Chapter 2 Chapter 1 Wild Monk
That mournful cry resounded in front of the gate of Shaolin Temple on Shaoshi Mountain.
It was some baby crying loudly.However, there was a faint deep vibration in that voice, it didn't sound like weeping from hunger or fear, it was more like roaring.
The crying had been going on for a long time, but the baby showed no sign of being tired or resting.Several monks and young novice monks standing in front of the mountain gate seemed at a loss.
The winter this year was extremely cold.The baby's mother wrapped her son in the only winter clothes she had, and she was only wearing a thin dress. Although she was a strong peasant woman, she couldn't help shaking.
The monk covered his ears with both hands, and carefully looked at the baby boy wrapped in a thin cotton coat. Even though he was a monk, he couldn't help but frown upon seeing it.The baby has just turned three months, and has a thin and small body. The strange thing is that the whole body is covered with black and dense hair. Even the ears and cheeks seem to be covered with a lot of beard, which is not obvious at first glance. It is a human, which makes people mistake it for a newborn dog.
The strange baby was still crying, and with a little furry hand, it was desperately clutching the clothes on the mother's chest.While the mother was crying, she wanted to use all her strength to struggle, but the child's fingers were surprisingly strong, and she still couldn't get rid of him.
The monk also tried to help pull the baby's arm, but he couldn't pull it away. He was too hard and afraid of hurting the baby, so he was helpless for a while.
It is not uncommon for the poor peasants at the foot of the mountain to send their children to the Shaolin Temple because of their inability to raise them. It is also inevitable for the children to be separated from their parents and cry to death.But this is the first time this situation has happened.
The cry was so loud that it echoed endlessly in the mountains, and it might have reached the temple halls above.The monk guarding the door was afraid that the crying would disturb the monks' homework in the temple, and he would blame the elders, so he said to the mother: "Tanyue, why don't you take him down the mountain first...and then send him up when he is older..."
The peasant woman was so anxious that she almost knelt down, and she couldn't cry.Her husband just died of illness last month, and many of the seven children in the family are too young to support her.Three women and one man had already been given up for adoption, and only the youngest who was born to be scary was left. No one wanted anything, and she couldn't think of any other way except to send her to a monastery.
"Master, please bring the scissors." She barely held back her tears and said, "I'll just cut the clothes off."
This kind of indecent incident happened in front of the Shaolin Mountain Gate, if it is misreported, it will greatly damage the reputation of the temple.
The monk was hesitating, but he saw someone walking down the stone steps behind him.They took a closer look at the figure in cassock and holding a Zen staff. It was none other than Zen Master Bendu, the abbot of Shaolin Temple.
Several monks put their palms together and bowed their heads quickly, feeling very frightened in their hearts—the abbot came down to inspect such a trivial matter in person, he must blame the annoying crying.
Zen Master Bendu's steps were very steady, the Zen staff was only lightly tapped to the ground, and he didn't need to use it to borrow strength; his burly body, not yet fifty years old, stood up straight, and his broad chest and shoulders swelled up the monk's robes; Apart from the ring scar, there are two or three deep scars on Yan Yan's head and face, all of which are left from practicing martial arts in the temple when he was young.
Despite such a good-looking figure and dignified gait, Bendu does not give people the slightest sense of domineering oppression, but is like a big tree that can walk: solid and strong, but it can tolerate and shade everything.
The monks looked behind the host again, and there were still several people coming down.It turned out that it was Wen Seng, the elder Master Cheng, with two disciples supporting him.Liaocheng is Bendu's uncle, besides the former Master Zhang Liaoheng who has retired, he is the highest seniority in Shaolin Temple today.The monks shrank into a ball in shock when they saw it.
Bendu stepped forward to look at the hairy baby, his half-white eyebrows raised.
"Poor child..." Bendu stretched out his palm with five fingers that had been worn out from Shaolin's "Iron Sand Palm" practice, and gently stroked the top of the baby's head.
Although the palm is protruding and full of thick calluses, but the touch is extremely light and delicate, which faintly shows that Bendu's martial arts has reached the state of "from rigidity to softness".
Soothed by the warm palm, the baby is still crying, holding the small fist on the breast of the mother's chest, and seems to hold it even tighter.
Master Liaocheng also came to the boy, looking down at his crying face with a pair of benevolent eyes.
"It's over, let go."
Liao Cheng said something softly.
The baby's crying stopped suddenly, and the mouth around Mao finally closed.The five fingers holding the clothes also loosened.
Liao Cheng stretched out a pair of skinny hands like bird claws.After looking into his clear eyes for a while, the peasant woman put away her sorrow and put the baby boy in his arms.
The baby boy, who had stopped crying, looked at Liao Cheng who was holding him at this moment. There was no trace of fear of strangers in his eyes, and his eyes were fixed like an adult.
Liao Cheng handed over the baby boy to his nephew.
"Bendu, after this child passes away, you will shave it yourself."
Bendu took the child respectfully, feeling very strange in his heart.
After Liao Cheng finished speaking, he asked his two disciples to support him, and climbed up the stairs to go back up the mountain.Before he left, he added:
"Although this son is stubborn, he was born with a heart of insight, and he will prove extraordinary in the future."
After half a year, the strange lanugo hair on the boy's body gradually fell off by itself, and he was no different from a normal baby again.
He returned to Shaolin Temple at the age of five, and the abbot Ben Du personally accepted him as a disciple. He was ranked according to the seventy-two characters of Shaolin, and he was the "Yuan" character generation.
At the age of seven, he formally chanted sutras and paid homage to the Buddha, and at the same time began to practice Shaolin martial arts.Shaolin Temple emphasizes that "Chan and martial arts are the same", even monks should not neglect their meditation homework. If they are lazy, they are forbidden to practice martial arts, so as to prevent them from blindly fighting for victory.After two full years, this child failed to recite the most basic scriptures, and often dozed off when sitting in meditation and listening to lectures; Competing with peers and even seniors, many fellow students are also afraid of him.
Master Bendu punished him many times to practice martial arts, but he always excused him by Master Chengtai: "Leave him alone. This child should not be taught like other people."
After listening to the words of Grand Master Uncle, the children sometimes pick up the scriptures and read them automatically.Although in the end, I still didn't understand how many scriptures.
At the age of twenty-two, he passed the highest trial of Shaolin martial arts "Wooden Man Alley", and opened the scorching cauldron at the exit of the alley with his arms, so the imprint of "Left Green Dragon · Right White Tiger" was branded on the inside of his arms. It is the mark of Shaolin masters.Shaolin is the youngest person to get this brand in hundreds of years, and he is the fourth.
Before the branding marks healed, he knelt down in the "Diamond Hall" on the same day and asked the abbot master to allow him to practice Shaolin Township Treasure.Three days later, it was Liao Cheng who spoke for him again, and was awarded a pair of bronze armor and a hexagonal iron cudgel inlaid with eyebrows.
At the age of twenty-four, from the mouth of the martial arts who went up the mountain to pay homage, he learned of the violent storms in the martial arts in recent years.
A month later, he left Shaoshi Mountain alone, with only two words in mind:
Wudang.
