All empty fingers!!

On the other side, hearing what the abbot senior brother said, Shen Wuxian quickly reached out with his hands, and wanted to exert his empty finger power again.

"Amitabha Buddha !!"

Seeing this, the one hundred and eight warrior monks had already taken precautions, shouted in unison, and waved the wooden sticks in their hands!

Suddenly, one hundred and eight true qi erupted, the golden light shone, condensing a huge golden Buddha palm, rushing towards Shen Wuxi!

I was taken aback in my heart, before I could exert my empty finger power, the golden Buddha palm came all over the world, and Shen Wuxian immediately waved his hands and counted his fingers!

"Bump, bump, bump!"

The next moment, there was no shadow and formlessness, and several empty finger forces hit the golden Buddha palm, accompanied by several muffled sounds, the golden Buddha palm was safe and sound, and several empty finger forces turned into nothingness!

"Woooooo

His face was very solemn, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he immediately took out the silver flute on his waist, and handed it to his lips to play it!

In the blink of an eye, the flute turned into shape, and in front of Shen Wuxi's body, a silver-white snow wolf was condensed again!

"Roar!"

With just a howl, the silver-white snow wolf bared its fangs and rushed towards the golden giant palm!

"Boom !!"

The two collided violently, and with a loud bang, the earth trembled, and the surrounding waves set off a stormy wave!

"Flutter!"

The powerful explosion wave swept his face, the long hair on his temples flew flying, and Shen Wuxian slid back a few feet, spewing out a mouthful of bloody arrows!

"Little junior brother, admit defeat!"

Outside the Luohan Hall, seeing that the little junior brother was injured again, the two long white eyebrows trembled, and Master Xian hurriedly persuaded him.

"No! I'm leaving Shaolin Temple! I have a lot to do... It's never done!"

His face was very pale, and he shook his head, and Shen Wuxian let out a low roar.

"Brother Shen!"

In the distance, seeing the white clothes on Brother Shen's chest, which were now dyed red, and her beautiful eyes were wet red, Xiao'er called out with a worried expression.

"Xiao'er... Brother Shen promised you that he would definitely go down the mountain with you... Never break your word!"

Hearing this, he looked at Xiao'er, his eyes were full of tenderness, and Shen Wuxian said with a firm expression.

"Amitabha... One hundred and eight Arhats obeyed the order and captured the little junior brother..."

Outside the Luohan Hall, seeing that the little junior brother was so stubborn, Abbot Lisu shook his head and sighed.

Listening to the order of the abbot's uncle, one hundred and eight warrior monks held wooden sticks and slowly surrounded Shen Wuxian.

All empty fingers!!

Seeing this, the true qi of the whole body agitated, Shen Wuxian frowned deeply, and his hands quickly waved again and again!

"Flutter!"

"Flutter!"

Suddenly, there was no shadow, and more than ten warrior monks did not notice it at all, and their thighs were injured by the force of their fingers and they fell to the ground!

"Amitabha Buddha !!"

Stopped, and saw that the little uncle still had the strength to fight back, and the wooden sticks in the hands of the rest of the warrior monks waved again!

Immediately, a huge golden Buddha palm then condensed, overwhelmingly rushing towards Shen Wuxi!

On the other side, seeing the golden Buddha palm coming towards him, dressed in white clothes fluttering, Shen Wuxian gritted his teeth.

Then, with Shen Wuxian as the center, a dazzling golden light shone, enveloping his whole body!

All around, seeing that his whole body was shining with golden light, the monks who were watching looked at each other with shocked expressions.

"King Kong is undefeated!"

Outside the Luohan Hall, seeing this scene, Master Lien stepped forward and blurted out exclaim.

In the blink of an eye, the golden Buddha palm was close at hand, and it slapped towards Shen Wuxian majestically!

And the golden light around his body suddenly disappeared, and Shen Wuji's hair and skin all turned golden!

didn't have to think about it, he steadied his horse steps, and in the face of the golden giant palm in front of him, Shen Wuxian launched his fists!

