"Amitabha!"

When the long sword in Yang Yi's hand slashed towards Ye Erniang's neck, a gray shadow suddenly appeared in front of Ye Erniang, and a long object pointed towards Yang Yi's chest and abdomen.

This gray shadow appeared without any warning, at that time, the Shaolin monks were still some distance away from Yang Yi, and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was also a few zhang away, except for Yang Yi and a group of monks who surrounded him, there was no third party in the originally empty courtyard.

But when Yang Yi drew his sword and slashed at Ye Erniang, there was suddenly one more person beside him.

It wasn't until the gray shadow stood still that everyone found that this was a thin and small gray-clothed old monk, holding a big broom in his hand and pointing obliquely at Yang Yi, but now the broom has been cut into two pieces by Yang Yi, and the big head of the broom has fallen to the ground.

The big long object that pointed at Yang Yi just now is this big broom.

Although Yang Yi cut off this broom, the sword that slashed at Ye Erniang just now was also dissolved by this old monk.

The old monk in front of him trembled and thin, his body was rickety, his eyes were blank, and he looked like an ordinary miscellaneous monk sweeping the floor and sprinkling water.

Yang Yi smiled at the corner of his mouth, kicked Ye Erniang aside, looked at the old monk fixedly, and said with a smile: "Old monk, this matter has nothing to do with you, if you don't show up, I may not deliberately look for you to come out, but now that you have come out, it will save me a lot of trouble." ”

The old monk bowed his head and folded his head, and proclaimed the Buddha's name, "Good, good! This benefactor, in the pure land of Buddhism, how can he create more killings? Good will be rewarded, evil will have bad karma, Shaolin is a place of cultivation, not a place of execution, it is better to kill people and shed blood!"

Yang Yi said: "Isn't there less bloodshed and killing done by the monks in the temple? You say that those who create bad karma will have karma, then let me ask you, do you recognize this Ye Erniang or not?"

The old monk said: "Amitabha, this female Tanyue, the old monk has some vague impressions. ”

Yang Yi smiled: "You are also sincere!"

He pointed to Ye Erniang and looked at the group of monks gathered around, and said loudly: "Ye Erniang must kill a baby every day, so far it has been more than 20 years, 365 days a year, 3,600 days in 10 years, and more than 7,200 years in 20 years, so calculated, there are not 10,000 babies who died in her hands, but 8,000, if the corpses of these 8,000 babies are all piled together......"

Speaking of this, Yang Yi looked at the courtyard where the Hidden Scripture Pavilion was located, "Although this courtyard is not small, I'm afraid it can't hold the corpses of so many babies!"

The surrounding monks were all surprised when they heard this, they had all heard of Ye Erniang's methods on weekdays, but they only heard about it, and they didn't take it very seriously, until they were so slightly described by Yang Yi at this time, that they really understood the boundless killing created by Ye Erniang.

Yang Yi sneered: "This Ye Erniang has a concubine, who is a well-known figure in the martial arts, in fact, as long as she has a word from this concubine, this Ye Erniang will definitely not dare to kill again, and she will not be able to kill such a crime, but this big man has never even said such a word, so that countless babies have been killed." ”

Speaking of looking for this, Yang Yi suddenly burst into tears, "Ye Erniang is the mastermind about killing young children, but her concubine can't get out of it!" He looked at the old monk in front of him, "Old monk, did you say?"

The old monk said, "Good, good!" but did not answer.

Yang Yi shouted again: "Xuan Ci, aren't you coming out yet?"

When the monks saw Yang Yi say a few words, they shouted a sentence of Xuan Ci, and the well-informed people observed the words and colors, secretly thought about it, and said in their hearts: "Could it be that this Ye Erniang's concubine is related to the abbot of Xuan Ci?"

But Xuan Ci, as the abbot of Shaolin, is dignified and majestic, and very dignified, if he is related to this disgusting Ye Erniang, the monks in the courtyard are really hard to believe.

The sweeping old monk saw Yang Yi open his mouth and close his mouth to call out to Xuan Ci, and sighed: "Unjust, unjust!"

After a slight step, he had already arrived in front of Yang Yi, and said: "The thousand-year-old temple, a vein of the stream, how can it be destroyed like this?" He stretched out his palm and gently patted Yang Yi, and said slowly: "Why should the donor be aggressive!"

Seeing this, Yang Yi also slowly palmed.

After the palms of the two people touched, there was no abnormality, no sound came out, and no strong wind was blowing, but the entire courtyard and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion next to it shook suddenly, and there were several big trees without wind, and the birds on it flew in fright, and the leaves of the trees fell.

Yang Yi stood still in place, but the old monk on the opposite side slowly retreated backwards, until he retreated three zhang away, before he landed and stood firmly, his eyes showed a great look of surprise, "Good, good! The donor is so powerful, upright and strong like the Confucian sages Huazhang, and he is unstoppable, but the old man has never seen it." ”

Yang Yi said: "Trapped in a temple, how much knowledge can you have? If you want to stop me from speaking, I'm afraid I can't!"