The half of the face of the Yasha evil god cast in copper is extremely ferocious and terrifying; each piece of body armor inlaid with copper plates is also full of shocking abrasions and chiseling marks. However, at this moment, in the eyes of the 200 villagers in Cheqian Village, Jiangxi Province, this golden-red figure reflected in the sunlight was no different from a Bodhisattva living Buddha descending from the earth, and everyone felt an urge to kneel down and worship. Monk Yuan was wearing a full set of "half body bronze armor", his right hand was raised upside down and his eyebrow stick was slanted to his side, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Erhan, who was ten feet away. Under the sunlight, Erhan's deep-lined face looked gloomy, his eyes were no longer indifferent like a dead fish, and he stared excitedly at his companion Han Sidao who was trampled by Yuanxing. Erhan's arms crossed quickly in front of him, holding the double hilts at his waist left and right, and guarded against this wild monk who appeared out of nowhere. Han Sidao lay on his back, half of his originally fair face was swollen high by Yuan Xing's punch, the color changed from purple to black, his thin eyes turned white, white foam came out from the corner of his mouth.He was breathing very shallowly, and seemed to have lost half of his life. For the ten art masters standing behind Erhan, their previous ferocious and domineering expressions naturally disappeared long ago, and they were all stunned with unbelievable expressions. ——In their minds, not only Bolong Shu Wang himself, but also several "flag guard" adults who were appointed by Shu Wang, are like earth demon stars that ordinary people can't touch; The moment he couldn't see clearly, he was beaten to the ground half dead! One of Shu Wang's disciples holding a large stack of "transformation talismans" unconsciously let go of his fingers in shock, and the paper talismans dropped from his hand, flying like fallen leaves in the wind. Several pieces of paper talismans were blown onto Erhan.He remained motionless, still maintaining the posture of drawing his sword at any time, but he was secretly crying in his heart: ——What kind of bad luck happened?How could this happen two days in a row? Yuan Xing guarded against Erhan and the others, and at the same time observed the surrounding situation.When he saw many weeping villagers, and saw many large cloth bags hanging beside the saddles of the horses led by Shu Wangzhong, he knew that there was nothing good in front of him--Han Sidao's sudden plot was a clear proof. ——Bringing so many bags, is it robbery? ... The four horse thieves who were captured by Yuanxing and forced to pull the cart had stopped struggling frantically.Originally, they had seen the frightening Bolongshu king's followers, and wanted to escape desperately; unexpectedly, this evil monk knocked down a leader of the opponent with a single punch. This kind of martial arts, they used to even Never imagined. ——We survived under his hands... It is simply the blessing of three generations of ancestors! One of the horse thieves grabbed a piece of "transformation talisman" that floated in and looked at it. He couldn't help but murmured, "I've heard... catch 'You Nu', so it's true..." Yuan Xing's mind is far from his simple and honest appearance, this sentence has not escaped his ears. "Say it quickly." He raised his eyebrows. The horse thief was full of remorse, and looked around in fear, thinking that this monk would be more difficult to offend, Tun Tun's Adam's apple said: "Those cloth bags... are used to hold human heads, it seems that they have to sacrifice their lives for some kind of ceremony. deceased……" Yuanxing glanced at the size and number of bags, and at the number of villagers. — not robbery.It's Tucun. His pair of round and big eyes narrowed instantly. ——This time, there is no mistake! At first, Yuanxing came to Jiangxi by mistake because he was following Yan Qingtong; then he accidentally heard that there were "Wudang disciples" here, and he went south to search purely out of curiosity. He never thought that the so-called "Wudang disciples" he found were so evil only. Yuan Xing concluded at a glance: Although there were eleven people on the opposite side, the only one who could be called an enemy was this yellow-bearded man with two swords and an appearance that did not look like a Han Chinese. Although Erhan was greatly surprised by Han Sidao being knocked down, after all, he had been taught by King Bolongshu for several years, and his posture was not shaken by emotions. There is no subtle state of slack, and he can draw his sword at high speed; his legs and knees are slightly squatted, like a leopard pounced at any time. Roundness shows that this person is indeed not weak.If this kind of kung fu has not gone through countless life and death struggles, it must have been passed down by a famous family. "Collecting heads?..." Yuan Xing sneered at Erhan: "Did you know? I have met real Wudang disciples...I am sure you are fakes." As he spoke, he raised the head of his stick and pointed it at Erhan's face. "Wudang disciples won't do such boring things." After hearing this, Erhan's eyes returned to the dead and lifeless eyes that seemed to ignore all life in the past. Extremely cold, in fact, it shows the raging anger in his heart. ——Are you saying that the Wudang School’s unique skills taught to me by His Majesty Shu Wangji are fake? For Erhan, this is tantamount to denying his life. At this time, there was a muffled cry.It was Han Sidao on the ground. It turned out that Yuan Xing's foot on his chest unconsciously intensified.Rather than saying that it was Han Sidao who called out, it was better to say that the pressure forced the air out of his chest. Roundness of anger is no less than that of Erhan.Especially after seeing Erhan's martial arts level. This kind of martial arts is used to intimidate and mutilate ordinary people—in this round world, this is an unimaginably despicable thing! Han Sidao's chest and ribs cracked. Erhan became even more angry when he heard this: Although he has a bad relationship with Han Sidao, the other party is the "deputy guard flag" chosen by the king of Shu himself. Direct insult! Yesterday morning in Luling County, he chose to run away without shame, because the other party had five. However, there is only one opponent in front of him today. ——If I can’t bring these “you slaves” back today, am I still the “flag guard” of the Wuyijiao? Annihilation of impermanence, death is nothing to fear. Serve God with sincerity, missionary great power. Erhan's eyes changed again, this time revealing a look of madness. Roundness raised his eyebrows again.He clearly felt that Erhan's posture exuded a stronger momentum. Yuan Xing had seen similar eyes before: the man who died in his arms like a walking corpse. ——E'erhan didn't accept the "Fangxian San", but relied on his belief in Bolongshu King to motivate himself.The effect is the same as yesterday when he recited mantras to his followers in the county seat. Erhan grinned open two rows of teeth.The yellow beard fluttered. Yuan Xing felt the fighting spirit scattered by the enemy, and immediately reacted accordingly. The two started almost at the same instant. On Erhan's belt is a pair of ancient Xianglong school swords, which are unsheathed in a staggered left and right direction.His body bent forward, almost in a straight line, and he threw out with all his strength! Yuan Xing used Han Sidao's body as a pedal, stepping on his chest with his bronze armored left leg and leaping forward.As Han Sidao vomited blood in pain, his round and thick body shot out like a cannonball. The head of the hexagonal stick, to take Erhan's face! Erhan's twin swords have also been completed, using the "Wudang Power Sword" bestowed by Bo Longshu King, the left sword is placed obliquely above the head, and the right sword cuts the round neck horizontally! Both of them leaped fiercely, the distance of ten feet shortened in the blink of an eye, and the swords and sticks were handed over quickly! Erhan's move of "Positive Sword" is to break through the front, relying on the left sword on the head to prop up the round stabbing stick, and at the same time slash with the right sword, even eliminating and striking to win; Eyebrow Stick, already felt a very strong force, like overwhelming mountains and seas, not only the left sword could not move the stick, but the force of the stick overwhelmed him, affecting the posture and coordination of his whole body, even the right sword could not be cut out for a while . Just in the confrontation of weapons, the rigidity of the roundness is enough to penetrate into the opponent's body frame, as if nailing Erhan in place! ——this kind of power... Erhan didn't have time to be surprised, he already felt his left sword being pressed down, the hexagonal stick was eating the blade, and still pierced from