Before this battle, Abbot Qingming and these Shaolin elders and disciples had fought against the enemy all night and day.
This battle should have occurred after the fire broke out and before the heavy rain fell.
At that time, only Abbot Qingming was left alive in Shaolin, but there were seven of his opponents.
No.
It should be ten people.
Seven people died in front of Abbot Qingming.
The three of them left angrily.
If nothing else, Abbot Qingming should be the oldest among the eleven people present.
After not sleeping all night, the old abbot soon developed heavy bags under his eyes.
Fatigue plagued his body, and he could no longer escape from this place, and he had no confidence that the ten people in front of him would stay here forever.
He looked around at the burning and devastated Southern Shaolin, feeling desolate in his heart.
For the sake of peace in Zhongzhou, he decided to sacrifice his life and throw himself into hell.
I never imagined that the entire southern Shaolin would be dragged into the water.
The Red Sect launched a desperate counterattack, the Japanese people regarded death as if they were home, and the factories in the East and West took advantage of the situation to rob them. Everything happened too quickly.
It's so fast that it catches people off guard!
There is not much that Southern Shaolin can do to deal with it.
It is nothing more than delaying the time for the golden seal to be taken away as much as possible.
and exchanging lives with the enemy.
The Buddha has gone to hell, and the evildoers should also be dragged to hell!
As for the rest, it can only be left to those donors who care about Zhongzhou.
After fighting alone with ten enemies for an hour, and when the distance reached a stalemate, Abbot Qingming, who was extremely tired, suddenly realized something.
The tense nerves were relaxed, and the body got a moment of rest, but it seemed to have been repaired again and full of vitality!
The first person to notice the strange behavior of Abbot Qingming was Xishi, the gold-wrapped silver messenger among the seven sentimental messengers in Gengtang.
Although all ten of them are younger than Abbot Qingming, after a hard day's hard work, almost everyone's face is full of fatigue, and almost no one can stay in a happy mood.
Apart from almost everyone, the only one who can still wear a playful smile all the time, laugh heartily, choke with laughter, and laugh in an almost perverted way is Jin Baoyin.
"Hehehe, is this the second spring for the old bald donkey? Let me test how long you can last, hehe!"
The big fat man with a big belly was laughing and joking, leaning forward like a buffalo towards Abbot Qingming.
Jin Baoyin did not intend to use his fat body to give Abbot Qingming a fat bull charge. When he was approaching, he stood up, picked up the gold brick in his left hand and slapped Abbot Qingming on the head!
There was no clear snapping sound like the dozens of times before.
Abbot Qingming's right arm blocked the way of the gold-wrapped man waving in advance.
The knotted palm of the left hand is firmly imprinted on the gold-coated silver heart.
"Hmm hahaha!"
Jin Baoyin is still smiling wildly.
But the lumps of flesh on his face have been squeezed into meat buns, and it is unclear which two folds his eyes are stuck in.
Gold Baoyin instinctively stretched out his right hand, like a drowning man instinctively reaching for the water bank, hoping to grab even a life-saving straw.
The sharp pain in his chest made his body go limp, and Abbot Qingming's long beard was completely unable to stop the meat ball from falling heavily from mid-air.
boom!
The meat ball that had not jumped very high fell to the ground and turned into a meat dumpling. Unable to even stand, he curled up and knelt at the feet of Abbot Qingming.
An irresistible feeling of paralysis surged into every piece of flesh on Jin Baoyin's body, causing him to tremble violently.
In less than three breaths, after a sudden convulsion, the meat dumplings turned into meat cakes, and the gold and silver packages completely collapsed on the ground, making no sound anymore!
Powerful Vajra Palm!
None of the other nine people in the field were ordinary people. They could all see that Abbot Qingming was not quick in his attack. He just took a precaution and dispersed the body-protecting Qi hurriedly gathered by the gold and silver with one palm, penetrating through the thick body.
Get oily skin and break his heart.
Of course, this advance amount was "told" to Abbot Qingming by Jin Baoyin.
Because before that, they had seen how the gold-coated silver smashed the monk's forehead again and again, and they had successfully slapped the gold brick on the forehead of Abbot Qingming dozens of times.
Abbot Qingming's head has not been beaten into half a hole or turned into flowers so far. I don't know whether Gold Bao Yin was unwilling to accept it or whether he was happy with it. He was beaten repeatedly, but he finally fell into the plot, destroyed his heart with one palm, and died a coward.
When Jin Baoyin was kneeling on the ground, and before his breath expired, three people came charging at him with three swords.
The person is dressed in mysterious clothes. Even if his face is not covered, Abbot Qingming cannot tell who the person is.
The swords are all good swords with famous names and provenances. They should not be in the hands of these three people.
