Chu Yanbai looked embarrassed, stepped to support his stumbling daughter, sat cross-legged on the ground, held down the meridians with his index finger, sealed the spiritual ruins, the two acupoints of the jade hall, and the palm of his hand passed through the index finger and spread along the meridian pulses.

Chu Rong'er coughed lightly twice and spewed out a mouthful of blood mist.

The old monk's face was surprised, he twisted his fists, and looked deeply with a frown.

muttered in a low voice, "Did the old man shoot heavily?"

The old monk raised his feet and wanted to take a few steps closer, the abbot flew down the steps, blocking in front of Chu Rong'er, Chu Yanbai continued to pour the Gang force into his body, so that the internal force and qi circulated around the body, and gradually recovered the Gang force that she was scattered by the fist shadow.

The abbot raised his sleeves, everyone retreated, and the old monk also retreated a few feet back.

Seeing that his sister was seriously injured, Chu Liusu squatted in front of Rong'er with an arrow step and pinched her face frame.

"Rong'er, it's okay!"

"Brother, it's okay, just breathe. ”

Chu Liusu straightened up, glanced at the old monk, drew his sword for half a foot, and was shouted by Chu Yanbai to stop, and had no choice but to put the sword into the sheath.

The abbot said "Amitabha" again, took a step forward with his right foot, twisted the center of his foot on the bluestone ground, and smashed the bronze and gold Zen staff on the ground, lined up several deep marks, and there was a rumbling trembling sound.

"Senior Brother Lingpu, if you are willing to lead all the disciples to submit to the secret sect and follow me to the Ogizhao Temple to confess your guilt, you will be spared a dead end. ”

The abbot snorted angrily, and his frost-white beard trembled slightly.

"Confess your guilt, what is the crime? Could it be that you bow your head to these apostates, or surrender to those Western barbarians, as the people of Dawei, to do the act of betraying the country and humiliating yourself, sin, sin!"

The old monk sneered: "You bald donkeys who claim to be decent, full of compassionate precepts, are not bitches and obscene goods. The trend of the world, the king will be defeated and defeated!"

The abbot said: "What a king who becomes a defeated man, if Xi Ditie rides a horse and steps on Middle-earth, the alien race is the master, and the people are enslaved, is this the world and the way of the world that our monks have attained?"

The old monk picked at his ears and said with a smile: "Annoying, coy, I entered the Scripture Pavilion by mistake because of curiosity, and secretly learned a secret technique of the Scripture Pavilion, so I was convicted of committing a heinous crime and expelled from the teacher." Where is my face, where is my dignity?"

The old monk glanced at the broom at the foot of the temple wall, and he immediately flew with a sliding step and pinched his hand.

The abbot narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Senior Brother Lingzen.

"Buddhism has the rules of Buddhism, and there are no rules!"

The old monk's anger soared, and he shouted: "The secret sect of Buddhism does not have such broken rules, and the seventy-two kinds of Buddhism stunts are hidden in the Scripture Pavilion, is it your Zen Sect's moral Buddhism?"

The abbot said without hurry: "Zen Buddhism pays attention to the cultivation of internal strength and true qi, and it is not allowed to steal lewd tricks, so as not to attack the heart with cold poison and go mad." ”

The old monk said indifferently: "Nonsense, now I am not living a good life!"

......

"Senior Brother Lingzen, the rules of Buddhism have been unbreakable since ancient times!"

The old monk raised the broom sideways and angrily reprimanded: "I broke this old rule!"

The abbot held the bronze and gold Zen staff with one arm, slashed down, and a golden light flew obliquely, which was blocked by the old monk's broom, and two colored lights splashed.

The old monk held the broom with one hand, dusted off the dust on the red robe, and said slowly: "Senior Brother Lingpu, don't blame the junior brother for being ruthless, I will use the stick method of the "Nine I Ching" to send you back to the West, go to accompany the Buddha, and then say greetings to the master, if you were not expelled from the master back then, how could you learn the seventy-two stunts of Buddhism."

Buddhism since the beginning of the Bodhidharma Patriarch, the east into Wei, Buddhism martial arts is also gradually perfected, the twelve divine skills into a school, "Nine I Ching" is one of them, pay attention to the protection of the true qi of the body, the dragon like swallowing the sea momentum. In the following 100 years, Buddhism was endogenously entangled, divided into Zen Buddhism, secret sect two factions, because Zen Buddhism sat big, annexed the secret sect, the two factions have been fighting openly and secretly, forming a grudge.

The Secret Sect was weakened and was forced to flee from Middle-earth and enter Xidi. Nowadays, the Taoist and sword cultivation schools are prevalent, coupled with the mediocrity of the first master of Zen Buddhism, the number of Buddhist disciples has plummeted, and the strength has plummeted.