the center line! Erhan resolutely changed the direction of his right sword, also put it on the eyebrow-level stick, combined with the force of crossing the two swords and raised it violently, only then did he resist the strong force of the stick. Roundness's "sleeve piercing gesture" is performed by jumping in the air. In order to ensure the strongest attack distance, both right hand and right foot are in front.At this time, the strength of the stabbing stick was exhausted, and as soon as he landed on the ground, he stepped forward with his left foot. At the same time, he pulled out his left hand like a paddle, and swept out the iron-clad head of the other end, "crossing the sword". Swipe Erhan's right shoulder! ——From the long-distance javelin-like straight stab just now, it instantly transformed into a close-up sweep, and the left and right ends can be used freely, which is the beauty of this double-ended brow stick. Facing the opponent's horizontal sweep, Erhan could have turned the double swords into a straight thrust to counterattack, and used the strategy of "breaking the horizontal with the straight" to force the roundness away. But there was a gleam in front of his eyes. It turned out that Yuan Xing turned his left foot forward at this moment, and the entire left half of his body was protected by a bronze armor. The iron wall that can move in front of him is pressing head-on towards Erhan! Having seen the strength of roundness when receiving the move earlier, Erhan dared not touch head-on. While dodging with his upper body leaning back, his lower legs performed the Wudang light kung fu footwork taught by the king of surgery, and retreated at a clever angle to avoid the attack. Get this body-sweeping stick! Erhan retreated, but Yuan Xing didn't step up to chase after him. He just swung the eyebrow-qi stick half a circle along the sweeping momentum, and at the same time, his palms slid over the stick, and instantly changed from holding the middle part of the stick with both hands to holding the stick At the end of the tail, using the advantage of the stick being more than five feet long, it swept out again, this time changing to attack the lower road, "Oolong Turning the River" to kill Erhan's retreating knees! ——The advantage of long weapons is that there is no need to change the height of the stance, and the front of the weapon can cover the enemy's whole body from head to toe! Erhan suddenly felt that there was a threat coming from the lower road, and was amazed at the speed of the enemy's change of attack. He couldn't care less about face anymore. His hands were spread wide to keep his balance, and he looked very embarrassed. The long stick sweeps the sand and dust close to the ground, like scythe mowing grass. The eyesight of the onlookers was not enough to catch the fast stick, and they saw an afterimage scraping across the ground with an extremely sharp sound. For a moment, they had the illusion that the wooden stick in Yuan Xing's hand had turned into a sharp blade at some point. Yuan Xing took the opportunity to rush forward to pursue, his hands turned into a close-quarters bunt grip again, a lunge went straight towards the middle of Erhan, two punches rushed forward as if pushing out, and pressed the center of Erhan's throat with the center of the stick neck! After all, Erhan practiced swordsmanship hard for a long time, and he quickly regained his balance on horseback. Seeing the attack with the pressing stick, he immediately erected his two swords, placed them in two characters on his chest, and only held the stick against it! The two became close and confronted each other with force, the three weapons squeezed tightly, and their heads and faces were immediately less than two feet apart. Erhan felt Yuan Xing's avalanche-like power rushing in unrelentingly.He struggled to lock the joints of his arms tightly, and he barely resisted. Erhan took a close look at Yuan Xing, and found that although Yuan Xing had a messy beard, he actually looked very young. This kind of fist and stick kung fu.And be a monk.Erhan no longer had any doubts in his heart. "Shaolin?" Yuanxing smiled and replied: "Wudang?" Yuan Xing's smile was full of contempt. It means: You are considered Wudang like this? This crossed the bottom line of dignity in Erhan's heart. Yuan Xing suddenly felt that the resistance on the stick disappeared.Instead, there is a pulling force like glue. Erhan's twin swords have changed their momentum, from pushing forward to bringing them down obliquely. The technique of "introducing failure". "Tai Chi Sword". The round eyebrow-level stick was suddenly brought to Erhan's side by the sticky swords, and he lost the aim of attacking! Erhan changed again and again, his right sword was still draped over the center of the long stick and brought down, but his left sword had already moved away, using the shortest straight line and with the smallest movements, he stabbed flatly at Yuanxing's right eye! The sudden change in the close combat, the sharp edge of the ancient sword stabs at a very close distance, and the roundness seems to have no room to dodge—— At this moment, Yuanxing was grateful to a person: Wudang "Soldier Crow Way" master, Shang Shiro. All because of the battle with Shang Shiro in Xi'an, Yuan Xing has long been no stranger to "Tai Chi".As soon as Erhan launched his double swords into strength, he knew what was going on. — Any master will tell you how important it is to "know" in a duel of their level. In the blink of an eye, Erhan was overjoyed.Because he thrust out his left hand with a sword, he felt the sensation of success from the hilt. ——I defeated the Shaolin monks! That joy made him ignore the tiny difference in the touch: what the sword tip pierced was something harder than any part of the human body. It turned out that Yuanxing had already caught the stabbing sword's coming momentum, he turned his head slightly, and blocked the sword with the forehead of the Yasha copper mask on the left half! Erhan's momentary uncontrollable joy turned into a fatal mistake: in order to give full play to the "Tai Chi"'s subtle kung fu that "cannot be added by a feather", one must have the ability to survive in the sea of swords and blood and thousands of troops. Once the unmoved heart is blocked by emotions such as fear, hesitation, pride, contempt, etc., it is impossible to completely let go of the keen senses to sense the flow of the enemy's power. ——Just like in the first battle in Xi'an, Gui Danlei met Yin Yingchuan's gossip sword and remained unchanged, which was the key to his victory. This alone shows that Erhan's "Tai Chi" is still not ready. Erhan suddenly found out that he hadn't succeeded, the sword in his right hand hastily continued to draw the round stick downwards, in case he could strike back with the stick. But it's useless.The blockage at that moment had already weakened his transformation energy; what's more, he was not such a master of "one mind and two purposes" like Yao Lianzhou, and the stabbing sword in his left hand also affected the movement of his right sword. The arc of turning strength is no longer round. The eyebrow-qi stick is out of the control of "Tai Chi". If the person who uses "Tai Chi" loses control, it is tantamount to failure. Erhan's Huajin does not rely on his eyes, but only on the touch of the sword to determine the location of the opponent's eyebrow-level stick; now that the stick has "disappeared" to nowhere, he can only do one thing in fear: Tighten all the muscles in your body, ready to receive the blow. A fiery pain like being whipped hit the left rib, and Erhan spit out a mouthful of bitterness as if he had been electrocuted! Fortunately, he had the self-motivation method of changing things to reduce the pain, he let out a strong breath and flew back at full speed, and at the same time danced the double sword flower in front of him, trying to stop the circular pursuit—— Yuan Xing didn't have to start to chase, he bent his knees on the spot and turned into a deep forward lunge, holding the tail of the stick in his right hand and dashing forward, the stick body spit out from the copper boxer in his left hand! The hexagonal iron rod passed through the tiny gap between the pair of sword flowers, as accurately as a poisonous snake leaping and biting, Erhan's sternum broke easily, and his yellow beard was dyed red with a "wow"! This blow also broke Erhan's self-confidence as a warrior. Roundness, every move, every style of boxing and stick are simple and simple, but it shows Shaolin Zhengzong's pure and vigorous superior style, completely relying on frontal speed, strength, momentum and spirit to surpass the opponent. Heart is upright, boxing is upright. In the eyes of Erhan, who was vomiting blood and retreating at the moment, this Shaolin monk was like a solid rock with no weak points. If it was purely a contest between warriors, the winner would have been decided by this time.But