Shen Yuanjing activated Lingbo's microsteps, and his feet kept turning, and he turned four times, occasionally using one or two moves to separate all the attacks. While dodging, he felt carefully that in just a short period of time, all these bronze men had taken action. Each of them had different skills, but their tacit understanding was extremely good. It was like a man using eighteen weapons, with eighteen changes.

It seems to others that although he is not embarrassed, he is as powerless as he is, and he cheers up all the time, praising Shaolin's martial arts with great depth. A formation that everyone has never heard of before is so powerful. It is unfathomable, like a vast abyss and a sea.

Xuan Du put his hands together and said loudly: "Good, there was a 'thirteen-stick monk saving the Tang King' in our temple back then, and today it was 'eighteen Arhats subduing demonic obstacles', which complemented each other." Everyone agreed.

The saying "Thirteen-stick monks save the Tang King" was originally a false saying. Emperor Taizong was extremely brave and invincible. If he fell to the point where he had to rely on the thirteen wild monks to save his life, how could he stand out among the heroes at the end of the Sui Dynasty and present to Emperor Gaozu Li Yuan of the Tang Dynasty?

The monk put a gold on his face, and Shen Yuanjing sneered and said, "It's all those who don't study. I originally wanted to try my best with you casually. If you are so shameless, don't blame me for being rude."

In just one stick of incense, the eighteen monks had used twenty-five martial arts, and all of them were discovered by him. Compared with the 72 Shaolin skills he had seen in Xiaoaoao World, there are indeed many differences in the development over the past two hundred years. Among them, the changes are both good and bad, but the deep meaning behind them is worthy of his consideration.

He thought so, and he was about to take a heavy hand to knock down these people one by one. Suddenly, his heart moved, he glanced into the mountain gate in a faint way, and said to himself: "Can the old monk still not help it?"

He laughed and said, "You guys, I've watched it for so long, let's give you something fun." After that, he suddenly turned sideways and let the Vajra Fist move "Black Wind Punching Ri" passed by. He raised his hand and held it. The bronze man couldn't stop and rushed forward, colliding with the "Big Wei Tuo Pestle" opposite. With a "bang", both of them covered their arms, obviously they were very hard.

Shen Yuanjing also hit the other side again, and the dragon claws and tiger claws on both sides also collided with each other. The two of them were even more miserable. They cracked a few times and broke several fingers.

Xuanci's face changed drastically, and he blurted out: "The stars are moving? Stop!" He wanted to stop, but it was too late. These eighteen bronze men were like one, moving at once, and the offensive was continuous. As the opponent's moves leverage the force in his hands, they all collided with each other, and they were all injured in the blink of an eye.

The scene was silent, and the people watching the show were silent. The monks in Shaolin were also a little stunned. They never expected that the enemy who was attacking was so skillful.

Shen Yuanjing walked towards the mountain gate and said with a smile: "Abbot, you can return the plaque to me now."

Xuanci's face was as deep as water and said, "Gusu Murong is indeed well-known. Mr. Murong is so young that he has such martial arts skills, which is really amazing!"

"Hahahaha!" Shen Yuanjing laughed and said, "Interesting, interesting. I was recognized as Ding Chunqiu's wilderness in Tianlong Temple; in front of your Shaolin Temple, I became a sinister of the Murong family. What kind of Buddhist teachings are you monks practicing? They have crooked mouths and blind eyes. It is better to go back to Liang Wu and eat more meat and make up for it."

These words made the Shaolin monks, one Buddha, two Buddhas ascended to heaven. Those monks of the Xuan generation could not hold back. Xuanci shouted suddenly: "If you talk about the mind, the mind is originally delusion. Knowing that the mind is like an illusion, so there is nothing to do. If you talk about purity, human nature is originally pure. Because of the false thoughts, it covers the true nature, but without delusions, the nature will be pure."

The sound was like thunder on the ground, resounding throughout the audience. The monks stopped one after another, folded their hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, but they couldn't stop their anger. Today, they asked someone to come to the door, how good is it? Xuan Ji even wanted to give advice to the abbot, asking for a great formation of Arhats.

Shen Yuanjing smiled and said, "Good monk, you can even bear it if I say this. I have to smash the plaque and put it on the Sutra Pavilion before you can meet?"

Xuanci started to think that he was talking about himself, but then he was confused. Just as he was about to ask questions, he suddenly heard the Buddha's name from behind.

Everyone turned around and saw a thin monk in a green robe walking out slowly with a broom. His jaw was hung with a few sparse long beards, all of which were all white, and he was obviously not young.

As he walked forward, he said, "I have lived here for many years. I am just a monk who swept the floor. It's nothing special. The donor is very skilled in martial arts. I think he is a noble person who stands tall and upright. If you want to see me, just give me an order, there is no need to make such a big formation."

After he said that, he folded his hands together and bowed respectfully. Shen Yuanjing also returned the bow and said with a smile: "If I come with courtesy, I may have to spend all my lips and tongues, and I will not see you, the true face of Arhat. If I go to the Sutra Pavilion secretly, I will have no burden, but I just seem disrespectful to my master."

When Xuanci and others heard him, they highly praised the old monk in their twilight years. They suddenly felt strange. Judging from their clothes and colors, they were the rough people in this temple who were burning fire, farming, sweeping, and other tidy things. They summoned their junior brothers in charge of the choreographs to ask, and then they realized that this man seemed to be a choreographer who cleaned the Sutra Library.

The old monk shook his head and said, "What a hell am I? I am just serving a monk. The donor is too proud." As the saying goes, serving a monk, only slaughtering and not apprenticing to his master, not passing on martial arts, and not practicing meditation, he will naturally not be able to reach the seniority of "mysterious, wisdom, emptiness, and emptiness".

Shen Yuanjing sneered and said, "These monks have no deep meditation and ordinary martial arts. If they have normal martial arts, they have no deep meditation and are far from the teachings of Bodhidharma. There is no hope for a lifetime Arhat. How can they be compared to the master?"

The old monk was silent for a moment and nodded and said, "What the donor said is very true. Even if the martial arts of this temple is derived from Buddhism, it is a way to hurt people's lives. It is a way to take human life. It is a great way to reconcile the compassionate Buddhist Dharma.

But the monks fell into the "martial arts barrier" and only knew how to be greedy and seek speed, which violated Zen principles. Therefore, when martial arts reached a certain level, they would stagnate. It is a pity that when they reached this state, they still did not wake up and did not know how to seek Buddhist teachings. Instead, they thought they had not learned enough and sought other methods of killing. The more they learned, the more greedy and killing their minds became. If they went astray, they would eventually be backfired."

Xuanci and others were silent all the time, thinking of Senior Brother Xuancheng, who was a unique skill in Shaolin thirteen sects. Senior monks were the best martial arts masters in this temple for two hundred years, but their tendons and veins broke overnight and became useless people, and they couldn't even walk.

At that time, everyone thought that he had made a mistake in practicing martial arts, but he checked the unique skills he had practiced, and it was nothing unusual. They were all gradual. With his talent, he could not get possessed. Now, what the old monk said seems to be exactly this.
Chapter completed!