They were clearly three swords, but they struck like swords and axes, so overbearing.
Abbot Qingming seemed to be able to only dodge and parry, retreating repeatedly without the ability to fight back.
However, the other six people who were on the outside and had not yet followed the offensive quickly realized that the old monk was probably out of strength, so they fought and retreated, not giving them a chance to double-team and put pressure on them.
The body skills, legs, and swordsmanship of the three men in black clothes were a mixture of the masters of various fauna schools in fighting against the enemy, but they were far from being fully integrated. They could not be used alone to withstand the strength of a first-class master, but with tacit cooperation, they could.
Compete with the top players for a while.
It is not difficult to find shadows of Wudang, Emei, and Kunlun in the sword moves, but they have only their appearance, but no spirit or meaning. When used against Abbot Qingming, they are just fancy and have no threat at all.
Only the three-man sword formation in the front, which was like the surging waves of a river and the sea, and was supplemented by fierce and strange attacks - the Kongtong Wuhai Tide Sword Formation, was the most skillful in performing it, and gave Abbot Qingming the most headache.
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Ironically, it is not the disciples of Kongtong who can master the Kongtong Sword Technique and Sword Formation so exquisitely.
Although the three of them did not wear Feiyu uniforms and were not equipped with embroidered spring knives, they were indeed the Jin Yiwei who single-handedly turned Kongtong, one of the five famous sects, into a training ground for the martial arts.
After several hours of fierce fighting, the three Jinyi guards naturally knew that apart from the Kongtong "housekeeping" skills that they had honed over the past two years, the other tricks against the old abbot were just like scratching his itch.
The domineering way to retreat from the enemy with three axes is not only to give Jin Baoyin a possible chance of survival, but also to prevent the opponent from getting in the way.
As for the deeper thoughts of the three of them, Abbot Qingming had already understood them.
After fighting for so long, these people should have noticed that there is not even a gold seal here.
The reason why we are fighting him to the death is that we don't want him to play any role in this overall situation.
Compared to the other seven, the killing intent of the three Jin Yiwei was not as determined.
At first there might have been an intention to work together to eliminate the enemy, but now they have quietly retreated.
The golden seal is their main target, and cooperating with them will be threatened by the general trend.
The mentality of the three people is inseparable from the adult in front of them.
The Fifth Marquis thought that he would disdain to associate with the Japanese. Instead of just watching and conniving at the mischief of Yu Tian and the Red Sect, it would be better to get involved, firstly, to try to seize the seal to increase his own plans, and secondly, to prevent the situation from becoming uncontrollable.
The point of tidying up.
Therefore, the three Jin Yiwei looked like they were taking the lead and doing their best, but in fact it was an active self-protection method of advancing before retreating.
Abbot Qingming was also happy to take advantage of the situation and act out a play with them to take a few breaths.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long, and the remaining six people obviously did not have the patience to wait until the three Jinyiwei were exhausted before playing a wheel battle with the old monk.
After half a cup of tea, Abbot Qingming once again fell into the circle of nine people.
Seeing the knives, swords, axes, and hammers coming, Abbot Qingming swung open his cassock with four or five holes.
The torn cassock fluttered in the wind, seeming to form an inflatable cloth ring to protect Abbot Qingming's torso.
When the knife struck, there was no clang, the edge of the blade was deflected and then slid away diagonally.
When the sword is stabbed, the sword body bends and rebounds.
The heavy ax struck, the heavy hammer struck, and the strength was as if it was in a thick pile of cotton. No matter how deeply it was chopped or how much it was smashed, it did not damage the root.
The power of cassock to subdue demons!
Under the siege of nine people, the old monk was still in high spirits, strolling around in the courtyard, and making people not angry!
A short swordsman couldn't swallow this breath, so he suddenly abandoned his swords, rolled to the side of Abbot Qingming like a monkey, and rushed forward.
Abbot Qingming moved away, dodging the short swordsman's unintentional swoop, but he could not completely get away from him.
When his left arm sank, he realized that the short swordsman was hanging on the hem of the monk's robe, and was tearing at the cassock with a grin on his face!
This guy is willing to sacrifice his life in exchange for Qingming. Abbot will never use his cassock as a defense again!
Things went as expected, as Abbot Qingming expected, and as the other eight people expected.
However, the short swordsman's "commotion" exposed Abbot Qingming to the swords of the three Jinyi guards.
Jin Yiwei was unwilling to do something that would risk being a death penalty, but they didn't mind taking advantage of this convenient and meritorious service.
The three of them raised their swords in tacit agreement and attacked Abbot Qingming, who was half a foot away, without even looking at each other.
Abbot Qingming sighed, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes.
He recited "Amitabha" silently.
Stretch the fingers of both hands, palms facing outward, and connect the thumb and index finger to form the sun wheel seal.
