The last disciple of the Songshan Sect swirled in the palm of the Heavenly Demon's palm and shattered into several pieces of flesh and blood. A disdainful smile appeared on Zi Kunlun's face and he shook his head. The Songshan faction in the Central Plains is the largest sect outside the Shaolin, Tianshan, and Yuenugong factions, and it has a unique style of kung fu on whips, swords, guns, and knives. The middle-aged disciples with outstanding martial arts in the sect accounted for a large proportion of the martial arts in the Central Plains. Zi Kunlun has also heard of some names of the Songshan faction outside the Saiwai over the years. Now he is facing the siege of hundreds of disciples of the Songshan Sect Songfengtai one after another, and he actually killed more than 200 people in a row without using the Ming Jade Tribulation. In the end, the frightened Songshan disciples fled all over the mountain and were intercepted and killed by him one by one. None of these so-called famous disciples could stop him with a single move and a half.

Looking at the corpses all over Songfeng Terrace, the Heavenly Demon sighed slightly and muttered, "In addition to the Shaolin Temple and the Yue Nu Palace in the Central Plains, there is no sect worth my effort, alas."

The warm afternoon sun shines on the brown plaques of the Shaolin Temple in the shade. Standing quietly in front of the Shaolin Temple, looking at the hometown of Zen cultivation that had been absent for ten years, a trace of nostalgia arose in his heart.

"Amitabha, it is so easy to get emotional, and he can't do the realm of ancient wells without waves, he is really worthy of the teachings of his ancestors." Feeling the feeling of homecoming surging in his heart, he blamed himself for a while, and hurriedly recited the Mahaparami Heart Sutra several times to calm his mind. He looked less than forty years old, still in the prime of life, with a face as clean as jade, a lovely smile, a tall and thin figure, a pair of hands with slender fingers, and a string of Buddhist beads hanging on his chest.

With a "boom", the two crimson gates of the Shaolin Temple suddenly opened, and the master of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion hurriedly walked out of the door, bowed to the depths of the tribulation, and said, "The disciple doesn't know that the uncle suddenly moved back to the temple, and he missed the welcome, and he hopes to forgive his sins."

Du Zheng looked at the pale-haired Master Wuxiu, smiled, and said, "Master Wuxiu doesn't need to be polite, all these years, how are things going in Shaolin Temple?"

"Amitabha," Master Wuxiu proclaimed the Buddha's name, "Since Senior Brother Wuchen became the host, everything has been arranged in an orderly manner, and the number of monks in Shaolin Temple has increased by two percent compared to before, and the number of lay disciples has increased threefold."

"Oh," Watari nodded, and walked slowly towards the temple, Master Wuxiu hurriedly following him.

"Master and nephew, why are there so many people who want to become monks in this peaceful and prosperous world?" Watari asked with a smile.

"Oh, this, studying the Dharma is the right way of heaven and earth, and it is a matter of course for the world to rush to it." Master Wuxiu said from the bottom of his heart.

"Hehe, okay." Wataru smiled, not committal, just looking at the oncoming Daxiong Treasure Hall with nostalgia.

"Ah, Uncle Shi, I don't know if you can find a Dharma that can restrain the Golden Needle Dajiu Style to dissolve its killing aura." Master Wuxiu asked with concern.

"Hey," Du Zheng sighed with emotion, and said, "Each of the seventy-two Shaolin stunts has a set of Dharma crossing, eliminating anger, making it peaceful and upright, sending and receiving freely, and can get rid of demons and cross people. I originally thought that this way of the Golden Needle Dajiu Style could also find a similar Dharma solution, so that its murderous aura disappeared, it was peaceful, and it was listed as the seventy-third stunt. Who knows, this golden needle fingering method is too violent, and it is stubborn, and no matter what Dharma is, it can only strengthen its power, but cannot eliminate it."

"Amitabha, how is this good. Uncle Shi, if this fingering method is passed on to future generations, the killing will increase, and there will be no peace in the martial arts in the world." Master Wuxiu sighed.

At this time, the two had come to the meditation room hosted by Shaolin, because Master Wuchen was still in Chang'an, so Master Wuxiu was temporarily in charge of all affairs, so he was here to receive the master of the catastrophe who had returned from a long journey.

Master Doji sat on the futon, stretched comfortably, and said, "Over the years, I have traveled to countless Buddhist resorts, but only in the Shaolin Temple can I find this feeling of leisure and comfort, I really haven't come back for a long time."

