Although he didn't win, he didn't lose either.

This is still the case of Huixin's hand, in the face of the situation in front of him, Fang Sheng smiled bitterly and said, "Amitabha, if you lose, you lose, Lao Qu is not an opponent of the Zen master, although your martial arts are from Shaolin, but they have formed their own unique Tao, Buddhism's martial arts have changed in a thousand ways, and everyone's comprehension is different." ”

"Heh, I know that you are still not convinced, the poor monk will use the Tantric Martial Arts Society to meet you, or that sentence, if you win the wisdom of the heart of a move and a half, let your temple drive!"

After losing Shaolin in a row, the young and old masters, the monks present also stagnated and were suspicious.

Fang Zheng sighed and said, "I didn't expect that the Zen master is also proficient in tantric martial arts, but tantric and Zen concepts do not agree, and martial arts are unique, so Lao Qu will take action!"

Several Shaolin masters beside him showed a wry smile, Shaolin Fangzheng Master has not made a move for forty years, even if he let me run rampant in the rivers and lakes back then, Fangzheng only sat in Shaolin, and did not go out of the mountain to subdue demons.

"Oh, it doesn't hurt to tell you to wait, the poor monk is proficient in the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong of the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions, if you wait for some news, you should know that when the Yuan and Mongolia invaded the Central Plains before the Song Dynasty, the Tantric Sect once produced a strong martial artist, named the Golden Wheel Dharma King!"

Everyone was a little surprised, but they didn't expect to be taught a lesson by Huixin, and they couldn't cry or laugh.

Fang Zheng frowned and said, "Golden Wheel Dharma King?"

"Yes, it is this Tantric Dharma King, who once served as the national teacher of Mongolia back then, but this is a bit far, I'm afraid you don't know that the dragon elephant has the power of ten dragons and ten elephants, although it is exaggerated, but it also has the power of nearly 10,000 catties!"

Huixin took two or three steps forward, and those Shaolin monks were unconsciously forced back by Huixin's momentum.

When he walked to the temple gate, Huixin stretched out his hand and lifted a stone lion of several hundred catties with one hand and threw it into the air, as if it was still a stone, and it was as light as a weight.

Fang Zheng sighed, "Yes, it's really an external skill, and Zen Master Huixin, you seem to have practiced the Vajra of the Temple and the Child's Divine Skill?"

"Fangzheng, you have good eyesight, not bad, not only that, but the poor monk also knows that above the Yijin Sutra, there is also a book of marrow washing, if you Shaolin wins the wisdom of the heart, the marrow washing sutra and the child's magic wisdom heart are presented with both hands!"

"What if Shaolin loses?"

Huixin stretched out his finger and waved his hand, "If you lose, the Pulp Washing Sutra can be handed over to you, but you must not trace the source of the poor monk's martial arts in the future, of course, the poor monk will not pass on too many Lin skills, after all, the poor monk has already intended to start a sect!"

Looking at the confident Huixin, Fang Zheng shouted, "Luohan Hall, Pranyo Hall, where is it, the Arhat Great Array!"

The monks took off their monks' robes, the front row was empty-handed, and the back row was holding sticks.

Huixin smiled slightly, but did not feel that there was anything wrong, although Shaolin is a famous and righteous way, but when it comes to inheritance, it also needs to be painstakingly managed, if you lose, you will also be informed that you will blame Fangzheng alone, if you win, you can make up for the shortcomings of Shaolin martial arts.

"The marrow washing temple has been lost for a hundred years, but the child's magic is also passed on by the Bodhidharma patriarch, and now the Huixin Zen master is offended!"

The monk surrounded Huixin in the center of the field, Huixin's face did not change, and the corners of his mouth pulled upward, as if he was smiling.

Fang Zheng was just stunned, Huixin was like a ghost, shuttling between the monks and soldiers, but he was the first to strike!

"Bang bang bang!"

In just a quarter of an hour, most of the Shaolin monks were knocked out of the encirclement by Huixin, but they were not injured.

