The Legend of Jin Yong's Legend of the Online Game

Chapter 773 Journey to Shaolin ([-])

Chapter 790 Six Shaolin Trip (V)

It is not Fang Jie's style to retreat before the battle. For him, the challenge to the Eighteen Arhats is actually inevitable, so there is nothing to hesitate. The key now is to come up with a surefire way to break through the Eighteen Arhats and gain the qualification to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Comparing the strengths of the two sides, not to mention martial arts skills, Fang Jie is still very confident in this aspect, so the key is the upper limit of internal strength.

Fang Jie, who has seen the Eighteen Arhats Formation, naturally knows that the defensive power of this formation is extremely strong. When the Vajra Indestructible Body Magic is used, the members of the formation will not suffer substantial damage until their internal strength is exhausted. Yes, coupled with the linkage mechanism of the Arhat's magic power, the upper limit of the internal strength of the eighteen Arhats is shared. In other words, if you want to break the formation, you have to empty all the internal strength of the eighteen Arhats in order to completely break the Eighteen Arhats. .

Taking the passing away after learning the Yi Jin Jing as a reference, the upper limit of internal energy of any Du Zi generation elder is at least 50 points, and the total of eighteen arhats is 900 million points of internal energy. This is only a conservative estimate, the actual total upper limit It is not uncommon for the internal force to exceed 1000 million. On the other hand, even with the bonus of the star-attracting method, the upper limit of the internal force is only more than 200 million. The internal force is not directly proportional. If the opponent adopts consumption tactics, then it is absolutely impossible for me to pass the level of.

Of course, in the actual fighting process, the strength of both parties cannot be measured by this simple addition and subtraction of numbers, because generally speaking, the internal energy consumed by attack skills is equal to the damage caused to the opponent. The ratio is about 1:3 to 1:10. In other words, if he adopts an active offensive tactic, Fang Jie still has a [-]-[-]% chance of winning. The specific situation depends on the performance on the spot and the variables that arise.

Thinking of this, Fang Jie already had some plans in mind, and said with a slight smile: "If there is a chance, I would like to break into the Eighteen Arhats of Shaolin, but for now, I'd better finish the training tasks first, and use all the martial arts I can learn. Learn it later."

After hearing this, Du Chan had an imperceptible sneer on Du Ji's face, but Du Chan couldn't help frowning. Obviously, Du Chan had a deeper understanding of Fang Jie than Du Ji. Now that Fang Jie has This thought has also clearly expressed his attitude, so it means that this plague god may have a certain degree of confidence, but after thinking about it, Du Chan really can't figure out where Fang Jie's confidence comes from. Come.

Afterwards, the three people who had their own thoughts were silent all the way. When they arrived at the Hall of Heavenly Kings, Du Chan introduced aloud: "This is the Hall of Heavenly Kings. We have been here before..." Speaking of which, he pointed to the hall of the sitting An NPC monk in the center of the hall said: "That is Zen Master Daoguo, who has a unique skill of "holding stone palms", which is not an advanced palm technique.Don't you have the abbot's handbook?If you are interested, you can ask him to learn this martial art. "

Du Chan naturally knows everything about general martial arts or puzzles like this. After all, even if he doesn't say anything, Fang Jie can't miss it, so there's nothing to hide.

Fang Jie nodded, and while walking towards Zen Master Daoguo, he looked around and saw that the hall was surrounded by cigarette smoke, and the corners of the mantle were tinkling. Maitreya Buddha, who seems to always smile at Mimi, is lined up with four heavenly kings on both sides, each of whom insists on "smooth weather". , young and handsome, majestic, clasped his hands together, and placed the Vajra across his wrists.

"Amitabha!" Sensing someone approaching, Zen Master Daoguo opened his eyes slightly to look at Fang Jie, and said a Buddha's name, "Is this the benefactor Fang?"

