Everyone saw that Jiu Mozhi was only forty years old. Even if he could master one technique every year, it would take him seventy-two years. Each of the seventy-two techniques was extremely complicated. How could he master several of them in one year?
Only Song Qingshu knew that Jiu Mozhi was only using the [Minor Non-Phase Technique] to activate the seventy-two techniques. He only had the form but not the essence. However, the power of the [Minor Non-Phase Technique] was great and Jiu Mozhi's internal energy was profound. Therefore, the power he used was not inferior to the original seventy-two techniques.
The Shaolin monks did not understand what was going on; they all thought, "This man talks big words, yet he is acting like this. Could it be that he has gone mad?"
Xuan Sheng sneered in his heart, but he still had a respectful expression on his face. He said, "You are said to be proficient in the seventy-two techniques. I would like to ask you about the [Maha Finger], [Prajna Palm], and [Great Jin Gang Fist]."
For thousands of years, Shaolin had produced Xuan Cheng who was proficient in thirteen techniques. This was unprecedented. Xuan Sheng did not believe Jiu Mozhi's words. He thought that Jiu Mozhi was just bragging. As long as they fought, Jiu Mozhi's rumors would be destroyed.
Jiu Mozhi smiled and said, "I don't dare. Please enlighten me." His body slightly leaned sideways, his left palm suddenly flat, while his right fist struck straight out. In front of the main entrance of the Shaolin Temple, a copper tripod burning incense was hit by the power of the fist. With a 'dong' sound, the tripod jumped up. It was the 'Luo Zhong Dong Ying' from the Great Guardian Deity Fist. The fist did not hit the cauldron and the cauldron made a sound. It was not that difficult. The fist was obviously moving forward, but the cauldron jumped up. It was obvious that the fist was skillful and had mastered the [Great Jin Gang Fist].
Jiu Mozhi did not wait for the cauldron to fall down. He used the [Prajna Palm]'s [Deterrence of the External Dao]. The cauldron turned half a circle in the air and something fell down. There was a lot of incense ashes in the cauldron. Smoke filled the air and no one could see what it was. At this time, the [Luo Zhong Dong Ying]'s power had been used up. The cauldron fell down quickly. Jiu Mozhi stretched out his thumb and pressed forward. A sharp force shot out and the cauldron suddenly moved half a foot to the left. Jiu Mozhi pressed down three times and the bronze cauldron moved a foot and a half away before it landed on the ground.
Xuan Sheng's face instantly turned ghastly pale. He knew that while these three strikes of his seemed ordinary, the strength contained within them had actually reached an extraordinary realm. It was an orthodox move of the Mahākāśyapa Finger, and it was called the Third Entry to Hell. That was to say that practicing these three restraints was extremely hard. Every time they restrained, it was as if they had entered hell.
The ashes of the incense gradually scattered, revealing a piece of ground.
A palm-sized object came. As soon as the monks saw it, they could not help but cry out in alarm. It was a brass palm, with five fingers, the edge of the palm was glittering, as brilliant as gold, but the back of the palm was greyish-green.
Jiu Mozhi flicked his sleeve and said with a smile, "This' Kasaya Demon Subduing Technique 'is not perfect, please give me some pointers, Abbot." As soon as he finished speaking, the bronze cauldron seven feet in front of him seemed to have come to life. It suddenly spun a few times, and after it stopped spinning, the side that was originally facing inwards turned outwards. In the middle of the cauldron, the shape of a palm was cut, and the cut was also shining with a bright yellow light. Only now did the lower ranking monks understand that when Jiu Mozhi used the 'Subduing the External Way' from the Bo're Palm, his palm strength was as sharp as a treasured knife, unexpectedly it cut a piece of the cauldron the size of a palm.
Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. I almost forgot that Jiu Mozhi also knows the [Wisdom Palm]. Could it be that he did this to the martial uncles?
He quickly denied this speculation. After all, the relationship between the two of them was not normal. Jiu Mozhi had no motive to do this, and his reaction when he heard about this matter did not seem to be fake.
But after being reminded by Jiu Mozhi, Song Qingshu suddenly had an idea. There was another person who could also know the [Wisdom Palm]. According to his usual character, he could really do this kind of thing …
Xuan Sheng saw that these three moves were all far better than him. In a split second, he felt as if his heart had died. He thought, "I'm afraid what this divine monk said is right. Our Shaolin Sect's seventy-two unique skills were indeed passed down from India. He learned the secret from the same place, so he is much better than our Central Plains." He immediately put his palms together and bowed. He said, "State Preceptor's divine skills have opened my eyes. I admire you, I admire you!"
