When Gu Mozhi heard that Xuzhu had no evidence, he covered his chest and said with grief and indignation: "The little monk is a dignified Tubo national teacher, and he doesn't want to be slandered by the villain today."

The little monk has always thought that Shaolin Temple is full of monks, what he sees and hears today is really an eye-opener, phew!"

Gu Mozhi took a sudden breath of blood, his face was pale and dead, and the anger in his eyes seemed to burn the void bamboo to the ground.

When the monks saw the tragic appearance of Gu Mozhi, they all thought that he had wronged him.

At this time, the Venerable Master of the Sacred Mountain walked to the side of Gu Mozhi, gently helped him up, looked back at Xuan Ci with disdainful eyes, and said: "The majesty of Shaolin Temple has been enough, the old monk wants to leave with King Ming and Master Boluo Xing, I think the abbot will not stop it." ”

Xuan Ci hesitated for a while before sighing and said: "Today's matter, my Shaolin practice is really inappropriate, I hope all the great masters of Buddhism will not blame."

Lao Wei will not leave everyone to continue to be guests in Shaolin, junior brothers, and send you guests with me. ”

"Wait!"

The monks looked at the voice, and saw that the true qi around the Xuzhu was boiling, and the surrounding Gang Qi was shining with golden light in the sun.

The whole body is running at the limit of the high-frequency heart-destroying energy, bursts of low thunder sound came from Xuzhu's body, the dull thunder is getting louder and louder, it seems to rush out of the shackles of Xuzhu's body, tear the skin, and get free.

The gravel on the ground kept shaking, and at the same time shook everyone's hearts.

The man on the sacred mountain pointed at Xuzhu and said angrily: "Xuzhu, Xuanci has already agreed to let us go, don't you want to disobey the master's order." ”

Xuan Ci gently persuaded and said: "Xuzhu, forget about this matter, even if as you said, King Ming made it a Taoist Xiao Wuxianggong, it means that he did not steal my Shaolin stunt." ”

"Amitabha, even if King Ming learns my Shaolin seventy-two stunts, the little monk doesn't have too many grievances.

For those of us who are monks, we should not emphasize martial arts over Buddhism.

The little monk is a Shaolin monk, and the abbot has already spoken no longer to pursue it, and the little monk should obey.

It's just that the righteous brother of the little monk is the new head of the Xiaoyao faction, and Xiao Wuxianggong is the secret of the Xiaoyao faction.

The little monk knew that the former head of the Xiaoyao faction had not passed on the secret skills of the sect.

Therefore, no matter where King Ming learned Xiao Wuxianggong, the little monk will abolish King Ming's martial arts today and hand it over to my brother-in-law. ”

Xuzhu shook his head with his hands folded, step by step, step by step.

After all, Xuzhu is a Shaolin disciple, and in a reasonable situation, no one in the Shaolin monks came forward to stop it, and Xuan Ci, who has always taken care of the overall situation, is still hesitating...

Master Guanxin of Daxiangguo Temple in Kaifeng Prefecture, Master Daoqing of Jiangnan Pudu Temple, Master Juexian of Lushan Donglin Temple, Master Rongzhi of Jingying Temple in Chang'an, and Master Shenyin of Qingliang Temple of Wutai Mountain are all standing next to the people on the sacred mountain.

The six Central Plains Buddhist monks looked solemn, and they all guarded the Gumo Zhi in the rear.

These six eminent monks did not come forward to stop them because of the wrongful accusation of Jiu Mo Zhi, but mainly because Gu Mo Zhi was the national teacher of the Tubo State, and his status was noble, and he could be called one person and ten thousand people.

Once something happened to Gu Mozhi in Shaolin, the lord of Tubo would be furious.

The whole people of the country of Tibet believe in Tantric Buddhism, and the people of Tubo will definitely hate the Great Song Dynasty at that time.

