Peerless Immortal Son-in-law

Hearing the old monk's words, Jin Wudao's face changed slightly. He was not afraid that Ding Yi could not catch the old monk's move, but that the old monk's old bone would be shaken by Ding Yi, which would make it more difficult to solve the problem. So he quickly whispered, "master, you should be gentle, or we can't explain why this old guy has an accident."

"Don't worry, his strength is not as weak as you think." Ding Yi shook his head.

The old man who sweeps the floor is not so simple. Jin Wudao doesn't realize that his cultivation is normal, because the old man's strength is not weaker than Jin Wudao, and may even be stronger than Jin Wudao. However, these are all guesses of Ding Yi, because he can't see through the old monk.

Actually, this old monk looks so ordinary. His gray cloth robe is white, and there are two patches on it. Apart from his bright eyes, he can hardly see any bright spots. Only in his address to master Yuanjue, Ding Yi can see some clues.

This old fellow, at least, is a monk of the same generation as Yuanjue. Otherwise, he would not call master Yuanjue by his legal name.

Hearing Ding Yi's words, Jin Wudao was slightly stunned. Then he was shocked. Could the master say this, is there anything special about this old monk? But no matter how he explored, he could not see anything special about the old monk.

At this time, the old monk suddenly put the broom in his hand beside him, raised his drooping eyelids, flashed a light in his eyes, folded his hands and bowed his head and said, "little benefactor, I have offended you."

As the voice fell, the old monk's eyes coagulated, his left foot stepped forward half a step, and an invisible momentum spread around him. The old monk seemed to stretch out his hand full of gullies at will, and gently pinched his fingers!

"Seventy two unique skills of Shaolin Ding Yi's eyes narrowed. I didn't expect that the old monk would be able to master the 72 unique skills of Shaolin!

The seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin Temple have never been spread abroad. Is it hard to say that the old monk is from Shaolin Temple? Don't wait for Ding Yi to think more, the old monk will do it!

At first, when the old monk reached out, Jin Wudao didn't understand what it meant, but the next moment he turned pale and his heart was lifted up!

I saw the old monk knead three fingers, gently turn, happened to fall a yellow willow leaves in the sky, with the breeze, the old monk pinched in the three fingers, like a daughter's home gently pinched the leaves, gently toward the front of a flick!

At the next moment, the leaves disappeared in a flash, but Ding Yi's face changed slightly. He stepped on the ground with his right foot, and a crack was made on the bluestone floor. At the same time, Ding Yi's shoulders trembled, and the spiritual power in his body surged wildly along the shoulder, and a huge shock force burst out from his shoulder.

Others may not notice the abnormality, but in Ding Yi's spirit exploration, he can clearly detect that there is an extremely strong dark force in the old monk's fingers. The dead leaf is not disappeared, but is instantly smashed into pieces invisible to the naked eye.

The dark force, which is wrapped in invisible fragments of the naked eye, strikes Ding Yi. In an instant, it falls on Ding Yi's shoulder. It is at this time that the anti shock force of Ding Yi's shoulder comes and severely hits the dark force.

Bang! The air in front of Ding Yi suddenly burst and made a loud noise!

This scene scared Jin Wudao. He quickly walked to Ding Yi and asked anxiously, "master, are you ok?"

Ding Yi shook his head, reached out and dusted on his shoulder. Then he looked at the old monk and said with a smile: "I didn't expect to see the finger of picking flowers among the 72 unique skills of Shaolin in this white horse temple. Is it that the master was born in Shaolin Temple?"

"Hahaha, it's really daunting! Please The old monk's face changed slightly, and immediately got out of the way and made a gesture of invitation, "I hope you can help Yuanjue get through this difficulty."

Seeing this, Ding Yi no longer hesitated. He hugged the old monk and didn't ask about the finger pinching, so he turned around and walked into the temple.

Seeing Ding Yi go in, Jin Wudao quickly followed him and asked in a low voice, "master, do you know the old monk's move?"

"Well, one of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple, it can't be wrong." Ding Yi sighed suddenly.

Finger pinching is the most special skill among the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple. It is different from Luohan boxing and bamboo leaf hand. Although it is a secret, people who practice it are either stupid or crazy. Once they practice it, the other 71 skills will not be able to learn, otherwise they will be in trouble of being possessed by demons!

Therefore, finger pinching has become a rare skill in Shaolin Temple's 72 unique skills. In addition, it is extremely difficult. Not one of 10000 people can succeed in practice. Therefore, Ding Yi was so surprised when he saw it.

"At the beginning, I once saw a man who could not stand his finger even though he had practiced his fingertips to perfection." Suddenly, a figure appeared in Ding Yi's mind. He blurted out subconsciously.

After that, Ding Yi's face suddenly turned pale. He tightly covered his chest. For some reason, a nameless pain came from his heart. When he went to think about it, the shape of his figure was already blurred.

"Master, what's the matter with you?" Jin Wudao quickly helped Ding Yi and asked eagerly.Ding Yi waved his hand and let out a long breath. Just then he suppressed the pain in his heart. He closed his eyes in a short breath and couldn't help thinking to himself: "who did I think of just now?"

"Come on, let's go first." A moment later, Ding Yi still can't remember who the man was, so his body image and outline were blurred, as if the figure of the man had been erased from his mind.

Under the pressure of this matter, Ding Yi quickly walked into the Zen hall and led by Jin Wudao to master Yuanjue's meditation room.

The door of master Yuanjue's meditation room is open. A group of monks are standing in the meditation room. They are looking at the old monk lying on the bamboo bed in the meditation room seriously. The whole meditation room is filled with solemn atmosphere.

The arrival of Ding Yi and Jin Wudao broke the original solemn and sorrowful atmosphere. Huichen and Huimin changed their faces and yelled in a low voice: "who let you two come in?"

As soon as the words were uttered, everyone turned their eyes to Ding Yi and Jin Wudao, showing a look of doubt.

However, Ding Yi ignored Huichen. Instead, he looked at the old monk lying on the bamboo bed and asked, "this is master Yuanjue?"

I'm afraid the old monk is about 90 years old. His skin is full of old marks. Now he is lying on the bamboo bed, dying. His breath is too thin to smell. Beside him, there is an old monk who is pulling out his silver needles one by one.

"Huichen, who are they?" After seeing Ding Yi and Ding Yi, an old monk with white eyebrows solemnly asked.

"Master, they are the people sent by the Chen family. They forced to break into our white horse temple before and were stopped by us. But later, the abbot..." Speaking of this, Huichen pauses for a moment, looking at the old monk lying on the bamboo bed, and her eyes show sadness.

"What?" Hearing Huichen's words, the monk with white eyebrows changed his face, and his eyes at Ding Yi suddenly became sharp. "If you hurt the abbot of our temple, you dare to intrude into our temple. Do you think our temple is so bullying? Get them for me