Taoist Master Chongxu of the Wudang Sect also looked surprised. He thought that even if these eminent monks existed, they would be old, but he didn't expect that they are still so lively and vigorous today!
Chongxu walked out slowly and saluted the old monk in the west.
"Wudang Chongxu has seen the Western Divine Monk."
Ling Kong looked at Chong, thought for a while, remembered the other person from his memories, and sighed:
"It's you, Chongxu boy! Time is not forgiving. When your master Yu Zhenren brought you to Shaolin, you were still a Taoist boy. Time flies. The Taoist boy at that time has also reached the age of forty. Yu Zhenren's health has been terrible recently. good?"
"Senior Lingkong, Master, he is still in good health." Taoist Master Chongxu replied respectfully.
Lingkong Divine Monk nodded: "That's right... Your Wudang sect's martial arts have always been good at maintaining health. I wonder why you came to Shaolin this time?"
In the mind of the Lingkong Divine Monk, this time the heroes caused a riot in the Shaolin Temple, it was probably Taoist leader Chongxu who was responsible for this, so he asked the following question.
Taoist priest Chongxu explained the cause and effect to the monk Lingkong. Several old monks exchanged looks with each other. Lingkong glared at Fangzheng fiercely, turned to look at Yang Lianting and said:
"Amitabha, Master Yang, we have understood the cause and effect of the matter. However, the conditions proposed by Master Yang are too harsh and it is difficult for us in Shaolin to agree. Can we change other conditions?"
Yang Lianting knew in his heart that these old monks would definitely not agree to his conditions for the sake of Shaolin's reputation, and they would not be able to achieve their goals by just talking.
In matters in the arena, the so-called truth depends on the sword in your hand.
As long as the sword in your hand is fast enough and cruel enough, even if it is unreasonable, it will become reasonable, and you will answer the question:
"Yang created his own sword technique based on the Dugu Nine Swords. If your Shaolin sect can take over, we will talk about others."
Several old monks all narrowed their eyes, thinking that Yang Lianting knew it was difficult, so they said this. With the skills of these old guys, let alone one sword from him, even ten swords, so what about a hundred swords?
The heroes heard what Yang Lianting said, and they also had the same idea... It seems that if everyone seeks justice from Shaolin this time, it will be hasty, but they have no choice. Who calls Shaolin Temple... There are also several divine monks with such high martial arts skills sitting in charge!
Only the Huashan Sect had a different idea. The people of the Huashan Sect had seen the power of the leader's tenth sword and had full confidence in Yang Lianting.
Lingkong clasped his palms together and said: "Amitabha, since Master Yang said this, then I, the Shaolin Temple, will see Master Yang's magical skills."
Seeing Dongfang Bubai's worried look, Yang Lianting comforted her and said, "Sister Bai, don't worry, I have confidence in my heart, please step back first."
When everyone was far away from him, Yang Lianting narrowed his eyes slightly and held the sword in his right hand... He drew a circle with the long sword in his hand from left to right, and then changed to holding the sword with both hands, pointing at the blue sky.
As the Nameless Heart Sutra circulates rapidly in the body, Yang Lianting stirs up a strong wind that spins rapidly.
In the strong wind, Yang Lianting, dressed in white, looks like he has descended from an immortal, with fluttering sleeves...
The strong wind blew stronger and stronger, causing the heroes of the Western Zhou Dynasty to continuously retreat.
The heroes looked in shock - this! this! Is this still a power that humans can have?
Several spiritual old monks in Shaolin Temple were also shocked.
The Lingkong Divine Monk looked serious as he fought, as if facing a formidable enemy. The opponent's sword was mediocre, and he definitely couldn't take on this move alone!
The two senior Ling brothers looked at each other. After spending many years together day and night, the two of them had a similar mind.
Lingyuan and Lingtong stretched out a hand at the same time, placing their palms on Lingkong's back. Lingtang's palms were placed on the left and right sides of Lingyuan and Lingtong's backs. The inner strength of the two old monks suddenly converged into one.
I saw Lingkong Divine Monk raising his head to the sky, raising his palms above his head - palms upward, and shouting: "Buddha's light shines everywhere"
A looming golden bell...falls from the sky, shrouding the Westerners in it. Sanskrit characters are faintly visible on the golden bell, and light flows around the bell!
"Shaolin Golden Bell." The heroes recognized the origin of this move and exclaimed. The Western Divine Monk used this move at the same time, which shocked the heroes!
At this time, Yang Lianting's internal energy was operating to the extreme. He suddenly opened his eyes like lightning, jumped up, held the sword in both hands and slashed downwards, shouting: "The tenth sword of the Dugu Nine Swords,...sword... ..open...the heavens...men..."