As the sleeves of the robe shook, the short swordsman holding on to the cassock seemed to be just a baggage, easily thrown forward, and the three swords were coming!
The short swordsman took away two rags of cloth and looked back at Abbot Qingming with his eyes wide open and staring angrily in fear.
Then his body was pierced by two swords!
No one saw clearly the disbelief and fear in the short swordsman's eyes.
So no one took this scene seriously yet.
The Jin Yiwei who avoided the flying body of the short swordsman thought that Abbot Qingming had spent all his efforts to get rid of the entanglement and had no time to put up a defense, so he secretly increased his efforts and tried to take the first victory!
The sword edge moved faster, and suddenly it was only a short distance away from Abbot Qingming's chest!
However, it is so close but it is like a chasm in the sky.
For some reason, this greedy Jin Yiwei felt like a mountain was falling on his head and back.
The natural chasm needs to be filled with mountains, but he is not Monkey King, so why should he be suppressed by the mountains?
No one answered him, he only heard the crackling sound in his body!
The back of his neck was crushed, his spine was bent and broken, and the femur and lower limb bones of his lower body were also bent and broken!
His head and body were pressed into the soil one after another!
He can't move anymore!
No one knows what happened in the few breaths after the short swordsman hung on the Qingming abbot's cassock.
They only saw the short swordsman being thrown away easily, and Abbot Qingming gently raised his right hand, palm facing down, and slapped it down heavily!
We also heard the sound of cracking bones that shocked those who heard it!
What kind of trick is this?!
Everyone involuntarily suppressed their desire to rush forward and kill.
Abbot Qingming took a step forward.
The two imperial guards who had just drawn their swords from the short swordsman gasped and retreated in panic.
But it seems it's too late.
Then I saw Abbot Qingming gently lift his right palm and took a deep photo!
The two Jin Yiwei, who felt that the overwhelming power was about to come down, looked horrified, mixed their feet with garlic, and fell backwards.
The two of them were shot into the soil together, their faces distorted and their vitality cut off!
Before he died, one of the Jinyi guards saw an invisible giant hand coming from the sky, piercing through the clouds, and mercilessly photographed it!
Some people died silently in fear.
Some people witnessed despair in fear.
There are also people who go crazy with fear!
"ah!--"
After the short swordsman and the three Jinyi guards died inexplicably, the deputy leader of the Red Yi Hall, the thunder beast Ji Tianbian, who was both ax and hammer, collapsed and screamed, and at the same time dragged the long ax that weighed more than a thousand kilograms around the Qingming Festival.
Abbot run!
I saw this orthodox Japanese man with dark complexion and burly build, whose original name was Yoshida Heya, roaring louder and louder, and running faster and faster!
Soon, a large circle with a radius of three feet was plowed on the ground with Abbot Qingming as the center.
Suddenly, earth and rocks flew across the field, and there was a roar of wind and thunder.
The Thunder Prison Array focuses on quickly drawing a circle to trap the enemy in the formation. Before the circle formation is completed, if it is one foot away from the center of the circle, the force of the subsequent falling ax will be reduced due to the position correction. Abbot Qingming only moved two steps, which is different from the inch step.
If there is no difference, then Yoshidabe will have full confidence to use all his strength on him.
At the moment when the thunder formation was completed, Yoshida bent and stretched his legs, jumped three feet high, swung the ax pole above his head with both hands, and jumped to kill!
The ax blade drew a sharp cold light in the air, shaped like the claws of a thunder beast, and as powerful as thunder!
Abbot Qingming crushed four lives with such ease that he frightened even Yoshida Hebei. This strike of the Prisoner of Thunder and Thunder Ax gathered all his remaining energy. For the sake of the great cause of his family and country, he did not care about the rest of his life and only wanted to do it in one fell swoop.
The copper-covered iron bones used by the old monk Po to study the Diamond Sutra.
The other four people on the same front did not dare to expect that Kidanabe's crazy blow could kill Abbot Qingming, but they all thought that even if the old monk was a solid walnut, cracks would appear after this ax blow.
The ax, long enough to split two large watermelons at the same time, struck precisely on the three ring scars in the middle of Abbot Qingming's head!
boom!
Abbot Qingming's little watermelon head was not split in half.
The long ax crafted by Rentang in red is still powerful and sharp.
The ground where deep pits and rifts should have appeared was also peaceful.
Only the hands holding the ax shaft reluctantly let go and hung down amid a heart-rending cry of despair!
The wailing sound came from a strong Japanese man who had been living in Zhongzhou for more than thirty years and had suffered all kinds of hardships and illnesses.
The old monk who was born and raised in Zhongzhou stood in front of him in an extremely strange way.
