"Amitabha."

The Buddha's horn sounded, and an old monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes wearing the abbot's robe walked out of the temple.

He folded his hands and bowed eleven times: "Hearing the benefactor, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, why don't you think about it for yourself?" ”

This monk is none other than the abbot of Shaolin, the master of Fang Zheng.

"I'm a good faithful." Wen Hong raised his hand and grabbed a thief stick from the prisoner car, "I have heard that Shaolin Buddha statues are scarce for a long time, isn't it just right for such a good physical body Buddha?"

I won't ask you much, just give me a hundred or ten random seventy-two stunts. ”

Hundred, hundred, ten doors?

Master Fang Zheng also felt that his brain couldn't turn around.

I only have a total of 72 stunts in Shaolin, plus Shaolin Jiuyang Gong, Yijin Sutra, Shenzu Sutra, etc., all of which are less than 90 miles!

How dare you ask for a hundred or ten doors? I'll find you somewhere!

Wen Hong pinched his hand, pinched off the head, threw it on the ground, and said, "No? It's not like you can't do it now! ”

Bang!

With the movement of his body, Wen Hong disappeared in place, stepping on the flesh and blood, crushing into a pile of flesh and mud.

As soon as he raised his foot and kicked it, he made up for it, and saw that all the monks around him flew into the sky, as if it was raining monks, and he directly cleared the scene, and only one square evidence was left to face him face to face.

"Take me three punches, and then say anything else."

"Amitabha."

Fang Zheng closed his eyes, said a Buddha name, and his robe flew.

He never held a Zen staff in his hand, but spread out a pair of fleshy palms, and the strong internal force ran on the palm, soft and rigid, like the Buddha's hand.

This is the Shaolin stone palm, which can be fossilized into powder, and it is extremely soft.

And the evidence of this person, who has practiced the Yijin Sutra for many years, has generated internal force and blessed the palm, which is actually born from the softness and strength, and the resurrection of the yin to the yang, which is quite a combination of rigidity and softness, and the meaning of yin and yang.

Seeing this, Wen Hong didn't say much, and when he raised his hand, he punched out.

This punch is based on Huashan's stone splitting and jade fist, condensing incomparable strength, muscle knots, internal force like a dragon surging endlessly, waves endlessly, like a big river bursting embankment, wanting to dump a province.

Just!

Tyrant!

Hard!

It's simple, without any bells and whistles, straight to the point, no backhand, pure essence and qi in one, giving full play to Wen Hong's greatest physical advantage.

Boom!

Like a bell ringing, like an urn ringing.

The fist was on the palm, and Fang Zheng's body was covered with a touch of brass, and there was a streamer.

The palms were sunken, and the hand that received the fist had broken five fingers, and the meridians were shattered by the strength, and the blood was dripping.

"Bodhidharma miraculous, golden bell jar?"

Wen Hong was surprised to see that Fang Zheng was not dead.

The power of his punch is well known to him.

Now that he has been promoted to the psychic realm, the cultivation of the physical body is more efficient because of the method of inward vision, and it is no longer a simple innate divine power to speak of.

If the wind on the top of the mountain is clear and clear, if he takes this punch and is strong, it will only be a result.

The bones all over the body were broken, like broken pockets, and all the blood was violently beaten out of the body.

He who dies cannot die again.

But is this evidence still alive?

If you want an explanation, it is only the golden bell jar of the Shaolin outer gate.

"Amitabha, the old man is ashamed."

Fang Zheng spilled blood from his mouth and nose, shook his head, and said: "The divine skill of the Bodhidharma Patriarch, but the old man has not cultivated to the thirteenth level, but it is only supplemented by the Vajra Incorruptible Body Divine Skill created by the third generation of Arhat Hall Master. ”

I see.

The King Kong is not bad for the body, and it is naturally not the King Kong not bad magic in "The First in the World", incarnated as a little golden man.

It is a martial art in the Shaolin Temple.

