When the Shaolin monks saw that Fang Ming was going to perform real kung fu, they thought it was some earth-shattering skill, but they didn't expect that it was the most ordinary Shaolin in Shaolin, and even the miscellaneous monks could practice the Shaolin long fist to boil their muscles and strength!

"Break into Shaolin Thirty-three Road Long Fist!"

Fang Ming put out a boxing fight, but his mind seemed to return to the world of Lu Ding Ji, where in the Shaolin Temple, the first set of fist and foot martial arts he learned was this Shaolin Changquan!

"Fate is born and perished, starting from here, ending from here!"

Fang Ming originally chose Shaolin Temple, in addition to the orderly inheritance and rich martial arts, the last goal was to sweep the floor of the Heavenly Dragon!

He started with Shaolin martial arts, and after practicing to Dacheng, the best reference is the sweeping monk in front of him!

The other party is the highest achiever of the martial arts of the Golden Sect Buddhism, and it will definitely be of great benefit to his Shaolin Kung Fu. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At that time, if you chose other sects, there was no such good grandmaster to let you practice.

"The donor is actually good at Zen skills in this temple!" There was a surprise on the sweeping monk's face, he could see that Gu Mozhi, Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo and others were practicing seventy-two stunts, but Fang Ming's martial arts were too high, if he didn't deliberately show it, he couldn't see it.

The sweeping monk's face was surprised and then sighed again: "With one body and Yijin Sutra and seventy-two stunts, even if the Buddha is just like this, since the layman has a fate with my Buddha, why should he destroy the Buddha?" ”

"I am a Buddha in my body, and everything else is nothing but the demon Wai Dao Er!"

Fang Ming laughed and said deviant words, Mougins punched out, under the shroud of the fist wind, the air seemed to be pressed into glass, like a cannonball, and the heaven and earth were even louder, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

The sweeping monk drew a circle with his hands, facing Fang Ming's punch that was more terrifying than the previous thousand swords, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and his body was even faintly emitting golden light, and King Kong was not bad and his magic skills were sent out with all his might.

Bang!

The fists and palms were handed over, and suddenly there was another loud bang, and the sweeping monk turned into a black shadow and smashed into the Shaolin Zen Temple, breaking a big hole in the wall.

"Come again!"

Fang Ming's feet were like the wind, and in a flash, he came to the wall of the Shaolin Ancient Temple, and it was another palm!

"Donkey Kong palm power!"

In the screams of the monks, the original wall collapsed, and the bricks and stones splashed, turning into a dark weapon and smashing towards the sweeping monks.

The sweeping monk Gao Xuan Buddha numbered, retreating again and again, but Fang Ming was unforgiving, his fists and legs were fired together, and the seventy-two stunts were continuously displayed.

Dragon claw hand, big stele hand, Prajna palm, thousand hands such as the law, iron finger Zen, like a shadow with the shape of the legs, no phase robbery finger......

Shaolin Xuanzi senior monks and Jiu Mozhi have naturally practiced seventy-two stunts, but at this time, seeing that Fang Ming's moves are not only more subtle, but each move and style also carries the power of stone shock, and his face is shocked.

In the loud bang, Fang Ming had already collapsed one Zen temple after another with the sweeping monks, causing the Shaolin monks to dodge with their heads and rats, and finally hit the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

This is the main hall of Shaolin, and it is enshrined in the three Buddhas, and the treasure is solemn.

"Take me again!"

Fang Ming used the Yijin Sutra to control the seventy-two stunts, and at this time, there were sweeping monks as a reference, and he had reached the highest peak of monks in the past dynasties.

In the midst of a long laugh, he suddenly came to the three Buddha statues and slapped them with his palms.

"The grinding disc is a big smash!"

Thundered!

The Medicine Buddha in the east and the Amitabha Buddha statue in the west immediately flew up from the lotus seat, pressing down on the sweeping monk like two small mountains.

"Don't disturb my Dharma body!"

The sweeping monk was shocked, and with a palm left and right, there was a sound of bone cracking from the arm bones, but the two Buddha statues flew out flat, collapsing two walls.

"Yes, pick me up again!"

The third Buddha has gone to the second, Fang Ming's figure flashed, and he flew up again, and the central and largest central statue of Sakyamuni Buddha in the center of the Daxiong Treasure Hall immediately fell down like a heavenly pillar collapsing.

The sweeping monk held the sky with both hands, like the king of Tota to hold the Buddha statue, but the feet were deeply sunk into the ground, and the soil layer was buried directly above the knees.

Crash!

Fang Ming flew out with another kick, and a half-moon-shaped light seemed to flash in the void.

Whining......

There seemed to be a ghost crying in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Fang Ming's toe sword roared, and he slashed out with a knife, as if hell was coming to earth, and the evil ghost was asking for his life!

Crash!

The Buddha statue of Shakyamuni cracked open from the middle, revealing the figure of a sweeping monk.

"Such a powerful knife technique, the donor can actually subdue such a terrifying magic knife and turn it into a shadow-like leg method, the old monk admires!"

The sweeping monk said calmly, his hands were tied with lotus treasure seals, he sat cross-legged, his eyebrows suddenly cracked, and he was already out of breath!

The ancestral knack of the eyebrows is really like the nature of the residence, once it is broken, even the grandmaster will be scattered, and there is no reason to be lucky.

"The master has a good journey!"

The sweeping monk has reached the realm of the grandmaster in front of him, and even if he is out of breath at this time, his body is still lifelike, and his complexion is ruddy, no different from a living person.

"Arhat Golden Body!"

