Jiumozhi came to the door in a big way.
He smiled and said, "Amitabha, two little masters, is this Shaolin Temple?"
Zhou Hao wanted to roll his eyes, are you blind? Don’t tell me to come to the Central Plains to grab the secret book of martial arts, but I don’t know Chinese characters!
A young monk clasped his hands and said, "Master, this is Shaolin Temple, but the side door here does not receive foreign guests. Please move to the main entrance."
Jiumozhi smiled and said, "Hehe, it's just Shaolin Temple..."
He said as he suddenly shot two young monks out of sight.
Then he looked at the words on the plaque with disdain and said, "Shaolin Temple? Haha, no one will know soon."
It is fake for Khitan warriors to seize secret books, and it is absolutely true that this Tubo national master wants to seize secret books.
Maybe Murong Bo’s plan came from the idea of ​​this Master Jiumozhi.
Soon the big bell of Shaolin Temple rang, summoning all the monks.
Jiumozhi knew that tomorrow would be a martial arts conference, so he chose to go to the mountains today.
I am afraid of being attacked by the Central Plains martial arts, and there will be many people he fears to participate tomorrow.
Zhou Hao followed him from behind with interest and walked in from afar.
......
Tomorrow is the martial arts conference, and today there are only people from far away to the world.
The bell rings and shows that something happened in Shaolin Temple. They can't help but watch the fun everywhere at this moment.
Zhou Hao is the most active in watching the fun.
Before the monks of Shaolin Temple gathered, Zhou Hao arrived early.
He stood with his hands under a tree in the distance, without saying hello to anyone.
All the monks hurried over him, as if no one saw him.
He is not invisible, but just integrates with the nearby environment.
Everyone will subconsciously ignore him.
But as long as he does anything that attracts attention, he will be discovered.
Jiumozhi sat cross-legged on a stone, and behind him was a stone wall.
There is a huge Buddha character written on the stone wall, and the color is already old.
The monks from Shaolin Temple soon gathered here.
Of course, all the monks from various halls came, and Zhou Hao saw Xu Zhu in it.
He never broke the precepts and was still the little monk of Mumuna, so he would not be punished by Shaolin Temple.
All those who are still alive in the Xuan generation have been moved.
Jiumozhi underestimated Shaolin Temple too much. Even if a person from the Xuan generation cannot beat him, he would not be able to beat him to death when he went to the scene together.
Besides, Xuanci’s martial arts cannot be underestimated.
But twenty years ago, it was a bit bad.
So many people can't beat Xiao Yuanshan.
So Xiao Yuanshan is still powerful.
Xuan Ci chanted the Buddha's name and was about to speak.
Jiumozhi opened his eyes suddenly, and the divine light shot out.
Xuanci was secretly shocked, with such pure skills.
"The great masters of India and the eminent monks from the Middle Earth gathered in Shaolin to talk about martial arts. This is a prosperous era. I wonder if the young monk can be an uninvited guest?"
Xuanci raised his hand and said, "The master is here, my temple is very honored!"
Jiumozhi stood up and raised his palm and said lightly: "Tubo Mountain monk Jiumozhi, see the Shaolin Abbot."
Xuanci then clasped his hands together and bowed, "The national master came to Shaolin in person, I have missed the welcome."
"I just don't know why the national master injured my monk in the temple?"
Jiumozhi smiled and said, "I didn't hurt them, I just knocked them out. The little monk heard that the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple may not be able to master each of them. I think this is a bad word."
Xuan Ji twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand and said loudly: "From the national master's meaning, can anyone in the world be proficient in the seventy-two unique skills of my school?"
"That's right!" Jiumozhi said proudly.
Xuan Ji smiled: "So, the national teacher, who is the great hero you are talking about?"
Jiumozhi: "I really don't dare to be a great hero, it's just me."
The monks' expressions changed slightly. The secret of Shaolin Temple was not passed down, and the great monk actually said he could!
Xuansheng said with a gloomy face: "Master, you are not a member of Shaolin Temple. The Maha Finger among these 72 unique skills, and the Prajna Palm and Vajra Fist are never passed down. How can the Master learn it?"
Jiumozhi: "The little monk dared not speak wildly, so he asked Master Xuansheng for advice."
In fact, there are more than these three secrets of Shaolin Temple, but Xuansheng is good at these three unique skills.
As soon as Jiumozhi finished speaking, he took off and took the big incense burner in the middle of the yard to perform three unique skills.
Zhou Hao could see at a glance that Jiumozhi was using Xiaoxiangong to simulate these three unique skills.
However, Jiumozhi is well-informed, and he must have seen others imitate it.
Zhou Hao has never studied Shaolin's unique skills, so even if he is young, Wuxianggong cannot imitate it.
No one could recognize the people on the scene.
The monks of the Xuan generation looked extremely ugly. In their opinion, the skills of Shaolin Temple were not only leaked.
Moreover, they practice better than the monks of their sect.
Seeing that he was shocked by the monks, Jiumozhi said proudly: "The little monk is not practicing well, so please give me some advice,"
Xuansheng said a little ashamed: "The national teacher is too humble."
Xuan Ci sighed: "There are people outside of people and there is heaven beyond the sky. Compared with the martial arts of the national teacher, it is really not worth mentioning!"
Jiumozhi smiled and said, "Why should Master Abbot be so humble?"
Xuan Ci: "Shaolin martial arts are profound and profound, so we must practice diligently, Amitabha..."
Zhou Hao was speechless, Shaolin Temple admitted defeat?
"Haha, it's really interesting!" Zhou Hao smiled.
His voice was not loud but it appeared in the ears of everyone present.
When Jiumozhi saw Zhou Hao, his face changed and said, "Marquis Shenwu, is he going to help Shaolin Temple stand out?"
Zhou Hao jumped up and flew to the field lightly.
"Ah, what a light skill!"
At this time, there were already many people from the martial arts world in Shaolin Temple. No one looked at the mountain gate, and everyone came in to watch the fun.
Jiumozhi knew the relationship between Gu Qianfan and Xiao Feng, so he unscrupulously asked for trouble at Shaolin Temple.
Because he knew that neither Xiao Feng nor Gu Qianfan would help Shaolin Temple.
The Duan family in Dali has a good relationship with Shaolin Temple, so they will definitely help.
But Jiumozhi didn't take Dali Duan seriously at all.
As for Nan Murong, haha, if you don’t say that Murong’s name is not worthy of it.
Even if it deserves its reputation, it will not help Shaolin Temple, or even help him.
Because the Murong family also needs seventy-two unique skills.
Zhou Hao: "Help? No, I'm just curious. When Shaolin Temple received a message from Murong Bo, it said that the Khitans came to grab the 72 unique skills of Shaolin. Shaolin Temple made a big move and went outside Yanmen Pass to intercept and kill a couple who took their family back to their parents' home. With such a powerful execution, Abbot Xuanci, tell me, the Tubo national master got the secret of Shaolin Temple that you shouldn't take it back?"
Boom! Many people in the martial arts world were in an uproar.
Did Shaolin Temple actually do such a thing?
People in the world only know that Qiao Feng killed his master and adopted parents, but they don’t know why a Khitan grew up in the Song Dynasty.
Xuanci watched as the Shaolin Temple's people grew bigger and bigger, and even female relatives walked in.
Chapter completed!