The internal energy of this Buddhist chant was incomparably vigorous; it was an ordinary sound but it was not inferior to the Buddhist Lion's Roar. Everyone in the inn felt their hearts tremble. Even Jinlun Fawang, who was a highly skilled fighter, focused his attention and looked warily at the entrance of the inn.
The Xuanming Elders also stopped their attacks and turned around with a frown. Though Li Mochou was able to escape, her face became even paler than before.
Soon, a monk dressed in a yellow Kasaya walked in with a Buddhist staff in his hand. This person was clearly middle-aged, but his face was like jade, and he had a dignified appearance. His pair of almond-shaped eyes exuded a dignified aura, and his bearing made everyone in the inn admire him.
"What instruction does the Reverend have for us?" Though Lu Zhangke was a bit wary of this monk, he felt that if he joined hands with his martial brother, there would be very few people in the world who could contend with them. In addition, he had been interrupted by the monk, so his tone was a bit impolite.
A hint of anger flashed through the monk's eyes but it quickly disappeared. He pressed his eyes against the ground and said, "I don't dare to give you instruction, but I have been searching for this female benefactor whom you two have besieged for many days. I hope the two of you will allow me to subdue this demoness."
"Martial brother, I have long heard that the Buddhists of the Central Plains are filthy. Now that I have seen you, you really do live up to your reputation." He Biweng chuckled and winked at the monk. "Reverend, could it be that you have been tempted by this Taoist nun's beauty? A monk with a Taoist nun, a nun with a Taoist priest. Wonderful, wonderful, hahaha … "
Lu Zhangke also laughed along. The monk's face turned green and he shouted in a deep voice, "Hey! Where did these two arrogant people come from? "
The Xuanming Elders didn't get angry. They giggled and said, "Big Monk, there's always a first come, first served rule for everything. We saw this beautiful Daoist nun first, so we brothers are magnanimous. It's not that we can't give you a share later, but it's your fault for cutting the queue."
Li Mochou's face was filled with anger. If a normal man dared to speak to her like this, she would have made him beg for death. However, regardless of whether it was the Xuanming Elders or the monk, their martial arts were far above hers. She could only wait and see.
"Your mouth is full of filthy words. As the saying goes, even when the Buddha is angry, he will roar like a lion. I am not talented, and I really can't control the anger in my heart …" The monk's eyebrows were raised, and he muttered to himself. The people in the inn could only vaguely hear some parts of it. They saw him suddenly raise his hand, and a hot stream of Genuine Qi shot out from his sleeve.
The Xuanming Elders practiced the martial art of extreme Yin and extreme cold, so they were extremely afraid of this kind of extreme Yang energy. They did not dare to take the attack head-on, and hastily dodged to the sides, leaving behind a circle of scorched black marks where they had been standing.
"Formless Finger of Disaster?" Song Qingshu was surprised to see the monk attack. The Formless Finger of Disaster was a unique skill of the Shaolin Temple. Apart from Master Xuan Bei of the Shaolin Temple, there was only Jiu Mozhi of the Tubo Kingdom who was proficient in it. But Master Xuan Bei was killed by Jiu Mozhi in the Shen Jie Temple of Dali. So who was this monk in front of him?
"Formless Finger of Disaster!" The Xuanming Elders had been in Jianghu for many years, so they naturally knew the unique skills of the Wulin World. When they saw the monk use the unique skill of the Shaolin Temple, they could not help but be secretly shocked. Their tone also became respectful, far less presumptuous than before. "May I ask for Master's Dharma name, and which eminent monk of the Shaolin Temple are you?"
The monk snorted. The movement technique that the Xuanming Elders used to dodge just now showed that they were Peerless Masters. Now that they were respectful, he was quite pleased. "My Dharma name is Xuan Cheng."
"So it is the Xuan generation eminent monk!" The Shaolin Temple's Abbot Xuan Ci was of the same generation as the Abbot, so his martial arts must not be weak. The Xuanming Elders became even more respectful.