Fang Zheng threw out the robe, and the giant eagle was horizontal in the air, and the robe seemed to be controlled by someone, attacking Huixin, mixed with the thousand-armed Guanyin, and Fang Zheng's original martial arts.

Huixin shook his head and sighed, "It's not enough, let's go up together!

No one dared to despise Huixin, but they couldn't help but show a feeling of sadness and disappointment.

As if bewitched, one person made a move, and everyone attacked Huixin.

"Hahahaha!"

Huixin's internal force was released, forming a gang qi to block hundreds of people, and it was also the same as before, and it would not cause any harm to Huixin at all, and Huixin seemed to be beaten out of his own style, and all martial arts were shown together.

"Prajna palm, dragon claw hand, flower finger...... He really understands all our Shaolin stunts???"

Everyone's hearts were frightened, although they were not hurt, but their hearts were suppressed by Huixin alone.

"Open!"

Huixin roared angrily, and the internal force spread like a wave of qi, spreading to all sides, and everyone was forced out of the circle, only Fang Zheng and a few other masters could barely deal with it, but they were also retreating.

"Stop, Shaolin, lose!"

Fang Zheng let out a long sigh and stopped the others' attacks.

Huixin smiled and said, "So, do you still pursue the poor monk's martial arts?"

"Your Excellency's martial arts are already invincible, and if you lift weights lightly, thank you for your mercy!"

I don't know when, the five old men walked out of the Shaolin Temple accompanied by Fang Hua.

"Ancestor, why did you get out of the customs?"

Fang Zheng smiled bitterly, and couldn't help but bow down, and everyone hurriedly clasped their hands and shouted, "I've seen the ancestor!"

Huixin was originally strange, Shaolin was weak, and it was impossible not to have some congenital or pseudo-congenital existence, and when he first arrived in Shaolin, he could already feel a few not weak existences.

"Old Gang Hengzong!"

"Old man Hengji!"

"Old man Hengjing!"

"Wonder old man!"

"Old man Miaokong!"

The five old monks, like Shaolin signboards, revealed their own Buddhist martial arts, which are also in the same realm as Huixin, but Huixin has been innate after all, and knows that no matter how they are in retreat, it is impossible for them to understand the way of life and death.

"Amitabha, poor monk Huixin, I've seen you!"

Between the words, Huixin did not feel that these Shaolin monks were more powerful than herself, and she was also fearless, so she naturally put her identity in the same generation, and in Shaolin back then, Huixin was also a grandfather-like figure.

Hengzong opened his mouth and said, "The Zen master is not very old, but the martial arts and Buddhism are amazing, could it be that he came from that place?"

At this opening, Huixin was stunned, but he didn't expect that after the undefeated Dongfang, there were still people who knew about the brokenness.

Seeing that Huixin was stunned, Hengzong knew that it was good, and hurriedly sighed, "You guys are scattered, the Zen master should be from Shaolin, and what he has learned has become a school of his own, not that you can rival it!"

Except for the monks of the Fangzi generation, who remained at the gate of the Shaolin Temple, the other monks all returned to the temple together.

Hengzong smiled and made a gesture of please, "Your Excellency, please enter the temple for a while!"

Huixin also smiled and said, "As you wish, the poor monk is welcome!"

The two said that they were talking, but there was also some confrontation, but others could not see it, at this time, Huixin gathered spiritual strength to resist the invasion of Hengzong.

At this point, Huixin has no reservations.

"Amitabha!"

With all his might, a phantom statue of the Buddha that exceeded twenty zhang descended on Shaolin, and the monks who had not all left saw this scene.

Except for Hengji Hengjing and a few people, everyone else showed a sense of shock, this unique martial arts they had never heard of at all, they had never seen it, I was afraid that it would be out of the category of martial arts and form a magical power.

"Poof!"

Hengzong was oppressed by this force of resistance, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, waving his hand and saying, "Old man, lose!"

Huixin sneered and said, "Shaolin is such a hospitality, let the poor monks be disappointed, and the Shaolin Temple in your world is nothing more than that!