At this time, Abbot Huineng looked at Mo Heren and Seyges with a cold gaze and said: "Shaolin Temple is a pure place for Buddhism, you two hurt people in this temple, Lao Nian will not be held accountable for the sake of belonging to the same sect as your ancestors, you better hurry down the mountain!"

Although Abbot Huineng was reluctant to pursue it, the purpose of Mo Heren and Seyches coming to Shaolin Temple was for the sake of the ancestral master.

If they couldn't get the so-called justice for their ancestor Huiming, the two of them would not have left the Shaolin Temple.

"Old monk, didn't you hear what we just said? Back then, we haven't figured out what you blamed our ancestor for!"

"That is, if you don't leave Shaolin Temple today and give up the position of abbot to our grandfather, we won't leave, or let our ancestor Huiming take over Shaolin Temple. ”

Abbot Huineng explained at this time: "You have misunderstood me, the truth is not what you think. Back then, your ancestor suffered internal injuries because of the practice of going mad, I secretly got the "Qianyang Divine Skill" from the Tibetan Golden Pavilion to heal him, because of a moment of negligence forgot to return the book to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and kept it in Brother Huiming's backpack, and was later found by the abbot to drive him out of the Shaolin Temple. ”

When he said this, Abbot Huineng's face showed a look of remorse, and then he continued: "Back then, in order to protect myself, I didn't defend Senior Brother Huiming in front of the master, so that the master mistakenly thought that he stole the scriptures, and was finally expelled from the Shaolin Temple by the master, I am really ashamed of him. ”

After listening to Abbot Huineng's explanation, Mo Heren said in a tone that sounded like an order: "Old monk, since you know that you are worthy of our ancestors, then you will not give up your abbot position, although I don't know if what you said is true or false, but whether it is true or false, you must give up your abbot position today." ”

Abbot Huineng raised his head at this time, looked at Mo Heren in front of him, and felt in his heart that he and Sages were definitely not as simple as fighting for the position of abbot for Master Zu.

"Maybe your ancestor was angry because I didn't defend him for stealing books back then, so I sent you to Shaolin Temple to find trouble. However, I will not give up the position of abbot, not to mention that your ancestor is now far away in the Western Regions, even if you let him out, what can you do? Can you summon him from such a far away place to serve as the abbot? If the two of you really come here for the sake of your grandfather, then everything is easy to discuss, but if you come to my Shaolin Temple to make trouble through the matter of your grandfather, we will never agree. ”

All the monks in the monastery responded together at this time: "Yes, we will never agree, we will never agree." ”

Facing the cries of all the disciples in the Shaolin Temple, Mo Heren deliberately pretended to be very calm at this time, and said: My ancestor has already returned to the Central Plains now, as long as I send someone to inform him, he can come to the Shaolin Temple as soon as possible. Old monk, it seems that you are unwilling to give up the position of abbot, right? Well, in this case, our brothers and sisters have no choice but to ask the old monk for a few tricks, if you are defeated, then you have to ask you to go down the mountain and hand over the position of abbot. ”

For Mo Heren's challenge, Abbot Huineng seemed very sure, he stroked the long beard on his chin, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, since you are my senior brother's apprentices, if I, the master and uncle, can't even win against you, I am really not qualified to be the abbot, then the position of the abbot of Shaolin Temple should be sat by my senior brother Huiming, today I will meet you with Shaolin's strong vajra fingers, and see how much you have learned from my senior brother's kung fu." ”

With that, Abbot Huineng did a big somersault and jumped in front of Mohoren and Sages, and exchanged hands with them. Mo Heren and Sage used the nine-section whip and meteor whip in their hands to fight with Abbot Huineng, and the three of them began to fight together.

After more than 30 moves, Abbot Huineng gained the upper hand with the internal force of the Qianyang Divine Skill in his body, he began to dissolve the Qianyang True Qi on the fingers of his right arm, and pointed at Mo Heren's pylorus and two acupuncture points with his thumb, due to the excessive finger force to stimulate these two acupuncture points, Mo Heren suddenly felt a burst of severe abdominal pain and low back pain, and then he used his index finger to hit the Shentang acupoint on Sechis's back, and after being hit, Seches spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and his heart suddenly had a violent colic.

"How's it going?

Abbot Huineng asked with a serious expression, at this time, Mo Heren and Sages, who had been tormented by abdominal pain, back pain, and heartache, finally began to become honest, and they were no longer as rampant as just now.

"Don't fight, don't fight, ask my uncle to spare my life, unlock our acupoints, we swear to leave Shaolin forever. ”

"Yes, Uncle Shi, we don't know Mount Tai, we don't measure our strength, we think we know Shaolin's kung fu well, so we dare to see no one, and we say wildly, for the sake of my ancestor and you are brothers, spare us!"

After hearing the compliments of the two of them, Abbot Huineng felt a little proud in his heart, and he smiled slightly and said in a mocking tone: "You two shameless people who deceive the good and fear the evil, you dare to be so arrogant and domineering when you think that you have won the battle against my apprentice, and you used to be arrogant and open your mouth to be the title of the old monk and the old monk, but now you are a master and uncle, and the transformation is really fast enough!"