roundness has no intention of stopping.When he thought of those big cloth bags and the terrified faces of those two hundred villagers, he had no reason to respect this enemy. The eyes under the half copper mask are as cold as ice. This is cruel, but at the same time it shows the purest compassion. Eliminate evil for all beings. Yuan Xing stepped up to the right step on the thorn stick, and then jumped up, holding the end of the stick with both hands and raising it above the head, using the "Kinna Luo King stick" to "cut the mountain step by step", gather all the strength of the whole body, and use all the eyebrows With the full length of the stick, swing it towards Erhan's top door! Erhan raised a pair of ancient swords to the top of his head, as if he wanted to "bring in and fail" again. At the most dangerous moment, he instinctively relied on the most trusted "Tai Chi Sword". ——But Yuan Xing already has the experience of dueling with the authentic "Tai Chi" of Wudang.In his eyes, Erhan's swords are nothing more than half-baked "pseudo-Tai Chi". When Erhan was in good condition yesterday, he still couldn't safely dispel Jing Li's Japanese sword slash, not to mention facing him with considerable roundness at this moment. Although the arc of the "Little Chaos Ring" of this "Tai Chi Sword" can be connected to the eyebrow-level stick, the chopping force of the stick is too fierce and strong, and the sword move can barely move it sideways by two points—— The rolled cloth scarf on Erhan's head was smashed by the eyebrow-qi stick in an instant! His pair of lifeless eyes turned white at the same time, his tongue stretched out, his two swords were dropped, his body collapsed like a torn cloth bag! Yuan Xing dragged his blood-stained eyebrow stick upside down, standing in front of Erhan who had only his last breath left. He was full of murderous looks, and the villagers knelt down uncontrollably, staring at him with admiration. The rest of the ten art masters were so surprised that they couldn't breathe. The two "flag guards" who they regarded as magic stars fell at the feet of this wild monk one after another within less than a cup of tea time. Yuan Xing looked down at Erhan, whose eyes were absent and whose hands and feet were still struggling slowly. "It's so pitiful. The 'Tai Chi' you learned is a lie." Yuan Xing looked at his face that kept bleeding from his head, and couldn't help but say it, regardless of whether he could still hear it or not. "If I'm not wrong, the person who taught you is still practicing, just using you to test his skills. You can't beat a real hero with this set of skills you have learned." Erhan showed a painful expression, and he didn't know whether it was because of his serious injury, or because he felt regret knowing that the "Wudang unique knowledge" he had practiced for many years was just a fake. His eyes and sights are wandering, it seems that he can no longer see the roundness, he can only identify his location by his voice, and he stretches out his left hand as if to feel for him. Erhan's body is already very weak, but he still has the strength to do one thing. Pull the mechanism hidden in the wrist vein with your fingers. Something shot out from the wide sleeve of his five-color strange robe! Yuan Xing stood very close, and seeing the foreign object flying in front of him, he quickly raised his left hand without the stick! He could have knocked the thing flying with one punch, but this moment felt wrong. ——Yuan Xing grew up in Shaolin Temple since he was a child, and he has only been involved in the Jianghu for a short time. At this time, he did not make judgments based on experience, but because of his pure heart, he has a very keen intuition for evil. Halfway through, his left fist turned into a dragon claw hand, and he accurately grasped the flying thing in his palm! Erhan seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength, and his left arm fell limply and remained motionless. He will never be able to eat the chicken drumsticks that he robbed again.And never kill again. Han Sidao, who was still foaming at the other end of the clearing, ended up living a little longer than Erhan. Roundness spread out his left hand to see what he had caught. It was a small cyan wax pellet. The wax skin was not too thick from the outside, and it would break if it was bumped. Only one side was pasted with several layers of paper, which was made thicker and harder. of. With a hand wearing heavy bronze armor, Yuan Xing was able to grab the wax ball with the "dragon-shaped" probing claw technique in "Shaolin Five Fists" without any damage. It can be seen that apart from his strong fist and stick, There is also delicate kung fu in the hands. ——After competing with Shang Shiro's "Tai Chi" boxing knife, Yuan Xing has deliberately practiced grappling skills on the road for the past six months, in order to make up for the shortcomings of close combat at that time. Seeing the wax pill in Yuanxing's hand, the surrounding Shu kings exclaimed: This thing is nothing but the terrifying secret poison "Yunphosphorus Killing" that killed dozens of people in Luling County yesterday. ! If Yuanxing swung at it just now, or dodged to let it fall through, the highly poisonous powder mist would disperse, and everyone in Cheqian Village, both the enemy and us, would not be able to save them at this moment. Seeing the terrified faces of those art kings staring at "Yunlin Kill", Yuanxing knew that this thing was not simple; recalling that Han Sidao had dipped medicine on the blade of his sword to try to plot against him just now, Yuanxing even guessed that this thing is drug. "Is it highly poisonous?" Yuan Xing gently held the wax pellet between two fingers, and asked those art masters a step forward. Seeing that he was holding the "Cloud Phosphorus Killer" so recklessly, all the Shu kings gasped.One of them couldn't help but whispered: "Don't break it..." Yuanxing nodded, took out a sweat towel from the inside of the monk's robe, wrapped it with wax pills, and put it in his arms. The Shu kings breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, and then looked at Erhan and Han Sidao on the ground, and suddenly realized what kind of situation they were in.The eyebrow-level stick in Yuan Xing's hand was still dripping blood from the head of the iron-studded stick.They couldn't help backing away with chills. "Monk, it seems a bit strange to say such a thing..." Yuan Xing scratched the eyebrow that was not covered by the mask: "But I really can't find a reason not to kill you all." The legs of the ten Shu kings trembled when they heard this, and the prestige of rampaging in Luling and wanton robbery and killing on weekdays has been lost to nowhere.Two of them became incontinent and urinated on the spot. Just now they have seen roundness as fast as a beast.Running away is not an option. ——Perhaps if ten people ran away together, a few people would survive.But who is willing to take the risk of being the bait for others to escape? Just like the previous villagers in Cheqian, ten of them were also locked in place by Terrorist Town and did not dare to escape, but now their identities have been changed.On weekdays, they sang the lyrics of "there is no fear of death", and shouted slogans along with everyone at the festival and banquet. Once death is really imminent, not everyone can follow this sacred teaching.The power of the King of Shu has always been unfavorable in the past, and many believers and disciples were bathed in ecstasy and desire; but now the situation has reversed, and under the threat of the righteous Shaolin monks, their beliefs have collapsed. The round fingers kept tapping on the forehead of half of the mask, looking very distressed. "What should I do? It's very difficult for me to kill those who dare not resist; do you want me to let you go? I'm sorry for the people here. How do I know, will you take those few with you again in two days? Come back with a big cloth bag?" The Shu kings hurriedly waved their hands and shook their heads, some stammered and argued: "No...no! Never..." "How about this..." Yuan Xing said, and suddenly threw the eyebrow-level stick at them with one hand, and one of the disciples of King Shu grasped the stick firmly with both hands. ——Throwing the weapon to the enemy without any scruples, his confidence and arrogance made everyone present speechless. "Each of you breaks off one arm and one leg, leave your weapons and roll away." After Yuanxing finished speaking, he ignored them, turned his head and walked towards the four horse thieves he had captured in Hengxi Village. The four of them couldn't help but rejoice when they looked at the Shu kings who were stunned on the spot.Although they risked their lives to become bandits because of their hard life, but because of a bit of conscience, they did not vote for the insane Bolongshu King, otherwise today it would not be as simple as being forced to