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Chapter 37 Provocation

If there is any difference between the morning in Songshan and other places, it is the yellow tiles on the roof of Shaolin Temple, which reflect the rising morning light of the morning sun, and can emit golden light. From a high place, it is like the valley covered with wealth and treasures, showing the spirit of jewels; from the side of the mountain, it is like the Buddha sitting in charge, with circles of halos behind him.

The sound of morning bells shakes people's hearts. Shaolin bells have to be knocked one hundred and eight times, from the dawn to the sun breaking out of the ground, and then let the lingering sounds echo and scatter.

With a "creaking", the door opened, early tourists and pilgrims and heroes from the rivers and lakes flocked in. After a while, the main hall was filled with smoke, and the people around were noisy, making it lively like a market.

Shen Yuanjing stood outside the mountain gate and looked up at the forehead. The Shaolin Temple plaque hanging in the middle was in the black yellow character. The words seemed to be painted with gold paint, brilliant and dazzling.

A monk from the side saw that he was very elegant. He thought he was either a scholar from a scholar or a young master from an official family. He took the initiative to come forward to receive him and introduced: "This plaque was Emperor Zetian back then..."

Unexpectedly, Shen Yuanjing turned his head and smiled at him, tiptoed gently, flew more than a foot high, and took off the plaque with a scoop on his hand.

The monk was stunned and took a long time to react. He stretched out his arms and pointed at him, and said tremblingly, "You, you..." After pausing for a few moments, he didn't say anything. Instead, the voices were boiling, and the man with a bad temper had rolled up his sleeves and came over.

Shen Yuanjing said loudly: "Huashan sent Shen Yuanjing to pay homage to the mountain. Please give me advice from all the monks of Shaolin!" The voice went straight through the mountain gate and along the Main Hall, and all the way forward. Everyone in the temple could hear it clearly.

After finishing the morning class, Shaolin Xuanci was sitting opposite Xuan Ji, Xuan Nan, Xuan Ku and other fellow disciples in the backyard Zen Martial Hall, saying, "Junior Brother Xuan Bei went to Dali Duan to deliver a letter, but died under the 'Da Wei Tuo Pestle'. Master Wu Ye, the abbot of the Singjie Temple, concluded that the murderer was using Gusu Murong's "using his way to give him the body." But Murong Bo died for thirty years. Even though his son Murong Fu had a high martial arts skills, he could not kill Xuan Bei quietly. What do you think should you deal with it now?"

Xuan Ji said: "Master Wuye is very virtuous and has a great knowledge. Since he pointed out that the murderer used the unique skills of the Murong family, he would definitely not be wrong. Even if the murderer was not Murong Fu, he would not have any relationship with his family. The abbot might as well send a letter to ask him to go to Songshan to explain and find some martial arts celebrities to come over. It would not be considered as our bullying."

As Xuan Nan was about to speak, Shen Yuanjing's voice came from outside the mountain gate to the backyard, nearly a hundred feet away, word by word, clearly into everyone's ears. Xuan Ci was stunned. He had never heard of the Huashan Sect before. The tone of the visitor was polite, but the words were used were very inappropriate.

He used his internal strength and said, "Dear guests are here, please welcome them!" He also said, "Xuanming and Xuanshi, two junior brothers, please go to the front yard to welcome the guests."

Xuanming and Xuanshi bowed and said "Yes", turned around and passed through the Great Hall, just to open to others. When they saw two Zhiqing, Zhizhan and his two nephews rushed here in a panic. As soon as they saw them, they shouted: "Uncle Master, it's not good. Someone came to the door and took off the plaque of our Shaolin Temple."

When Xuanming heard this, he was furious and said to the two: "You go and report to the abbot, and I and Junior Brother Xuan Shi will come forward to take a look." After that, he used his light skills and ran towards the gate of the mountain.

After passing many tourists, when we arrived at the door, we saw a man in white shirt standing at the door, holding a plaque in his right hand and standing on the stone slab. There were also several monks of the Hui and Xu generations next to him, covering their chests and standing aside.

The plaque was clearly the one hanging high on the forehead of the door. Xuan Ming shouted loudly: "What a thief!" He rushed over in an instant, clenched his fist with his right hand, and hit the enemy's chest. He was obviously extremely angry, and he came up with the "comet attacking the moon" in the Great Vajra Fist, with an extremely fierce momentum.

Shen Yuanjing recognized this boxing technique. If he dodged, the other party would have the next moves such as "Black Wind Ri" and "Seven Stars Party". Although this person's martial arts are really average, the boxing technique itself is extremely fierce.

He smiled softly and did not move. Seeing that the punch was about to hit his body, he heard Xuan Ci who arrived behind shouting: "Stop!"

Xuan Ming was so angry that he had not left any strength in this move. He regretted that he shouldn't have violated the precept of anger, and it was too late. The fist had already fallen half a foot outside the other party.

There was only a dull sound of "bang". He felt like he was smashing a stone wall, which was extremely hard, and his hands were hurting, and his arms were about to break. When he pulled them back, he was trembling.

Xuan Ci finally rushed over, his eyes shrank, and he thought to himself: "This man's martial arts is so powerful, but his true energy is revealed, and he feels like there is a layer of iron armor on his body."

The martial arts heroes beside him greeted him one by one. He responded one by one. He heard these people talking nonsense and then understood what was going on. He walked forward, reached out and pressed Xuan Ming's shoulders, and a mellow force was passed over. The other party's arm and palms were mostly restored, and he suddenly felt much more comfortable.

"This young hero, I don't know what Shaolin has offended you, so he has to do this." Xuan Ci was completely angry, and still had a merciful face and said politely.

Shen Yuanjing said, "I came in and felt that my martial arts had reached a bottleneck. I practiced hard without reference. Thinking that the Shaolin system's Hu sect's barbarians should be very different from the Central Plains martial arts, so I came to ask for advice. Even if it was despicable, it should be able to understand the same things." He didn't really look down on Shaolin Kung Fu, but he just wanted to force the monk to sweep the floor, and infringe on his words.

He said these words very arrogantly and belittled many Shaolin Temples. After hearing this, the onlookers were in an uproar. Xuanci's face darkened, and his nameless fire broke out in his heart, but he still suppressed him and said:

"Young hero's words are different. In my Buddha's eyes, there is no difference between sentient beings. China and India are all false names. The predecessor of Bodhidharma has benefited many people in the world so far. Why should you be obsessed with the views of the essay and belittle them a lot?"

Shen Yuanjing smiled and said, "Buddhism may not have borders, but how can monks do this? I am in Middle Earth, so naturally I am on Middle Earth. Could it be that you are not like this in Shaolin?" The other party couldn't answer, and it was unreasonable to say yes or no.

He said again: "If Sakyamuni comes, he can suppress me with his palms; if Bodhidharma is resurrected, he may be able to surpass me. As for you, let me see how many abilities you can accomplish."

After saying this, he smiled softly, with his left hand in a flower-shaped manner, and with a single finger, a sharp energy rushed towards Xuanci.

Several people next to them exclaimed: "Pick up the flower finger!" This Shaolin masterpiece was called Shen Yuanjing, and it was easy to freehand. Monk Xuandu was originally good at this skill. At first sight, he took a breath. Compared to it, he felt as if he had just started.

Xuan Ci did not dare to neglect her, so he used the Prajna palm technique with his right hand. This palm, also known as the Vajra Prajna Palm, was created by the eighth generation Abbot Master Yuanyuan. He used the tiger-like wind and connected with the opponent's finger force in the air, and even took a step back.
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