Chapter 27: Come here to seek the indestructible power of Vajra
Putian worshiped the mountain, and in an instant, the entire Shaolin Temple was moved by the wind.
The disciples of the Xuan generation stood up one after another, and the older faces couldn't help showing a look of shock and anger.
On the other side of the Luohan Hall, the lay disciples also had angry faces. They picked up their weapons and rushed out of the mountain gate.
Worshiping a mountain is equal to a challenge.
Tian Jian and others naturally couldn't sit still.
Having already paid homage to the mountain, it is obviously impossible to invite him to the Main Hall or something like that.
Immediately, Tian saw several people standing up and heading out of the mountain gate.
Soon, a large number of people gathered in front of the Shaolin Temple gate.
"Amitabha!"
With a shout of Buddha's name, Abbot Tianjian walked out, and his eyes fell directly on the long-known master, whom he met for the first time, and whose personality was completely inconsistent with the rumors.
Before he could speak, Master Kuxin, who had been silent for a long time, raised his head and said: "Kuxin has only one purpose here. He is here to seek the indestructible power of Vajra. He only wants to teach it to my disciple Chengkong. The poor monk guarantees that this skill can only be used by my disciples."
Learn it, don’t teach it to others.”
"Be bold!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the monk Tianxing who came out became angry.
He was in charge of the Discipline Academy and had a rather fiery personality. When ordinary disciples saw him, they would not dare to express their anger.
The magical power of Vajra Indestructibility is the core of the Songshan Shaolin Sect and is one of the four great miraculous powers. It is the most powerful martial art except the Yi Jin Jing. How could it be passed on to outsiders?
Abbot Tian Jian clasped his hands together and said, "Master Kuxin, I'm sorry, but I can't agree to your request. This skill is my Songshan Shaolin Zhensect's skill. It cannot be read unless it is the first one."
Tian Xing did not have such a good temper and said angrily: "Thank you for your hard work. You are also an eminent monk. Putian Shaolin also has inherited Kung Fu. Among other things, the Shaoyang Boy Kung Fu is a first-class Kung Fu. If anyone comes to ask for it,
Take it, will you give it?"
Monk Kuxin said: "If Songshan is willing, the poor monk is willing to exchange my Putian Shaoyang boy's skill for the Vajra Indestructible Magic, and the previous conditions remain unchanged. Except for my disciples, I will not teach it to anyone else."
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but be startled.
Putian is no better than Songshan.
There are not many top-level inheritances there, and Shaoyang Tongzi Kung Fu is definitely the top one in the sect, the same as Shaolin Yi Jin Jing.
Abbot Tianjian said directly: "Amitabha, the poor monk has understood the intention of Master Kuxin. If it is something else, even if it is not changed, it is still necessary to pass it on as your disciple. The Vajra Indestructible Magic Skill Master Sect has already established rules, and it cannot be read unless it is the first one.
You can’t learn unless you are the leader.”
Monk Wu Xin nodded: "Xin Xin worships the mountain."
After the words fell, a young man in white monk robes came out, "Putian Shaolin Temple, Chengkong, a disciple of Chengzi generation, please enlighten me!"
Disciples of the generation of Cheng Zi...
Songshan Putian has different names.
This side of Songshan Mountain is Ling, Tian and Xuan.
And Putian, smell, bitter, inherit.
Chengkong..., that is to say, the white-robed Buddha who is quite famous in the world nowadays.
Tian Jian and others' eyes narrowed, and their expressions became serious.
The painstaking efforts to worship the mountain were beyond their expectations, and the purpose was even more unimaginable.
And this challenging disciple makes them feel even more troublesome. The disciples of the Chengzi generation, the Shaolin Temple can only exclude the Xuanzi generation.
There are three generations of the Xuan generation.
The largest session was 1789.
The middle term is thirteen, forty-five.
The youngest class has just started.
As for Xuancheng and the others, they were just in the middle class and had not yet grown up.
"Arrogant, I'll meet you!"
Now that the mountain gate has been sealed, there is naturally no way out.
He was a lay disciple who had been in Songshan for five years and was a very powerful person among the lay disciples.
He learned Kung Fu from Shaolin Temple's outsider Heng Fu Tie Bu Shi. His body was huge and his muscles were as strong as iron. Just standing up gave everyone an unspeakable sense of oppression.
drink!
A low cry, like a thunderous explosion, takes people's breath away.
Once you get on the field, you go all out.
He was originally a son of a good family. After his family was forced to die by officials, he fled his hometown to avenge his death. By coincidence, he came to Songshan and became a Shaolin lay disciple.
He once gave a prohibition on killing, but his character is no better than that of ordinary monks.
The iron fist was raised and struck directly at Chengkong who was challenging him. With his figure, speed, and power, even the bluestone would probably be shattered if he hit it.
However, facing the opponent's fist, the Buddhist man in white remained motionless and allowed the terrifying fist to fall on his chest.
Bang!
The sound was like a stone falling into the sea, and it didn't stir up any waves.
The man was startled, with a look of disbelief on his face.
The white-clothed Buddha raised his head, with no unnecessary changes on his calm face, and reached out to grab the fist in front of his chest.
Give it a gentle squeeze.
Crack!
With a sound, the iron fist that was supposed to be extremely hard shattered like tofu at this moment.
ah!
With a scream, the lay disciple fell to his knees with a pale face, and the severe pain from his arm instantly took away all his strength.
The Buddhist disciple in white raised his right hand, and in the midst of everyone's astonished gazes, he swiped his palm at the lay disciple.
Boom!
The man, who was nearly two meters tall and weighed more than two hundred kilograms, flew up like confetti and fell out.
"Asshole!!!"
Facing this scene, the hearts of Monk Tianxing and others exploded.