If the internal force is sufficient, and it is transported between the skin and flesh, the color of brass and the light of flowing gold can be seen, which can protect the external path and invade the Fa, which is no worse than any hard work.

plus the Golden Bell Jar Kung Fu that has not reached the thirteenth level, but has also reached the twelfth level......

This proves that the old monk is harder than he imagined!

"Smell the donor, and two punches." Fang Zheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "If I receive these two punches, can I ask the donor to go back to the mountain and live in peace?" Your leader, I Shaolin is fully supportive. ”

"If you take two punches, talk about it!"

Wen Hong smiled.

He raised his hand, and another punch was struck.

With this punch, Fang Zheng only felt that the surrounding world was changed.

The vast earth, the five mountains are majestic, and there are five gods in imperial robes standing on it, ignoring the common people.

What is it?

Fang Zheng was shocked, biting the tip of his tongue, and the severe pain prompted him to wake up, and he saw that the heavens and the earth were clear again.

In an instant, the five fists were already approaching, and there was no time to delay, and he raised his only remaining palm to cast a thousand hands like a palm, which was also five palms, blocking this move.

I only heard five bangs.

Fang Zheng's entire arm was shattered, as if it had been run over by a stone grinder, the blood was squeezed dry, the bones were sparse, and the flesh and blood were turned into mud.

An extremely strong internal force broke through the meridians and went straight into the body, mixed with a grand will like a god, like the strongest blade tempered by thousands of hammers, destroying all his internal strength.

Martial arts are abolished!

"The last punch, you can't catch it."

Wen Hong looked at the old monk in front of him who seemed to be dozens of years old, bypassed it, and went directly into the temple.

No one dares to stop it.

The golden bell jar is powerful, and King Kong is not bad, and the body is hard, so what?

It's all hanging with a mouthful of internal breath, and if the internal strength is wasted, the natural person will also be wasted, which is really easy.

After the breeze, he pulled the prisoner cart into the temple, with mud and gold dust on it, and when he arrived at the Daxiong Treasure Hall, he directly smashed several clay whitewashed Buddha statues with his fist.

He dragged a few thieves out of the prisoner car, threw them on the stage, sealed them with mud, pinched their hands and feet, and put the Buddha seal.

When the mud has dried, apply gold dust.

Thin as firewood, with rough skin like a skeleton, and a terrifying face, people are afraid when they see it.

It has a bit of the meaning of a Buddha.

"Remember to keep Xiang Wentian, and then I'll take him to meet the old sect leader."

Hearing Hong's command, he went to the Scripture Pavilion.

In this era, there are naturally no hermit masters sweeping monks, but there are a few warrior monks with deeper skills who read cheats, and they were all thrown out by him.

picked up a book casually, but it was a cheat book for iron crotch skills.

Take another copy, and call it Pai Gong.

There's no one to categorize them, and the cheats here are cluttered.

Some of them sound no different from tricks in the rivers and lakes, and some of them are one of the seventy-two stunts, such as the powerful King Kong palm and the one-finger Zen magic skill.

Now, it's all cheaper than Wen Hong.

He searched around here, and finally found what he was looking for in the corners.

There are three cheats in total.

One is Shaolin Jiuyang Gong, one is Zaa Han Gong, and one is Yijin Jing.

Originally, there should be a Divine Foot Sutra, but I couldn't find it, maybe what You Tanzhi practiced back then was really the only one.

The first book, can be described as one-third of the Jiuyang Divine Skills, which is very high, is actually a manifestation of Jiuyang martial arts, which can be the foundation of many Shaolin stunts, harmonious and free, so since the Tianlong period, there are often warrior monks who cultivate all the stunts in one body and have no martial arts obstacles.

The second book is the internal strength of Shaolin Zen Buddhism, the martial arts are quite profound, and if a warrior monk asks for a unique essence, he will not practice Jiuyang Gong, but cultivate this internal strength.

If it is studied deeply, it can also be cultivated in one stunt, and the true power of Buddhism is pure.

The third book is known as the supreme treasure book in martial arts, and it has a unique reason.