At this time, Mo Heren and Sage couldn't stand the pain because they were really in pain, and they only thought about relieving the pain on their bodies, and they didn't care about the cynicism of Abbot Huineng at all. They grabbed Abbot Huineng's robe and begged bitterly: "Uncle Shi, please save us! We know that we are wrong, please let Uncle Shi relieve our pain!"

"Okay, for your grandfather's sake, I'll spare you. ”

With that, he once again concentrated his internal force on his fingertips, and used the technique of blood point in the air to emit a golden light from his fingertips to unlock the acupoints of Mo Heren and Sages.

After being unlocked, the two of them were no longer so painful, and they hurriedly kowtowed and thanked him: "Thank you, Uncle Ancestor." ”

After finishing speaking, he picked up the whip on the ground and left the Shaolin Temple in a gray manner.

But Master Mingkong was still a little unconvinced by Master's approach, so he asked: "Master, it's too cheap for you to let him go like this, they both injured my Shaolin monks, not to mention it, but also to speak wildly, and to speak disrespectfully, almost killed my good apprentice Yizhen, they should be arrested and beaten up." ”

Abbot Huineng then folded his hands and said to Kong Ming with compassion on his face: "Amitabha, Mingkong! Have you forgotten that you have been taught compassion by your teacher for more than 30 years? Besides, they are the disciples of your uncle, we should let them go, I believe they will never come to Shaolin Temple in the future. ”

Master's words really benefited the disciple a lot, and the disciple must remember the master's teachings. ”

"Amitabha, good, good, I am very pleased to have your words as a teacher, and the teacher is now going to save the benefactor. ”

After speaking, before Mingkong could react, Abbot Huineng jumped and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In the evening of the same day, Abbot Huineng was busy expelling the cold poison in Long Xiaotian's body, at this time Long Xiaotian was still in a coma, he sat cross-legged with his bare upper body, his eyes closed tightly and he was already unconscious, allowing Abbot Huineng to control his body.

Behind him, Abbot Huineng was sparing no effort to input ninety percent of the internal force of the Qianyang Divine Skill in his body into Long Xiaotian's body in order to dissolve the cold qi in his body, only to see that his body was glowing with a golden light, and it entered Long Xiaotian's body along the veins on his arm, and that golden light was the Qianyang True Qi in Abbot Huineng's body.

When the Qianyang true qi was delivered to a certain extent, Abbot Huineng turned Long Xiaotian's body around, let him face him and palm him with him, at the moment when the two of them palmed, Long Xiaotian's body had a cloud of cold qi constantly coming out of his mouth and nose, and Abbot Huineng took advantage of this time to point a few acupoints on his chest, forcing the remaining cold poison to his throat, and then turned Long Xiaotian's body back and patted him on the back hard, and a mouthful of black blood spit out from Long Xiaotian's mouth, and when the black blood was spit on the ground, it quickly condensed into a black ice cube。

On the other hand, Wu Min and Monk Yizhen were waiting quietly outside the door, worried about Long Xiaotian's safety. Seeing that Wu Min was walking around the door, his heart seemed very anxious, and the monk Yizhen comforted Wu Min at this time: "The female benefactor doesn't have to worry so much, the abbot master has practiced the Qianyang Divine Skill, and there must be a way to get rid of the cold poison in the main body of Long Shi." ”

"Are you really sure that Master Abbot can heal him?"

"Yes, if it weren't for the abbot master's timely action to seal several acupoints in the main body of Long Shi to prevent the spread of cold poison, and also input a part of the true qi in his body, this donor may have already returned to the west, our Shaolin Temple's Qianyang Divine Skill is the nemesis of cold poison, so the abbot master must have a way to save the Long Shi master. What's more, the dragon donor was slapped in order to save me, and I also hope that the abbot master can save the dragon donor, so that I can thank this donor in person. ”

Hearing what Monk Yizhen said, Wu Min's worries in his heart were finally half relaxed. At this time, Abbot Huineng walked out of the door, and Wu Min and Monk Yizhen hurriedly stepped forward with anxious faces and asked, "Abbot Huineng, how is the benefactor?"

"Master Huineng, how is that dragon master?"

At this time, Abbot Huineng's face was covered with sweat, because when he used the Qianyang Divine Skill to expel the cold poison for Long Xiaotian just now, he exhausted ninety percent of the internal strength in his body, and his physical condition looked a little prostration. And his answer finally made the stone hanging in Wu Min's heart completely fall.

"You two rest assured! I have already taught him all the skills I have cultivated for thirty years of Qianyang Divine Skill, he now has the Qianyang Divine Skill to protect his body, and any cold poison can no longer invade his body, as long as he has the Qianyang Divine Skill to protect his body when he is injured, he can quickly repair it in less than an hour or so, even if he wants to die, he can't die. ”

After hearing this, Wu Min suddenly felt a burst of joy in her heart, she said with gratitude and excitement: "Great, Brother Long is not only saved but also blessed by misfortune, thank you Master Abbot for saving your life, please accept the little girl's worship." ”

Abbot Huineng hurriedly stopped Wu Min with his hand, and said with a smile: "Master Wu Shi doesn't have to be polite, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, not to mention that he was injured to save Yizhen, if you don't teach him my Qianyang Divine Skill, you won't be able to expel the cold poison in his body." ”

After finishing speaking, he said to Wu Min: "It turns out that this male donor's surname is Long!"