The last move that Jiu Mozhi used was the [Kasaya Demon Subduing Technique]. Abbot Xuan Ci had spent a lot of time on this martial art in his life, so much so that he had neglected the cultivation of Zen. Sometimes he really regretted it, and felt that it was really pointless to continue practicing for just one move. But when he thought about how his sleeve technique was unparalleled in the world, he felt comforted. At this moment, he saw Jiu Mozhi casually wave his sleeve in a carefree and unrestrained manner. Moreover, he was talking and laughing. His sleeve had already moved, and he was not afraid of letting out any internal energy. He couldn't help but have mixed feelings.
In a split second, the whole place was silent. Everyone was shocked by Jiu Mozhi's divine skills.
After a long time, Xuan Ci let out a long sigh and said, "Today, I finally know that there is always someone better than me. I have studied hard for decades, but in the eyes of the State Preceptor, it is really not worth mentioning. Shaolin Temple's shallow waters cannot raise a dragon. It is not a good place to keep a good guest. State Preceptor, please leave! "
Hearing the abbot's words, Shaolin Temple's monks were all dejected.
All the monks in the Temple hung their heads dejectedly; they all understood that the Abbot was forced to say these words because he admitted that Shaolin Pai's martial art skill was inferior to others. Shaolin Temple had been famous for hundreds of years, and was the leader of the Central Plains' martial arts. In this way, not only did Shaolin Temple suffer a crushing defeat, the Central Plains' martial arts had also lost a lot of face in front of the foreigners. Zhang SanFeng couldn't help but frown.
"Abbot, please wait!" Xuan Cheng had been watching coldly from the side. Originally, he had been preparing to deal with Zhang SanFeng, so he didn't want to come out so early. However, seeing that Xuan Ci had admitted defeat, he couldn't sit still anymore. He walked out of the crowd and said to Jiu Mozhi, "I can be considered as a talented monk. I have practiced hard for decades, and only know a little about the thirteen ultimate skills. You claim to be proficient in the seventy-two ultimate skills, I absolutely don't believe you. Please enlighten me."
Hearing his words, Jiu Mozhi's expression also became serious, "So you are Shaolin Temple's number one in the last two hundred years, Master Xuan Cheng." He had originally planned to take the opportunity to humiliate Shaolin Temple, but he didn't expect Xuan Cheng to suddenly stand out. Although Jiu Mozhi was arrogant, he was not stupid. Facing the hidden number one master of Shaolin Temple, he didn't dare to take it lightly.
Xuan Cheng snorted, "In front of you, who claims to be proficient in the seventy-two ultimate skills, I don't dare to accept it."
"Arguing with words will only add to your troubles. Master, please." Jiu Mozhi originally planned to use force to shock the entire Shaolin Temple and become famous in the world. With his previous preparation, as long as he defeated Xuan Cheng, no one in Jianghu would doubt what he said, and the foundation of Shaolin Temple would probably be shaken.
Xuan Cheng didn't make a move. Instead, he stood with his hands behind his back, "Wisdom King is a guest. Wisdom King, please!"
Seeing that Xuan Cheng was being arrogant, Jiu Mozhi couldn't help but sneer, "If that's the case, I won't be polite." As soon as he finished speaking, Jiu Mozhi's body moved, and at the same time, he used the Sleeve World and pointed at Xuan Cheng with the Formless Finger of Disaster.
Xuan Cheng frowned. As a Shaolin Temple monk, he naturally knew the subtleties of these two skills. He tilted his body and took a step to the side, dodging the two killer skills. Unexpectedly, Jiu Mozhi's eyesight was even better. He had already predicted where Xuan Cheng would dodge, so he threw a punch with the King Kong Fist, and with a bang, it hit Xuan Cheng's shoulder, causing him to stagger two steps back.
Jiu Mozhi laughed and said, "Although you're famous, you're nothing special." He thought that the palm that could break a stone had already broken his shoulder bone into pieces. Knowing that he was a dignified person, Jiu Mozhi took the opportunity to stop, and looked leisurely.
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