pull a wooden cart. Yuan Xing came over, took off half of Yaksha's mask and stuffed it into the belt of the armor, the thick bearded face disappeared at this moment.He stretched out his hands to loosen the ropes around the necks of the four. "Compared to those guys, you seem to be less hateful." Yuanxing threw the rope aside: "There is no need to go to the Yamen. You can go. What happens in the future is my own destiny." The four looked at the weird monk in surprise for a while.At this time, a painful cry came from behind Yuanxing.The Shu kings began beating each other's hands and legs with sticks. At this moment, the four of them were extremely excited, and they knelt down towards Yuanxing at the same time like the villagers, kowtowed deeply, and then ran away without a word. —They haven't been thieves since.One went home to guard the thin field of his parents; the other became an apprentice to a podiatrist; the other two went to Guangdong together, and made a fortune in business more than ten years later. Roundness turned to look at the villagers in front of the car.They were still kneeling one by one.Frowning roundly, he scratched his short, thick, weed-like hair. "What's wrong?... It was like this again before. Do you Ji'an people have such a custom that you have to kneel when you see a monk?" As he spoke, he stepped forward to help an old peasant woman. "I would like to ask: Does anyone in your village know how to shave their heads?" "Wooden Man Alley" is the highest trial of Shaolin martial arts. Only those who pass the test can be regarded as official Shaolin "temple guard monks and soldiers", who can be assigned personal weapons and allowed to learn more advanced Shaolin martial arts. "Wooden Man Alley" itself is the mysterious land of Shaolin, and its secrets are not disclosed to outsiders of the temple. As a result, many fanciful and untrue legends have arisen. It is even said that the "Wooden Figures" are two rows of powerful dolls driven by organs, and they will come into the alley. People automatically attack Yunyun. The real "Wooden Man Alley" is a cave corridor with a total length of twelve feet and an average width of one foot. One hundred and eight monks were guarding, and one by one they fought with the subjects who entered.In order to avoid serious injuries, both the subject and the guard will wear armor of wooden planks and thick cotton cloth on the vital parts of the heart, chest, back, and neck, so they are called "wooden men". Although it is not necessary for the monks to be tested to knock down all the 108 "wooden men", it is still extremely difficult to break through the interceptions of more than a hundred opponents one by one. The average passing time for a short distance of twelve feet is One hour (two hours), continuous fighting and physical exertion, every opponent is fresh and energetic, in addition to the test of martial arts attainments, it is also an absolute test of physical will. When the monks under test reached the end of the "Wooden Man Alley", there was a heated cauldron furnace blocking the entrance of the alley. There were patterns of dragons and tigers cast on the left and right sides of the furnace. Can pass the customs, so the imprint of "Left Green Dragon Right White Tiger" will be branded on the inner forearm, which is a proof of experiencing the essence of Shaolin martial arts. Shaolin monks not only understand Buddhism through martial arts training, but also shoulder the important task of protecting Shaolin Temple, and among the "Temple Guardian Monks", the "Eighteen Bronze Men" are the highest level. The "Eighteen Bronze Man Formation" is the treasure of Shaolin martial arts. Its creation is based on the "Eighteen Arhat Hands", "Iron Clothes Vajra Kung Fu" and "Kinna Luo King Cudgel". Exercising, fists and sticks cooperate with each other seamlessly to exert extremely powerful multiplication power.Each "Bronze Man" can be equipped with different shapes of copper-inlaid iron armor according to his martial arts expertise. For example, some are equipped with half of the body, and some are only equipped with hands and legs, all in order to display the kung fu that different monks are good at. There are nearly 800 disciples of monks in Shaolin Temple, and of course there are more than eighteen "Eighteen Bronze Men". In fact, there are three teams of "Eighteen Bronze Men" standing in the temple, which can replace each other.
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The half of the face of the Yasha evil god cast in copper is extremely ferocious and terrifying; each piece of body armor inlaid with copper plates is also full of shocking abrasions and chiseling marks. However, at this moment, in the eyes of the 200 villagers in Cheqian Village, Jiangxi Province, this golden-red figure reflected in the sunlight was no different from a Bodhisattva living Buddha descending from the earth, and everyone felt an urge to kneel down and worship. Monk Yuan was wearing a full set of "half body bronze armor", his right hand was raised upside down and his eyebrow stick was slanted to his side, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Erhan, who was ten feet away. Under the sunlight, Erhan's deep-lined face looked gloomy, his eyes were no longer indifferent like a dead fish, and he stared excitedly at his companion Han Sidao who was trampled by Yuanxing. Erhan's arms crossed quickly in front of him, holding the double hilts at his waist left and right, and guarded against this wild monk who appeared out of nowhere. Han Sidao lay on his back, half of his originally fair face was swollen high by Yuan Xing's punch, the color changed from purple to black, his thin eyes turned white, white foam came out from the corner of his mouth.He was breathing very shallowly, and seemed to have lost half of his life. For the ten art masters standing behind Erhan, their previous ferocious and domineering expressions naturally disappeared long ago, and they were all stunned with unbelievable expressions. ——In their minds, not only Bolong Shu Wang himself, but also several "flag guard" adults who were appointed by Shu Wang, are like earth demon stars that ordinary people can't touch; The moment he couldn't see clearly, he was beaten to the ground half dead! One of Shu Wang's disciples holding a large stack of "transformation talismans" unconsciously let go of his fingers in shock, and the paper talismans dropped from his hand, flying like fallen leaves in the wind. Several pieces of paper talismans were blown onto Erhan.He remained motionless, still maintaining the posture of drawing his sword at any time, but he was secretly crying in his heart: ——What kind of bad luck happened?How could this happen two days in a row? Yuan Xing guarded against Erhan and the others, and at the same time observed the surrounding situation.When he saw many weeping villagers, and saw many large cloth bags hanging beside the saddles of the horses led by Shu Wangzhong, he knew that there was nothing good in front of him--Han Sidao's sudden plot was a clear proof. ——Bringing so many bags, is it robbery? ... The four horse thieves who were captured by Yuanxing and forced to pull the cart had stopped struggling frantically.Originally, they had seen the frightening Bolongshu king's followers, and wanted to escape desperately; unexpectedly, this evil monk knocked down a leader of the opponent with a single punch. This kind of martial arts, they used to even Never imagined. ——We survived under his hands... It is simply the blessing of three generations of ancestors! One of the horse thieves grabbed a piece of "transformation talisman" that floated in and looked at it. He couldn't help but murmured, "I've heard... catch 'You Nu', so it's true..." Yuan Xing's mind is far from his simple and honest appearance, this sentence has not escaped his ears. "Say it quickly." He raised his eyebrows. The horse thief was full of remorse, and looked around in fear, thinking that this monk would be more difficult to offend, Tun Tun's Adam's apple said: "Those cloth bags... are used to hold human heads, it seems that they have to sacrifice their lives for some kind of ceremony. deceased……" Yuanxing glanced at the size and number of bags, and at the number of villagers. — not robbery.It's Tucun. His pair of round and big eyes narrowed instantly. ——This time, there is no mistake! At first, Yuanxing came to Jiangxi by mistake because he was following Yan Qingtong; then he accidentally heard that there were "Wudang disciples" here, and he went south to search purely out of curiosity. He never thought that the so-called "Wudang disciples" he found were so evil only. Yuan Xing concluded at a glance: Although there were eleven people on the opposite side, the only one who could be called an enemy was this yellow-bearded man with two swords and an appearance that did not look like a Han Chinese. Although Erhan was greatly surprised by Han Sidao being knocked