The two countries will face each other, and no matter who wins or loses, they will definitely be floating in blood, and their lives will be ruined.

Every step of Xuzhu stepped on the hearts of the six monks, and in the eyes of the six monks, it seemed to see that Xuzhu stepped on the bones of the people with every step.

At this time, it doesn't matter what kind of stunts you steal or what little tricks you don't have. Even if the people on the sacred mountain had bad intentions at first, it was only a dispute within Buddhism.

As a Han Chinese, in the face of national righteousness and major rights and wrongs, no sectarian dispute is insignificant.

When Xuzhu walked in front of the six people, the six monks moved in unison.

Meditation fingers, big free boxing, no phase grappling hands, thousands of hands view free palms, arhat golden body fist, relics idealistic fingers.

The six first-class Buddhist monks in the rivers and lakes have all used their martial arts.

However, in the face of the congenital pinnacle of the Void Bamboo or the floating ants shaking the tree, I saw that the attack had just touched the Void Bamboo's body protection qi, and the six people were bounced away by the huge anti-shock force.

The high-frequency vibration passed down the arms of the six people into their bodies, and the six people who fell to the ground all vomited blood.

Except for the people on the sacred mountain with the most profound skills, the other five senior monks are all dying.

Gu Mozhi looked at the six senior monks who were on the top but didn't even touch the corners of the Xuzhu's clothes, and couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly said in a trembling voice: "Du Evil God Monk, don't do it, the little monk has moved, recruited."

The little monk did make it a small Wuxiang Gong of the Xiaoyao faction, and the Shaolin seventy-two stunts of the little monk also knew everything, not from Tianzhu, but from the old people. ”

Seeing that Xuzhu had come to him, he was indifferent to his words.

Gu Mozhi shouted in a hurry: "Xiao Wuxianggong was taught by Li Qiushui, the Empress Dowager of Western Xia, when the little monk visited Xixia, and the old man who taught me Shaolin stunts is... Be...

It's Murong Bo!"

Hearing Gu Mozhi's words, everyone was shocked, and then suddenly brightened.

The two Polo Star brothers next to them knew that they couldn't stay for a long time, and they wanted to escape while they were in chaos.

Xu Zhu raised his hand and two flower fingers shot out a total of six fingers, and the two Polo Star brothers broke their legs and the bones of their right arm, and they fell to the ground wailing.

Kumachi thought that after explaining all the facts, Xuzhu would stop, and he would be able to keep his hard-won martial arts.

After solving the two Hu monks, Ke Xuzhu continued to bend down, stretched out his right hand into a palm, and slowly approached the Gu Mo Zhi Dantian.

It's not that Xuzhu wants to torture Gu Mozhi's mind, but at this time, his skills are fully open, if it is not lighter, Gu Mozhi may not be able to bear it, and he will die with a whimper.

Seeing that Xuzhu still wanted to abolish his martial arts, his face was full of despair, his heart was like ashes, and his teeth couldn't help but chatter.

At this time, the people on the sacred mountain who had recovered a little strength next to him saw that Gu Mozhi was about to be poisoned by Xuzhu, and shouted hoarsely: "Gu Mozhi is the national teacher of Tubo, if he has an accident in Shaolin, the two countries will definitely start a big war."

The Great Song Dynasty was defeated by the Great Liao. If the Tubo invaded the Great Song Dynasty, the Great Song Dynasty would definitely be devastated, with corpses all over the field, and even in danger of destroying the country.

If you act arbitrarily, the death of thousands of people in the future will be your cause and effect.

You are a sinner through the ages!"

Xuzhu's hand stopped.

In the face of major rights and wrongs, the leakage of martial arts is just a trivial matter.

Xuzhu calmed down the Jiuyang True Qi that was operating at its limit, and a look of compassion appeared on his face.

"Amitabha Buddha is related to the lives of tens of millions of people in the Great Song Dynasty, and the little monk can't call the shots.

