Seeing Xuan Cheng's appearance, the monk sweeping the floor looked a little surprised and clasped his hands together and said, "The temple's seventy-two unique skills can hurt people's vitals, take human life, be fierce and ruthless, and do great things to the heaven and the world. Therefore, every unique skill must be resolved by corresponding compassionate Buddhist teachings."

"If there is no corresponding Buddhist practice, when practicing any martial arts, you do not have the thought of compassion and kindness. Then when practicing martial arts, you will definitely hurt yourself. The deeper you practice the skills, the more severe your injury you are, the master is a virtuous monk. You should know that my Buddhism takes the first place to live, so why should you study these methods of taking human life?"

"In this way, the master thinks that my Buddhism is shallow and I am not worthy of this martial arts?"

Xuan Cheng's face became more and more weird, and his tone became deeper.

"I dare not just do ordinary Buddhist martial arts, with the master's body strong, so I can resist it. However, the seventy-two unique skills are our unique skills. The master has practiced several kinds of skills. If there is no compassion for the Buddhist teachings to resolve them, you must not be able to do it in the meridians!"

The monk sweeping the floor exclaimed halfway through his words.

Because a fist like steel had hit his lower abdomen!

The boxing force is strong and powerful and the internal strength is profound. It is one of the seventy-two unique skills! It is enough to compete with the top masters in the world!

"Hehe, you said that I have done my martial arts apart, so how does this Vajra Fist feel? Is it still authentic?"

Xuan Cheng's face was grim, but his originally compassionate and humble face was twisted and dark for a moment, terrifying like a demon.

But in the next moment, Xuan Cheng's face changed wildly.

Because when he was fisting, he felt that the other party's body was as strong as iron! Not only did his Vajra's fist strength seem to be fully rebounded, but it was also surrounded by a more fierce counterattack force!

If you are counterattacked by these double forces, your arm will be broken and your body will be seriously injured.

"Amitabha! It's my fault! I didn't see the master's eyebrows hiding black aura, but he had been invaded by external demons!"

The old monk sweeping the floor smiled slightly, and Xuan Cheng suddenly felt that the other party's hard abdomen became soft again, like cotton. Not only did his own fist power invade smoothly, but the previous recoil force disappeared without a trace.

"What a great Vajra boxing power, it's really unparalleled!"

As soon as the sweeping monk finished speaking, his mouthful of blood spurted out.

"this"

Xuan Cheng took a few steps back, but he didn't know that the Sweeping Monk was using himself to force the Vajra Fist to avoid hurting himself. If it were normal, he would have been ashamed and bowed down to apologize, but at this time it was the inner demon that was insulted, and in shame, he even had the idea of ​​killing people to silence them!

"What awesome devil!"

The monk's face changed slightly, and his hands were folded together. Xuan Cheng suddenly felt that he was in an extremely soft air wall, and the dense energy around him was like a tough fishing net, tangling up, which made him unable to move!

"The power comes with your heart! Are you a human or a Bodhisattva reincarnation?"

Xuan Cheng finally shouted, but unfortunately he could only see the soft and compassionate gaze of the old monk. Then, his eyes turned black and he fainted simply.

"Amitabha!"

The monk Gao Xuan of the sweeping monk said, but his hands slapped Xuan Cheng like the wind.

Every time he slapped, even Xuan Cheng was in a coma and showed pain, while mysterious energy was forced to come out of his acupoints and crackled.

What's even more strange is that such a shocking thing happened in the Sutra Pavilion, but the monks outside seemed to have become deaf and heard nothing.

After a long time, an old voice in the Sutra Pavilion seemed to sigh: "In the past, the World Honored One became a Buddha, and there was the appearance of the demon of the heavenly demon, the illusion of the heavenly woman, all kinds of states, and the inner demons were endless! Now I have attained the position, and there are demons invading! Heretics practiced the Dharma!"

"Brother Chun, what's wrong here?"

It was the spring of the second year, in Dali.

But it is just like a paradise on earth. The leisurely and comfortable Dali border has become a place of war. All Miao Muzhai and Han villages and villages all seem to be facing great enemies, and even the air seems to be filled with a tense atmosphere.

"It's a sign of war coming soon! No wonder Duan Zhengming was rushing to urge me to come back."

Fang Ming, who was sitting in front of the carriage, had a little puzzled face: "It's just that I remember that Yang Yunxian's rebellion in history should have been next year? But it actually came to the present. Was it the butterfly effect caused by me?"

Fang Ming couldn't help but think of Shaolin Temple again.

He stayed there for two days, and then sneaked into Shaolin Temple again to watch Xuan Cheng's injuries.

I have to say that because he was surprised by the first game, he gained a little advantage.

He also deduced the martial arts realm of the Sweeping Monk, which was definitely a step further than him, and was only one layer of film away from the Grandmaster.

Only such a true opponent can bring supreme understanding to Fang Ming's mind and turn it into a peerless resource to promote his advancement to the master!

However, the time has not come, so Fang Ming, who had just tried his hand, immediately retreated quietly.

