Lu Qingyun stood behind Zen Master Kurong and saw a monk in yellow robes striding over from a distance.
Observing this person's high spirits, there seems to be precious light flowing, and there is hidden Gang Qi emanating from wherever he passes.
About ten paces away from him, eight or nine men with ferocious-looking faces that did not look like Chinese people were fanning and carrying boxes, and followed him step by step.
Zen Master Kurong put his hands together and said, "King Ming has come from afar, but Lao Na has not come far to greet you. King Ming is merciful."
Jiumozhi bowed deeply and said, "The reputation of the heavenly dragon is admired by the young monk Su. I am very happy to see the majestic treasure today."
"I took the liberty to come here today because many years ago, Mr. Murong and the young monk talked about the Six Meridians Divine Sword, the treasure of your temple, and highly praised it. He first said that the Six Meridians Divine Sword is the best swordsman in the world."
Jiumozhi stopped talking and looked at Zen Master Kurong. Seeing that he was neither happy nor angry, he did not change at all because of his words.
As the abbot of Tianlong Temple, Ben was naturally the one to respond, "Thank you, Master Murong, for your compliments. There are so many martial arts schools in the world, and Shaolin Temple is a holy land of martial arts. Various magical skills emerge in endlessly. How can Tianlong Temple dare to be ranked first?"
"The young monk received a great favor from Mr. Murong and boasted that Haikou was willing to come to Tianlong Temple for him to obtain the Six Meridians Divine Sword."
After Jiumozhi finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and the entourage behind him immediately carried a vermilion box inlaid with orbs and placed it in front of Master Kurong and everyone.
With a flick of his sleeves, the box opened, revealing a golden treasure box.
Jiumozhi flicked his cuffs again, and the gold foil in the gold treasure box glowed dazzlingly.
"Master, do you want to humiliate Tianlong Temple with these adu objects?" A look of displeasure appeared on Ben Yin's face.
Jiumozhi saw that everyone was unmoved and understood in his heart.
Tianlong Temple is a royal temple in Dali. Naturally, these gold foils cannot be seen, so they took out three scriptures from the box.
"These three volumes of scriptures are the gist, training methods, and methods of cracking the seventy-two unique skills of the Shaolin sect. The young monk is willing to exchange these three volumes of scriptures for the rubbings of the Six Meridians Divine Sword."
The corners of Lu Qingyun's mouth turned up, revealing a mocking expression unconsciously.
The unique Shaolin skills created by Bodhidharma are not so easy to learn.
Practicing the Shaolin Book of Changes and the seventy-two stunts has very high basic requirements. You must have profound Buddhist teachings to match them, otherwise you will fall into martial arts obstacles.
Jiumozhi, with his extraordinary talent and the advantage of Xiao Wu Xiang Gong, thought he was proficient in all Shaolin stunts.
It's just that he underestimated the Shaolin Temple and Patriarch Bodhidharma, and he didn't know that he was stuck in martial arts.
Even though he was having a lot of fun now, if Duan Yu hadn't helped him absorb the chaotic Qi in his body in the end, his end could be imagined.
Jiumozhi glanced at everyone one by one, feeling very proud, but when he saw the sarcastic expression of the young man behind Zen Master Kurong, he became furious.
He couldn't help but ask: "Young master, you seem to be very disdainful of these three scriptures written by Lao Monk. What's your opinion?"
Seeing Jiumozhi pointing his finger at Lu Qingyun, Kurong smiled slightly and said, "Yu'er, since King Ming is asking, you can speak freely, and it doesn't matter if you are wrong. I don't think King Ming will blame you."
Lu Qingyun took a step forward and stood beside Master Kurong, carefully looking at this arrogant and conceited monk who was obsessed with martial arts.
In Lu Qingyun's heart, Jiumozhi was considered a good person.
He has excellent martial arts skills, but he has never killed anyone.
The biggest problem is that he is too greedy, and eventually falls into the trap of his friend Murong Bo.