The old monk said slowly: "The matter of the head of Shaolin is related to the honor and disgrace of Shaolin for a hundred years. ”

Yang Yi smiled and said: "Since you have done it, can't I say it? Killing and injuring people, what reputation is there to speak of?" Suddenly, a palm slapped out, and the strong wind was mighty, and it went straight to the door of the old monk.

The sweeping old monk sighed and waved his fist to greet him.

This old monk is thin and small, it seems that the wind will blow down, but at this time a punch is out, although the appearance is still the same, but the momentum changes abruptly, and a great Zen intention of the angry King Kong to subdue the demon and subdue the demon is revealed from him, and the punch he hit is the Wei Tuo pestle in the Shaolin 72 stunts.

At this time, a group of old monks of the Xuanzi generation also arrived at the scene, and saw that the old monk struck out with a pestle, which was really like Wei Tuo subduing demons, dignified and solemn, thick and simple, and the artistic conception of majesty and strength after this pestle was played, it naturally appeared, and the perfect state of boxing that they pursued all their lives was undoubtedly revealed in this pestle.

Even though he knew that this old monk was a person in his temple, the onlookers still shouted loudly while their ears were enthusiastic and their hearts were beating.

Yang Yi praised it, "What a trick Wei Tuo pestle!"

At this time, he had the heart to see what great magic this sweeping monk had, and he didn't take a punch from the old monk, dodged and dodged, turned his palm into a grasp, and grabbed the old monk's chest.

The old monk sighed again, and stretched out a finger to point at the labor point in Yang Yi's palm.

The old monk pointed out, and the monks in the audience cheered again.

It turns out that his finger is Shaolin's peerless one-finger Zen Gong, and this finger points out, which seems to be slow and fast, and the gong gathers fingertips, and there is a faint strength to appear, which is the vision of a finger of Zen practice to perfection.

Yang Yi changed the grasp to scissors, retracted his three fingers, and cut the remaining index finger and middle finger in the shape of scissors to cut a finger pointed at the old monk, this move is the golden Jiao scissors.

The two of them fought as fast as lightning, as fast as thunder, although it was incredibly fast, but a move was clearly presented in front of everyone, this "fast can't see clearly, but can still see clearly" feeling makes the monks watching the battle have a feeling of being in a dream and not in reality.

As the battle between the two got faster and faster, the cheers of the onlookers became higher and higher.

The monks saw that among these two people, the tall young man was domineering and heroic with one move, open and unrestrained, and the world was turned upside down at every turn, as quiet as Yue Zhi Yuan, every move was extremely powerful, and there was nothing more than this to open the mountain and collapse the city.

The fist wind and palm power filled the audience, and the oppressive crowd retreated again and again.

Some of the Xuanzi monks were just rubbed by the strong wind, and they felt that their whole body was sore, and their strength was suddenly gone, and when they saw that the strong wind was so powerful, they really didn't dare to think about how much pressure they were under when they really faced this young man.

But although Yang Yi is powerful, this nameless old monk who sweeps the floor can also support it, and suddenly a punch is thrown, it is a move Arhat boxing, and suddenly a kick is a move tiger tail foot, and then a palm is slapped out, it is Donkey Kong palm.

The monk of the temple saw that this old monk brought the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin at hand, and every move and style was so wonderful that it was unimaginable. While everyone continued to applaud, they were more and more surprised in their hearts.

This Shaolin seventy-two stunts since the Bodhidharma Patriarch, no one warrior monk can do all the math, the so-called manpower is limited and the martial arts are endless, each of the seventy-two stunts is enough for a warrior monk to study for a lifetime, and even if he exhausts his life's energy, it is impossible to practice this kung fu to the point of perfection.

This is all related to talent, chance, understanding and other conditions, that is, if you can cultivate a stunt to the top, it is enough to be proud of the rivers and lakes and walk the world.

Only a highly qualified monk with peerless talent and a brave and diligent cultivation can practice more stunts.

Since the advent of the Shaolin 72 stunts, it has been recorded that the most practiced stunts are a high monk in the early years of the Song Dynasty, who has collected 23 Shaolin stunts in one, and a kung fu can be called unparalleled, but it is only limited to 13 kinds, if you want to practice the 14th stunt, it is delusional.

But today, this old monk is just in a moment, even casting tricks, each move is one of the seventy-two stunts, but in a moment has already performed more than a dozen stunts, everyone at the scene is dazzled, and their hearts are beating wildly.

It is said that there are light skills, hidden weapons, leg methods, and palm skills in the seventy-two stunts, and there is only one broom rod in the hands of the gray-clothed old monk, which should not be able to show these seventy-two stunts, but he uses sticks to make knives, guns, and internal qi as hidden weapons, and he can use them all.

Someone who has a heart has been silently calculating when the old monk and Yang Yi are attacking, and after seeing the old monk striking forward with a finger, he was surprised and happy in his heart, knowing that these seventy-two stunts have been all performed by the old monk.

(To be continued.) )