The weak eat the strong, divide the fat and swallow the selfishness!

In the rivers and lakes, there are some bullying villains, killing monks and setting fires, and seizing the twelve secret books of divine skills, and guarding the pavilion monks has become the most dangerous job in the world.

The abbot raised his legs, lowered his center of gravity and said coldly: "Don't get an axe from the class, senior brother will teach you a lesson or two." ”

The old monk grinned and exclaimed, "If the monks don't talk madly, they will die!"

There was silence in all directions, the two internal forces around the body leaked out, the strength was condensed, and the monk's robe blew and grinned. Suddenly, the sonorous and solemn aura filled the heavens and the earth.

The broom is surrounded by a force, slightly reddish. The color on the bronze and gold staff appears darker.

The old monk stepped on his shoes, spun his broom head and stabbed at the abbot's head, the abbot threw off the sleeves of his robe, and connected the Zen staff horizontally, and the air was like a tiger roaring, flying and rolling.

The old monk nodded to his feet, and a carp rolled over and jumped into the sky, dodging the blow. The domineering force slammed into a gilded copper stove next to it, shaking it with a snap of his fingers, shaking the fragrant ashes that filled the air.

The old monk flickered a shadow, grabbed the step behind him, poked out a broom like a dragonfly like water, the abbot's dodged in a hurry, the steps were a little messy, and then pinched and attacked, the abbot recovered the Zen staff, retreated a few feet under his feet, and stood on the ground with the help of the Zen staff.

The old monk leaned down, kicked out a whirlwind with his right leg, and the broom was inserted diagonally, and the abbot was frightened and couldn't dodge, so he had to hold the Zen staff and hold the broom.

The old monk raised the broom upwards with his hand, marking the abbot's face with blood. The monks on the stage flew down to their sides, as if arhats were arranged, each with their own demeanor.

The Buddhist monks in Tsing Yi behind the old monk also surrounded each other with knives and confronted each other.

The abbot ordered the monks to retreat, stood up and held his head high, and said slowly: "Senior Brother Lingzen, do you dare to make a life and death covenant?"

The old monk put the broom on his shoulder, and asked suspiciously: "Don't sell it, just say it!"

The abbot nodded and said, "If I can win today, you will immediately go back to the Ogizhao Temple and never set foot in Middle-earth;

The old monk glanced at him with contempt, smiled slightly, and replied: "I am willing to accompany you, and I will also give you an old bald donkey a favor." Time has passed, do you really think that I was the Lingzen disciple at that time!"

The old monk charged the qi machine in his body, the broom trembled, and he took out the broom and shook his figure, and thousands of figures swam around the abbot, his eyes were confused and unpredictable.

The abbot used his strength to adjust his luck and use the posture of King Kong to guard against a sneak attack.

A broom was picked up by the side of the ear, the abbot twisted his head to dodge, the old monk pinched the broom upside down, the wooden pole pressed against the abbot's backbone, and burst out a strong force into the broom, stabbed violently, and the King Kong body dispersed the force.

The abbot spat out a cloud of blood mist and fell to the ground with a bang.

Several eminent monks bent down to support the abbot, blood beads turned red on the robe, and coughing up blood.

A disciple lifted the abbot's back and was about to use his internal strength to help him heal his wounds, but he stopped him.

The abbot gasped and said, "Hui ...... Wisdom child, useless ...... The liver and gallbladder have been cracked, and the limit of the division is approaching......"

The old monk put one hand on his chest, picked up the broom again, and sneered: "Senior Brother Lingpu, save some effort, find some Keel Qi Renewal Pills from Buddhism to take them, and maybe you can stay on the bed for a few days." ”

The abbot's face was pale and he was almost asleep, and several senior monks summoned a few disciples in green shirts to carry the abbot into the meditation room and take the keel renewing pill.

The old monk glanced at it and shouted angrily: "You little guys, you are loyal to the Zen sect!"

The little monks trembled and stood still.

The old monk glanced at a few more monks in robes and asked, "What do you think of the older ones?"

Several people were silent, only the disciples behind the old monk held swords and smiled.

The old monk slowly walked to Chu Rong'er, Chu Liusu wanted to draw his sword to protect him, but the old monk instantly snatched the scabbard, and before he had time to react, he had already bounced away.

A few senior monks in the back were surprised and muttered: "The secret practice of the "Shadowless Sutra"!"

Chu Yanbai closed his eyes and condensed, helping Rong'er turn the qi in her body and dredge the meridians.

The old monk leaned down, and the scabbard picked Rong'er's chin, Chu Liusu saw the situation, and punched his head, and he flicked his sleeves and flew away.

Chu Rong'er bit her lip and was silent.

"Little Nizi, she has a personality, and the old man likes it!"