The Arhat Fist that was agreed, how did it become the palm of the Tathagata?

Especially, compared with that young monk in Shaolin, it made him lose face even more.

"Fifth Martial Uncle, even you lost to Feng Jiuzhi, how could the little monk win?" A true martial arts disciple asked with a puzzled expression on his face.Zhang Cuifeng came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "I don't know either." In fact, Zhang Cuifeng was also very curious about this point.

How could a young monk with blocked meridians win Feng Jiuzhi?

In another room.

Xuan Ji and Xuan Kong each sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Is it for the purpose of repaying the alchemy, or simply wanting to prevent Shaolin from participating in Zhang Zhenren's birthday party?" Xuan Kong, the head of Zhikeyuan, asked a question.

Xuan Ji, the head of the Bodhidharma Academy (obtained by the promise), said: "Soldiers come to block, water comes to cover up. If you want to snatch the Da Huan Dan from the old monk, you need some real skills." "That's true." Xuan Kong Nodding his head, he said with a light smile, "I didn't expect that Hui Wu could win against Feng Jiuzhi." Xuan Ji opened his eyes and said, "Before leaving the temple, Junior Brother Xuan Chi asked me to take care of him." Oh?" Xuankong was surprised.

Xuan Ji said: "Five years ago, he was able to listen to the sound and judge the position, and pointed out the location of the evil thief Gu Wansheng; his natural wisdom root made his eyesight and hearing far superior to ordinary people. Gambling depends on listening to the wind and distinguishing the position."

Xuankong nodded slowly, and said with emotion: "It's a pity, if Hui Wu's meridians are unblocked, Shaolin will have one more genius." "Everyone has his own destiny, and all living beings are equal."

Xuanji said, "If his meridians are unblocked, maybe he won't have the root of wisdom." "That's right." Xuankong nodded.

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Chapter 75 Why do I feel that he is not very strong?

Early the next morning, it was just dawn.

A group of people galloped and set foot on the road again.

On the way, Xiao Xun had an understanding of the territory of the Great Zhou for the first time.

The territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty was vast and boundless, divided into thirteen prefectures, and each prefecture was composed of countless cities.

Shaolin is located in Qingzhou, and Wudang Mountain, where the Zhenwu Sect is located, is located in Chuzhou.

Relatively speaking.

Qingzhou is in the north, Chuzhou is in the south, and Yangzhou is between the two states.

Five days later.

The group came to the border area between Yangzhou and Chuzhou.

"Everyone, be careful, there are more bandits at the junction of the two states." Zhang Cuifeng warned in a deep voice.

"Fifth Master Uncle is too worrying, what kind of bandits dare to intercept our Zhenwu and Shaolin sects?" A disciple of Zhenwu sect chuckled.

The rest of the Zhenwu sect disciples mostly showed a slightly arrogant look.

Obviously, as a disciple of the Zhenwu sect, he was not considered a mere gangster.

Xiao Xun rode a horse, followed Yuanqiu closely, and asked in a low voice: "Master, why are there so many bandits on the border between the two states?" It is a mountainous area, and the bandits hide in the deep mountains, so it is not easy to catch.

The second reason is that in recent years, the influence of the princes of the Great Zhou has penetrated the states, making some government orders and rules different among the states.

What's more, if a thief commits a crime in Qingzhou and escapes to Chuzhou, then the Qingzhou police want to arrest 190 criminals, and they need to apply for a sea arrest document before they can go to Chuzhou to arrest people..." After listening, Xiao Xun only felt This big week seems to be a little scattered.

"According to my uncle, the thief killed someone and fled directly to other states, so he escaped the pursuit? Isn't there a lot of fugitive criminals in Dazhou?" Xiao Xun asked with a frown.

Yuanqiu shook his head and said with a smile: "If you can hide for a while, you can't hide forever.

Every three months, in the thirteen prefectures of the Great Zhou Dynasty, all kinds of crimes need to be reported to the central state imperial capital, and the Zhongzhou sea arrest clerk, fugitive criminals are criminals in any state. ""oh. Xiao Xun suddenly realized, and asked again, "Then the bandits at the junction of these two states?" "

"Unless the two states work together, otherwise..." Yuanqiu shook his head, and smiled again, "Generally, those who exterminate bandits are mostly people from the Jianghu." "People from the Jianghu?" Xiao Xun blinked and asked another question , "People in the Jianghu kill people, is it against the law?"