“Wow”

Suddenly, a loud baby cry sounded, and two little girls were rushing in the carriage: "No! The baby is crying again!"

"It must be A Xing, you didn't change his diapers!"

"No! I just changed it this morning!"

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing a pair of bright and flirting eyes, which was even more clever: "Brother Chun, Qingluo always bullies me!"

"Haha Xingzhu, be good, look at me hitting A Luo's ass tonight!"

Fang Ming smiled discontently and said casually.

This girl in a purple-green silk dress is naturally Ruan Xingzhu. Although she was born in a scholarly family, she was a quirky and had run away at a young age. If she hadn't happened to be hit by Fang Ming, she would have to suffer a lot.

只是当时问出对方的名字之后,方明当机立断,将对方一同拐到了大理来.

"Ah, I, abductor, have the hat of Lo, Liguan, and the habit of developing a habit, but it has really been implemented."

Fang Ming raised his middle finger to the sky, feeling speechless.

As for Kang Min and other things? Then let it go.

After he was cultivated, Fang Ming, who was walking further and further along the palace road, felt a little guilty.

"Since the town ahead is under strict security, we simply set off directly and headed to Dali!"

Historically, the rebellion of the Yang family in Dali was all on the surface. Sadly, as long as the flag was not completely rebelled, the Duan family of Dali could only be seen, and in fact they were powerless.

And this time, Yang Yunxian's actions were obviously too big, and they had already exceeded the default red line. Even the Shangdou Xiaomin below smelled the ominous atmosphere!

In troubled times, the one who can truly protect yourself is always yourself!

"It seems that the situation in Dali City is probably even more critical!"

At this moment when it was about to break out, Fang Ming felt a little excited, which was the joy of being about to appear on the stage.

"It's time to advance to the position of Dali's king!"

A glimmer burst out from Fang Ming's eyes.

That was the enlightenment of determination to make a decision, and to spare no effort to save the swords and seas of fire and corpses everywhere!

Those who have accomplished great things must have such decisions and persistence!

Compared with the past, Dali City was even more depressed at this time. Fortunately, Fang Ming's identity as a royal family was of some use, so he would not be unable to overcome the layers of blockade.

"Brother, how are you doing now?"

It was still in the original mansion full of precious camellias.

As soon as Fang Ming entered the garden, he saw two people playing chess in the small pavilion. One of them was Duan Zhengming, his cheap brother in this life. There was also a middle-aged monk with no hair on his head and long yellow eyebrows, but he was a frown.

"Brother Chun! You are here just in time. I'll introduce you to you."

Duan Zhengming had kind-eyed eyes and was quite blessed. He was not surprised to see Fang Ming bringing in two girls and a cradle baby. Instead, he ordered his servants to properly place them. This skill in qi cultivation is also outstanding.

"This is my friend Master Huangmei!"

Duan Zhengming again introduced to Huangmei Monk: "This is Zhengming's incompetent younger brother, Zhengchun. For this matter, we still need the help of the master."

"Amitabha, I have no choice but to uphold the country!"

The yellow-browed monk clasped his hands together and made a promise.

"Well, it seems that Duan Zhengming is not a elm-head, he hasn't prepared anything!"

Fang Ming nodded secretly when he saw it.

This yellow-browed monk came from the authentic Damo Lower Court of Putian, Fujian. When he debuted, he had a 30% magnitude of the Vajra finger power. Although he was scared by the young Murong Bo and hid in Dali, he knew his shame and then braved. Although the Vajra finger power at this time had not yet been as strong as it was thirty years later, it was also magnificently magnificent, which was just the same as Duan Yanqing at this time, and he was also considered a little master.

"Did you want to take the initiative to deal with Yang Yunxian?"

Fang Ming asked guessed.

"Not bad! This thief is arrogant and domineering today, and his rebellion has already shown. If he is not eliminated early, he will inevitably suffer a great disaster in the future!"

Duan Zhengming clapped his hands and showed his firmness.

"Yang Yunxian is nothing. The key is that the Yang family behind him. If they cannot be uprooted, they can choose another one immediately if they die."

Fang Ming shook his head, not optimistic about Duan Zhengming's beheading tactics.

"The Yang family occupies the land of the White Barbarians, and the soldiers of the warriors are brave. We have the constraints of the Gao family. The monks and soldiers of Tianlong Temple are the last trump card, so they cannot be moved lightly."

Duan Zhengming said slowly: "So, we must borrow troops!"

"Borrow troops?"

Fang Ming looked at Duan Zhengming's gaze, but suddenly felt like his scalp was numb: "Where can I borrow it?"

"Haha, of course, it's Bai Feng of the Yi tribe, come out!"

With Duan Zhengming's voice, a girl with long hair scattered over her shoulders like dark clouds, with fair and delicate skin. She walked out pretty.

She has many silver jewelry on her body, and the white clothes she wears are like ice silk, and she walks like she is not touching the ground. Although she is young, she is also a rare beauty.

A soft whip wrapped around her waist, and her whole body was filled with a hint of heroism. The bright red birthmark on her left hand looked even more delicate against the background of the surrounding skin.
Chapter completed!