"Uncle?" A strange look appeared on Master Wuxiu's face.

"Oh, my heart is connected, and I have committed the vows of obsession, Amitabha." The master hurriedly recited the Buddha's name, and his expression turned solemn.

"Although Uncle Shi is gifted and intelligent, after all, the time for meditation cultivation is still short, and this matter is understandable." Master Wuxiu smiled kindly.

"Thank you, nephew." "Over the years, I've been thinking about ways to dissolve the golden needles, and I finally have some experience."

"Oh?" Master Wu Xiu asked curiously, "I have heard of it."

"I have modified the route of the exercises a little bit in the mantra, so that the true qi that could have traveled to the fingertips has been diverted to the spring points on the soles of my feet." The catastrophe said leisurely.

"Springs on the soles of your feet?" Master Wuxiu pondered for a moment and said, "What's the use of the True Qi traveling to the Yongquan Acupoint, is it used to fly and kick people? Amitabha, Amitabha, sins and sins. The old man lost his words."

"It's okay." Watari smiled and said, "Think about it, how powerful the golden needle true qi that surged to my fingertips was, when I first cast it, I once broke three ancient cypress plants in a row with one finger, and the aura was amazing. But after surging to the soles of the feet, first, there is no need to worry about this true qi accidentally injuring innocents, and secondly, with the help of this true qi on the soles of the feet, anyone can become a master of land flight."

"Land flight? It turns out that ......" Master Wuxiu's face was happy, and he suddenly realized, "In this way, this martial art can actually become a light body technique that is unparalleled in the world."

"Exactly, although it still hasn't dissolved the anger of the golden needle qi, it is also in line with the Buddha's intention to purify sentient beings." Watari said with a smile.

"Good, good!" Master Wuxiu clapped his hands and smiled, "This is really wonderful, Uncle Shi is really the first genius of Shaolin Temple in a hundred years."

"Slow rejoice, think about it, if someone can think of a way to transfer the True Qi to their hands, this harmless kung fu will immediately become the original Golden Needle Great Nine Style, which is where my headache lies." Dojimi smiled bitterly.

"I'm afraid there is no such great genius in the world." Master Wuxiu shook his head and smiled.

"My nephew is too famous, in addition to me, there is at least the Heavenly Demon Zikunlun in the world, and the crane god Qi Xiaoyun has this heavenly talent. By analogy, in the next few decades, there will be countless masters in the martial arts who can comprehend this section. How can we take it lightly." Dowager sighed bitterly.

"That's what Uncle Shi said." Master Wuxiu said solemnly.

"So I visited Shaolin today, and after a few months of practice, I was going to take a trip to Jiannan, and I heard that the monks there had another amazing insight into Zen Buddhism, which is just for my reference." Crossing the road.

"My Buddha is merciful, since my uncle has made a great commitment to spread the Dharma in a wild land, my nephew and nephew will pray in front of the Buddha every day, and I wish my uncle all the best." Master Wu Xiu was busy.

"I'm tired." Watari said with a smile.

At this moment, a Shaolin disciple stumbled into the door and came to Master Wuxiu and said, "Senior Uncle Ancestor, the big thing is not good, the Heavenly Demon Purple Kunlun has already arrived at Songshan Mountain when he goes south. Along the road, twelve gangs and sects were wiped out, and they were killed in Taimur Mountain, and the Songshan faction resisted desperately, with heavy casualties, and the sound of miserable cries and cries spread several miles away. Seeing that the Heavenly Demon is about to kill Shaolin, please ask Uncle Shi to decide."

"What?" Master Wuxiu hurriedly stood up and said, "The senior brothers are in Chang'an and have not returned, and the elite disciples are fighting against the Turks at Yanmen Pass, and I don't know if the number of five hundred Arhat formations is enough. Go quickly, ring the bell, and all the disciples will gather in front of the Mahavira Hall."

"Yes!" The Shaolin disciple immediately rushed out, and the melodious sound of the ancient bell ringing spread throughout Shaolin after dozens of breaths.

"Uncle Shi, the Heavenly Demon Purple Kunlun actually dared to go south to destroy the lives of the people and kill my Han people. For the sake of the common people in the world, my Shaolin Temple has to kill demons today." Master Wuxiu struggled to take off the purple carrot robe draped over his body, rolled the sleeves of his hands to his elbows, tucked the hem of the monk's robe into his waist, and took the purple gold Zen staff in the meditation room in his hand.