The old monk put his thumbs together, his index fingers stretched out to meet each other, and the remaining six fingers were clasped together.
The right leg is sitting cross-legged, the knee surface of the left leg is flush with the right knee, and only the left toe touches the ground.
Unconventional stance, but like an old tree taking root, unshakable!
It can even be seen that the old monk’s whole body is shrouded in golden Buddha light, and his treasure appearance is solemn!
"Lin, Linzi Seal? Fudo Mingou?!"
Finally someone revealed the secret.
What just happened is like a bell ringer hitting a golden bell with a battering ram, but stubbornly holding on to the battering ram and not letting go until the bell breaks.
The golden bell is not broken, but the vibrating force is transmitted back to the bell ringer through the closely attached hammer.
The bell ringer could only bear all the force pitifully, and was so shaken that his body became numb and his bones fell apart!
Before the four of them could recover from the shock, Abbot Qingming had already walked slowly towards Yoshida Heya.
"Amitabha, the donor needs to practice great tranquility."
After saying this, he held the flower in his right hand, walked to Yoshida and lightly printed it on his forehead.
Without using any more strength, he just pushed the general's head down from his neck.
Yoshida Heya's head then fell on his back.
For a moment, the surrounding fields were quiet and silent, and you could hear the rain falling.
Snapped!
Snap!
The sky-high flames illuminated the sky above Jiulian Mountain like daylight, so that not many people noticed that it was almost evening.
The fire that burned all night and day brought falling rain.
The falling rain hitting my hair and face was clearly audible.
It seemed to make up for the missed heartbeats of the four remaining people who had besieged Abbot Qingming.
Before they could move from panic to struggle to decide whether to stay or go, the four of them were surprised to find that the old monk's breath was getting tired with every drop of rain falling!
They encouraged each other with their eyes and slowly regained their broken confidence.
Watanabe Xiongqi, who went by the pseudonym Du Xiong, was the first to muster up the courage and tentatively swung the heavy hammer and hit Abbot Qingming on the right side of his face, who was once again wearing the seal and standing in a weird posture.
Boom!
Although there was a numbing sensation, there was no terrible backlash like before.
What's even more gratifying is that the Buddha's light around Abbot Qingming's body has dimmed a bit to the naked eye.
As a result, Watanabe Yuki began to repeatedly hit the hammer with a hammer.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Hammer after hammer, the Buddha's light around Abbot Qingming swayed uneasily like a candle when encountering the breeze that sneaked into the room.
Two Japanese Anzi who have been lurking in Fujian for more than ten years are still eager to try.
The Great Protector of Dingtang had already stepped forward to invite Watanabe Xiongqi, and then opened his swords with full firepower and slashed at Abbot Qingming one after another.
At first, the blades shot through the air one after another, leaving only scattered soil, sand and gravel with them.
Not long after, Daogang was like a wall of swords, and earth and rocks were scattered in all directions.
The Great Protector of Dingtang was obviously too tired to concentrate his energy on the front line to carry out an effective attack.
Abbot Qingming's Buddha's light was dimmed by the sword. It seems that much of his solemnity has been obscured.
This was followed by a sword attack by two Japanese Anzi, a man and a woman.
After a stick of incense.
The rain pattered.
Abbot Qingming maintained the weird posture of "Jie Lin" from beginning to end, and the Buddha's light around him was so dim that he couldn't even detect it.
The efforts of the four Japanese people have yielded great results.
The old monk's right cheek was bruised and bruised.
The right nose wing was poked open.
His long beard was plucked out indiscriminately.
But they feel that they can no longer consume the old monk.
The current situation is like boiling an eagle. They might have been boiling the old monk at first, but a long time ago it was the old monk who was boiling them.
They are also close to collapse.
Fortunately, they hadn't completely collapsed yet, so they caught a glimpse of the old monk's meaningful smile.
Abbot Qingming smiled.
He can still fight for a long time.
But it only has the power of the final blow.
The best result is to be able to kill four people with one move. At the worst, you have to choose the strongest one among the four to kill.
It's a pity that he couldn't wait until the four of them completely collapsed and took the four of them into hell. So, if he can take away one, then he counts as one.
The abbot of Qingming changed his hand seals and front seals to signify the Great Sun Tathagata!
Long before the Qingming abbot's handprints were changed, the four people fled in all directions.
But in the end, the male Japanese Anzi could not escape the fate of being shot to death.
"How can it be repaired?"
Seeing the tragic death of her companion who had been with him for more than ten years, the female Japanese Anzi rushed towards Abbot Qingming like crazy.
One knife after another, tirelessly slashing at the lifeless old monk.
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Under the mask, Smiling Maitreya squinted his eyes and vaguely saw traces of rain on the cheeks of the dark Buddha statue.