down, after all, he had been taught by King Bolongshu for several years, and his posture was not shaken by emotions. There is no subtle state of slack, and he can draw his sword at high speed; his legs and knees are slightly squatted, like a leopard pounced at any time. Roundness shows that this person is indeed not weak.If this kind of kung fu has not gone through countless life and death struggles, it must have been passed down by a famous family. "Collecting heads?..." Yuan Xing sneered at Erhan: "Did you know? I have met real Wudang disciples...I am sure you are fakes." As he spoke, he raised the head of his stick and pointed it at Erhan's face. "Wudang disciples won't do such boring things." After hearing this, Erhan's eyes returned to the dead and lifeless eyes that seemed to ignore all life in the past. Extremely cold, in fact, it shows the raging anger in his heart. ——Are you saying that the Wudang School’s unique skills taught to me by His Majesty Shu Wangji are fake? For Erhan, this is tantamount to denying his life. At this time, there was a muffled cry.It was Han Sidao on the ground. It turned out that Yuan Xing's foot on his chest unconsciously intensified.Rather than saying that it was Han Sidao who called out, it was better to say that the pressure forced the air out of his chest. Roundness of anger is no less than that of Erhan.Especially after seeing Erhan's martial arts level. This kind of martial arts is used to intimidate and mutilate ordinary people—in this round world, this is an unimaginably despicable thing! Han Sidao's chest and ribs cracked. Erhan became even more angry when he heard this: Although he has a bad relationship with Han Sidao, the other party is the "deputy guard flag" chosen by the king of Shu himself. Direct insult! Yesterday morning in Luling County, he chose to run away without shame, because the other party had five. However, there is only one opponent in front of him today. ——If I can’t bring these “you slaves” back today, am I still the “flag guard” of the Wuyijiao? Annihilation of impermanence, death is nothing to fear. Serve God with sincerity, missionary great power. Erhan's eyes changed again, this time revealing a look of madness. Roundness raised his eyebrows again.He clearly felt that Erhan's posture exuded a stronger momentum. Yuan Xing had seen similar eyes before: the man who died in his arms like a walking corpse. ——E'erhan didn't accept the "Fangxian San", but relied on his belief in Bolongshu King to motivate himself.The effect is the same as yesterday when he recited mantras to his followers in the county seat. Erhan grinned open two rows of teeth.The yellow beard fluttered. Yuan Xing felt the fighting spirit scattered by the enemy, and immediately reacted accordingly. The two started almost at the same instant. On Erhan's belt is a pair of ancient Xianglong school swords, which are unsheathed in a staggered left and right direction.His body bent forward, almost in a straight line, and he threw out with all his strength! Yuan Xing used Han Sidao's body as a pedal, stepping on his chest with his bronze armored left leg and leaping forward.As Han Sidao vomited blood in pain, his round and thick body shot out like a cannonball. The head of the hexagonal stick, to take Erhan's face! Erhan's twin swords have also been completed, using the "Wudang Power Sword" bestowed by Bo Longshu King, the left sword is placed obliquely above the head, and the right sword cuts the round neck horizontally! Both of them leaped fiercely, the distance of ten feet shortened in the blink of an eye, and the swords and sticks were handed over quickly! Erhan's move of "Positive Sword" is to break through the front, relying on the left sword on the head to prop up the round stabbing stick, and at the same time slash with the right sword, even eliminating and striking to win; Eyebrow Stick, already felt a very strong force, like overwhelming mountains and seas, not only the left sword could not move the stick, but the force of the stick overwhelmed him, affecting the posture and coordination of his whole body, even the right sword could not be cut out for a while . Just in the confrontation of weapons, the rigidity of the roundness is enough to penetrate into the opponent's body frame, as if nailing Erhan in place! ——this kind of power... Erhan didn't have time to be surprised, he already felt his left sword being pressed down, the hexagonal stick was eating the blade, and still pierced from the center line! Erhan resolutely changed the direction of his right sword, also put it on the eyebrow-level stick, combined with the force of crossing the two swords and raised it violently, only then did he resist the strong force of the stick. Roundness's "sleeve piercing gesture" is performed by jumping in the air. In order to ensure the strongest attack distance, both right hand and right foot are in front.At this time, the strength of the stabbing stick was exhausted, and as soon as he landed on the ground, he stepped forward with his left foot. At the same time, he pulled out his left hand like a paddle, and swept out the iron-clad head of the other end, "crossing the sword". Swipe Erhan's right shoulder! ——From the long-distance javelin-like straight stab just now, it instantly transformed into a close-up sweep, and the left and right ends can be used freely, which is the beauty of this double-ended brow stick. Facing the opponent's horizontal sweep, Erhan could have turned the double swords into a straight thrust to counterattack, and used the strategy of "breaking the horizontal with the straight" to force the roundness away. But there was a gleam in front of his eyes. It turned out that Yuan Xing turned his left foot forward at this moment, and the entire left half of his body was protected by a bronze armor. The iron wall that can move in front of him is pressing head-on towards Erhan! Having seen the strength of roundness when receiving the move earlier, Erhan dared not touch head-on. While dodging with his upper body leaning back, his lower legs performed the Wudang light kung fu footwork taught by the king of surgery, and retreated at a clever angle to avoid the attack. Get this body-sweeping stick! Erhan retreated, but Yuan Xing didn't step up to chase after him. He just swung the eyebrow-qi stick half a circle along the sweeping momentum, and at the same time, his palms slid over the stick, and instantly changed from holding the middle part of the stick with both hands to holding the stick At the end of the tail, using the advantage of the stick being more than five feet long, it swept out again, this time changing to attack the lower road, "Oolong Turning the River" to kill Erhan's retreating knees! ——The advantage of long weapons is that there is no need to change the height of the stance, and the front of the weapon can cover the enemy's whole body from head to toe! Erhan suddenly felt that there was a threat coming from the lower road, and was amazed at the speed of the enemy's change of attack. He couldn't care less about face anymore. His hands were spread wide to keep his balance, and he looked very embarrassed. The long stick sweeps the sand and dust close to the ground, like scythe mowing grass. The eyesight of the onlookers was not enough to catch the fast stick, and they saw an afterimage scraping across the ground with an extremely sharp sound. For a moment, they had the illusion that the wooden stick in Yuan Xing's hand had turned into a sharp blade at some point. Yuan Xing took the opportunity to rush forward to pursue, his hands turned into a close-quarters bunt grip again, a lunge went straight towards the middle of Erhan, two punches rushed forward as if pushing out, and pressed the center of Erhan's throat with the center of the stick neck! After all, Erhan practiced swordsmanship hard for a long time, and he quickly regained his balance on horseback. Seeing the attack with the pressing stick, he immediately erected his two swords, placed them in two characters on his chest, and only held the stick against it! The two became close and confronted each other with force, the three weapons squeezed tightly, and their heads and faces were immediately less than two feet apart. Erhan felt Yuan Xing's avalanche-like power rushing in unrelentingly.He struggled to lock the joints of his arms tightly, and he barely resisted. Erhan took a close look at Yuan Xing, and found that although Yuan Xing had a messy beard, he actually looked very young. This kind of fist and stick kung fu.And be a monk.Erhan no longer had any doubts in his heart. "Shaolin?" Yuanxing smiled and replied: "Wudang?" Yuan Xing's smile was full of contempt. It means: You are considered Wudang like this? This crossed the bottom line of dignity in Erhan's heart. Yuan Xing suddenly felt that the resistance on the stick disappeared.Instead, there is a pulling force like glue. Erhan's twin swords have changed their momentum, from