"Do you want to gather the disciples of the Shaolin Temple to fight with the Heavenly Demons?" Watari slowly stood up.

"Exactly, the only thing that can stop the Heavenly Demon now is the Shaolin Five Hundred Arhat Array, I'm going to arrange everything." Master Wuxiu said categorically, "Uncle Shi, are you coming?"

Dowager nodded thoughtfully. The two men walked out of the room side by side.

Four or five hundred monks gathered densely on the training ground of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, lined up in a neat formation under the shouts of the elders and disciples, and stood in a staggered manner according to the direction of the five hundred Arhat formations. Most of these people were young disciples who had just been ordained and cultivated, because many of the backbone disciples in the Arhat Formation had already gone to Yanmen Pass to participate in the battle against the Turks, so there were many lay disciples in the Five Hundred Arhat Formation. Although these lay disciples were no different from ordinary ordained disciples in terms of teaching martial arts, they had not practiced the Arhat Formation Formation that only monk disciples had to learn, and could only barely stand in the right position under the shouts of the elder disciples.

Master Wuxiu stood on the high steps of the Daxiong Treasure Hall with a purple gold Zen staff in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, I believe you already know that the great devil Zikunlun, who has been devastated for decades in the past, has come to Songshan. The disciples of the Songshan faction were bleeding on Taimur Mountain, believing that he would soon come to the Shaolin Temple. In order to defend Shaolin, we must work together today to fight against the Heavenly Demons."

All the Shaolin monks in the audience responded in unison: "Work together to fight against the heavenly demons."

Master Wuxiu's face turned red as purple with excitement, and he said loudly: "Back then, the senior Zen master of this temple once wrote a good story about the thirteen stick monks saving the king of Qin. Wang Shichong's thousands of people can't help me, the Shaolin monks. My Shaolin disciples should chase after their ancestors Yu Lie, kill the heavens and demons, and protect the Central Plains martial arts."

"Kill the Heavenly Demons!" A group of Shaolin disciples were enthusiastic, and they all raised their arms and shouted.

The catastrophe beside the Zen Master Wuxiu suddenly sneered. Master Wuxiu's heart jumped, this uncle of the robbery was a rare monster in Shaolin Temple for a hundred years, and he always expressed some strange opinions at an inopportune time, which once gave several uncles and ancestors a headache. Later, he cultivated his temperament and was not so sharp, but his temperament was still unpredictable, and now his problems have recurred, and he doesn't know what ridiculous words to say.

"Ah, Uncle Shi, what do you think?" Master Wuxiu turned to salute him and asked in a low voice.

"Nephew Wuxiu, look there." Watana raised his powerful fingers and pointed to the south-facing side of the Shaolin monks in the audience.

Master Wuxiu hurriedly looked in the direction of the young uncle's finger, and found that among the rows of burly and tall middle-aged monks, there were more than a dozen young monks with thin statures, whose average age was no more than fourteen years old. These children were trembling with nervousness, their faces were pale, and although they could barely suppress the horror in their hearts, they could no longer hold the Arhat stick that was higher than their own.

Master Wuxiu's eyes showed a gloomy color, and he pondered for a long time before he whispered: "Senior Uncle, because there are too many backbone disciples in this temple, and the five hundred Arhat Formation has no manpower, although these children have not been in the temple for a long time, they have already practiced the formation of the Arhat Formation. This time, because of the urgency of the situation, I had to let them make up the numbers."

"Senior nephew, God has the virtue of a good life, isn't it too cruel for you to let these children come out and fight with the Heavenly Demons?" The catastrophe said indifferently.

"But now that the Heavenly Demon is coming, and the catastrophe is just around the corner, what choice do we have but to use all means to resist desperately?" Master Wuxiu asked categorically.

"We...... You can escape." Du Zheng smiled slightly and said leisurely.

"Huh?" Hearing this, Master Wuxiu only felt as if he had been thundered, staying in the local area, unable to move.

"What, nephew, what's wrong with what I said?" Watari laughed.

"Uncle Shi...... What do you mean...... Let's ignore the century-old foundation of the Shaolin Temple and abandon the temple and flee?" Master Wuxiu asked incredulously.

