"Master, you really didn't disappoint me!" Ye Wei only felt that the whole body was comfortable, and the power of this sweeping monk's finger was comparable to a combined blow from the Demon Suppression Array under Murong Bo's inducement that day.

It was only said that at the same moment when Ye Wei unscrupulously ate a faceless robbery finger, a swarthy heart-destroying palm had also slapped the forehead of the sweeping monk.

The copper-poured iron-like talisman gas wall rose in front of the sweeping monk's forehead, and he blocked the heart-destroying palm three inches in front of his forehead, and a wave of qi erupted between the two, shocking the firelight of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the already fragile window edges, bookshelves, and door frames fell to the ground with a bang, and the fire of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion suddenly rose again.

In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, many monks saw this scene, and they lost control on the spot, especially the first Xuan Jian of the Dharma Academy, who was the most angry: "Abbot Xuanci! That Ye Wei even dared to burn the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, it was clear that Mo Luo had descended into the world, and he was lawless!"

Xuan Ci was silent.

On the other side, the first seat of the Discipline Academy, Xuan Lone, seemed to be stupid, and looked in the direction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in a daze: "Moluo Buddha?

This Xuan Silence is in charge of the precepts on weekdays, and the various measures committed by the Shaolin monks are clear, and some people are angry and hurt people's lives after the Shaolin monks practice stunts, and some people want to break the precepts and hurt their bodies, and the most compassionate and peaceful Xuan Lonely on weekdays has the deepest doubts about the seventy-two stunts. Knowing that the Scripture Pavilion was destroyed at this moment, it made him seem to be enlightened.

Behind that Xuan Lonely, Xuan Cheng, the former No. 1 master of Shaolin and now a waste man with broken muscles, suddenly walked out of the crowd and gave a salute in the direction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion: "Amitabha!"

Xuan Cheng turned around and made a gesture to the monks: "Lao Qu will go down the mountain." ”

Xuan Cheng put down the monk's hat, took off his robe, folded his hands, and walked out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall with a fixed gaze.

"Haha, Shaolin stunts, only stunts, not Shaolin. Seventy-two stunts are a void. Go too!" Xuan Lin laughed and followed Xuan Cheng's footsteps down the mountain.

"Shaolin is extinguished, Shaolin is everywhere, I will wait. Xuansheng, Xuanxuan, Xuanjing, Xuanjing and others followed suit, and for a while, the Daxiong Treasure Hall was empty.

The look in Xuan Ci's eyes changed again and again, until he finally made a decision.

When the beggars, the Quanzhen Daomen, and the Kongtong faction reached the halfway point of the mountain, they heard the Shaolin bell ringing twelve times in a row.

After the bell rang, I only heard Xuan Ci's voice come out with a loudness almost like a Shaolin bell: "From now on, there will be no Shaolin in Songshan!"

The mountainside heroes were in an uproar.

In the Daxiong Treasure Palace, there are still those who cannot accept the dissolution of Shaolin.

This group of people was led by Xuan Yan, leading Xuan Pain, Xuan Shame, Xuan Shame, Xuan Nian, Xuan Shi, and Xuan Ming, but they rushed to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion when Xuan Ci summoned the Shaolin monks.

When they arrived at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, it was the moment when Ye Wei and the sweeping monk were in full swing.

The battle between the sweeping monk and Ye Wei abandoned the temptation of bells and whistles from the beginning, and almost every move was a fist-to-flesh confrontation.

But seeing Ye Wei's punch, as if there was a thunder sound in the muscles and bones, Xuan Silence, who rushed to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to watch the battle, was secretly frightened, Rao is he asked himself that his palm technique was not weaker than that of the abbot Xuan Ci, but he did not have the confidence to catch Ye Wei's punch.

But seeing the sweeping monk slowly and methodically playing Shaolin's most basic Arhat boxing, his fists were facing each other, and the strong wind that was scattered flew around, which made the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion shake and shake, and it was on the verge of collapse.

The more he fought with the sweeping monk, the more frightened Ye Wei became.