If I release the king of Ming today, it is difficult to ensure that the king of Ming will hold a grudge and encourage the king of Tubo to send troops to attack my Great Song Dynasty in the future.

In this matter, the little monk wants to make his uncle decide, King Ming, please come with me. ”

After that, Xuzhu turned around and left the front yard of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, and Gu Mozhi, who was already frightened, honestly followed Xuzhu to meet Zhou Fan.

Today, it was originally a dispute within Buddhism, but it eventually rose to the height of national righteousness.

The Venerable Master of Shenshan and several other Buddhist monks did not want to be entangled in this matter anymore, and meditated and healed under Xuan Ci's arrangement.

And Polo Star continued to be confined in Shaolin, and his senior brother only left after his injuries healed.

At this time, Zhou Fan was studying "Mirror Martial Arts" in the monk's house, and when he sensed that someone was here, he tidied up his clothes, and carefully checked to see if there were any omissions, so he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, looking solemn and treasured.

Xuzhu came to the door with Gu Mozhi, knocked on the door and said, "Xuzhu has something important to ask to see Uncle Shizu." ”

"Enter. ”

With the permission of his uncle, Xuzhu led Gu Mozhi into the monk's house.

There are outsiders here, and Xuzhu gave a salute and said: "Uncle Shi, not to mention that King Dalun Ming stole my Shaolin seventy-two stunts, but also secretly learned the secret of my third brother's Xiaoyao faction: Xiao Wuxianggong."

Xuzhu originally wanted to abolish the martial arts of King Ming, but he was afraid of causing the anger of the Tubo State, causing the two countries to meet each other and lose their lives.

This matter is also decided by Uncle Shi. ”

Zhou Fan nodded, didn't open his eyes, and said, "I already know about this matter, Xuzhu, you go out for the time being." ”

Xuzhu answered, and then bowed and left, leaving Gu Mozhi behind.

After Xuzhu left, Gu Mozhi respectfully bowed and said: "The little monk has seen the great monk Master Xuande. ”

Zhou Fan opened his eyes slightly, and looked at Gu Mozhi with clear eyes: "King Ming is a generation of high monks, and he should focus on Buddhism, but he went astray, and he only wanted to seek peerless divine skills.

King Ming can understand why none of the Shaolin monks has been able to learn all seventy-two stunts for so many years. ”

Gu Mozhi said cautiously: "The little monk is willing to hear about it. ”

Zhou Fan patiently explained: "This Buddhist martial arts, are all from the predecessors from the Buddhism, if you want to master the stunt, hard training is just the next class, comprehend the essence of the corresponding Buddhism, you can ascend to the sky in one step, a few days can be completed."

And at this moment, the king of Ming is colored vermilion on the 'Chengweeping Acupoint', and there is a faint purple gas on the 'Wenquan Acupoint', and the tendons and veins of the 'Buccal Car Acupoint' are trembling.

All kinds of signs show that after King Ming practiced the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, he went to practice the secret book of the temple's internal strength 'Yijin Sutra'

Is Ming Wang every morning, noon and evening, Yangbai, Lianquan, Fengfu three acupoints have the pain of ten thousand needles, and the two acupoints of 'Liangmen' and 'Taiyi' on the lower abdomen are faintly painful, and gradually there is a feeling of numbness.

King Ming secretly practiced seventy-two stunts and the Yi Jin Sutra, and his body was already full of holes, and time was running out. ”

In recent years, Kumachi has been suffering from pain every day, and if it weren't for his dedication to martial arts, he would have been unable to persevere.

Seeing Zhou Fan explain the reason for his illness, Gu Mozhi's whole body was cold, sweating profusely, and he knelt down in front of Zhou Fan and said: "Ask Master Xuande to show mercy and rescue the little monk from the sea of suffering, and the little monk will definitely persuade the lord of Tubo to make friends with the Great Song Dynasty forever." ”