There is something called "divine monk", nothing old monk. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Gu Fan has a little in-depth understanding of the girl's character.

After the girl in green asked, she felt that she was a little too urgent, and immediately explained: "I'm worried about the people in the story. What's wrong with them? ”

Whether she was worried about the person in the story, or something else, only she knew.

But today Gu Fan was happy, so he didn't expose her, but continued to talk.

The Heart Zen Monk shook his head and said, "It's too late, I can't save it." When Master Xuancheng came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to pick up martial arts classics, Lao Wei reminded him three times that he was always obsessed. Now that the tendons and veins are broken, how can they be continued? In fact, the five aggregates are empty, the physical body is injured, and he will not be able to practice martial arts from now on. What the two masters have seen, but they are not as good as Master Xuancheng. ”

Xuan Sheng and Xuan Xuan Qi said: "Yes." Thank you very much for the teaching. ”

Hearing this, the girl was dissatisfied again: "It's okay to practice Buddhism diligently? How can this be? This is not in line with the common sense of martial arts!"

Gu Fan ignored her and continued to tell the story.

The heart Zen monk said: "The two of you please, the old man is in the Shaolin Temple for the masters to send, how can the two of them deserve this great gift?"

Xuan Sheng and Xuan Xuan only felt a gentle force under the arm, and they couldn't help standing up, but they didn't see the old monk stretching out his hand and shaking his sleeves, they were all surprised, thinking that such a latent luck magic skill, the heart was full of strength, could it be that this old monk was actually the incarnation of the Bodhisattva, otherwise how could there be such a vast supernatural power and boundless Buddhism?

Kumachi continued: "The little monk is shallow. The subtle words of the heart Zen monk are difficult for me to understand for a while. The little monk is not talented, and he has achieved a little success in Shaolin 72 stunts, and he also asks the monk to give him advice. King Xiaoyao himself said that the monk is proficient in the 'Yijin Sutra', if he can get lucky to win a move and a half, he also asks the monk to copy a copy of the 'Yijin Sutra', of course, the monk will also give it to the 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong'. ”

The heart Zen monk sighed and said: "The Great Wheel Ming King is smart and enlightened, and has deep wisdom roots, but he is so fascinated by vanity and is so obsessed with martial arts, it is really a pity. Since King Ming insists on this, let's make a move. ”

"The little monk is offended!"

Before the words fell, only three soft sounds of snorting, snorting, and sneering could be heard. But he didn't see any movement of Gu Mozhi, and the sound was no different in the past.

Xuansheng and others all knew that this was the kung fu of the "unphased robbery finger" of the door, and they all looked at the Gumo Zhi and the heart Zen monks.

I saw that Gu Mozhi's face suddenly changed color, as if he had encountered something extremely shocking. However, the heart Zen monk did not move, and there was no abnormality on his face.

It turned out that Gu Mozhi's hands were in his sleeves, and he secretly used the "Wuxiang Robbery Finger", and unknowingly and unconsciously bounced towards the old monk, but the finger force and the old monk were three feet away from him, and he seemed to encounter a layer of extremely soft, but extremely hard barrier, and after a few sneers, the finger force was scattered without a trace, but it did not bounce back.

Gu Mozhi was taken aback, and said in his heart: "The strength of this old monk is really terrifying! I am afraid that I am far from him. ”

The heart of the Zen monk is not in a hurry to make a move, said: "The temple seventy-two stunts, equally divided into 'body', 'use' two ways, 'body' for the internal force ontology, 'use' for the use of the method. The inner strength of the inner strength practiced by the Ming King was originally the 'little Wuxianggong' of the 'Xiaoyao School', right? The subtlety of the small Wuxianggong is profound, and based on this, the seventy-two stunts of this temple can all be used, but the subtle twists and turns are inevitably a little specious. ”

The Heart Zen Monk continued: "King Ming has practiced the seventy-two stunts of my Shaolin School, and it has been a long time, and its injuries are hidden, and they have already endangered the original element. At this moment, King Ming is 'Cheng Weeping Point' and the color is vermilion. There is a faint purple qi on the 'smelling incense acupoint', and the tendons and veins of the 'cheek car acupoint' tremble, all kinds of signs, showing that after the king of Ming practiced the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, he did not also practice the corresponding Buddhist general idea......" He said this, shaking his head slightly, and his eyes showed compassion and regret.

The girl in green said to herself, "It's fake, it's all fake." I didn't participate in the Dharma, and I didn't see anyone who died. ”

Gu Fan continued to tell the story, because next, Gu Mozhi also thought so.

When Gu Mozhi practiced recently, he felt quite upset, confused, and elusive, could it be that what the old monk said was indeed not a lie, and it was indeed "the order is reversed, and the great calamity has been in the mist"? ”

The girl in green saw that Gu Mozhi was the same as she thought, and couldn't help but praise: "This monk has some knowledge. ”

Gu Fan continued.

The heart Zen monk saw that his face was initially gloomy, but then his eyebrows straightened, and his face was full of rigidity and conceit, obviously taking his words as the east wind in his ears, sighed softly, and said: "Although King Ming's 'Wuxiang Robbery Finger' has its shape, it has not been given its god, and the poor monk will show it to you." ”

After that, the heart Zen monk raised his right hand and flicked his index finger carelessly, and everyone only saw his finger flick movement, but did not hear a trace of finger power breaking through the air.

When the heart Zen monk flicked his fingers, Gu Mozhi was like a great enemy, mobilized the true qi of his whole body, and laid an invisible qi in front of him, making complete preparations for defense. But what shocked him was that the power of the other party's fingers was unexpectedly strong but unstoppable, directly penetrating his qi defense, and hitting his "Divine Hidden Acupoint" with lightning speed, so that he didn't even have a chance to dodge.

Moreover, the power of this finger of the Heart Zen Monk is no more or less, which can just seal his acupuncture points and make him unable to move, but it will not hurt him, and the strength of the master is so wonderful. Neither one more, nor one less.

At this moment, although it is still difficult to agree with Gu Mozhi's exposition of the heart Zen monk, but he is convinced of his strength, compared with this old monk, he is like a baby in the three dynasties facing a man in the prime of life, the difference in strength is too big, and there is no comparison at all.

The heart of the Zen monk again casually pointed out a finger, solved the acupoint of Gu Mozhi, said: "I have been in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for more than 40 years, at first a Xiao old monk, often at night to see the scriptures, and then there was an old Murong monk, a few years ago, that day Zhu monk Bo Luoxing also came to steal the scriptures, you come and I go, the scriptures in the pavilion are turned into a mess, there are so many precious Buddhist scriptures in the subtle words and righteousness do not read, but only focus on martial arts secrets, obviously these people are extremely smart people, but they don't know the scriptures, it's really a pity. ”

Speaking of which, it is Murong Bo, who is bent on recovering the country, and Xiao Yuanshan, who is bent on revenge, on the stage.

It's the high/tide of the story, and it's also the high/tide of flirting girls.