"Bell!"

Between the lightning and flint, only to hear a loud sound, both fists hit the golden Buddha's palm, the ground under his feet quickly collapsed, and Shen Wuxian stepped back again and again!

"No! even if it's dead... I won't stay in the Shaolin Temple either!"

With his fists against the golden Buddha's palm, Shen Wuxian gritted his teeth, and his body kept sliding back.

Suddenly, at this moment, a figure appeared beside Shen Wuxian out of thin air!

I saw that the figure shook his head and sighed, and then handed out a palm, and the powerful golden Buddha palm easily turned into nothing!

"Master..."

The golden Buddha palm dissipated instantly, his fists hung down weakly, Shen Wuxian gasped heavily, looked at the person beside him, and called softly.

This figure is the monk who has been chanting scriptures and reciting Buddha, and does not ask about things outside his body!

"Scarlet... In order to force the teacher to take action, do you really want your life?"

Retracting his big wrinkled hand, looking at the disciples, the Juekong Divine Monk said in a loud voice.

"Master, you still made a move..."

Hearing this, Shen Wuxian sat down on the ground and smiled confidently.

"Is it worth it?"

Looking at each other, the Juekong Divine Monk asked in a deep voice.

"It's worth it..."

Nodding, Shen Wuxian replied with a firm expression.

"That's it, that's it... You go down the mountain, say goodbye today, you and I have the fate of master and apprentice..."

Hearing this, the Juekong Divine Monk shook his head and sighed.

"Master..."

Stunned, Shen Wuxian stared wide-eyed and looked at his master in surprise.

"Let's go down the mountain, you're doing it yourself..."

Turning around, no longer facing the disciple, his hands folded, the Juekong Divine Monk said slowly.

Outside the Luohan Hall, seeing that Uncle Shi helped, and then listened to what the two of them said, the three brothers were full of doubts when they heard it.

"Uncle Shi! According to the rules of the temple, the junior brother cultivates one of the three great masters of our temple, and he must succeed to the position of abbot!

Although he was puzzled in his heart, the uncle actually asked the little junior brother to go down the mountain, and the abbot hurriedly stopped him.

"Amitabha... Uncle, now that the little junior brother has failed to break through the one hundred and eight Arhat array, he is willing to lose the gamble, and the little junior brother should stay in this temple and serve as the next abbot..."

Beside him, he nodded, and Master Eun echoed.

"Good, good, there is a cause and there is an effect... Everything is the old man who moved his crooked thoughts, and privately taught his apprentices the mastery of this temple... Let the old man bear all the faults..."

Hearing this, he folded his hands, closed his eyes, and felt that the monk of the void chanted a Buddha noise.

"This..."

Seeing that Uncle Su took all the fault on himself, the three brothers looked at each other.

"Brother Shen!"

In the distance, Mei's eyes were wet and red, and a bell rang softly, and Xiao'er ran to Brother Shen with an anxious expression.

"Xiao'er, don't worry, Brother Shen is fine..."

Shaking his head with a pale face, Shen Wuxian smiled slightly, signaling Xiao'er to feel at ease.

"Knock! knock!"

Then, looking at the master's back, with red eyes, Shen Wuxian gritted his teeth and kowtowed three times.

"Go ahead..."

Still didn't turn around, turning the Buddha beads in his hand, and the monk of the void chanted loudly.

"Master... You... Take care!"

Hearing this, he stood up, and the tears finally fell uncontrollably, and Shen Wuxian said in a hoarse voice.

After that, the big hand wiped away the tears on his face, Shen Wuxian grabbed Xiao'er's Rouyi, and turned to leave.

"Amitabha... The disciples of Shaolin Temple listened to the order and let them go down the mountain, and they must not be stopped..."

The Buddha bead in his hand paused, raised his head and looked at the sky, the lips of the Juekong Divine Monk moved lightly, and the old voice echoed in everyone's ears accompanied by internal force.

Listening to the order of the Taishi and the ancestors, the monks did not dare to disobey, so they had to retreat one after another and make way for them.

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