"Exactly!" Fang Jie cupped his fists, took out the abbot hand letter and handed it to Chan Master Daoguo, and said, "I heard that Chan Master Daoguo possesses a martial art called "Holding the Stone Palm", and I hope you can teach it to me! "

"Hmm..." Zen Master Daoguo glanced at the handwriting, and said expressionlessly, "Since it is the handwriting of the abbot, the poor monk should obey it."

After finishing speaking, Zen Master Daoguo raised his hand slightly, slapped his palm towards the void beside Fang Jie, and then quickly closed his fingers inward to squeeze it tightly. Hearing a crackling sound, he hurriedly took a closer look, but found that there was no effect except for a small space in the void that seemed to be distorted.

Just as he was wondering, a system prompt sounded beside his ears: You have learned the "Stone Holding Palm", deducting [-] points of martial contribution!
Fang Jie couldn't help being a little dumbfounded, secretly thinking that this is the so-called unique skill?[-] points of martial arts contribution in exchange for this tasteless martial arts?

At the same time, Chan Master Daoguo, who had already received his move, sighed slightly, and said, "I'm ashamed! This stone-holding palm is just a rough creation of a poor monk, and it has not been perfected in the future, so it is only a little bit of great success. , the benefactor needs to rehearse frequently on his own. Judging by the poor monk, if this palm technique is perfect, it will be no problem to explode objects in the air!"

"Damn, a little bit of success? It turns out that you can only practice half-baked skills at level [-]..." Fang Jie, who felt a little deceived, rolled his eyes immediately. It seems that Zen masters of this generation are indeed limited in ability. I thought, flies are also meat, so it is not in vain to increase some acquired arm strength bonus.

After bidding farewell to Zen Master Daoguo, Fang Jie, accompanied by Duchan and Duji, came to the square in front of the temple again. Without further ado, he quickly visited the side halls on the east and west sides, but in the end he didn't find anything. Du Chan did not tell lies.

When heading north again, under the advice of Duchan, who was familiar with the map of Shaolin Temple, the group did not return the same way, but directly passed through the side corridor beside the east hall.

There are many side corridors like this in Shaolin Temple. The colorful beams and painted buildings in the corridors, and even the ceiling are painted with various flying figures. Each painting seems to tell a moving Buddhist story. Halfway through, a long corridor appeared on the east side of the side corridor. Looking around, there was a seven-story pagoda at the end of the corridor. What surprised Fang Jie was that, accompanied by the ringing of bells, people kept coming out of the corridor like dumplings. Jump off the top of the tower.

"Jumping the tower? Playing suicide?" Fang Jie couldn't help looking at Du Chan, trying to find the answer from him.

"Cough..." After Du Chan coughed dryly, he pointed to the pagoda and said, "As I said earlier, Shaolin Temple has a second floor, and this is one of the bell towers on the second floor. Shaolin players can cultivate themselves by jumping off the building." Skill skills without consuming potential points, if combined with bell jumping, it can improve the efficiency of agility training, and also increase the proficiency of internal skills skills, it can be regarded as one of the welfare settings of Shaolin Temple."

"How efficient is this way of cultivating agility?" Fang Jie was a little puzzled, "It can't be higher than meditation cultivation, right?"

"Of course it's not as fast as leveling with potential directly, but it's not too slow." Du Chan shook his head and said, "Shaolin Temple is relatively closed. , even now, there are only groups that take turns to go to the dungeon dungeon to brush up their potential, and the rest of them can only practice hard here."

"Impossible..." Fang Jie felt that the efficiency of jumping off a building to practice light and internal skills was too low, it was unbelievable, "The previous potential is worthless, wouldn't it be faster to spend some money to buy the potential?"