"Shaolin's unique skills may be more than enough in exchange for the Six Meridians Divine Sword in the eyes of King Ming. But in my opinion, Shaolin Kung Fu is worthless."
"Yu'er, don't talk nonsense." Ben Yin stopped him quickly.
The smile on Jiumozhi's face remained unchanged, but he sneered in his heart.
The world's martial arts originated from Shaolin. Since the founding of Shaolin by Bodhidharma in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Shaolin has been the first sect in the Central Plains.
Unexpectedly, Duan's disciples were not only uneducated but also arrogant.
"The young master is really a blockbuster. I would like to hear the details."
Of course Lu Qingyun understood how shocking his words were. If he didn't think that Jiumozhi still had a chance to save him, he wouldn't have said that.
"Maybe Prince Ming misunderstood what the boy said is worthless."
"Shaolin Kung Fu is naturally extremely powerful, but without profound Buddhist experience to resolve obstacles, it will cause great harm to practitioners."
"Looking at the people with high cultivation level in Shaolin, there is no one who is not a person with profound Buddhist teachings."
"King Ming has a high level of cultivation, and there are very few people in the world who can compete with you. If you just practice Shaolin's advanced martial arts without studying the essence of Buddhism to resolve your own hidden dangers, you will definitely fall into it if you continue like this. At worst, you will become possessed, and at worst, you will lose your life." No guarantee.”
After listening to this, Zen Master Kurong had a clear understanding in his heart and nodded repeatedly.
Unexpectedly, Lu Qingyun had such profound knowledge of Shaolin martial arts.
Jiumozhi sneered. Such alarmist words came from a young man. Naturally, he would not believe it, and he did not want to quarrel with Lu Qingyun anymore.
"The young master is very knowledgeable and has a deep understanding of Buddhist martial arts. The young monk asked for advice."
Jiumozhi lightly touched the thumb and index finger of his right hand, as if holding a flower, with a smile on his face, and flicked the five fingers of his left hand to the right.
After a popping sound, the boulder on the sidelines was penetrated by several deep holes.
Jiumozhi said proudly: "Is this little monk's flower-twisting skill good?"
Without waiting for anyone to react, he immediately turned around and connected his fingers around the wooden box. Wood chips from the wooden box flew into the air, and in an instant, a wooden box was turned into pieces.
"The young monk Duoluo Yezhi is blindly domineering and his skills are very shallow. I dare to ask if the young master is still worthy of his attention?"
"King Ming has profound skills, and Ku Rong admires him. But so what?"
"There is no good or bad fingering method, but there is a difference in skill. The Six Meridians Divine Sword, Nianhua Finger, Duoluoye Finger, and Wuxiang Jie Finger. You will spend your entire life practicing one method. How can you have time to distract yourself from practicing other methods."
Zen Master Kurong did not want his nephew to be forced by Jiumozhi to take over the words.
Jiumozhi is not giving up, "Master, why are you so persistent? The six-meridian divine sword rubbings are exchanged for Shaolin Temple's special skills. It will only benefit your temple without any loss."
"If nothing happens to King Ming, please let me know." Zen Master Kurong closed his eyes.
A bunch of ignorant monks!
When I came to Tianlong Temple today, I didn't get the rubbings of the Six Meridians Divine Sword. Jiumozhi wanted to force Kurong to take action no matter what.
He wanted to see if the Six Meridians Divine Sword was as amazing as Murong Bo said.
Jiumozhi didn't want to hurt anyone, so he took out the incense stick from the box and lit it with a wave of his hand.
"Please give me some advice from the eminent monks of Tianlong Temple!"
The flame knife took action instantly, and six smoke streams attacked Ku Rong, Ben Guan, Ben Xiang, Ben Yin, Ben Shen and Duan Zhengming respectively.
"Since King Ming insists on competing, Tianlong Temple will naturally be satisfied."
At this time, the six streaks of smoke were approaching, and Zen Master Kurong's six sword techniques were shot out at the same time.