pushing forward to bringing them down obliquely. The technique of "introducing failure". "Tai Chi Sword". The round eyebrow-level stick was suddenly brought to Erhan's side by the sticky swords, and he lost the aim of attacking! Erhan changed again and again, his right sword was still draped over the center of the long stick and brought down, but his left sword had already moved away, using the shortest straight line and with the smallest movements, he stabbed flatly at Yuanxing's right eye! The sudden change in the close combat, the sharp edge of the ancient sword stabs at a very close distance, and the roundness seems to have no room to dodge—— At this moment, Yuanxing was grateful to a person: Wudang "Soldier Crow Way" master, Shang Shiro. All because of the battle with Shang Shiro in Xi'an, Yuan Xing has long been no stranger to "Tai Chi".As soon as Erhan launched his double swords into strength, he knew what was going on. — Any master will tell you how important it is to "know" in a duel of their level. In the blink of an eye, Erhan was overjoyed.Because he thrust out his left hand with a sword, he felt the sensation of success from the hilt. ——I defeated the Shaolin monks! That joy made him ignore the tiny difference in the touch: what the sword tip pierced was something harder than any part of the human body. It turned out that Yuanxing had already caught the stabbing sword's coming momentum, he turned his head slightly, and blocked the sword with the forehead of the Yasha copper mask on the left half! Erhan's momentary uncontrollable joy turned into a fatal mistake: in order to give full play to the "Tai Chi"'s subtle kung fu that "cannot be added by a feather", one must have the ability to survive in the sea of swords and blood and thousands of troops. Once the unmoved heart is blocked by emotions such as fear, hesitation, pride, contempt, etc., it is impossible to completely let go of the keen senses to sense the flow of the enemy's power. ——Just like in the first battle in Xi'an, Gui Danlei met Yin Yingchuan's gossip sword and remained unchanged, which was the key to his victory. This alone shows that Erhan's "Tai Chi" is still not ready. Erhan suddenly found out that he hadn't succeeded, the sword in his right hand hastily continued to draw the round stick downwards, in case he could strike back with the stick. But it's useless.The blockage at that moment had already weakened his transformation energy; what's more, he was not such a master of "one mind and two purposes" like Yao Lianzhou, and the stabbing sword in his left hand also affected the movement of his right sword. The arc of turning strength is no longer round. The eyebrow-qi stick is out of the control of "Tai Chi". If the person who uses "Tai Chi" loses control, it is tantamount to failure. Erhan's Huajin does not rely on his eyes, but only on the touch of the sword to determine the location of the opponent's eyebrow-level stick; now that the stick has "disappeared" to nowhere, he can only do one thing in fear: Tighten all the muscles in your body, ready to receive the blow. A fiery pain like being whipped hit the left rib, and Erhan spit out a mouthful of bitterness as if he had been electrocuted! Fortunately, he had the self-motivation method of changing things to reduce the pain, he let out a strong breath and flew back at full speed, and at the same time danced the double sword flower in front of him, trying to stop the circular pursuit—— Yuan Xing didn't have to start to chase, he bent his knees on the spot and turned into a deep forward lunge, holding the tail of the stick in his right hand and dashing forward, the stick body spit out from the copper boxer in his left hand! The hexagonal iron rod passed through the tiny gap between the pair of sword flowers, as accurately as a poisonous snake leaping and biting, Erhan's sternum broke easily, and his yellow beard was dyed red with a "wow"! This blow also broke Erhan's self-confidence as a warrior. Roundness, every move, every style of boxing and stick are simple and simple, but it shows Shaolin Zhengzong's pure and vigorous superior style, completely relying on frontal speed, strength, momentum and spirit to surpass the opponent. Heart is upright, boxing is upright. In the eyes of Erhan, who was vomiting blood and retreating at the moment, this Shaolin monk was like a solid rock with no weak points. If it was purely a contest between warriors, the winner would have been decided by this time.But roundness has no intention of stopping.When he thought of those big cloth bags and the terrified faces of those two hundred villagers, he had no reason to respect this enemy. The eyes under the half copper mask are as cold as ice. This is cruel, but at the same time it shows the purest compassion. Eliminate evil for all beings. Yuan Xing stepped up to the right step on the thorn stick, and then jumped up, holding the end of the stick with both hands and raising it above the head, using the "Kinna Luo King stick" to "cut the mountain step by step", gather all the strength of the whole body, and use all the eyebrows With the full length of the stick, swing it towards Erhan's top door! Erhan raised a pair of ancient swords to the top of his head, as if he wanted to "bring in and fail" again. At the most dangerous moment, he instinctively relied on the most trusted "Tai Chi Sword". ——But Yuan Xing already has the experience of dueling with the authentic "Tai Chi" of Wudang.In his eyes, Erhan's swords are nothing more than half-baked "pseudo-Tai Chi". When Erhan was in good condition yesterday, he still couldn't safely dispel Jing Li's Japanese sword slash, not to mention facing him with considerable roundness at this moment. Although the arc of the "Little Chaos Ring" of this "Tai Chi Sword" can be connected to the eyebrow-level stick, the chopping force of the stick is too fierce and strong, and the sword move can barely move it sideways by two points—— The rolled cloth scarf on Erhan's head was smashed by the eyebrow-qi stick in an instant! His pair of lifeless eyes turned white at the same time, his tongue stretched out, his two swords were dropped, his body collapsed like a torn cloth bag! Yuan Xing dragged his blood-stained eyebrow stick upside down, standing in front of Erhan who had only his last breath left. He was full of murderous looks, and the villagers knelt down uncontrollably, staring at him with admiration. The rest of the ten art masters were so surprised that they couldn't breathe. The two "flag guards" who they regarded as magic stars fell at the feet of this wild monk one after another within less than a cup of tea time. Yuan Xing looked down at Erhan, whose eyes were absent and whose hands and feet were still struggling slowly. "It's so pitiful. The 'Tai Chi' you learned is a lie." Yuan Xing looked at his face that kept bleeding from his head, and couldn't help but say it, regardless of whether he could still hear it or not. "If I'm not wrong, the person who taught you is still practicing, just using you to test his skills. You can't beat a real hero with this set of skills you have learned." Erhan showed a painful expression, and he didn't know whether it was because of his serious injury, or because he felt regret knowing that the "Wudang unique knowledge" he had practiced for many years was just a fake. His eyes and sights are wandering, it seems that he can no longer see the roundness, he can only identify his location by his voice, and he stretches out his left hand as if to feel for him. Erhan's body is already very weak, but he still has the strength to do one thing. Pull the mechanism hidden in the wrist vein with your fingers. Something shot out from the wide sleeve of his five-color strange robe! Yuan Xing stood very close, and seeing the foreign object flying in front of him, he quickly raised his left hand without the stick! He could have knocked the thing flying with one punch, but this moment felt wrong. ——Yuan Xing grew up in Shaolin Temple since he was a child, and he has only been involved in the Jianghu for a short time. At this time, he did not make judgments based on experience, but because of his pure heart, he has a very keen intuition for evil. Halfway through, his left fist turned into a dragon claw hand, and he accurately grasped the flying thing in his palm! Erhan seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength, and his left arm fell limply and remained motionless. He will never be able to eat the chicken drumsticks that he robbed again.And never kill again. Han Sidao, who was still foaming at the other end of the clearing, ended up living a little longer than Erhan. Roundness spread out his left hand to see what he had caught. It was a small cyan wax pellet. The wax skin was not too thick from the outside, and it would break if it was bumped. Only one side was pasted with several layers of paper, which was made thicker and harder. of. With a hand wearing heavy