The sword energy distorted the space, causing visible fluctuations to the naked eye, and quickly slashed at the golden bells of several divine monks!
"Rumble"
The sword energy collided with the big bell, and there was an earth-shaking loud noise. Dust flew instantly, and people who were close were blown several meters away by the impact of the air wave...
There was even more mourning behind the Western Divine Monk!
Everyone present was stunned by the sight in front of them...
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In the early morning, the small town at the foot of Huashan Mountain is bustling with activity.
There were people driving bullock carts to deliver goods, people carrying burdens on their way, and there was an endless stream of vendors, businessmen, and pedestrians of all kinds!
With the glory of the Huashan School, the town has expanded a lot in size. The streets extend to the east and west, and one end extends to the quieter suburbs outside the town.
A street noodle stall, it was the peak breakfast period at this time, and the several tables placed on the roadside were almost full of diners.
The noodle stall owner is a middle-aged man. His feet are too busy to touch the ground, but he has a happy smile on his face!
His mother-in-law, who was carrying a child on her back, was also helping him and occasionally wiping the sweat from his face. The boss would always show an honest smile at this time.
"Boss, when I came to the small town in Huashan a few years ago, there was no scene like this. Why has it changed so much in just a few years?" A scholar-looking man with a long sword in his hand asked the boss.
The noodle stall owner gave me a stern look and said proudly: "This is all thanks to the Huashan Sect. Since the head of the Huashan Sect Yang... defeated the Western Great Monk of Shaolin Temple with one sword last year, the Huashan Sect can now say The sun is booming, and there is an endless stream of people studying at the mountain, and the residents of our town are also benefiting from it. "
"I see. Put it this way, Master Yang is really an extraordinary person."
"Brother, I see that you are holding a long sword. You should be from the Jianghu. Why don't you even know the deeds of Master Yang of the Huashan Sect?" A strong man with a beard was eating Yangchun noodles in his hand. He spoke vaguely.
The scholar saluted the strong man: "I'm going to kill this scholar...Chen Daniu, I've been traveling outside the country for the past few years and I don't know many things in the Central Plains. Do you want me to tell you?"
"It's easy to talk about." The strong man touched the grease on his mouth, then started chatting with the scholar, and cupped his hands: "With the next palm, the sky will open...'Zhu Dayou'."
Most of the people who eat noodles here are people from the Jianghu community, and people from the Jianghu community especially like the excitement. Seeing the two of them chatting animatedly, one of them will lose weight and the other will gain weight.
The fat man was holding a wooden stick in his hand, which looked a little funny, and the thin man was holding a spear. The thin man cupped his hand and said, "The next shot will shoot into the sky... Chen Youqian has met a few of his colleagues."
The fat man also said: "I will open the sky with a stick...Li He, I have met a few of my colleagues."
Chen Daniu, the deadly scholar, was a little confused after hearing their introductions, so he asked: "Several martial arts fellows, why do your names all look so similar?"
A few people scratched their heads in embarrassment, and the fat man said, "Everyone wants to take advantage of Master Yang and follow suit."
"How do you say this?" the deadly scholar asked.
Everyone then introduced to him that Yang Lianting fought against the Great Western Shaolin Monk, forcing the Shaolin Temple to deal with Fang Zheng and others, and apologized to the Five Mountains Sword Sect in front of everyone in the world. Shaolin even experienced this battle... It has great strength and reputation. Damage, the mountain has been closed for a hundred years.
"So that's it. Not only did Master Yang learn the Dugu Nine Swords from senior Feng Qingyang, but he also outdid his masters and created the tenth sword 'Sword Kai Tianmen'. This is really admirable." The fatal scholar. Said with emotion.
Not far away from several Jianghu tourists, there was an old man and a woman in her prime, eating Yangchun noodles. The old man looked like a fairy with snow-white beard and hair, and the woman had bright eyes and white teeth, pretty and lovely.
After the woman finished eating the noodles in the bowl, she wiped her mouth, her eyes moved, and she said mischievously to the old man:
"Old man Feng, you can't do it. Others have learned your swordsmanship and are better than you."
The old man choked and said angrily: "Girl from the Zhang family, if you hadn't been crying and asking the old man to take you to the Central Plains to see more, would I have taken you with me?"
The old man sighed a little and continued: "It's too late to regret. I shouldn't have taken you with me for a moment, and I shouldn't have listened to that old boy Zhang Wuji and taken you with me. The old man probably won't have you in a few years." This girl can make me mad to death."
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