Du Chan gave Fang Jie an unreasonable look: "You think our Shaolin Temple players are rich! The so-called gain must have losses, among all the sects in the world, our Shaolin Temple players are the poorest, and they cannot kill people. You can't steal, you can't go out of the temple in the early stage, and you don't have extra money to make money. You can only earn some coppers by doing the task of chopping firewood and diving in the temple, and you don't even have enough to repair weapons. Isn’t it to dominate Tongren Lane? Why do you engage in the special brigade leasing business? It’s all because you are forced to do nothing!”

After hearing these words, Fang Jie couldn't help but gloated and laughed: "It seems that your Shaolin Temple is glamorous on the outside, strong on the outside but hard on the inside! Such a magnificent school base, such powerful disciples, but so poor that even the Beggars' Gang Why not!"

"Then you are so wrong!" Du Ji, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help interjecting: "Don't look at the disciples of the Beggars' Clan who are dressed in rags all day long, and just use broken straw mats to make a bed on the floor. You can sleep and practice leveling. In fact, the richest sect in the world is the Beggar Gang! They have the skills of begging and stealing with empty hands. How can our Shaolin Temple compare with them?"

"That's true..." Fang Jie, who had stayed in the Beggar Gang for a while, couldn't help touching his nose, as if he had acquiesced in Du Ji's statement, but he was thinking in his heart that Shaolin Temple should also have these constraints, or else the whole family Dominance, this is also a means of balancing the game system...

While thinking like this, Fang Jie walked towards the direction of the bell tower. Anyway, since he passed by here, he naturally wanted to stop by to visit.

When I came to the bell tower and looked around, I saw that the bell tower is a pagoda of brick and wood structure. , tinkling with the wind, the walls of the pagoda are hollowed out with countless seated statues of Buddhas, each in a similar shape. There is an arched small wooden door at the entrance at the bottom of the pagoda, and the two sides of the door are painted with colored paint. , which depicts the scene when Shizu lectured to the Buddhas of the heavens in Lingshan.

Entering the tower, Fang Jie discovered that there was a dungeon inside. Wisps of sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the tiles on the wall, casting unique light and shadows on the blue tile floor, like a checkerboard. The long wooden staircase coils up, seemingly endlessly. Each floor is laid with a solid wooden floor, and four large windows are opened on the octagonal wall. Viewed from the window holes, the wall is also extremely thick. Looking out from here, you can see the small garden around the tower and the bamboo forest in the north, with the fragrance of bamboo leaves blowing in the wind.

All the way to the top of the bell tower, the big bell and a giant pestle hanging in the air are directly in sight. Looking closely at the big clock, it is about two feet high and about ten feet in diameter. The body of the bell seems to be cast from bronze. It is full of densely printed ancient seals, which are estimated to weigh more than several thousand catties. The giant pestle is thick enough to hug, and it is about ten feet long. One end is wrapped in thick leather, facing the waist of the bell. No matter how the mountain wind blows, no one can resist it. I want to try to strike the clock.

Seeing this, Fang Jie focused slightly, aroused his inner strength to the maximum as a prank, and slapped the giant pestle violently with both palms!

"Buzz!"

There was a loud noise on the top of the tower, and the entire base of Shaolin Temple was shaken. The magnificent bells carried ripples of invisible true energy and quickly rippling away, and those who just jumped out of the copy of the bell tower After the Shaolin players who came out were swept by the ripples, they immediately spurted blood one by one, and fell down from mid-air in a daze.

"Paralyzed, does this kid want to slaughter the temple?" Under the bell tower, Du Ji, whose body was slightly trembling, raised his neck and scolded through gritted teeth.

At this moment, a group of monks and soldiers who appeared out of nowhere quickly surrounded Du Ji: "Amitabha! Elder Du Ji, who violated the precepts of lying and anger. If you dare to defy, clear out the temple!"

Seeing Du Ji being taken away by the monk soldiers, Fang Jie, who had succeeded in his tricks, couldn't help but blinked his mouth twice, and said to himself: "Without Du Ji, the Shaolin Eighteen Arhats formation is not something to worry about, right?"

(End of this chapter)