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This four old monks, dressed in gray monk's robes, with a withered face, have been halfway into the ground, walking slowly, carefully, for fear of falling down if they take one step.

When they came to the main hall, Fahua, who was sitting in front of the reclining Buddha statue, hurriedly got up and titheed: "The four senior uncles, the disciples are incompetent, and they want to alarm the senior uncle Qingxiu!"

More than ten other old monks got up one after another, tithes, and their expressions were gloomy, and there were also a few monks who were calm and comfortable, and their honor and disgrace were not in their hearts.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" The rightmost old monk among the four people moved the Buddha beads and spoke slowly.

His voice was rough, as if he had been burned by fire, sluggish and difficult.

The size of the dragon's eye of the Buddha bead, the purple light is shining, and you can know the extraordinary thing at a glance.

He said slowly: "Fahua, the master came to the door, opened my eyes, and increased my humble heart, isn't it food?"

His voice was difficult, and the people listening couldn't help but feel sorry for him and anxious.

His body is thin and short, like a gust of wind can blow away, his face is like a pine core, wrinkled, very ugly, a pair of eyes seem to be closed, as if they are not open, and occasionally there is a trace of clear divine light, which is not to be underestimated.

It is like a pearl of the night covered by cloth, and occasionally it is flirted, and the light leaks out.

"Yes, Uncle Wuxiang, the disciple is taught!" The abbot of Fahua tithes, his expression was solemn, and the treasure was solemn.

He turned to Xiao Yuesheng and saluted: "Lord Xiao, the great nirvana palm of our temple is mysterious, and the old man's qualifications are limited, so he has not been able to cultivate." ”

Xiao Yuesheng raised her eyebrows and looked surprised.

It doesn't seem to be difficult to cultivate the Great Nirvana Palm by yourself, it is very easy to get started, and you can get started quickly, and with the refinement of the internal force, the power is getting up and down more and more.

Immediately, his heart suddenly dawned. The Great Nirvana Palm is such a peerless learning, and it should be equipped with a unique set of internal cultivation methods.

Only the internal force cultivated by this set of mental methods can promote the Great Nirvana Palm to its maximum power, otherwise, it will be in vain.

The internal force of their own cultivation is refined to pure, and then there is the purification of the Yi Jin Sutra, the Yi Jin Sutra is the Shaolin Town Temple, created by the Bodhidharma ancestor, and can control all the martial arts of Buddhism in the world.

The Yi Jin Sutra urges the Great Nirvana Palm, although it is not as good as its unique internal force, but it is not far behind.

He nodded secretly, it is difficult to get started with the Yijin Sutra, and it can be seen that no one in Shaolin has practiced it for hundreds of years, so it can be seen that it is average.

In the world, the more powerful the peerless learning, the more difficult it is to cultivate, it is the way of heaven, the Great Nirvana Palm is so powerful, it is similar to the Six-Vein Divine Sword, and the difficulty is also similar to the Six-Vein Divine Sword.

For hundreds of years, below the people who created the Six-Vein Divine Sword, only Duan Yu cultivated with himself, which shows the difficulty of practicing the Six-Vein Divine Sword.

Fahua stretched out his hand towards the old monk and said slowly: "This is the old uncle, the Dharma name is Wuxiang, and the cultivation of the Great Nirvana is successful. ”

"Lao Na has no appearance, and I have seen Lord Xiao. The old monk held the Buddha beads in one hand, put his thin hands together, and bowed slowly to Xiao Yuesheng, and his voice was slow: "Lord Xiao Shi bears the internal force of my Buddhism, I don't know if he is a disciple of Shaolin in the Central Plains, or a disciple of Qingliang Temple?"

His eyes still seemed to be closed, as if they were not open, and occasionally there was a glimmer of clarity.

Xiao Yuesheng laughed, and put his hands together in a tithe: "Master Wuxiang has good eyesight, and he has a little bit of easy tendon and skin, but he is not a disciple of Buddhism." ”

The monks suddenly moved, like a breeze blowing through the woods, the treetops swayed slightly, and then returned to silence, but the breath in the hall surged, and it was not calm.

This is a mysterious and mysterious feeling, and it is difficult for those who are not sensitive to the spirit to understand it.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" the old monk clasped his hands together and sighed in his sluggish and difficult voice: "Shaolin's Yijin Sutra has a successor, congratulations, it is really a great fortune for my Buddhism!"

He said to Xiao Yuesheng: "Xiao Shi has cultivated the Yijin Sutra, presumably the Dharma is profound and has great wisdom!