"Xuan Cheng?" On the contrary, Jinlun Fawang was shocked. He got up and asked, "May I ask if Master is the Shaolin Temple's number one martial artist in the last two hundred years, the Thirteen Ultimate Divine Monks?"
After being reminded by Jinlun Fawang, the Xuanming Elders suddenly remembered a legend in the Wulin World. The 72 Ultimate Skills of the Shaolin Temple are broad and profound. For an ordinary person to be proficient in one in their lifetime is already considered good. Talented people can often practice several Ultimate Skills at the same time. It is impossible to be proficient in all 72 Ultimate Skills at the same time.
A few decades ago, the Xuan generation of the Shaolin Temple produced a martial arts genius. He actually learned the 13 Ultimate Skills. It can be said that no one has ever done this before or since. He was known as the number one martial artist in the Shaolin Temple's last two hundred years, and people called him the Thirteen Ultimate Divine Monks. But there were rumors that he was possessed by the devil, and his martial arts had long been wasted. Could the person in front of them be him?
The monk looked at Jinlun Fawang, and a strange look flashed in his eyes. He said, "I didn't think that there would still be people in the Wulin World who remember this poor monk."
Seeing that he admitted it, the people in the inn all had different expressions. The Divine Arrow Eight Heroes and the other guards all held their weapons and were on guard. The Xuanming Elders looked at each other and saw the other's fear. In recent years, Jinlun Fawang felt that his martial arts were the best in the world. He had an eager expression on his face, but he was worried that Xuan Cheng's reputation as the number one martial artist in the Shaolin Temple's last two hundred years was too great, so he didn't dare to act rashly.
"The number one martial artist in the Shaolin Temple's last two hundred years?" Song Qingshu sneered in his heart, "I don't believe that he's stronger than the Sweeping Monk." In the original work, the Sweeping Monk killed Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo in seconds, defeated Jiu Mozhi in one move, and easily dealt with Qiao Feng and Murong Fu. It was really a bug in a bug. Song Qingshu naturally didn't believe that this Great Master Xuan Cheng would be stronger than the Sweeping Monk.
"Bald Monk Xuan Cheng, you've chased me for thousands of miles. Why?" Li Mochou said with hatred, unlike the silence of the rest of the people.
"Witch, you bring disaster to Jianghu and kill the innocent. This poor monk is only doing this for the sake of the people. Originally, according to this poor monk's temperament, but the Abbot was merciful and ordered me to bring you back to the Shaolin Temple to reflect on your mistakes for the rest of your life. Only then did I let you escape several times. But this time, let's see where you can escape to! "Great Master Xuan Cheng heavily hit the ground with his staff, and the nearby floor cracked inch by inch.
In this period of time, Xuan Cheng had been chasing after Li Mochou. But because of Xuan Ci's decree, he couldn't kill her many times. As a result, Li Mochou took the opportunity to escape using her exquisite lightness kung fu. But Xuan Cheng's internal energy was deep, and he could always keep up with her. Although Li Mochou had temporarily escaped, it was impossible for her to get rid of him.
"Jianghu is full of heartless people. If I, Li Mochou, want to kill, I will kill. Smelly Bald Monk, what can you do to me?" Li Mochou's face showed no fear, which made everyone in the inn admire her.
"Great Master Xuan Cheng, since you have an old grudge, we brothers will not get involved. Great Master, please do as you please." The Xuan Ming Elders laughed a few times, and quickly gave way to their teammates.
Xuan Cheng's eyes narrowed. The two old men in front of him had shifty eyes, and with one look, he could tell that they were not good people. But looking at their bodies and breathing techniques, they should not be weak. Moreover, the tall and thin foreign monk beside them was unfathomable, and Xuan Cheng did not want to cause trouble.