There is no doubt that the fist intent of this sweeping monk is the Dharma, and it is true compassion.

But this kind of compassion is the most terrifying, every move and every style is not murderous, as if it is following the good temptation and persuading people to turn to the Buddha

Only Ye Wei knew that these moves were terrifying, and they were chosen by Ye Wei himself.

The meaning of "compassion" of the sweeping monk is to the object of the Buddha, if the other party is a demon with murderous intent, this "compassion" will inevitably turn into thunderous anger.

But the question is, what is a "devil"?

Without him, what I can't convince with my fist intent is the devil.

This is also the reason why Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were easily crossed in the original book. The essence of "fist intent" is a confrontation at the spiritual level, and the sweeping monk even turned this "fist intent" into substance and integrated it into every punch and palm.

"It turns out that the head of Buddhism is persuaded by sticks!" Ye Wei suddenly realized, "In other words, I can't relax with a punch today, if I lose, I will definitely be turned away by this monk?"

"Then I won't be a sand monk, don't you!"

According to the routine of Buddhism, such as the "empty to the end" of the Prajna palm, and the stunt "one slap and two scattered palms", almost all of them mean this, if you don't kill the hand, I will also leave a glimmer of life. But Ye Wei didn't dare to guarantee that the sweeping monk would take the opportunity to give himself a "head drink" or "head fist drink".

When Ye Wei was helpless, the sweeping monk was also surprised.

Ye Jushi's martial arts will was so firm, but it made the little monk impressed. Although the sweeping monk has played a small number of battles, he is clear about his strength, and his fists and feet are really able to "persuade" people physically. But whenever you are in the palm of someone's hand, the opponent's palm power must be weakened by fifty percent out of thin air, and the true qi of protecting the body practiced by hard skills such as the vulgar golden bell jar and iron cloth shirt is even more useless after he is full of "compassion" after he is beaten with a palm full of "compassion". And Ye Wei, whether it was fist palm kung fu or body protection true qi, could ignore the effect of his fist intent and block his attack from the body.

"Hey, I'm the devil, it's normal that the Dharma can't be crossed. "For the demon profession that the system is hilarious like matching for himself, Ye Wei feels that he seems to have grasped something slightly.

"It's a demon or a Buddha, and it's all in one mind. The sweeping monk simply stopped retaining it and said with a smile, "Ye Jushi, cultivation is like a reverse journey, you and I are pedestrians." Please take my move. ”

The sweeping monk withdrew his hand, there was no wind around his body, and in the drumming of the monk's robe, the whole person slowly left the ground, and his palms waved out in unison.

"I'll see you!"

"I thought you were going to give me a whole trick to fall from the sky!" Ye Wei spat on his mouth, but his expression did not dare to relax at all.

The sweeping monk pushed this way, as if a Wanjun Buddha was launched from his hand!

A group of Xuanzi monks in the distance are full of fantasies. As if he saw the golden Buddha descending into the world, he actually knelt down with a brush.

In Ye Wei's eyes, it was an impenetrable invisible wall of qi pressing towards him, and he said in his heart: "It doesn't have the earth-destroying effect of the Divine Palm, but it's almost like that." ”

After all, there are only two results of this palm, either it is forcibly broken by the opponent, or the opponent kneels down to accept the crossing, just like the monkey who slapped down the Five Fingers Mountain.

"Damn, it's such a pit without a nirvana!" "It is impossible to fight back, although the Seven Wounds Fist and the Heart-Destroying Palm are the first level of Shaolin stunts, they can only be regarded as conventional martial arts in front of the sweeping monk's move, and the martial arts level of the Five Tigers Soul Breaking Knife is enough, but the level has not been practiced.

Thinking of this, Ye Wei sighed in his heart: "What else can you do, resist hard." As long as you can't beat me, when you're tired, you can replace me to kill you. ”

There was a burst of golden, silver, and black patterns circulating on the surface of Ye Wei's body, and the great movement of the whole body and the strength of the Seven Injuries were endless, constantly pushing the strength of his body upward-