Xiao Yuesheng clasped his hands together and said with a slight smile: "I hit by mistake, but I am ashamed not to rely on any wisdom and Buddhism." ”

The old monk smiled a little, his wrinkled face seemed to be a chrysanthemum blooming, unspeakably ugly, his eyes that seemed to be closed suddenly opened, and the light of Zhanzhan skyrocketed.

The hall is lit up, like several cow candles at the same time, illuminating the faces of the monks, the eyebrows are all visible, the golden light of the Buddha is flashing, gorgeous and solemn.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" everyone announced the Buddha number, loud as a bell, the Buddha number actually contained tragedy, dozens of eyes illuminated Xiao Yuesheng.

The hall buzzed like a giant bell, and the aftermath was endless.

The windows shook and drooped.

Xiao Yuesheng frowned, his face sank, every Buddha horn contained deep internal force, gathered together, like a raging wind and waves raging in the hall, in it, his skill was slightly weaker and he was shocked to death.

He stood with his hands in his hands, his green shirt fluttering, his eyes slowly swept over the monks, as if he was smiling, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was sarcastic, as if he was mocking.

A clear light flashed in his eyes, and the Taiqing Yuxia Purple Reflection was launched, sweeping everyone's minds, and he suddenly realized, his face was relieved, and he shook his head and sighed.

"Uncle Wuxiang, you ......" Fahua got up, his expression was sad, and he looked at the old monk Wuxiang.

The eyes of the old monk are bright, like clear spring water reflecting the noon sun, bright and soft, not scorching.

Inexplicable changes have taken place in his body, his figure seems to be much taller, his face is gradually plump, like steamed buns fermenting, his wrinkled skin is gradually bulging, and the wrinkles are dissipating one by one, getting younger and younger, as if time has gone back to him.

The voice of the old monk suddenly became clear, mellow and beautiful: "After decades of penance, what I am waiting for is today, Master Fahua's nephew, don't be too persistent!"

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Fahua put his hands together, proclaimed a long Buddha horn, his voice trembled, sighed, bowed his head: "The disciple is incompetent......”

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and sighed secretly.

Even though the two of them were defeated just now, Fahua was still calm and calm, speaking calmly and calmly, but now he lost his temper.

After a while, the old monk has become more than forty years old, his face is like a full moon, and his face is full of red light, but he is a beautiful man.

Although he was short in stature, he was dignified, not angry and arrogant, and said lightly: "Okay, don't be a child anymore and make Lord Xiao laugh." ”

"Yes......" Fahua sighed lowly, turned his head to look at Xiao Yuesheng, his expression was solemn, and he said coldly: "Uncle Wuxiang has cultivated the Pure Heart Mantra, and he has not opened his eyes for thirty years, and he is about to become a great success...... Lord Xiao Shi, if you are better than Uncle Wuxiang, my Jiaye Rulai Temple will be closed for thirty years from now on!"

He broke Xiao Yuesheng's intentions with one word.

Xiao Yuesheng secretly screamed, his heart was full of pride, and he laughed loudly: "Abbot Fahua is so courageous!"

He laughed and looked solemn: "I have a discussion, the four senior monks can go together, if I am lucky to win, I want to see the scrolls of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of your temple!"

The monks suddenly moved, looked at each other, and made eye contact.

Fahua Shuang shrugged his eyebrows, and turned his eyes to look at the old monk without appearance, his expression was solemn, his majesty was profound, and he slowly moved the Buddha beads, with a sense of heaven and earth, and only self-respecting.

Xiao Yuesheng said again: "Closing the temple, ten years is enough, and after ten years, you can send the master of your temple to find me,...... If you can beat me, your temple will be reopened, and if you can't win it, then you will close the temple for another ten years, and so on, abbot Fahua, how about it?"

Fahua looked at him without a look, pondered for a moment, looked left and right, and slowly swept towards the faces of the monks.

They have different expressions, such as eagerness, expressionlessness, shaking their heads and sighing, or suppressing their anger.

"The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of our temple has actually entered the eyes of Lord Xiao Shi!" Fahua smiled faintly, his eyes were solemn, and he stared at Xiao Yuesheng.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled and spat out words like beads: "If I lose, I will devote myself to the Jiaye Rulai Temple and be a sprinkler and sweeper!"

"That's it, a word is a certainty!" Fahua's face turned grim and his hands were folded.

"A word is a certainty!" Xiao Yuesheng nodded with a smile.

"Master Xiao, how about we go out and compete?" asked the old monk Wuxiang.

Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "The guest is as you please, the master invites ——!"

The old monk turned around and stepped out of the main hall, and the other three old monks followed closely behind him, walking slowly, but not falling at all.

