Wudang Mountain, Xie Jian Pavilion.

A group of people suddenly came and stood quietly in front of the pavilion.

The two disciples of the pavilion were stunned for a moment, and looked fixedly, but saw that these people were a group of monks, the younger ones were forty or fifty years old, and the older ones were even more withered to the point of almost rotten wood, these people were wearing a red monk's robe unique to Tibet, and one arm was exposed diagonally, looking different, but the common point was that the eyes were very clear.

And this group of monks was divided into two teams, surrounded by a monk in the middle.

This monk looks very young, wearing a white monk's robe, handsome facial features, skin like jade, with a touch of tiredness and melancholy between his eyebrows, with a strange charm, and the most eye-catching is his eyes, which are as clear as the blue sky, but if you look at him, you will find that there are circles of whirlpools inside, like ripples on the mirror lake.

"Dare to ask all the masters, where do you come from, and what is the important thing to come to my Wudang?" A younger disciple stepped forward and asked.

The white-clothed monk clasped his palms together, nodded and smiled at the two of them, and between the eye contact, the two mountain guards only felt that the eyes of the white-clothed monk became deep and dark, and they couldn't see the bottom, as if they were swallowing everything, and they fell into it at once.

"Amitabha!"

"The little monk Hutu, I have heard for a long time that Zhang Zhenren of Wudang Mountain has cultivated to Tongtian, and today I worship the mountain, but I want to see it."

The white-clothed monk shouted loudly.

In this voice, there is a strange power that makes people's hearts clear, like the Buddhas whispering, and like the monks chanting, lingering on the top of Wudang Mountain, making people intoxicated for a while.

The two disciples guarding the Xie Jian Pavilion only felt that their ears were buzzing, and their minds were dizzy for a while, and the two of them woke up and looked at the white-clothed monk in front of them, and their faces were suddenly full of surprise.

These people are actually here to find their ancestors!

The two of them glanced at each other, and there was a bit of fear in their eyes, since they worshiped Wudang Mountain, no one had ever dared to be so rude, that is, Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday in the past, the six major factions forced Xie Xun to ask about his whereabouts, and when he went up the mountain, he was also respectful, what is the origin of this self-proclaimed monk?

The older disciple took a step forward, made a gesture, and said in a loud voice: "Since you are asking to see your ancestor, please also identify yourself." ”

The white-clothed monk smiled again, his face was full of compassion and peace, which made people look at it like a breeze, even if they knew that these people were not good-intentioned, the two disciples of the gatekeeper still couldn't help but have a good impression of this white-clothed monk in their hearts.

Behind the white-clothed monk, a burly and rugged-faced monk said: "We are the monks of the ** temple in Tibet, and this is the living Buddha of Hutu, the presiding officer of my ** temple, and the protector of the country by His Majesty the Emperor today." ”

Emperor of the Yuan Court! Protector of the Nation!

The two disciples chuckled in their hearts, instinctively feeling that it was not good, you must know that their Senior Brother Mo had only entered Beijing a few days ago to assassinate the King of Ruyang, and the Wudang faction and the Yuan Court had always taken the opposite position!

The older disciple whispered a few words to the younger disciple, and then said, "Please wait here, after my junior brother returns to the mountain to report to the head of the sect, the elders of my own sect will take you up the mountain." ”

Unexpectedly, the great monk showed a look of indignation, and said: "Bold, dare to let the living Buddha wait here, let Zhang Sanfeng get down to see our living Buddha!" ”

Seeing that he directly mentioned Zhang Sanfeng's name, the faces of the two disciples changed, and the older disciple said: "You are guests from afar, and I Wudang should treat each other with courtesy, but if you have malicious intentions, I will not accept Wudang Mountain." ”

"You little Taoist boy, you have such a big breath!"

The great monk sneered and said, "Let the poor monk see, how many catties and taels do you have in the Wudang faction, dare to speak out like this!" ”

When he spoke, a palm was already stretched out, the palm doubled out of thin air, the palm was huge, like the sky was falling, the wind was blowing, and it was extremely pressing, the two disciples who guarded the door were still young and their skills were shallow, where could they block this palm?

The two of them only felt a flower in front of them, and then they were hit by two big bluestones, and there was a sharp pain in their chests.

"Wudang disciple, it turns out that it is just like this, thinking that Zhang Sanfeng's old way is just deceiving the world and stealing his name."

The great monk said disdainfully: "Wait for the hurry back to the mountain to report, let that Zhang Sanfeng come out to meet my family Hutu Living Buddha!" ”

"You...... You ......"

The two disciples were anxious and angry, but their skills were not good, and they were injured, and they couldn't even speak, so what could they do with this great monk?

The two struggled to get up, wanting to go back to the mountain to report the news, but at this juncture, they suddenly heard someone say: "Who dares to be disrespectful to my Wudang?" ”

Speaking of who the word is, a figure has just appeared on the mountain road, and when it comes to the word honorific, the figure has already arrived in front of everyone.

The person who came was wearing a wide robe, with a burly figure, a solemn face, and a terrifying majesty hidden in his body, it was Yu Daiyan, the three heroes of Wudang.

But it was Song Yuanqiao and him at the banquet in Zhang Luo, I heard that someone under the mountain asked to see Zhang Sanfeng, and his skills were quite profound, I was afraid that something would happen, and at the moment Yu Daiyan took the initiative to ask Ying to go down the mountain, who expected to see this scene when he went down the mountain!

Yu Sanxia looked at the two gatekeepers who fell to the ground and vomited blood, a pair of tiger eyes suddenly became angry, glared at the Tibetan monks, and said in an unkind tone: "Who did it?" ”

The big monk who made the move folded his hands, bowed his chin and said with a smile: "The poor monk just wants to weigh the disciples of the Wudang Sect......"

"So you're the one who hit it?" Yu Daiyan interrupted.

"It's the two of them who don't ...... skills"

"I asked if you hit it?!" Yu Daiyan asked sharply.

"Amitabha!"

This rough-faced monk was interrupted by Yu Daiyan twice and three times, and he was angry in his heart, recited a Buddha name, and no longer answered, but his attitude was self-evident.

"If you slap them, I'll give them a slap back!"

Yu Daiyan snorted coldly, lunged forward, and struck out with one palm, the palm was soft, and it was weak, but it was hidden in strength, subtle and subtle, it was the famous Wudang Mianzhang!

Don't look at Yu Daiyan lying for ten years, crippled hands and feet, but in the past ten years, he has refined a breath of pure yang true qi, and he has already opened up the second vein of Rendu, and his internal strength is deep and pure, among the seven heroes of Wudang, Yu Lianzhou, who has the highest skill, is only with him, and he is a real master!

Where did the Tibetan monk have seen such a subtle inner palm technique, seeing that Yu Daiyan's palm is weak and weak, only when Yu Daiyan is a beginner, his skills are not good, he can't help but sneer, condense his skills, and slap them with one palm, wanting to kill Yu Daiyan's sharp energy.

However, between the collision of the two palms, his face changed suddenly, and he only felt that a fierce palm force on the opponent's palm was poured out, and with the mighty momentum of destroying mountains and rocks, his strength was completely destroyed in an instant.

He howled miserably, flew out of the air upside down, and fell to the ground fiercely, but he passed out for a while!

"Tantric Mahamudra?"

Yu Daiyan stood with his hands in his hands, and said calmly: "That's it." ”

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