Zhiguang said: "With Xiaoyou Jiang's character and martial arts, if you want to enter the temple, the monk will naturally not stop it, but so many of you can't all go in. Only three of you, including Xiaoyou Jiang, can enter the temple. Please discuss it yourself." Which three come in?"
Jiang Shuo originally wanted to invite Ge Ruliang and Lu Yuxuan to come in together. Firstly, they were the most resourceful, and secondly, there was one person each from the Jianghu Alliance and the Cao Gang, so that both factions could be fair. However, Lu Yuxuan took the initiative to give way and said, "Young Master, there must be a master ring in the temple." Wait, Lu is not working hard enough, I am afraid he will become a burden if he goes, why not let Nan Ba go with you."
Nan Jiyun is second only to Jiang Shuo and Ge Ruliang in kung fu among everyone. He also has the ability to shoot marksmanship, so he is indeed a more suitable candidate. Jiang Shuo also has other ideas, such as Hun Weiming, Xiao Dayou, and Dugu. Xiangdu was the troublemaker, and Lu Jiong was not sociable. If Lu Yuxuan stayed outside, it would ensure that these people would not cause any trouble again, so it was finally decided that Jiang Shuo, Ge Ruliang, and Nan Jiyun would follow Zhitong into the temple.
Dugu Xiang originally wanted to go, but she was intimidated by Yege Ruliang's majesty and did not dare to mention it. She could only look at the three of them pitifully and worry.
There is a saying that a daughter is as good as her mother. Mrs. Achu said to her: "Xiang'er, don't even think about it. Women have not been allowed to enter the Shaolin Temple since ancient times. We, mother and daughter, can wait peacefully outside the mountain gate for them to come back. It's just like this We haven’t seen each other for a long time. Please tell me what you have seen and heard over the past year.” Dugu Xiang reluctantly agreed.
Jiang Shuo and the other three followed Zhitong into the temple. Shaolin Temple is famous far and wide, but in fact, the inside is no different from an ordinary temple, just more open. After passing through the mountain gate, there is a hall on the left and right, but at this time, the doors of the two halls are closed. , no lights or candles were held inside, it was completely dark, Zhitong did not introduce it, and walked straight to the Heavenly King's Hall directly in front.
The Temple of the Heavenly King was guarded by monks with sticks. When they saw someone coming, they all circled around with sticks, forming a faint encirclement. The leading monk shouted: "Stay here, who is coming?"
Zhitong: "Senior Brother Zhirui, I am Zhitong."
Zhirui called to the monks: "Junior Brother Zhitong, why did you come in? Who are these people following you?"
Zhitong stepped forward and whispered a few words to Zhirui. Zhirui looked very surprised and looked at Jiang Shuo back and forth. When Zhitong finished speaking, Zhirui said: "Amitabha, that's it. You guys go in quickly." Well, the abbot and the heads of each hall are all in the Dharma Hall."
Zhitong bid farewell to Zhirui and led everyone through the Heavenly King's Hall. To the left and right of the courtyard was the second floor of bells and drums. Directly in front was a huge building with ever-burning lights inside. Looking through the light, it was the Mahavira Hall.
Zhitong still did not enter the main hall, and led everyone around the main hall. When they entered the courtyard, it was not small, but the buildings were much lower. There were meditation halls on the left and right, and the central building was much lower than the main hall. When you walked in, you saw the main hall. It's the Dharma Hall.
There was also a stick monk guarding the door of the Dharma hall. Zhitong went up and whispered a few words, and the stick monk let them in.
When I entered the Dharma Hall, I found that although the house was not very tall, it was extremely deep and wide, almost square. The Dharma Hall is where the monks gather to preach sermons in the temple, so it is extremely large.
Sitting on the central seat is an old monk, who must be Zen Master Huijue, the abbot of Shaolin Temple. The first person sitting on the guest seat is a tall man, but he is not a god. Who can he be? But he didn't recognize any of the monks behind him.