"This..." Yuanqiu hesitated, and said in a low voice, "About this point, you just need to understand that 'if the people don't get promoted, the officials won't be prosecuted'."

"Oh." Xiao Xun understood.

All corners of the country, all corners of the country.

In the evening, a group of people came to an abandoned village.

Most of the houses (cgcf) had been burnt to ruins, dark red dried blood stuck to the soil, and more than a dozen blackened corpses were horrifying.

Everyone stopped their horses. It was the first time Xiao Xun had seen such a desolate scene. He was at a loss for a while. When he heard the monks around him chanting 'Amitabha', he also half-lidded his eyes and chanted the Buddha's name.

"When we came here, it seemed to be fine here." A disciple of the True Martial Sect said.

Zhang Cuifeng nodded slightly, and pondered: "This is just an ordinary village, probably built by bandits nearby."

"Fifth Master Uncle, let's go suppress the bandits."

Song Qinglun suggested, a little eager to try.

Along the way, because of Feng Jiuzhi's incident, he always felt that others looked at him strangely.

This made him often angry and sleepless.

Zhang Cuifeng frowned, hesitating.

If he was out alone and happened to meet the bandit Tucun, then he might have to make a move.

But now, his task is to welcome Shaolin and his party to Wudang Mountain, and the Feng Jiuzhi incident happened before, so he really doesn't want to cause more trouble.

"Master Xuankong and Xuanji." Zhang Cuifeng looked at Xuankong and Xuanji, wanting to leave the decision to Shaolin.

Xuankong clasped his hands together, and with a compassionate face, he said: "Amitabha, those who committed this case are beyond the law of heaven; it is the duty of Buddhist disciples to eliminate demons and defend the way."

After agreement.

Five members of the Zhenwu Sect, Xuankong and half of the Bodhidharma disciples searched in all directions, while the rest of the Bodhidharma disciples stayed in the village and buried the corpses under Yuanqiu's command.

Xiao Xun stayed beside Xuan Ji, reciting Buddhist scriptures to save the souls of the dead.

It has been ten years since I came to this world...

Xiao Xun is not sure whether people in this world have souls left behind after death.

He only knows that if he cultivates to a high level, he can cultivate the primordial spirit.

As for whether the primordial spirit and the soul are the same thing, he still doesn't understand now.

At night, a dark cloud covered the moon, and the starry sky was dim.

A group of people stationed at the head of the village, lit three fires, and waited silently.

"Uncle, nothing will happen?"

Sitting cross-legged beside Yuanqiu, Xiao Xun asked in a low voice.

It has been an hour since Zhang Cuifeng, Xuan Kong and others left, and they haven't come back yet.

Yuanqiu used the wooden branch in his hand to pull down the fire, and said: "Probably not, Master Xuankong and Zhang Wuxia are walking together, it's not easy to think of the two of them at the same time."

"Oh." Xiao Xun felt a little relieved, and couldn't help asking: "Master Uncle, you only mentioned Master Xuankong and Zhang Wuxia, what about the Song benefactor who is the [-]th in the Qingyun list? What is his weight in the Jianghu ?”

Asking, he couldn't help but add another sentence: "Why do I feel that this Song benefactor is not very strong?"

When the disciples of Dharma Academy, Huizhi, Huiren and others heard Xiao Xun's question about Song Qinglun, they either looked directly at Yuanqiu or pricked up their ears.

"How dare you look down on Qingyun Ranking Sixteen, a young monk with no meridians?"

Yuanqiu slandered, a little funny, saw many disciples looking at him, thought for a while, and pondered: "The Jianghu is very big, there are countless masters, and those who can make it to the Qingyun list are mostly young arrogance, from the younger generation. stand out.

But in Jianghu, there are not only young people. Think about it, just like me, who was not on the Qingyun list, and among the Shaolin Yuanzi generation, my strength can only be regarded as average.

But it is still very easy for me to deal with a few juniors.

That Song benefactor ranked sixteenth on the Qingyun list, he must be the best among the younger generation, but in the whole Jianghu, there are more than just the younger generation...

In addition, in the arena, strength alone is not enough, and one more sentence should be remembered: You must not have the heart to harm others, and you must not have the heart to guard against others. "

"Then what kind of strength can be rampant?" Xiao Xun asked again.