"Evil creature! You killed dozens of Lu Zhanyuan's family, and when you roamed Jianghu, you indiscriminately killed innocent people. Today, this poor monk will do justice on behalf of heaven! "Xuan Cheng looked at Li Mochou and angrily rebuked, waving his staff towards Li Mochou.
Song Qingshu, who was far away, could feel the Xiantian Gang Qi on the staff. He was shocked. This monk claimed to be the number one martial artist in the Shaolin Temple in the past two hundred years, and it was not all bragging. In the entire Shaolin Temple, there was probably no one who could use the Demon Vanquishing Staff Technique with such power.
Xuan Cheng's attack was so powerful that Li Mochou did not dare to take it head-on. She tapped the ground with the tip of her foot and dodged to the side. The table and chairs where she was just standing were quickly smashed by the staff.
Xuan Cheng had fought with Li Mochou many times, so he had expected her to use this move. The heavy staff seemed to have a mind of its own, and with the help of the rebounding force from the ground, it lightly flicked and chased after Li Mochou.
Li Mochou saw that she could not avoid it, so she waved her horsetail whisk and wrapped it around the staff. Using the momentum, she flipped and landed several feet away. Her flexible and slender waist made all the men in the scene drool.
"Tsk tsk, it must be very pleasurable." Lu Zhangke licked his lips and felt his body heat up, but he only dared to think about it in his heart. If he angered this monk, it would be another unnecessary trouble.
Li Mochou naturally did not know the dirty thoughts in Lu Zhangke's mind. Her pretty face was pale as she looked at her trembling right hand. Although she had used the force to escape Xuan Cheng's attack, Xuan Cheng was not careless. He shook his staff and an invisible Gang Qi spread out, breaking the horsetail whisk into pieces. Although Li Mochou had let go of her hand early, the web between her thumb and forefinger was still sore and numb. She would not be able to fight for a while.
Li Mochou did not dare to continue fighting. Taking advantage of the distance between her and Xuan Cheng, she unhesitatingly used the Ancient Tomb sect's top lightness kung fu, [Twisting Blue Sky], and flew out the window.
Xuan Cheng's martial arts were far superior to Li Mochou's, and he had been thinking about how she had escaped from him several times. He had already thought of a way to deal with her. When he saw Li Mochou flying away, he used all his strength and threw his staff.
With the shrill sound of the wind, the staff arrived first. If Li Mochou continued to escape, it would be difficult for her to escape the fate of being struck by the staff and dying.
Li Mochou knew this, but she had roamed Jianghu for many years. Not only did she rely on her martial arts and poison needles, she also relied on her top-notch combat instincts. She knew that if she dodged, she would not be able to escape from Xuan Cheng's hands. If she had to spend the rest of her life in a temple, facing the wall and reflecting on her mistakes, she might as well end all her troubles.
After weighing the pros and cons, Li Mochou decided to take the blow from the staff and take the opportunity to escape. She did not dodge. Instead, she focused her zhenqi on her back and waited for the incoming thunderous blow.
Lu Zhangke sucked in a breath of cold air. With his eyesight, he could see that there was a huge difference between Li Mochou and Xuan Cheng's power. Li Mochou would not be able to survive this attack. He couldn't help but feel pity for such a beautiful Taoist nun. Of course, even if he wanted to save her now, it was too late.
Zhao Min's expression was solemn, and Hua Zheng also had a look of pity on her face as they watched the tragedy unfold.
"Whoosh!"
Just as the staff was about to hit Li Mochou's back, a chopstick came flying out of nowhere and collided with the staff. The chopstick immediately shattered, but the staff was affected and also deviated from its target. It spun and flew towards the window.
Li Mochou saw the staff that was supposed to be behind her fly towards her, and her face paled. She kicked the ground with the tip of her foot and stopped her body. With an elegant somersault, she landed next to Song Qingshu's table. She looked at him with a puzzled expression. She saw a handsome man pouring himself a cup of wine and one of the chopsticks on the side of his bowl was missing. She knew what had happened and cupped her hands in thanks. "Thank you for saving me."
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