bronze armor, Yuan Xing was able to grab the wax ball with the "dragon-shaped" probing claw technique in "Shaolin Five Fists" without any damage. It can be seen that apart from his strong fist and stick, There is also delicate kung fu in the hands. ——After competing with Shang Shiro's "Tai Chi" boxing knife, Yuan Xing has deliberately practiced grappling skills on the road for the past six months, in order to make up for the shortcomings of close combat at that time. Seeing the wax pill in Yuanxing's hand, the surrounding Shu kings exclaimed: This thing is nothing but the terrifying secret poison "Yunphosphorus Killing" that killed dozens of people in Luling County yesterday. ! If Yuanxing swung at it just now, or dodged to let it fall through, the highly poisonous powder mist would disperse, and everyone in Cheqian Village, both the enemy and us, would not be able to save them at this moment. Seeing the terrified faces of those art kings staring at "Yunlin Kill", Yuanxing knew that this thing was not simple; recalling that Han Sidao had dipped medicine on the blade of his sword to try to plot against him just now, Yuanxing even guessed that this thing is drug. "Is it highly poisonous?" Yuan Xing gently held the wax pellet between two fingers, and asked those art masters a step forward. Seeing that he was holding the "Cloud Phosphorus Killer" so recklessly, all the Shu kings gasped.One of them couldn't help but whispered: "Don't break it..." Yuanxing nodded, took out a sweat towel from the inside of the monk's robe, wrapped it with wax pills, and put it in his arms. The Shu kings breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, and then looked at Erhan and Han Sidao on the ground, and suddenly realized what kind of situation they were in.The eyebrow-level stick in Yuan Xing's hand was still dripping blood from the head of the iron-studded stick.They couldn't help backing away with chills. "Monk, it seems a bit strange to say such a thing..." Yuan Xing scratched the eyebrow that was not covered by the mask: "But I really can't find a reason not to kill you all." The legs of the ten Shu kings trembled when they heard this, and the prestige of rampaging in Luling and wanton robbery and killing on weekdays has been lost to nowhere.Two of them became incontinent and urinated on the spot. Just now they have seen roundness as fast as a beast.Running away is not an option. ——Perhaps if ten people ran away together, a few people would survive.But who is willing to take the risk of being the bait for others to escape? Just like the previous villagers in Cheqian, ten of them were also locked in place by Terrorist Town and did not dare to escape, but now their identities have been changed.On weekdays, they sang the lyrics of "there is no fear of death", and shouted slogans along with everyone at the festival and banquet. Once death is really imminent, not everyone can follow this sacred teaching.The power of the King of Shu has always been unfavorable in the past, and many believers and disciples were bathed in ecstasy and desire; but now the situation has reversed, and under the threat of the righteous Shaolin monks, their beliefs have collapsed. The round fingers kept tapping on the forehead of half of the mask, looking very distressed. "What should I do? It's very difficult for me to kill those who dare not resist; do you want me to let you go? I'm sorry for the people here. How do I know, will you take those few with you again in two days? Come back with a big cloth bag?" The Shu kings hurriedly waved their hands and shook their heads, some stammered and argued: "No...no! Never..." "How about this..." Yuan Xing said, and suddenly threw the eyebrow-level stick at them with one hand, and one of the disciples of King Shu grasped the stick firmly with both hands. ——Throwing the weapon to the enemy without any scruples, his confidence and arrogance made everyone present speechless. "Each of you breaks off one arm and one leg, leave your weapons and roll away." After Yuanxing finished speaking, he ignored them, turned his head and walked towards the four horse thieves he had captured in Hengxi Village. The four of them couldn't help but rejoice when they looked at the Shu kings who were stunned on the spot.Although they risked their lives to become bandits because of their hard life, but because of a bit of conscience, they did not vote for the insane Bolongshu King, otherwise today it would not be as simple as being forced to pull a wooden cart. Yuan Xing came over, took off half of Yaksha's mask and stuffed it into the belt of the armor, the thick bearded face disappeared at this moment.He stretched out his hands to loosen the ropes around the necks of the four. "Compared to those guys, you seem to be less hateful." Yuanxing threw the rope aside: "There is no need to go to the Yamen. You can go. What happens in the future is my own destiny." The four looked at the weird monk in surprise for a while.At this time, a painful cry came from behind Yuanxing.The Shu kings began beating each other's hands and legs with sticks. At this moment, the four of them were extremely excited, and they knelt down towards Yuanxing at the same time like the villagers, kowtowed deeply, and then ran away without a word. —They haven't been thieves since.One went home to guard the thin field of his parents; the other became an apprentice to a podiatrist; the other two went to Guangdong together, and made a fortune in business more than ten years later. Roundness turned to look at the villagers in front of the car.They were still kneeling one by one.Frowning roundly, he scratched his short, thick, weed-like hair. "What's wrong?... It was like this again before. Do you Ji'an people have such a custom that you have to kneel when you see a monk?" As he spoke, he stepped forward to help an old peasant woman. "I would like to ask: Does anyone in your village know how to shave their heads?" "Wooden Man Alley" is the highest trial of Shaolin martial arts. Only those who pass the test can be regarded as official Shaolin "temple guard monks and soldiers", who can be assigned personal weapons and allowed to learn more advanced Shaolin martial arts. "Wooden Man Alley" itself is the mysterious land of Shaolin, and its secrets are not disclosed to outsiders of the temple. As a result, many fanciful and untrue legends have arisen. It is even said that the "Wooden Figures" are two rows of powerful dolls driven by organs, and they will come into the alley. People automatically attack Yunyun. The real "Wooden Man Alley" is a cave corridor with a total length of twelve feet and an average width of one foot. One hundred and eight monks were guarding, and one by one they fought with the subjects who entered.In order to avoid serious injuries, both the subject and the guard will wear armor of wooden planks and thick cotton cloth on the vital parts of the heart, chest, back, and neck, so they are called "wooden men". Although it is not necessary for the monks to be tested to knock down all the 108 "wooden men", it is still extremely difficult to break through the interceptions of more than a hundred opponents one by one. The average passing time for a short distance of twelve feet is One hour (two hours), continuous fighting and physical exertion, every opponent is fresh and energetic, in addition to the test of martial arts attainments, it is also an absolute test of physical will. When the monks under test reached the end of the "Wooden Man Alley", there was a heated cauldron furnace blocking the entrance of the alley. There were patterns of dragons and tigers cast on the left and right sides of the furnace. Can pass the customs, so the imprint of "Left Green Dragon Right White Tiger" will be branded on the inner forearm, which is a proof of experiencing the essence of Shaolin martial arts. Shaolin monks not only understand Buddhism through martial arts training, but also shoulder the important task of protecting Shaolin Temple, and among the "Temple Guardian Monks", the "Eighteen Bronze Men" are the highest level. The "Eighteen Bronze Man Formation" is the treasure of Shaolin martial arts. Its creation is based on the "Eighteen Arhat Hands", "Iron Clothes Vajra Kung Fu" and "Kinna Luo King Cudgel". Exercising, fists and sticks cooperate with each other seamlessly to exert extremely powerful multiplication power.Each "Bronze Man" can be equipped with different shapes of copper-inlaid iron armor according to his martial arts expertise. For example, some are equipped with half of the body, and some are only equipped with hands and legs, all in order to display the kung fu that different monks are good at. There are nearly 800 disciples of monks in Shaolin Temple, and of course there are more than eighteen "Eighteen Bronze Men". In fact, there are three teams of "Eighteen Bronze Men" standing in the temple, which can replace each other.
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