A few months ago, there were rumors in the world that Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan, was a Khitan. This news was no less than a bolt from the blue.
What kind of person is Qiao Feng?
At first, many people didn't believe it, thinking it was just a rumor, but one after another came out that many famous people in the world had died at the hands of Qiao Feng, and everyone gradually believed it to be true.
A few days ago, news came from Shaolin that Master Xuanku died at the hands of Qiao Feng, which stirred up thousands of waves!
To this end, Shaolin held a martial arts conference to discuss ways to deal with Qiao Feng with all the heroes in the world.
The foothills of Shaoshi Mountain are already crowded today. Who doesn’t want to be a hero?
Since Shaolin has sent out invitations widely, they have no reason not to come!
Even if you are not a hero, if you go to Shaolin, wouldn't you become that "famous" person?
There were hundreds of people standing in front of the Main Hall, all of them prominent figures in the world.
"Master Liu, I'm afraid this situation has never happened in this world for a hundred years!"
"Gang Leader Zhang, who can say otherwise? I didn't expect that Qiao Feng turned out to be a Khitan thief! What's even more hateful is that this creature, inferior to a pig or a dog, even wanted to kill his mentor. If this thief's martial arts weren't too high, why would he have to hold this meeting? Martial Arts Conference!”
"That's a bad statement. Why does Gang Leader Zhang need to increase the prestige of that traitor Qiao Feng? None of us here is a well-known figure! If Qiao Feng dares to come, he must die without a burial place! Hmph! I don’t know what Shaolin’s intention is!”
A few people were still about to argue, but suddenly a bell rang loudly not far away, and the abbot of Shaolin slowly came from behind with a group of eminent monks of the Xuan generation.
"This bald donkey is quite a party!"
Some people in the crowd couldn't see it and cursed under their breath.
Although I don't want to admit it, it is undisputed that Shaolin has been a giant in the world for hundreds of years and has been the leader in the world.
Even the largest Beggar Clan in the world, with hundreds of thousands of members, is far inferior to Shaolin.
It’s just that I recently heard that there is a new Xiaoyao Sect in the world. The old monster Xingxiu, who is extraordinary and has been famous for a long time, can’t even receive a few palms from the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect!
I just don’t know if the Xiaoyao Sect will come today.
"I invite you all to come here today to discuss the matter of the thief Qiao Feng. This thief is addicted to his master and killed his father, and has done many evil things. He is really a scourge to the world of our Song Dynasty!"
Xuanci's voice was not loud, but it was clearly audible in everyone's ears.
The originally noisy group of people suddenly became quiet.
Xuanci's method of transmitting sound can be said to demonstrate extraordinary kung fu. A glimpse of the leopard reveals the unfathomable level of Shaolin abbot's martial arts!
Xuanci said a Buddha's name and was about to speak when a clearly audible voice came from a distance: "The gathering of all heroes in Shaolin is truly a rare event in a hundred years! The young monk has been famous among the heroes of the Central Plains for a long time and has longed for it. , I hope you won’t be offended if you come uninvited!”
The future of man has arrived.
Shaolin Xuan generation monk's face changed, and he didn't know who the visitor was.
This sound transmission technique is even better than what Xuanci used before. Isn't this a slap in their Shaolin face?
Before many people could think about it, they saw a yellow figure running towards them. In just a few breaths, they landed in front of the main hall.
"Jiumozhi of Dalun Temple in Tubo Snow Mountain has met all the eminent monks of Shaolin."
Jiumozhi put his hands together and smiled, looking like an accomplished monk.
"It turns out that the Imperial Master has arrived." Although Xuanci was surprised that Jiumozhi would come, he could not lose his etiquette and immediately brought the monks to see Jiumozhi.
In terms of status, neither the Tubo Imperial Master nor the Great Minglun King was under his Shaolin Abbot.
"It turns out that King Daming Lun has arrived, and he is the best master in Tibet!"
"I heard that this man has practiced Buddhism and martial arts to an extremely advanced level, and he is known as the Reincarnated Living Buddha!"
"Reincarnated Living Buddha? Doesn't this mean that those monks are more powerful than all the eminent Shaolin monks?"
Hearing the people behind him talking about him, Jiumozhi felt very proud.
Today at the martial arts conference, he arrived early, but he just hid in the back and didn't come out.
Now that more than half a day has passed, Jiumozhi finally calmed down and ran out from behind when he saw that the white figure had not come out.
"Today is indeed an auspicious day, and that kid is no longer here this time!"
My Buddha is merciful!
At this time, Jiumozhi was determined. Without the boy named Jing, if he came out to show off this time, who could stop him?
Today he single-handedly defeated the Shaolin Temple, became famous in the Central Plains, and let the world know about his reputation as King Minglun!
In his eyes, these eminent Shaolin monks and heroes in the world are not even as good as those old monks from Tianlong Temple. They are just a bunch of people in name only!
I don't know which monk felt angry, so he whispered, "It's not necessarily possible to pretend to be a ghost!"
Although these words were spoken in a subtle way, how could the people present, who were highly skilled people, not hear them.
Jiumozhi was not annoyed and just smiled and said: "I often hear that the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin are difficult and obscure, and the practice is abnormal. The senior monks in the temple only know five or six schools. In the opinion of the junior monk, this statement is wrong!"
As soon as Jiumozhi said these words, everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they couldn't help but think: "This great monk must be crazy!"
As we all know, each of the seventy-two stunts is extremely difficult and complicated. If you want to succeed, you will need ten or twenty years of skill!
After all, if a person spends his whole life, he can only practice five or six disciplines at most!
All the Shaolin monks even sneered. It seemed that King Minglun was just living up to his name!
Everyone looked at Jiumozhi to see what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd. Jiumozhi laughed again and said: "Although the young monk dare not say that he has practiced every skill to the point of perfection, but It is not difficult to perform these seventy-two stunts. It can be seen that the seventy-two stunts are not difficult to master, but vary from person to person!"
Jiumozhi's words are a slap in the face of the Shaolin monks. They vary from person to person. Doesn't it mean that all the Shaolin monks are extremely stupid?
And he, Jiumozhi, is the person with great wisdom, great perseverance, and great understanding?
At that moment, a monk of the Xuan generation stood up and shouted: "In that case, I'm here to learn about the master's clever tricks!"
Jiumozhi smiled and said: "That's all right, it is a great blessing for this young monk to be able to compete with the eminent Shaolin monks!"
Jiumozhi shouted "little monk" in his mouth, but there was not much respect on his face.
No matter how kind-hearted the old monk was, he was immediately angered by Jiumozhi's wise words and immediately punched him with anger.
Jiumozhi laughed: "The powerful Vajra Fist, the little monk can also use three or five moves."
"Bang bang bang", the two punched each other three times in a row, and a flush appeared on the face of the old monk of Xuan generation. He staggered back three steps, and when he opened his mouth, there was a mouthful of blood.
this!
Everyone present was shocked, their eyes were wide open, and their eyeballs seemed to pop out of their sockets.
Also using the powerful Vajra Fist, the old monk of the Xuan generation could not catch Jiumozhi's three punches!
