"Amitabha!"

Shaolin Abbot Duxu Zen Master folded his hands and saluted the Mongolian national teacher Shenhui, and said with a solemn face:

"The national teacher came to my Shaolin Temple, and the temple failed to welcome him from afar, which was a loss of etiquette, and he also looked at Haihan."

Shenhui Guoshi also folded his hands and saluted back, and said directly to the point:

"I heard that Shaolin is a martial arts master, and has the reputation of the ancestral court of Buddhism in the world.

Zen Master Duxu frowned and said:

"The words of the national teacher are serious, and this temple does not dare to have this reputation."

He paused, seemed to hesitate, and asked:

"The national teacher is here to exchange Buddhism, why do you want to besiege this temple?"

Shenhui Guoshi said expressionlessly:

"Abbot, please don't misunderstand, these are just guards sent by the disciples to protect this seat, if you startle the monks, I apologize below."

Although Shenhui Guoshi said that he was apologetic, he did not have any apologetic look on his face, and all the monks behind him had thick bones, and the monks' robes could not hide that they were tall and big, and their bodies were amazing.

In fact, all the monks present knew that Shenhui Guoshi came to Shaolin Temple this time because the drunkard did not mean to drink, saying that it was to exchange Buddhism, but in fact he came to Liwei, a bad one, it is possible to directly order an attack on Shaolin Temple.

It's one thing to know just to know, it's another thing to deal with it, in the face of tens of thousands of troops under the mountain, the monks had to succumb, and the abbot Duxu Zen Master had no choice but to respond:

"Then I invite the national teacher to take a seat."

Shenhui Guoshi laughed, this seemed to be a signal, and immediately behind him, a tall monk stood up, bowed, and said loudly:

"In the lower Halu thorn, come and ask for Shaolin Buddhism!"

The Shaolin monks looked at each other, and finally an old monk stood up, sat down cross-legged on a futon between the two sides, and folded his hands and said:

"This master, please!"

The monk glanced at the old monk up and down, and suddenly raised his foot and stepped on the ground, and a 'bang' sound was smashed out.

The old monk was caught off guard, and before he could raise his hands to cross his hands in front of him, he was hit by a punch, and the whole person flew backwards and fell to the ground, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the ground.

This sudden move Shaolin monks did not react, or someone reacted but did not have time to help, they could only watch the old monk being beaten and vomiting blood, everyone stood up, a warrior monk stepped forward to help the old monk, the abbot was windless and automatic, suppressed the anger in his heart and looked at the Shenhui National Master and said:

"What does this mean, national teacher?"

Shenhui did not speak, but the monk said in strange Chinese:

"In my Mongolian Tantra, that's how the Dharma is exchanged."

He looked at the old monk who vomited blood, and his eyes showed a trace of disdain:

"This master's Dharma is very ordinary, he is not my opponent, so let's talk about the Dharma with me with another master!"

"I'm coming!"

As soon as his voice fell, a middle-aged monk who was also tall stood up, seeing that his body was a warrior monk, he folded his hands and bowed, and immediately turned his palms into fists and squeezed:

"Please!"

The monk sneered, pressed the soles of his feet the ground, pounced like a tiger hunting, and smashed his fists into the fists smashed by the middle-aged warrior monk with both hands.

"Bang bang!"

The two of them exchanged four punches in the air, making two muffled sounds, and the two of them retreated at the same time, looking evenly divided. But in the next second, the two figures rushed together again, and the sound of fists and feet was heard endlessly.

Both of them are proficient in fist and foot kung fu, and their cultivation is comparable, and they played an equal game for a while, regardless of victory or defeat.

However, although the cultivation is the same, but the actual combat effectiveness is also related to the martial arts and experience of the practice, the Shaolin martial arts is not blown out of the world, the middle-aged warrior monk has practiced in the Shaolin Temple for many years, and can meet the Shenhui National Master here is already considered to be the middle and high-level in the temple, and has been qualified to practice the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin Temple, and he is practicing the bright fist known as the first punch in the world, the fist is like the sun shining, one punch after another endlessly.

At the beginning, the monk could still fight against the warrior monk, and after fifty moves, he began to be on the defensive, and after a hundred moves, he could only resist with all his strength, until the one hundred and thirty-third move, he finally couldn't resist the continuous fists, and was forcibly smashed open the defense by a punch, and a punch was knocked back in the chest.

The monk covered his chest and retreated, the monk put his hands together and was about to speak, and suddenly another monk burst out, his hands were clapped with one palm, the monks were united with both hands, and raised his hand to block, but he was forced to take two steps back, and the monk took this opportunity to shoot eighteen palms in one breath, forcing the monk to retreat eighteen steps in a row, one palm and one step, at a disadvantage, but still blocked, and finally relieved himself when he took the eighteenth step, his eyes flashed, and his fist released his fingers to meet the fist smashed by the monk.

"Click!"

Two crisp bones and a scream sounded, and the monk's body retreated violently, and there were already several blood holes on his fist, dripping with blood.

"Dragonclawhand?"

The middle-aged warrior monk took a step back and nodded:

"The master has been injured, I'm afraid the injury will worsen, please take a back and rest."

The monk also knew that he had broken a few finger bones, and he had all his kung fu in his hands, or he would have been treated too early and late, and his kung fu would have been wasted, so he didn't insist anymore and retreated in a muffled voice.

After losing two people in a row, the Mongolian national teacher Shenhui couldn't hold back a little on his face, opened his eyes and glanced at the warrior monk opposite, and said:

"Moa, you go."

Behind him, a dark-skinned, tall and thin monk like a bamboo pole stood up, he took off a huge string of Buddha beads hanging on his chest and respectfully placed it on the sitting futon, before turning around and walking towards the middle-aged warrior monk, clasped his hands together and saluted very seriously, and when the middle-aged warrior monk returned the salute, the calm breath on his body exploded instantly, like a volcanic eruption, and his right hand was raised and patted out.

His movements were fast, but it was strange that everyone could clearly see him raise his palm, and he could see the trajectory of his palm, and it felt like it was in slow motion.

But at the moment when he made a move, the faces of several monks changed dramatically and they screamed, and the middle-aged warrior monk who was his opponent had a solemn face to the extreme, took a sharp breath, raised his hand and punched him.

"Click!"

Almost instantly, the two fists collided together, and a crisp sound of bone shattering sounded, and in the next second, a figure flew out upside down, and a blood line flew out of an arc in mid-air, and the middle-aged warrior monk fell to the ground with a 'snap', and there was a sound of clothes and wind, and the monk had jumped over, and slapped the chest of the warrior monk to the ground with one palm.

"No!"

"We throw in the towel!"

After a series of exclamations, one person stepped forward and grabbed the middle-aged warrior monk's foot and dragged it hard, 'Boom! With a muffled sound, the monk slapped his palm on the ground, and the hard stone slab was torn apart, and countless rubble flew away.

The monk raised his head violently, the fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he kicked the ground with one foot, and hit him with a fit.

An old Shaolin monk immediately raised his hand and shook his sleeve, and with a muffled 'bang', the sleeve was broken, and the old monk also took two steps back with a muffled sound.