Fang Ming saw this scene, but it was not strange at all, the sweeping monk had already practiced Buddhism and Zen skills to the extreme, King Kong is not bad, water and fire are not invaded, even if it is put on for a hundred years, it is also the appearance of non-gold and non-jade, non-wood and non-stone, and wearing a robe is qualified to be enshrined as the existence of the Buddha's golden body by future generations!

In the world of Huang Yi, Guang Chengzi was in the Temple of the God of War, and the golden body was immortal for thousands of years, and in the world of clouds and rain, the body of the demon master Meng Chixing was not rotten after sitting down, and it had to be turned into ashes after Pang Ban had to use the kiln fire to practice hard for days and nights, which was like a miracle, and thus inspired the supreme goal and motivation for Pang Ban to move forward!

At this time, the golden body of the sweeping monk, even if it is not as good as the two in front of him, is definitely not far behind.

If it weren't for the fact that Grandmaster Fang Ming had completed the Ten Thousand Tribulation Sword, and had integrated his own martial arts to send out a shadow of the Ten Thousand Tribulation Sword that transcended the realm, if he wanted to defeat or even kill the other party, I am afraid it would not be so simple.

"Ahh Daxiong Treasure Hall, the third Buddha! ”

Xuan Ci, Tianshan Tong and others rushed over, looking at this scene, they were really dumbfounded.

"Divine Monk!"

Xuzhu saw the sweeping monk sitting cross-legged, but he pulled Xuan Ci's sleeve and sobbed: "He...... He's dead......"

"Amitabha, this nameless monk is reborn in the Western Elysium, with great achievements, for the great Arhat and the Great Bodhisattva, enjoy boundless blessings, why should the idiot cry!"

Under the disgrace of Xuanci's thoughts, there is quite a taste of enlightenment.

The consciousness of other Shaolin Xuanzi monks is not as high as his, and when he sees the last hope pass away like this, it is really like a mourning.

"Master Duan!"

Xuan Ci looked at Fang Ming: "There was a misunderstanding twenty-five years ago, and now, it has been seriously implicated, with many casualties and sins, and the old man is deeply guilty, so I hope to do it quickly......"

"Great Monk Xuanci, I think you made a mistake!"

Fang Ming pursed his lips: "I came to Shaolin this time, just to meet this master and meet friends with martial arts!" Who knew that you were all in such a big formation, and I had to reluctantly play with you! ”

"What?"

The monks were stunned at each other, and even more with annoyance and regret, all kinds of things, and so on.

It turned out that Fang Ming asked Duan Yu to send a letter, which said to visit the Shaolin holy monk and teach martial arts, they all thought that it was a senior monk of the Shaolin Xuanzi generation, and they couldn't imagine what Fang Ming really wanted to see, but it was just an old monk in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Since then, he has been like a frightened bird, inviting foreign aid, which caused today's incident.

"If it weren't for the fact that you had found so many people to block the way, I would actually be ready to go to Shaolin alone, and I would have left after discussing martial arts......"

Fang Ming said lightly, but it made the Shaolin monks almost want to vomit blood!

After all, the heroes who were killed and injured in front of them, as well as the Shaolin Zen Temple in ruins, are still vivid!

"Amitabha, I see!"

Xuan Ci immediately believed it, because at this time, the other party had the advantage, and he really couldn't deceive them.

"The old man's blood is deeper, and he really has no words to see your high righteousness!"

Xuan Ci's two lines of tears slowly fell, but the heart of the Central Plains heroes who were killed and injured next to him was full of taste, thinking that we thought that the Central Plains martial arts were in danger, so we went to the difficulty, who knew that in the end it was a big misunderstanding, and gave you Shaolin disaster in vain, this joke is too big.

In fact, Fang Ming is also responsible for this matter, if he hadn't deliberately misled, making Xuan Ci think that he had come to take revenge and destroy the Buddha, he would not have been able to get such a big battle.

"Lao Wei let the donor cut with a thousand knives, and he has no complaints, and he hopes that the donor will let go of the monks and martial arts heroes of Hesi!"

Xuan Ci immediately pleaded.

"It's late!"

Fang Ming shook his head: "I do things in the form but not in the heart, since you have already done the facts, whether you want to or not, Shaolin Temple must pay the price for this!" I don't think this temple will have to exist in the future......"

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Raging!

At the foot of the mountain, seeing the orange-red flames rising and the rumbling sound of the buildings collapsing, the surviving monks couldn't help but burst into tears.

The rest of the Central Plains heroes who lacked arms and legs were disgraced, silent all the way, and did not say hello to the Shaolin monks when they arrived at the bottom of the mountain, and left in a hurry.

It's really not in a hurry, Fang Ming has already given an ultimatum to the Central Plains Martial Arts, if he doesn't take refuge early, he will destroy the family, these heroic families are not small, so they naturally have to go back and prepare.

"It's a fire, it's really white, it's so clean!"

Fang Ming rode a tall horse and looked at the fields and villages on both sides.

What is a little strange is that when these farmers saw the fire in Shaomuro Mountain, only a few people rushed there, while the rest of the villagers watched from the sidelines, and even had a taste of schadenfreude.

Seeing Fang Ming's team of fierce men and horses walking by, he was even more frightened and immediately retreated home, hiding in the door and shivering.

"I see, Shaolin tenants?"

Shaolin Temple is the largest landlord in the vicinity, and almost the entire farmers under Shaolin Mountain are its tenants, otherwise do you think that with a few vegetable gardens, you can afford to raise thousands of monks in the whole temple?

"It's just a pity, you think too well!"

Fang Ming's thoughts on these ordinary people are extremely clear: "I think that the Shaolin Temple is gone, and all the debts in the past can be written off, or even the temple property can be converted into private property?" It's naïve!! Even if the land deed debt is burned, there is still the government! (To be continued.) )