Chapter eight hundred and eighty-ninth the conference ended
"Hardness and softness are combined, and there is strength without desire. This is the true meaning of the Vajra Circle of Subduing Demons..." Murong Fu murmured. Seeing that the "Vajra Circle of Crushed Stones" around him was getting smaller and smaller, he suddenly stretched out a hand and changed it continuously in the air.
Made several poses.
At the end of the day, a dignified and strange aura spread across the area, spreading throughout the entire space in the blink of an eye. It was as if the entire space was suppressed by an invisible force, and there was a slight stagnation in the operation of the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle.
A look of disbelief flashed across the faces of the three monks. Before they could take any action, they saw Murong Fu's fingers turning like wheels and making several extremely complicated seals.
Compared with the people in the field, the people outside the field saw it more intuitively and clearly. Above the circle of King Kong's demon-subduing, the air waves were rolling, and a huge palm print was vaguely condensed, which was slowly pressing down. The speed
Although slow, it has an aura that suppresses everything.
Murong Fu used force to overcome skill, defeating ten groups with one force. Everyone couldn't help but think like this.
In fact, this is indeed the case. Murong Fu may have other means to break the Vajra Demon Circle, but at the moment, this Tantric Mahamudra is the simplest and crudest one.
Murong Fuhui has many martial arts skills. In terms of exquisiteness, Mahamudra may not be ranked at all because he only learned 50-60% of it. But when it comes to any martial arts skills that can fully exert his own skills, apart from the innate sword energy,
Count these big handprints.
While thinking, the handprint above the Vajra Circle has become clearer and clearer, and is actually five or six feet in size. The "Vajra Circle" in front of it is only one-third the size, and its operation has become increasingly difficult, almost to the point of stagnation.
situation.
The three monks looked at each other, but there was no change of tricks. Firstly, they were already a little out of their power and could not control Ruyi. Secondly, this handprint also covered the other three. Murong Fu could not really suppress it. As long as he persisted for this moment
With effort, you can turn defeat into victory.
Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo suddenly felt their breaths suffocating. It was difficult to move, and they were almost out of breath.
The corners of Murong Fu's lips curled up slightly, and he sneered secretly in his heart. Others thought that the Mahamudra was to fight against the Vajra Circle, but in fact he just borrowed the aura of the Mahamudra.
But when the handprint was about to land on the heads of Murong Fu and others, it suddenly stopped. Then Murong Fu's hands suddenly changed, and the boulders floating around trembled slightly, and immediately broke away from their original direction and were pulled by him.
past.
"Not good!" Both Duanyan and Dujie's expressions changed drastically, and the black whip flashed wildly in their hands, trying to pull the stone back.
But how could Murong Fu give them a chance? His hands shook violently, and a tremendous force burst out from his palms. All the boulders were divided into three parts and flew towards the three monks respectively.
Du'e sighed slightly and hurriedly retracted his whip and defended himself. However, the black whips of the other two monks were pulled by Murong Fu and could not move. As a last resort, he had to loosen his black whip and strike out several times.
There was a chaotic "bang bang bang" sound, sparks flying everywhere, and gravel flying.
"Zhiruo, take action!" Murong Fu shouted softly, and Zhou Zhiruo acted in response. Infinite sword energy swarmed out, and he was overwhelmed with difficulties and tribulations. He was injured by the sword energy, and made two "Puff" sounds, and spit out two mouthfuls of blood.
Du'e, on the other hand, had some remaining strength before and resisted the two waves of attacks in an orderly manner, but his face was pale and his breath was weak, and he was obviously very uncomfortable.
Seeing this opportunity, Zhang Wuji immediately moved towards the ancient well.
Zhou Zhiruo snorted coldly and was about to take action, but Murong Fu reached out and pressed her hand to stop her movement, and the two sides ceased fighting.
Zhang Wuji jumped down into the ancient well without hesitation. After a while, there was a crackling sound and two figures flew out of the ancient well.
Everyone looked around and couldn't help but gasp. They saw Zhang Wuji's clothes were in tatters and there were seven or eight wounds on his face. As for the other man, he was blind and had blond hair. Although his face was pale, he didn't suffer much.
hurt.
"Is this the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun..."
For a moment, everyone's eyes were a little fiery, as if they were not looking at a person, but at the supreme treasure that commanded the martial arts world.
Zhang Wuji glared at the three monks angrily, "Despicable, the dignified Shaolin, the leader of the world's righteous path, actually hides a secret mechanism to kill my father and son."
The three monks were in extremely bad condition at this time. Their aura was many times weaker than before. They had not sensed what happened in the ancient well just now. When they heard this, they were immediately a little confused. They did not know why there was a mechanism in the ancient well.
The same is true for Fang Zheng. The original plan of the Shaolin Temple was to use Xie Xun's name to show the world the power of Shaolin, but it did not really give Xie Xun away. With three eminent monks in charge, it was already a foolproof thing and would never happen again.
What kind of mechanism is installed?
Murong Fu's eyes flickered slightly, and he quickly scanned in all directions, but found nothing.
"Ahem..." Fang Zheng coughed a few times and said with a slightly red face, "Master Zhang, there may be some misunderstanding in this. I, the Shaolin Master, will never do such a dirty thing."
"Misunderstanding?" Zhang Wuji sneered, "Humph, the martial arts of these three seniors are obvious to all. Who else in the world can sneak into this place silently and set up traps to frame Shaolin?"