Yuanqiu said with a smile: "You can ask Master Uncle about this, you have to tell Master Uncle first, what kind of rampant rivers and lakes you imagined."

Most of the monks looked at Xiao Xun.

Xiao Xun pondered and said: "Quiet, you can sit and watch the clouds roll in and relax;

Hearing this, Xuanji, who had been meditating with her eyes closed, couldn't help opening them.

Most of the Shaolin disciples' minds were filled with the scene of rampant rivers and lakes described by Xiao Xun, and they couldn't help yearning for it.

"Hehe~, there are not many people in the world who can do the kind of 'running around the rivers and lakes' you mentioned."

Yuanqiu chuckled, thought about it seriously, and said, "That requires at least the strength of the ninth rank."

"Ninth grade?" Xiao Xun took a peek at You Xuanji, and asked in a low voice, "Is Master Xuanji's uncle a ninth grade?"

Chapter 76 Because I Eat Too Many Pills

"Cough cough..."

Yuanqiu coughed dryly, glared at Xiao Xun, and said in an angry low voice, "Want to know? Ask yourself." Xiao Xun laughed, guessing that there should not be one.

If there is, Yuanqiu will definitely flatter him.

Of course, it's also possible that Yuanqiu didn't even know there was one.

The night is getting darker.

Everyone gradually couldn't sit still.

Xiao Xun, who was exhaling and meditating, suddenly felt something was wrong with the air he inhaled, as if it was damp.

Opening his eyes, he glanced around and found a thin fog rising around him~. "Is it fog?"

Xiao Xun closed his eyes again and listened attentively to the surroundings.

The breathing and heartbeat of the monks around me came clearly to my ears.

Other than that, there was silence between heaven and earth. "It's not right!" Xiao Xun frowned slightly.

So quiet!

Unusually quiet.

The fog thickened.

Xuan Ji slowly opened his eyes and scanned the front. "Be careful, this fog is not normal." Xuan Ji said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, all the monks opened their eyes one after another, alerting their surroundings.

As Xuanji's voice fell, the surrounding mist rolled faintly and became thicker. "Jie Jie Jie, the old bald donkey is sharp, but it's a pity that he's still one step too late." A sinister laughter sounded from all directions.

"Amitabha." Xuanji's eyelids were half down, and he uttered the Buddha's name, the sound resounded in all directions, and the sound waves spread in all directions like ripples in the water.

Xiao Xun picked up the eyebrow-aligning stick beside him, looked at all directions, and listened to all directions.

"Jie Jie Jie, old bald donkey, with your knowledge, you should know what kind of fog this is, right?" The sinister laughter sounded again.

"The next day, the setting sun and fog." Xuanji whispered, his eyes flashed a little dignified, and his voice seemed compassionate but indifferent, "As far as I know, only Mo Tongtian, the sand king of Beimo, knows how to perform this technique."

"Since you know the name of my ancestor, then obediently hand over the Great Repayment Pill!" The sinister voice sounded again.

"Come here for the Great Redemption?"

Xiao Xun couldn't calm down.

Before, I thought that Master Xuan Chi's uncle was just worrying about others, but now it seems that someone is really trying to get Shaolin to return the alchemy.

Moreover, how did this person know that Shaolin has the Great Return Pill?

"If you want to repay the pill, you can get it yourself." Xuanji said indifferently, clasping his hands together, a golden light flooded from his body.

The golden light dispersed, dispelling the mist, and the monks seemed to be bathed in the golden light, isolated from the mist.

"Is this the universal light of Buddha?"

The voice of Beimo Shawang Motongtian trembled slightly.

"Buddha's light shines everywhere?"

Xiao Xun was surprised, he had never heard of this martial art.

"Amitabha." Xuanji uttered the Buddha's name, and said, "The almsgiver will leave now, and the old monk will pretend that this has never happened."

"Hmph, you underestimate me, Patriarch." Mo Tongtian snorted coldly, and the surrounding fog rolled up.

Whoosh!

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and a white mist needle attacked Xuanji's place.

This fog needle pierced through the golden light and stopped a foot in front of Xuan Ji, unable to move forward any further.

At the same time, Xuanji moved his right hand lightly, and a withered yellow leaf twirled between his fingers.