Even the power of protecting the body cannot be broken, so naturally he loses. That pinch is no longer necessary, let alone the subsequent palm.
Abbot Tianjian took a breath and declared the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!" There was a tremor in his voice, showing the unrest in his heart.
"That's too much!"
The disciple of Xuan generation could not bear it any longer.
Although lay disciples are different from ordained monks like them, they are not strangers.
Especially the lay disciple who took action was actually preparing to be ordained and become a monk, which meant that we would all be officially senior brothers in the near future.
Humans are social animals. After five years of life, why do we have so few friends?
"Xuan Xin, please advise!"
A monk who was eighteen or nineteen years old came out, his aura was strong, his eyes were refined, and his strength was extremely extraordinary.
Xuan Xin, the first disciple of the Xuan generation in Shaolin Temple, is not bad in strength and is also a genius disciple of that generation. He also practices the powerful Vajra Palm, but he is not as good as Xuan Cheng and Xuan Ci. However, he has only practiced this technique, Vajra Palm, for ten years.
The power is amazing.
Not being a lay disciple, the Buddhist disciple in white showed a rare serious look in his eyes.
Gaiden and true biography, those are two concepts, I still understand this.
Shaolin Temple lay disciples basically only practice martial arts, and rarely involve gong. After all, it only takes one year for lay disciples to enter the third gate, and they will leave the mountain in three years at most. As for gong, except for a few geniuses, just getting started requires
It takes three to five years to achieve certain results, but it takes seven or eight years of hard work.
Therefore, if you just go up the mountain for a short time, you will not be able to learn the exercises.
After all, the Shaolin Temple's martial arts are extremely overbearing, and those with poor character can easily go astray in their practice.
With his hands outstretched, he might be physically stronger than the lay disciple who had to be quickly carried in and sent for treatment, but his power was even greater.
With the powerful Vajra Palm, the unparalleled Vajra Power begins to show.
In the crowd, Xuanci and others couldn't help but take a breath at this moment. Even if they were geniuses, after all, they only had too little time to practice, so naturally they couldn't compare to Xuanxin on the field.
Immediately, he couldn't help shouting: "Brother, come on!"
In the field, facing the advanced level of Shaolin Temple's unique skills, the white-clothed Buddha took a deep breath and took a stance.
"Taizu Changquan, please!"
His pupils shrank, not only Xuan Xin, but also most of the Songshan Shaolin Temple disciples' expressions changed at this moment.
It cannot be said that Taizu Changquan is not famous. After all, it was created by the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, so it certainly has a reputation. However, it is a boxing technique, not a boxing method. That is not to say that it is looked down upon. Its concept is completely different from Jianghu Kung Fu.
, after all, the person who created this boxing technique did not know internal strength.
"How brave!"
Putian Shaolin Temple is not without martial arts.
But he chose to use Taizu Changquan. It was obvious that the white-clothed Buddha didn't think highly of him at all. Even though he had practiced Buddhism for more than ten years, he couldn't help but break his guard at this moment.
The Vajra power gathers in both palms, and the first move is a heavy move.
Crouching star and crouching tiger!
This move has two main points.
Squat once and then lie down.
Although it sounds simple, there are many ways inside, and if you don't use them well, you won't be able to exert your power, but your own momentum will be messed up.
It's ready to use. As soon as he made progress, Xuan Xin made no unnecessary movements. As soon as he squatted down, terrible power suddenly burst out. With both hands, he was able to subdue the tiger.
The white-clothed Buddhist didn't show any signs of panic. He moved his steps. When Xuan Xin was half-way using Xuan Xin's moves, he stepped forward and used a single whip. He used his steps to destroy his lower body and attacked with his whip fist.
Xuanxin couldn't help but panic when he saw it. The strength he had accumulated from squatting suddenly dissipated. However, after all, he had been practicing martial arts for more than ten years, so he still had experience.
Pull as hard as you can, retreat to gain distance, and at the same time, directly shoot out with both palms in the half position of Fuhu.
The expression of the Buddha in white remains unchanged, his single whip is turned halfway, and the seven stars are advancing.
In an instant, the fists were like rain, and before Xuan Xin's palm came out, he struck fast and slow. In an instant, seven or eight punches fell on Xuan Xin at the same time. Although they were fast strikes, the white-clothed Buddha's fists were not messy.
Each punch went straight to Xuanxin's key point. When the punch fell, all the energy in Xuanxin's body was dispersed.
Ghost kick!
Before Xuanxin could retreat, Buddha in white stepped between his legs, kicked out three legs in an instant, and kicked Xuanxin directly under his knees.
Click!
Along with the sound of bone cracking, the Buddha in white punched again, the Cruciatus Fist.
Boom!
When she came to her senses, Xuan Xin only had time to let out a miserable groan, and was knocked upside down and fell into the crowd.
"Senior Brother Xuanxin!!!"
With a scream, the Xuan generation disciple couldn't help but panic.
"So poisonous!"
However, upon closer inspection, everyone's expressions changed. Xuanxin's legs were hanging unnaturally to one side, and her chest was even more slumped. Fist marks were visible, and her face was like gold paper.
There is no doubt that the other party was intent on killing people.
Facing the extremely angry eyes of everyone, the white-clothed Buddha remained calm. He glanced at everyone calmly and said, "Amitabha, is this the highest level for disciples of the Xuan generation? If that's the case, it would be very disappointing.
The so-called century-old temple and righteous leader are nothing more than this!"
With just such a sentence, the people who were already furious suddenly became filled with smoke.
Xuanci immediately exploded and jumped out, his face full of anger.
"Amitabha, damn you bastard, Maitreya laughs too much and forgets that my Buddha has fire!!!"