Fahua and more than a dozen monks also came out and came to the wide flat ground in front of the main hall.

The green bricks are paved, smooth and clean, stepping on it is not soft or hard, such a place is the most suitable for practice, if it is too hard, when jumping, it will damage itself, especially the heel vibration, which will shock the brain.

Xiao Yuesheng stood at the west head, the four old monks from Wuxiang stood at the east head, and more than a dozen monks from Fahua stood at the north head, just in the middle of the people on both sides, facing the south and facing the north.

"Lao Na's Great Nirvana Palm is not deep, please advise!" The old monk said in a deep voice, his voice was clear, but it went straight to the sky, and there was a tendency for the stone to burst away.

The three monks behind him jumped and stood behind him, lined up in front and back, each stretched out his palm, and put his palms on the vest of the person in front of him.

Xiao Yuesheng's expression was solemn, as soon as they got started, they combined their skills, obviously to take down themselves directly.

The old monk stood in front, facing Xiao Yuesheng, the three monks behind him penetrated the power and injected it directly into him, the four of them have been together for decades, full of tacit understanding, and the cultivation is the same as the Great Nirvana palm, and the internal force is the same, so the internal force of the four people can be concentrated on one person.

The key point is that there is no phase and no monk to cultivate the mantra of purification, which is inexplicable, and with a remote sense, you can clearly feel the power of the great nirvana.

As soon as the palms behind him touched him, his eyebrows suddenly fluttered, the gray monk's robe swelled, like an inflated ball, his eyes were bright, like substance, and as soon as he touched it, it was like two swords stabbing straight in, burning his eyes.

Xiao Yuesheng squinted his eyes slightly, watching his internal force change little by little, like the water of a river pouring into the sea, mighty, galloping like a dragon, and the momentum was amazing.

Just by visual inspection, Xiao Yuesheng felt that these four people worked together, and they had the potential to catch up with him, and they were really worthy of the old monster, and they had cultivated to such a deep internal force.

His internal strength is easy to obtain, he only needs to absorb the internal strength of others and return it to his own use, such as a hundred rivers in the sea, so there is such a deep inner harmony.

And these four old monks should have been cultivated by themselves, and they have practiced so deeply that they can't help but make him admire and sigh to themselves.

"Master Xiao, be careful!" the old monk of Wuxiang drank in a deep voice, raised his right palm, and slowly pushed it out.

The robes of all the monks and monks present fluttered up, like a strong wind blowing, and a mighty internal force poured out, enveloping Xiao Yuesheng.

Xiao Yuesheng's figure flickered, floating out of two feet, avoiding the shroud of palm power, his left hand was raised, and his thumb pressed hard, like pressing an iron nail on the wall。

"Snort——!" The invisible sword qi broke out of his fingers, slashed violently, broke through the air, and shot towards the chest of the old monk without a phase.

As far as the surrounding monks saw, a long horizontal streak appeared in the air, slowly rippling and spreading, like a small boat rowing on the lake.

This sword, Xiao Yuesheng could have been silent, but he could feel that the sword qi could not hide from the old monk of Wuxiang, and the surname Suo was no longer hidden, and he won with internal strength.

There was a soft sound, as if a small pebble was thrown into a deep well.

The robes of the surrounding monks are fluttering, as if in the event of a strong wind.

Xiao Yuesheng is not a refuge of Wuxia Ameng, the internal force is extremely pure, and the Northern Shengong and Yijin Sutra are double purified, day and night.

Its internal force is turned into sword qi, and the sword qi is invincible, like a sword that sharpens iron like clay, and a sword pierces the great nirvana palm of the old monk.

The old monk did not move, his right palm was pushed out, and his movements were slow.

"Sneering ——!" is like the tearing of cloth, and like the sound of swords rubbing.

The left palm of the old monk of Wuxiang was pushed out again, and both palms were pushed towards Xiao Yuesheng at the same time, blocking the sword qi.

Xiao Yuesheng's left hand trembled, he felt the huge elastic force, he withdrew his thumb, his little finger pointed out again, the sword qi broke out of his fingers, and the whistling sound was faint and inaudible.

The old monk of Wuxiang retracted his right palm, and then pushed, and another palm power poured out, fusing with the palm power that had not dissipated before, and rushed straight to Xiao Yuesheng.

The Great Nirvana Palm is the town temple of the Buddha Leaf Rulai Temple, and the cultivation is difficult, and the natural mystery is abnormal.

The palm force goes out to form a huge palm, which is varied, and can be dispersed into several strands, such as the five fingers of a person, and can be fused into a ball, such as a fist, and can also dissolve the internal force of others, such as boiling water poured on the snow.

(To be continued)