The second guest seat was empty, but sitting on the third seat was Demon Cult Damo Jiayihai Apo! Behind him were the two envoys of light and a group of demon cultists. Looking at the wide distance between the host and the guest, there is a ten-foot-square open space in the center. There is an old man standing in the center of the venue. His clothes look similar to those of the monk standing behind the second seat. I guess he is. The official leader of the second seat, but his dress is quite different from that of the chief Nan Shaolin. Jiang Shuo thought to himself: It seems that this person is not from the Shaolin Temple in the north and south, but he looks like a monk. I don’t know which temple he comes from.
The monk was tall and thin. Although his beard and hair were white, his posture was upright and he didn't look like an old man at all. He was standing in the center, looking down on the others. Looking in front of him, he saw a monk sitting cross-legged. Behind him, an old monk put his palms on his back. It seemed that he was healing the monk's wounds.
A middle-aged monk said: "Fei Hongzi, your martial arts also come from Shaolin. Isn't it too cruel to attack Senior Brother Hui Yin today?"
Feihong Zijie standing in the center
Jie Wei smiled and said: "When it comes to martial arts competitions, swords have no eyes, but fists and feet are not guaranteed to be injured. Hui Yin himself is not good at learning, but who is to blame?"
A kind-hearted old monk beside Abbot Huijue slowly spoke: "The previous abbot of the temple, Faru, only taught the Dharma for three years, and he died young at the age of fifty-two..."
Feihongzi curled his lips and said: "Faru practiced Zen but not martial arts. His body and bones were too thin. His untimely death was due to his own shortcomings. Faru's death happened in the first year of Yongchang, right? More than forty years ago. Regarding the matter, Huizhao, are you old and confused? What are you going to do about it today?"
The old monk named Huizhao said: "Huizhao is not an old fool yet. I still remember how Fa Ru was when the Venerable passed away. The Venerable was in good health at that time, but suddenly fell ill and died in the Zen room that night. At that time, I, Liu Li Tang, inspected the body of the leader, and saw a small red spot on the chest. At that time, the leader of Liu Li Hall was suspicious and did not hesitate to offend the leader. However, the post-mortem examination found that the internal organs were intact and the heart was not stabbed by anything. . We didn’t know what was going on back then, and we thought he died suddenly of chest paralysis, but today we found out that it was your masterpiece, Fei Hongzi.”
Fei Hongzi still pretended to be stupid and said, "What kind of masterpiece? Didn't Faru die of chest paralysis himself?"
While they were arguing, they saw the monk sitting on the ground suddenly vomiting blood. Then he raised his right hand and pointed it at Fei Hongzi, shooting a small silver needle from the Shaochong point on the little finger of his right hand. Fei Hongzi turned his head to avoid Fei Hongzi. Needle, said: "Little thief Bald, how can you stab someone in the back?" He is also a monk, but he calls the other person a thief Bald, which is a wonder.
Jiang Shuo was shocked and thought to himself: Why does this flying needle look so much like Luo Xishi's technique? Could it be that this Feihongzi is Luo Xishi’s master?
The monk who forced the flying needle was still doing his exercises cross-legged to resist the poison and had no time to speak. The elderly monk behind him who had just been treating his wounds leapt over his head. His hands were in the shape of eagle claws and he grabbed the top of Fei Hongzi's head. He shouted: "Feihongzi, you are called a senior in vain. It was obviously you who just put the poisonous needle into the palm of Junior Brother Hui Yin. If the rescue had not been carried out in time, the poisonous needle would have reached the heart veins, and he would be like the master. His death is unclear."
Feihongzi said: "Hui Xing, I just talked about a competition, but I didn't say you can't use weapons. My weapon is this thin needle, so why not? Are you afraid of thin needles more than swords?"
Huixing was not as well-educated as Huizhao. He had a very hot temper. Hearing Feihongzi's treachery, he rushed to the door angrily. He stopped arguing, shouted loudly, and grabbed Feihongzi. Feihongzi smiled and moved away. Kai Huixing's fingers and claws then swung his palm towards Hui Xing's face. Taking Hui Yin's lesson as a lesson, Hui Xing did not dare to take Fei Hongzi's palm. He used the Qianjin Drop Kung Fu and his body suddenly fell sharply , avoiding Fei Hongzi's palm, while grabbing his waist and lower abdomen with both hands.
