning into butterflies all around. Spread out.

And the steel shot was only a little slower than before, but it still continued to hit him at an extremely fast speed.

"not good!"

Shocked, Tianming didn't dare to underestimate the martial arts leader in front of him any longer. He stepped back and pulled off the red cassock on his body at the same time, pouring the true energy of the Yijinjing into it, and performing another 72 unique skills, "Cassock Subduing Demon Art", to lift the cassock As a weapon, he smashed towards the steel balls that continued to attack.

At this moment, the cassock was filled with true energy, like gold and iron, when it hit the steel shot, it made the sound of a hard object hitting.

'Thorn it'!
The cassock was forcibly torn open from the middle by the steel ball, and the strength on the steel ball was finally exhausted, and it was rolled up by the cassock, and it was taken away.

At this moment, Tianming no longer had the indifferent calmness just now, cold sweat came out on his forehead, he made a move, he used two 72 skills of Shaolin to resolve it, what a horror.

He stepped back and shouted at the same time: "Brohan's formation!"

When the abbot gave an order, one hundred and eight monks in the Arhat Hall waved their long sticks and started to act.

The "Shaolin Arhat Formation" is the barrier against powerful enemies in Shaolin Temple. For hundreds of years, there has never been a legend about someone breaking out of the "Arhat Formation".

I saw that the one hundred and eight monks were divided into twelve groups at this time, nine people in each group, standing vertically and horizontally in rows. Any expert, before standing in this battle, has to lose for a while psychologically.
Moreover, once the formation is launched, the momentum of group attacks will be continuous and never-ending. Even if they are not killed, they will be exhausted after a long time.

All the monks chanted the Buddha's name at the same time, the strong wind blew up the venue, and the monk's clothes fluttered. Under the influence of the formation, the aura of one hundred and eight monks came towards Huang Shaohong in a uniform manner.

Huang Shaohong practiced martial arts, the most important thing is the aura of the fist. Not only did he experience Huang Feihong's invincible fist, but he also mastered the boxing of Ba Liming, the star of the emperor, so the invisible aura attack in front of him, For him, it was like a breeze blowing on his face, without the slightest influence.

Originally, he wanted to make up a 'snap finger supernatural power' to kill Tianming, but when he heard the other party said that he was going to set up an 'arhat formation', he couldn't help being curious, and wanted to see what the formation was like.

Seeing that the formation was formed, he flicked with his fingers, and a steel ball shot out again, aiming at the monks in the formation at will.

The big formation was launched, and the formation rotated. A group of nine monks set up nine long sticks at the same time, forming a stick net before the steel shot.

When the steel shot hit one of the long sticks, the long stick was about to be broken by the force of the steel shot when it bent. As a result, the nine long sticks were stacked on top of each other, one layer after another, one by one. Shengsheng successfully blocked the steel ball that even the abbot of Shaolin shunned.

And when the nine monks blocked the steel ball with their sticks, the formation took turns, and the other monks swung their long sticks at the same time, strangling Huang Shaohong.

Huang Shaohong's movements were unpredictable, moving around in the Arhat formation, while throwing fists and feet, and occasionally shooting a "snap finger supernatural power", each attack was extremely powerful.

As a result, as the Arhat formation unfolded, if nine monks could not block his attack, eighteen monks would make up for it, and if the eighteen monks couldn't, 27 monks would make up for it.

It is useless even if Huang Shaohong urges Qi, blood, true energy, and enters the full-strength runaway state. The power of this Arhat formation is superimposed layer upon layer, whether it is attacking or defending.

Unless Huang Shaohong can launch an attack that knocks down [-] monks at the same time, all his attacks will be shared by the group of monks and resolved one by one.

At this time, Huang Shaohong couldn't help sighing: "The Shaolin Arhat formation is really wonderful, but it's a pity that it can't be used to defend the country and fight against foreign enemies, so what's the use of it!"

He dodges, dodges a dozen long sticks, flips his hand over the Gatling gun, and pulls the trigger without hesitation.

When the half-meter-long tongue of flame was sprayed out from the muzzle of the Gatling gun, and when this terrifying war machine fired wildly, the Arhat formation, which was said to have been broken by no one for hundreds of years, was simply vulnerable to a single blow.

Wherever the torrent of bullets passed, the long stick was broken and flesh flew everywhere, and the sound of wailing instantly sounded one after another in front of the Shaolin Mountain Gate.

Huang Shaohong was still sympathetic, he put all the attacks on the lower three without missing a beat, and broke the legs of all the Shaolin monks in front of him, making them lose their fighting ability instantly.

Seeing that something was wrong, Tianming performed lightness kung fu, and was about to fly into the temple in one leap.

Huang Shaohong was speechless in response to him, delivering food?
He directly moved the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the abbot of Shaolin who was in mid-air. Poor Tianming was a master of martial arts and possessed several Shaolin masterpieces. He was beaten into a sieve before Gatling's muzzle even took a breath. .

It's a pity, but he didn't die to defend his family and country, learning martial arts is really useless!
For this abbot of Shaolin, Huang Shaohong didn't even have the slightest idea of ​​showing mercy. He was so selfish, he only knew about the temple, but he didn't know about the country, and he didn't even complain about giving away secret books.

"Abbot!"

Those injured monks, seeing the abbot's tragic death, all cried out in grief. Suddenly, the 'Wu Se Zen Master' who was originally injured and lay on the ground on the ground called out:
"Leader, stop, I, Shaolin, am willing to send troops, and I am also willing to donate cheat books!"

Although Wu Se was injured, he shouted these words with true energy, so through the continuous gunshots, they were clearly transmitted to Huang Shaohong's ears.

Huang Shaohong stopped shooting in an instant. At this time, there was no one standing in front of him. Even when he heard the gunshots, many monks who rushed out of the temple to support were injured by him in both legs and fell to the ground.

He glanced at Wu Se: "Can you be the master?"

Wu Se sighed and said: "What the leader said earlier, the little monk thought it was a good idea. Be a human before becoming a Buddha. If you don't even care about your own country and nationality, what kind of Buddha are you cultivating?"

When he said this, the faces of those Shaolin monks who were injured and fell to the ground were all moved, and they thought the same way, but the abbot had to follow the decree, and at this time, hearing Wu Se's words, the shame on their faces became even more serious point.

Wu Se said again: "The abbot passed away, and the poor monk is the head of the Arhat Hall, so he can be the master. We Shaolin monks will definitely follow the leader and fight against the enemy with all our strength."

"Well said, if you have thought this way a long time ago, why bother me to make a fuss, how many monks do you have in Shaolin?"

Huang Shaohong praised first, then glanced at the scene, thinking that curing all these people would be a lot of fighting power.

Unexpectedly, Wu Xi said: "In the valley of Songshan Mountain, there are still three thousand Shaolin monk soldiers hidden. They are my last trump card in Shaolin. They all obey the order of the leader!"

"Three thousand monk soldiers?"

Huang Shaohong was overjoyed when he heard the words. This is a world-renowned Shaolin monk soldier. What kind of combat power is that? Then he glanced at the dead Tianming in disgust, and snorted coldly:

"It's not a pity to die!"

(End of this chapter)