Abbot Xuanci was also quite dumbfounded. He shook his head and was about to speak when a voice suddenly sounded from behind him, "Li Mochou committed a major crime in the East China Sea. The evidence is conclusive. I originally made an appointment to go to the Shaolin Temple today to give an explanation, but I didn't expect it."
Become a coward."
"And that Murong Fu, he was the one who protected Li Mochou that day. It was for his sake that my master let the devil go. I didn't expect that the dignified Murong Fu protected Li Mochou indiscriminately. It's really shocking
Teeth are cold."
"Be bold!"
"presumptuous!"
Before the man finished speaking, several fierce auras rose up from the Murong family, pressing towards the Shaolin Temple.
Xuanci frowned slightly and raised his sleeves to brush away the aura, but to his surprise, these auras seemed ordinary, but they concealed an overwhelming power.
He was caught off guard and almost lost his balance and was thrown out. Fortunately, several senior Xuan brothers behind him took action in time to save him from making a fool of himself in front of others.
Abbot Xuanci took a deep breath, glanced at the women in the Murong family, and said, "Amitabha, my disciple's words were inappropriate. I didn't mean to offend you. Please calm down."
When he said this, Xiao Zhao and the other girls couldn't continue to pursue anything. Hong Lingbo breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment, Lu Wushuang swayed, jumped to the middle of the field, and said with a smile, "Which master just insulted me?"
Teacher, please stand up."
"Junior sister..." Hong Lingbo was shocked and wanted to speak to dissuade her, but Lu Wushuang turned around and glared at her. She couldn't help but be speechless. Then she remembered that she was humiliated outside her home, so she just didn't ask for an explanation.
If he prevents Junior Sister from going, Li Mochou will feel uncomfortable afterwards.
Everyone in the venue looked at each other in confusion at first, and then a trace of amusement flashed in their eyes. Today is a martial arts conference. Everyone from all the sects here came with the idea of becoming famous. If they don’t see the real seal under their hands, how can they rely on just one mouth?
What?
At the seats in the Shaolin Temple, a trace of embarrassment flashed across the faces of the elders. It was not that they were afraid of Lu Wushuang. The Shaolin Temple naturally had the intention of establishing its power, but for such a delicate little girl, even if she won, it would not sound good to others.
"Young benefactor, please don't be aggressive. The abbot has already apologized. What else do you want?" an old monk asked.
"I don't want to do anything," Lu Wushuang raised her delicate little face and said in a very innocent tone, "I just want to beat to death the person who just insulted my master, or be beaten to death by him."
As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but want to laugh, but for some reason, they couldn't laugh. The old monk who just spoke was even more angry on his face, "You have no shame in speaking, poor monk..."
Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by a thin old monk next to him, "Junior Brother Xuandu, since this matter originated from Southern Shaolin, let the disciples of Southern Shaolin resolve it."
"Senior Brother Fang Zheng," Xuan Du immediately bowed and saluted, not daring to make any mistakes, "Senior Brother Fang Zheng, what are you talking about? The North and South Shaolin are from the same family, how can they talk about each other."
Master Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Huiming's practice is not enough, so he deserves to have such trouble with his words, so let him step in and resolve it on his own."
Hearing this, all the elders turned to look at a middle-aged monk, who was the one who made the rude remarks just now.
When Huiming saw all the elders looking at him, he couldn't help but feel guilty. In fact, he also felt a little regretful. He had seen Murong Fu's power that day with his own eyes, and thought he could succeed because of the presence of the elders and the fact that it was the Shaolin Temple's own territory.
After a few words of rhetoric, he didn't expect his abbot to push him out.
Master Fang Zheng always had a kind smile on his face, "Huiming, this matter started with you, so it's up to you to come forward. Don't hurt the female donor."
The abbot had already spoken, and Huiming naturally did not dare to refuse. He immediately stepped out of the queue and saluted Lu Wushuang, "I have seen the female donor. The young monk just made rude remarks, so I am here to apologize to the donor."
Lu Wushuang looked Huiming up and down and suddenly asked, "Have you ever eaten bear heart?"
Huiming was stunned and didn't react for a while. He looked frightened and said, "It's a sin, it's a sin. The young monk has never given the precepts on meat and fish. The female donor must not talk nonsense."
"Have you ever secretly eaten leopard gall?" Lu Wushuang blinked and asked again.
Huiming kept saying that he didn't dare.
Lu Wushuang shook her head with regret, "I thought you had three heads and six arms, and that you had the heart of a bear and the guts of a leopard. So, who gave you the guts to insult your master?"
Everyone found it interesting and burst into laughter. After Huiming reacted, his face turned red and white, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Please don't tease the young monk, otherwise you will not blame the young monk for being rude."
"Discourteous?" A trace of astonishment flashed across Lu Wushuang's face, and then he yelled in horror, "You said you wanted to molest me?"
Huiming was shocked, waved his hands, and said hurriedly, "Donor woman, don't get me wrong, the young monk didn't mean that."
When the elders of the Shaolin Temple saw this scene, they couldn't help but shake their heads secretly. Even Master Fang Zheng had a flash of disappointment in his eyes.