Fang Zheng was immediately speechless and couldn't help but glance at Du'e, hoping that he could give an explanation.
Du E closed his eyes and adjusted his breath for a while, then opened his eyes and looked at Fang Zheng, and said lightly, "A disciple once came to deliver food to Xie Xun. What happened the day before yesterday."
"May I ask Uncle Master, which disciple is he?" Fang Zheng asked hurriedly.
Du'e pondered for a long time and finally shook his head, "He didn't say anything. He just said that something big happened in the temple and all the disciples had important matters, so he was asked to deliver food to Xie Xun."
"That's right, that's right," Fang Zheng suddenly realized, "This must not be a disciple of my temple. Otherwise, he wouldn't have even announced his name. A big event did happen the day before yesterday, and all the monks in the temple were mobilized."
Du'e did not ask any more questions, but looked at Murong Fu, "Mr. Murong, my three brothers have surrendered. I will leave this Xie Xun to your disposal."
After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and said no more words, even the other two monks did the same.
"Cheng Kun! Cheng Kun! Come out, I know you are here, I know you are here, come out..." Suddenly, Xie Xun yelled.
Everyone was startled by Xie Xun's ferocity and couldn't help but take a few steps back, but then they thought that there were so many masters here, and they were worried that they wouldn't be able to deal with Xie Xun.
Zhang Wuji hurriedly comforted him, "Father, Cheng Kun is not here."
Xie Xun threw Zhang Wuji away, his fish eyes gradually became bloodshot, and he yelled around, as if he was crazy.
"It's so noisy." Murong Fu waved his hand impatiently and waved out a wave of force. Xie Xun's body suddenly went limp.
"Father!" Zhang Wuji was startled and hurriedly picked up Xie Xun. He was relieved when he found that he had only fallen asleep temporarily.
In fact, Murong Fu felt a little strange. According to the original trajectory, Cheng Kun should indeed appear here, but he just saw that among the people present, no one had the aura of Cheng Kun. Within a few miles, there was no one like him.
No one else.
"Mr. Zhang, can you hand Xie Xun back?" Zhou Zhiruo said calmly.
"This..." Zhang Wuji's face froze, "Can you ask Master Zhou to show mercy..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhou Zhiruo, "Stop talking nonsense and put Xie Xun down, otherwise you will never leave this place alive today."
Zhang Wuji had no choice but to slowly put Xie Xun back on the ground. He could only rely on Assassin's guarantee.
"Master Fang Zheng," Murong Fu suddenly said, "I think this martial arts conference is almost over."
Fang Zheng nodded awkwardly and said to everyone, "Everyone, Xie Xun's life and death will be handled by the Emei Sect. At this point, the martial arts conference has been successfully concluded. If you don't mind, you can stay in the temple for a few days. There are still a few people in the temple in the near future.
The eminent monk wants to lecture on scriptures and discuss the Tao."
He said this, but actually his heart was bleeding. This time the Shaolin Temple could be said to have lost both his wife and his troops. Not to mention the destruction of the Sutra Pavilion, the limelight was snatched away by the Emei Sect, and now even Xie Xun has not been retained.
, all kinds of sorrows and sorrows are really hard to describe, and I worry that from now on, the reputation of Shaolin Temple will plummet.
Everyone said goodbye one after another.
Murong Fu and Assassin looked at each other and nodded slightly.
Murong Fu and Zhou Zhiruo were walking side by side. As for Xie Xun, he was being carried by two Shaolin monks. Zhang Wuji wanted to follow, but was dissuaded by Zhou Zhiruo's warning eyes. Assassin also sent a message to him and said a few words. Zhang Wuji
I finally felt relieved for the time being.
Soon, Assassin caught up with Murong Fu and handed a scroll of scriptures to him without leaving any trace.
Murong Fu did not shy away from Zhou Zhiruo, and opened it directly to read. The scripture was written in Chinese, and the five characters "True Flame Soul-Capturing Technique" were written above it.
Murong Fu guessed that this name must have been improvised by Assassin, and at least the original scriptures definitely did not call it this name.
The scriptures explain in detail the principles and mechanisms of soul-stirring techniques, how to use them, and how to crack them.
Murong Fu only glanced through it roughly. Even so, he had to admire the person who created this kung fu. He was truly a genius. It was incredible to be able to completely combine hypnosis with the power of thoughts.
"Thank you, Second Elder, for your generosity." Murong Fu thanked him. He had not found any problems in this scripture yet, and he would not try to practice rashly.
"Brother Murong, you're welcome. As long as Brother Murong doesn't forget what you promised me." Assassin smiled and glanced at Xie Xun behind him slightly as he spoke. The meaning was self-evident.
"Haha, of course I won't forget this. It's just that the second elder should know that people in the Central Plains have a saying that people's words are terrible. Of course Xie Xun can't do it to you so blatantly, otherwise he would be gossiping." Murong Fu laughed softly.
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"This is natural." Assassin smiled. As he strolled leisurely in the courtyard, his figure gradually faded and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Murong Fu curled his lips, did you deliberately let me know that your injury has been mostly healed?
Zhou Zhiruo followed him silently, and separated from him when they arrived at the temple. Although she didn't say anything, the faint attachment and reluctance were written on her face.
Murong Fu returned to the monastery, where the girls were already waiting.
"Okay, we can leave this ghost place right away." Murong Fu laughed.