Song Qingshu didn't know what was going on with Xuzhu in this world. He looked honest, but he was cunning. Song Qingshu didn't know if Xuzhu had been possessed by an old monster like the Lord of Ming. Thinking about how Xuzhu had tried to kill him several times, Song Qingshu was annoyed. He was too lazy to think about the reason, so he decided to get rid of this trouble once and for all.
Of course, he maintained his rationality and didn't plan to completely destroy the Shaolin Temple. After all, the Shaolin Temple was the most powerful temple in the martial arts world. If it was completely destroyed, the impact would be too great. However, there were a few people who had to be eliminated. Otherwise, with them interfering, the relationship between the Shaolin Temple and the Shaolin Temple would never be eased. Xuan Cheng and Xuzhu were on the list.
Xuan Cheng had just resisted the Ten Thousand Returning to Origin Swords, and his indestructible body was broken by the sword qi. Even if he didn't die, he would be half crippled. On the other hand, Xuzhu was not the main target of the sword qi. Although he was injured, he would be full of vigor after he recovered. Therefore, Song Qingshu chose him as his first target.
Xuan Ci, Fang Zheng, and the others exclaimed. Unfortunately, they were injured and had no spare strength to stop the sword qi. They could only watch the sword qi shoot toward Xuzhu.
However, the moment before the sword qi hit Xuzhu, a ripple suddenly appeared in front of Xuzhu. A skinny monk in a green robe appeared in front of him. The monk put his palms together and said, "Amitabha ~"
The Sword Qi that was shot out earlier seemed to have encountered a layer of extremely soft, yet extremely hard barrier. With a few sizzling sounds, the Sword Qi disappeared without a trace.
"Sweeping Monk!" Song QingShu's pupils shrank as he recognized the old monk who had appeared.
The sweeping monk smiled and spoke first, "Layman Song, long time no see."
"Greetings, Senior." Song Qingshu didn't know why the monk had come, so he didn't know what to say.
"Xuzhu couldn't get rid of greed, anger, and obsession. He offended you and was injured by you. He deserved it." There was a trace of regret in the monk's tone. "However, this child has a deep relationship with me, so I can't just stand by and watch. I hope that Benefactor Song will be merciful."
Song Qingshu's expression changed. It was clear from the monk's attitude that he wanted to protect Xuzhu. It had to be known that he was the most famous and mysterious expert in the Golden Book System. He was one of the three most powerful existences in the world, and he could not be underestimated.
"I was wondering why Xuzhu was so good at martial arts at such a young age. He was even proficient in the 72 Ultimate Skills of Shaolin Temple. So it was all thanks to Senior." At this point, how could Song Qingshu not understand? There was no exquisite chess game in this world, but Xuzhu still had mysterious martial arts. After thinking about it, only the Sweeping Monk had this ability.
The sweeping monk shook his head, "Our sect's martial art was passed down from Bodhidharma ancestor. Buddhist disciples learned martial arts to strengthen their bodies and to protect and subdue demons. When practicing martial arts, they always have a compassionate and benevolent heart. If they don't use Buddhism as their foundation, they will hurt themselves when practicing martial arts. If they don't practice the 72 Ultimate Skills, if they don't use the compassionate Buddhist method to neutralize it, the evil energy will penetrate deep into the internal organs. It will become a hundred times more powerful than any external poison. For thousands of years, Shaolin disciples have come out in large numbers, but at most, they can only practice 12 or 13 of the skills. No one has been able to practice the 72 Ultimate Skills. "
"The reason why Xuzhu knows so many skills is because he used the Daoist Minor Non-Phase Method to activate them. He only has the form of the 72 Ultimate Skills, but not the 72 Ultimate Skills. Even so, he has suffered a serious internal injury. It's fine because he is still young, but in a few years, his internal injury will flare up, and I'm afraid he will be bedridden."
These words shocked everyone present. Among the Shaolin monks, only Xuan Ci, Fang Zheng, and a few others knew about this. The rest of them didn't know that Xuzhu was using the Minor Non-Phase Method. They thought that there was a young genius who was proficient in the 72 Ultimate Skills. Now that they knew the truth, they felt a sense of disappointment and frustration. Coupled with the fact that they were defeated by Song Qingshu, everyone's hearts were filled with despair.
Xiao Yuanshan's expression also changed greatly. He had been practicing the Shaolin Ultimate Skills, and the pain in some of his acupuncture points had become more and more serious. Previously, he thought it was because he was seriously injured in his early years, and because he was getting older, he didn't expect it to be because he was practicing the Shaolin Ultimate Skills.
As for Song Qingshu, he had heard these words in his previous life. At this time, he was far less shocked than Xiao Yuanshan and the other Shaolin monks. However, he also admired the sweeping monk for pointing out that Xuzhu was using the Minor Non-Phase Method to cheat. It has to be known that in troubled times, if there was a young disciple who was proficient in the 72 Ultimate Skills, it would be a big gimmick.
"Senior, do you really want to protect him?" However, admiration was one thing, and letting Xuzhu go was another.
"Good, good." The sweeping monk put his palms together and said, "I hope Benefactor Song will be magnanimous."
Although his eyes were lifeless and he stood there like an ordinary old man who didn't know martial arts at all, Song Qingshu didn't dare to underestimate him. Only people who had reached his cultivation level could see that the other party had returned to his natural state and was one with the aura of heaven and earth. Attacking him was like going against heaven and earth.
However, although he was strong, Song Qingshu was not afraid at all. A golden light gradually appeared in the depths of his eyes, as if there was a little golden person faintly jumping.