Fei Hongzi easily avoided it, and said with a smile: "Old monk Huizhao, you said I was cruel. See for yourself how cruel Hui Xing is in cutting off children and grandchildren. Are you afraid that you are not inferior to me?" In fact, Hui Xing scratched his lower abdomen. The position is still a few inches above the navel, which is still far from being able to "die off all descendants".
The age span of the monks of the Hui generation is very large. Huizhao, the leader of the Liuli Hall, is over eighty years old. Hui Jue is the junior disciple of the master, about sixty years old. Hui Xing, the leader of the Prajna Hall, is fifty years old. Hui Yin He is a smiling junior brother, only about thirty years old. Therefore, the Buddhist cultivation of the monks of the Hui generation is very different. Hui Xing has a fiery personality, but Hui Zhao is calm and steady. He does not bother to quarrel with Fei Hongzi, but only sneers slightly, but Hui Xing is aroused by Fei Hongzi and becomes even more angry. , one move is as fast as one move, one move is as tight as one move, both claws are like flying, and the afterimages of the fingertips are almost connected into several arcs in the air, approaching Fei Hongzi.
Hui Xing's Eagle Claw Kung Fu was in another level compared to Gao Bujie and Gu Li Pei Luo. Gao Bujie's Eagle Claw Kung Fu was extremely poisonous, and his moves were also very cunning and sinister. Although his moves were ruthless, they were... Low grade; Bone Strength Pei Luo's moves are the masterpiece of past generations of Uyghur martial arts masters in the North. They are characterized by quickness and agility, but the Uyghurs do not pay attention to the lower body skills, so his Falcon Claw Skill can be considered above average, but it is still not top grade; Hui Xing's Eagle Claw Kung Fu is a unique Shaolin skill. It has a solid lower body and various changes on the fingers and palms. It is considered top-grade. If it is practiced to the highest level, it will definitely be the most accomplished among the three claw kung fu.
Jiang Shuo watched from the side, feeling that Shaolin Kung Fu was indeed amazing, and secretly sighing: It's a pity that the Shaolin monk Hui Xing in front of him has such exquisite Kung Fu.
When he fights, he always seems rigid and dogmatic, and not flexible enough. Although there is plenty of internal power in the palm of his hand, most of his moves are sluggish. What's the use if he can't catch Fei Hongzi, who is light and agile?
Jiang Shuo couldn't help but blurt out: "Shaolin Kung Fu is indeed amazing, but it's a pity that the great monk Hui Xing has fallen into the trap of Senior Fei Hongzi. I'm afraid that not only will it be difficult to win, but he may even lose."
As soon as he said this, all the monks in the Dharma Hall looked at him. The wise monks would naturally not act in anger, but the younger monks were already glaring at him.
At this moment, Fei Hongzi suddenly paused for some unknown reason. Hui Xing immediately seized the opportunity, opened his claws and grabbed Fei Hongzi as if he were holding his left and right sides. Unexpectedly, Fei Hongzi's pause was to lure him into taking the bait. The door of Hui Xingzhong was wide open, and Fei Hongzi clicked and flicked the middle finger of his right hand. Everyone stood far away and didn't seem to see anything. However, including Jiang Shuo, people with deep internal energy have the ability to listen to sounds and distinguish qi. They have already It was noticed that Fei Hongzi had shot a needle.
This needle broke the air and made a gentle whistling sound. When Hui Xing realized it, the flying needle had almost hit his right eye. Hui Xing hurriedly shrank his head and hid his head to avoid the needle, but after all, it was too far away. Although he saved his eyes this time, he could not completely avoid the flying needle. There was a soft "click" sound, and the needle had pierced his forehead. The human skull is the hardest, and the needle did not penetrate the forehead bone. , but its poison penetrated into the brain more easily, so he didn't dare to lift it up, and hurriedly jumped backwards, retreated several feet, and sat on the ground to use his martial arts to resist the poison.
Feihongzi did not pursue him, but returned to the center and stood still, saying: "I, the first ancestor of Shaolin, Bodhidharma, is such a hero. How could it be that in the hands of useless people like you, my seventy-two unique skills have become like this?" appearance?"