Buddhist disciples are famous throughout the world for their sharp insights into Zen. They use this to demonstrate the mysteries of Buddhism. To put it bluntly, it is just a war of words. However, Huiming loses his composure just because of a few words from the other party, which is really disrespectful to Buddhism.
Lu Wushuang's face suddenly turned cold, "You are a shameless and lewd monk. You have insulted your family teacher before. Today, the Japanese girl won't let you have a good memory. I will take your surname."
Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly jumped out. In the middle of the process, he flipped his wrist and grabbed Huiming's throat. Although he only used the Eagle Claw technique that is widely circulated in the world, its speed and momentum were so fast that the Eagle Claw was used.
The ruthless and decisive skills are displayed to the fullest, and are not weaker than some superior martial arts.
"Huiming, be careful!" Seeing that Huiming was still in a daze, a disciple from Southern Shaolin couldn't help but remind him.
Huiming realized it in an instant, feeling cold in his heart. He instinctively bowed his body and punched out with his fists. It was Shaolin Temple Demon-Suppressing Arhat Fist. This set of martial arts was the introductory martial arts of Shaolin Temple monks. It was ordinary, but
I don't know if he was extremely accomplished or if he used it instinctively out of desperation, it just happened to neutralize Lu Wushuang's Eagle Claw Technique.
Even so, he was still swept away by Lu Wushuang's fierce energy, with several scratches and blood stains on his chest.
"This female benefactor's inner strength is so good." The Shaolin Temple elder immediately saw that Lu Wushuang had deep inner strength.
Xuan Du also shook his head, "With Huiming's skill, he is definitely no match for her."
Lu Wushuang knocked back Huiming with one strike, and without waiting for Huiming to catch his breath, he changed his moves and used another "Leopard Tail Kick" move.
Huiming was staggering and could not dodge at all, but the power of Lu Wushuang's kick could easily break off Huiming's lower limbs even if it cost him his life.
"This girl has very evil thoughts." For a moment, everyone in the venue couldn't help but have such thoughts.
The faces of the monks in the Shaolin Temple changed slightly. Xuan Du rushed out without thinking. He reached out with his big hand in the air, as if it was stretched out of thin air. He grabbed Huiming's collar and lifted it up, barely avoiding Lu Wushuang.
The "leopard tail foot".
Lu Wushuang did not continue the attack. He stopped and looked at Xuandu doubtfully, "Old monk, what do you mean?"
Xuandu threw Huiming behind him and saluted with one hand, "Amitabha, please forgive me if you have to. Although Huiming made mistakes in the past, he has also been punished now. Please be kind to the female donor."
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"Humph!" Lu Wushuang's face suddenly turned cold, "Why don't I?"
"Then don't blame me for bullying the younger ones!"
If you get up, you won’t talk about seniors and juniors.
When Master Fang Zheng heard this, his expression changed slightly and he wanted to stop him, but Xuanci shook his head slightly, so Fang Zheng had no choice but to give up.
Lu Wushuang sneered, "I am afraid that you will say that I bully my elders with my youth!"
"You..." Xuan Du was slightly angry. Although he had already seen this girl's sharp tongue, but at this moment, he realized that it was normal for Huiming to lose perspective.
But before he could say anything, Lu Wushuang's figure turned into a white shadow, and the fierce attack was like a violent storm, coming in an instant.
Xuan Du's expression did not change at all, but instead a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He made a slight movement with the thumb and index finger of his left hand, raised his right hand, and flicked it several times. At the same time, several invisible energy spurted out.
The originally menacing Lu Wushuang suddenly slowed down and immediately stood up, barely able to avoid those few powerful forces.
"Pick your fingers!" Lu Wushuang said with a serious look on his face after landing.
Even though her attack just now was fierce, it was all a feint. If she had not avoided Xuan Du's strength, she would have had several holes punched out in her body.
After her reminder, everyone in the audience suddenly realized that this was one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, the flower-twisting finger, and it was indeed extraordinary.
Of course, some people who have seen this fingering have already recognized it. Zhang Songxi, a member of Wudang, couldn't help but sigh, "The unique skills of Shaolin Temple are indeed well-deserved. Master Xuandu's flower-twisting fingering has reached a state of perfection that is probably unmatched by anyone in the world."
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Originally, the Shaolin Temple and Wudang had never been at odds with each other, but now that they heard Zhang Sanfeng's disciples praising the temple's unique skills, the monks and elders couldn't help but feel proud in their hearts, but they said humbly, "Some meager skills cannot enter the eyes of Taoist Master Zhang."
"Monk, do you think you have practiced your fingering well?" But at this moment, Lu Wushuang chuckled, with a hint of sarcasm flashing across his face, "Please also teach me how to finger my fingers."
As he spoke, the smile on his face became even bigger. He put his left thumb and index finger together and flicked the fingers of his right hand three times. He only heard three soft "puff puff" sounds. Xuan Du seemed to have no reaction at all. He stood motionless on the spot.
His expression was full of dullness.
"Pick your fingers, little..." No one could see the situation clearly, but Hong Lingbo's expression immediately changed and he murmured, "I didn't expect Master to teach you this magical skill."