Previously, the sweeping monk still had a calm appearance, but when he saw the golden light in the other party's eyes, his body trembled and his expression changed greatly. He had a very strong sense of crisis. Every cell in his body seemed to be warning him of the danger the other party was in.
The sweeping monk's face was dignified. He took out a broom from somewhere and placed it in front of him. His aura was no longer as calm as before. Instead, he released his aura as if he was ready to strike at any time.
However, in the end, Song Qingshu didn't make a move. The golden light in his eyes gradually faded and finally returned to normal. "After the Lion Slaying Convention, I received guidance from Senior. Song Mou has always remembered this kindness in his heart." Back then, when his tendons and veins were broken, he was discouraged by the sweeping monk's guidance. In addition, the other party had given him a wisp of zhenqi to protect his heart meridian. Song Qingshu had always remembered this matter. He was a person who would repay kindness. Naturally, he didn't want to fight to the death with the sweeping monk here.
"Today, for the sake of Senior, I will spare them this time, but next time …" He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.
"Thank you, Benefactor Song." The sweeping monk secretly wiped his cold sweat and looked at Song QingShu with some bewilderment. He did not know what had happened just now, but that sense of life and death crisis was too strong. Ever since he had achieved great success in martial arts, he had never felt something like this.
The sweeping monk boasted that he knew a little about martial arts in the world, but the golden light in Song Qingshu's eyes just now could be said to be unheard of. He didn't know what kind of martial arts it was.
Sure enough, the new generation surpassed the old. The sweeping monk secretly sighed, turned to Xuan Ci and the others and said, "Let's go."
"Just like that?" Xuan Ci was stunned. In his heart, the sweeping monk was an invincible existence. No matter how high Song Qingshu's martial arts were, it was impossible for him to be a match for the sweeping monk. "But there are so many people in the temple who are seriously injured …"
Before he finished speaking, a monk who went to help Xuan Cheng exclaimed, "Senior Brother Xuan Cheng's meridians are all broken!"
"Ah!" The Shaolin monks all cried out in alarm. It should be known that Xuan Cheng was the number one master in Shaolin Temple. Now that his meridians were all broken, it was obvious that his martial arts had been crippled. It should be known that in Jianghu, the crippled martial arts could be compared to a mortal enemy. However, these people knew that they were no match for Song Qingshu, so they could only look to the sweeping monk for help, hoping that he would come forward to uphold justice.
Who would have thought that the sweeping monk slowly shook his head and said, "Our temple has seventy-two unique skills, each of which can hurt people's vital points and take their lives. They are fierce and ruthless, and go against the harmony of heaven and earth. Therefore, each unique skill must have a corresponding compassion to dissolve it. This truth is not known to all monks in our temple, but after a person has practiced four or five unique skills, his understanding of Zen will naturally be hindered. In our Shaolin Temple, this is called 'martial arts barrier', the same as the 'knowledge barrier' of other sects and sects. You must know that Buddhism seeks to save the world, and martial arts seeks to kill. The two are opposite and mutually restrained. Only the higher one's Dharma is, the more compassionate one will be, and the more one will be able to practice martial arts. But a monk who has reached such a high level of cultivation would disdain to learn more powerful killing techniques. "
The sweeping monk continued, "In our temple, naturally there are people whose Buddhism cultivation is insufficient, yet they want to learn more advanced martial arts. But if they continue to practice, they will either enter the devil's path or suffer internal injury that is difficult to heal. When Xuan Cheng Dashi came to the Sutra Depository Pavilion to pick up the ancient martial art books, Lao Na had reminded him three times, but he still refused to come to his senses. Now it is difficult for him to turn back. Even if he was not injured by Song Jushi's hand today, within three years, his tendons and meridians will suddenly break in one night, and he will become a cripple. "
"Amitabha!" There was no lack of Shaolin eminent monks present. After hearing this, they were shocked, but they also felt enlightened, as if they had faintly understood something.
The sweeping monk's eyes showed compassion, "Actually, the five accumulations are empty, the body is injured, from now on he cannot practice martial art. He diligently practiced Buddhism, and from this he was enlightened, it is really a blessing in disguise. If the masters still insist on his martial art being crippled, it is really too much. "
Fang Zheng was the first to understand, and he put his palms together, "Thank you for your understanding." The rest of the monks also gradually understood, and all agreed.
The sweeping monk nodded, his face showing a gratified expression, "Let's go."
"But Xiao Yuanshan secretly learned our temple's martial arts, if it falls into the hands of the foreign tribes …" Kong Wen was heavily injured and weak, but he still couldn't help but ask.
As soon as he said this, Xiao Feng and his son's expressions changed, because they could already see that this monk who suddenly appeared was simply unfathomable, if he really attacked Xiao Yuanshan, they were afraid …
The sweeping monk turned back to look at Xiao Yuanshan, and said, "Jushi Xiao, recently the 'Liang Men' and 'Tai Yi' acupoints on your lower abdomen, do you feel faint pain?"
Xiao Yuanshan's whole body shivered, and said, "Divine monk, it is indeed so."
The sweeping monk continued, "Your 'Guan Yuan' acupoint is numb, how is it recently?"
Xiao Yuanshan was even more shocked, and said with a trembling voice, "Ten years ago this numbness was only the size of a little finger, now … now it is almost the size of a teacup."
The sweeping monk sighed, "Just now I have already said, in order to practice our temple's martial arts, you must use the corresponding Buddhism to dispel the evil energy, Jushi Xiao is already on the verge of Qi deviation."
Xiao Feng and his son were both shocked, Xiao Feng wanted to open his mouth to ask for help, but when he thought about how he had just fought with the Shaolin people to the death, he couldn't bring himself to ask for help.
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