"Amitabha, the four major monks are empty, and there is nothing to give up, and now we Shaolin monks are just changing places and cultivating, and there is nothing wrong with it." Watara's tone was still easy-going and relaxed.

"Uncle Shi, could it be that our Shaolin Temple disciples just sit and watch the Heavenly Demon show off their might and flee from the wind, and if it spreads like this, it will become a laughing stock of martial arts through the ages. Forgive my nephew for not being able to obey my fate." Master Wuxiu said sadly.

"Senior nephew, can you be satisfied by watching these young disciples in the Shaolin Temple die in front of your eyes one by one?" Watari's voice suddenly became stern.

"This?" Master Wuxiu was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

"Do you think that with this uneven Arhat Formation, you will be able to fight against the invincible Heavenly Demons?" The voice of the Tribulation was raised a bit.

"This," Master Wuxiu thought for a long time before he said miserably, "No. But even so, we have to show the world that my Shaolin disciples are determined to die unyieldingly."

"It is commendable that the master and nephew can have this thought, but those young disciples may not have this thought. They are in the prime of their youth, and their future is immeasurable. The future of Shaolin Temple is not in the backbone disciples in front of Yanmen Pass, nor in the Shaolin elders who gathered in Chang'an, but on the shoulders of these young and immature disciples. As long as they live for a day, Shaolin will not perish for a day. The reason why a sect can be passed down from generation to generation is not because of its fame, nor because of its temple premises, but because of its disciples." Watari stared into Master Wuxiu's eyes and said earnestly, "Do you understand?"

Master Wuxiu's face was blue and red for a while, and after repeating it for a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief, showed a sudden smile, and said, "Uncle Wu has far-reaching insights, and my nephew understands. It's all up to Uncle Shi."

"Good!" Du Zheng nodded slightly, came to the forefront of the high platform, and said in a loud voice: "Listen, all Shaolin disciples, everyone immediately prepare ten-day rations, bring Yunyou clothes, and go out of the temple from the back door of Shaolin Temple. Remember to leave your life behind, and never clash with the Heavenly Demons head-on."

This order immediately made the Shaolin monks in the audience noisy as if they had blown up the camp. Some loyal and stubborn disciples clamored loudly and swore to the death. Other thoughtful disciples began to discuss, and some disciples immediately scattered and fled, preparing rations and clothing. All of a sudden, the entire Shaolin Temple was in chaos.

"Flee at once!" Du Zheng suddenly shouted in a voice like Hong Zhongda, "Those who violate the order will be abolished and expelled from Shaolin!" As soon as the stubborn disciples heard this order, they immediately shut up honestly and began to return to the monastic house to prepare their luggage. After all, no one would rather be abolished martial arts and expelled from Shaolin to have the courage to fight against the Heavenly Demons.

"Master Wuxiu," Du Tribulation turned to Master Wuxiu and said, "Let's wait before we leave, we must cover the last Shaolin disciple to escape from this place."

"Yes." Master Wuxiu only has respect for this uncle who is dozens of years younger than him at this time.

"Wen Jun suddenly Yaxing, not far away, trekking to the Central Plains, everywhere he went, bleeding and drifting, crying gods and ghosts, and his heart was terrified. Today, there is an empty temple, a table of fasting dishes, welcoming the Fa driver, not a respect, but also a smile."

On the high walls of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, these dozens of large characters written with powerful finger power were impressively reflected in the eyes of the Heavenly Demon Zi Kunlun who entered the temple, and the indifferent look on his face disappeared without a trace at this moment like a thaw of severe frost. He made a light leap in front of these two lines of big characters, looked at them carefully for a long time, and admired in his heart: "Such a strong finger power, even if you call it a finger gang. I can't imagine that there are people in the world who can practice their finger power so superbly. Shaolin really hides the dragon and crouching tiger, and this alone can block me from more than 100 moves." The Heavenly Demon turned around and leaped on his horse, looked at the table of ordinary food that was placed on the high platform of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, smiled bitterly, and said, "What a group of dead monks who are all empty of the four major haves actually fled without a fight. The presiding officer of the Shaolin Temple is really smart."

He raised his head, looked at the blue sky, and felt a sense of melancholy in his heart: there is such a wise and intelligent leader in one of the temples of the Han people, can we Turks really be able to completely conquer them?

This thought flashed through his mind for a moment, then disappeared without a trace, and his face returned to its previous indifference: I want to see who among the Han people can stop me except for the five hundred Arhat array.