Chapter 52 Chapter 52 Three Battles against Pang Ban

Han Bai, Fan Liangji, and Jiaojiao Xu Yeyue, relying on their peerless lightness skills, escaped the eyes and ears of the guards, sneaked into the dungeon of the Bell and Drum Tower on the outskirts of the imperial city, and came to the big iron gate that entered the tunnel. Xu Yeyue wondered: "Why is no one guarding such an important place?" Fan Liang said very slowly: "This one foot thick iron gate can only be opened from the inside. Not only is there a lock, but there are also three large iron bars. If the door is closed from the inside, even Pang Ban will not be able to open it."

Xu Yeyue stuck out her cute little tongue and said, "Then how do you get it open? You don't have a tool to knock on the door." Fan Liangji tapped Xu Yeyue's head with his fingers, and said with a smile: "So you are a little girl who has not yet entered the world, so you are so easy to be deceived by this kid. How can you knock on the door? As long as there is a slight sound, the person responsible for using copper The guards who monitor the tunnel will immediately find out that they can suffocate you to death as long as you use the fan to send poisonous gas into the tunnel.”

Xu Yeyue was used to fighting with him, she only had a disgruntled face, stroking her scalp that hurt from his beating, and pouted her cute little mouth. Han Baixi said: "In this way, even if you have a way to open the door, the sound of opening the door can alert the guards." Fan Liang said triumphantly: "You're smart enough: you guessed that I sneaked into the tunnel to open the door lock, but I think you still have limited brainpower, you didn't expect that I put lubricant on the door lock to ensure that it will be silent when you open the door again. " Xu Yeyue wondered: "Is it so easy to enter and exit the tunnel?"

Fan Liangji said: "Of course it's not easy. If you want to blame it, blame your father. All the exits of the tunnels in the palace are located in open spaces. As long as you get out, people will find out immediately." Xu Yeyue wondered: "Then how do you get out of the tunnel?" Fan Liangji said: "All tunnels have air vents, and I will tell you about Brother Ben's unique skill, which is the bone shrinking technique, which can even pass through the small holes of mice." Xu Yeyue said indignantly: "Bragging!" Han Bai reached out and put his arm around Xu Yeyue's waist, and said, "Then we can go home and sleep, who can get through those air vents except you, an old monkey?"

Fan Liangji held onto his chest with one hand, and said viciously: "Say one more word, and I will castrate you whore." Xu Yeyue blushed when she heard this. Unexpectedly, Han Bai couldn't grow ivory from his dog's mouth, so he said with a smile, "Cast me? Yue'er won't kill you!" Xu Yeyue was so ashamed that she didn't know where to go. Han Bai asked in surprise, "Old villain, do you have a lot of time? Why are you talking nonsense here?" Fan Liangji had another deep meaning: "Of course there is plenty of time, Zhu Yuanzhang left the palace to deal with Lan Yu, Hu Weiyong and Leng Yan, how could he come back so soon?"

Xu Yeyue and Han Bai lost their voices: "Why wait for him to come back?" Fan Liang was very confident, and took out a cloth bag from his bosom. It was heavy, and he didn't know what it contained. He stuffed it to Han Bai and said, "After we sneak into the palace through the vent I widened, you can take this bag with you." East and West fled towards Kunning Palace, which is the inner palace with the strictest guards, remember not to kill anyone, and then be arrested obediently, then you can complete the mission you entrusted in this greatest treasure-robbing operation.”

Han Bai was stunned for a while, and after fumbling through the contents of the bag, he gradually understood, and said angrily, "You old thief, you want me to die for nothing in order to steal things." Xu Yeyue was still confused, reached out and groped for the cloth bag in Han Bai's hand a few times, and then shouted: "I understand! This is a fake Nine Dragon Cup!" Fan Liang smiled strangely and said: "My little girl is really smart." Then he said to Han Bai: "Didn't you say that Zhu Yuanzhang would let me steal things? You are just showing him, so Zhu Yuanzhang will kill you for it. I was escorted to his dragon seat, you only said that you took the stolen goods for me, and you didn't know anything else. But remember to add a sentence, "It seems that he stole other things, this is just one of them." Then Zhu Yuanzhang will definitely go there Check it out, and put the fake one back to its original place, so I can know where the Nine Dragon Cup is placed, and steal the treasure before I go back. Look! It's so simple, unless Zhu Yuanzhang drinks with the cup afterwards, how can he Knowing that the Nine Dragons Moon Cup was stolen, we would have left the capital a long time ago.”

Han Bai and Xu Yeyue couldn't help admiring his daring and imaginative strategy, no wonder he became the world's top thief. Xu Yeyue remembered something and said: "No way: Fang Yeyu invited Han Lang to a duel in Xiaoling at the turn of Zi Chou tonight, with such a commotion, how could Han Lang attend the appointment on time?" Han Bairuo said nonchalantly: "If you miss the appointment, you will miss the appointment! What's there to fight for!" Xu Yeyue was speechless after hearing this, and immediately covered her mouth with a "puchi" and burst into laughter, with a happy expression on her face.

Fang Yeyu's martial arts is difficult to know, since he dared to challenge Han Bai to a duel, he was quite sure. Xu Yeyue met Han Bai and was intoxicated in love. How could she still love to compete with others like before, and naturally she didn't mind whether Han Bai wanted to be a hero. Fan Liangji stroked his high sleeves and said, "Okay! Let's go into the Forbidden Palace to steal treasures." A smile escaped from the corner of Pang Ban's mouth, he lifted his foot and kicked lightly without looking at Wuxiang Monk's volleying palm. This kick landed in the eyes of Wuxiang Monk, even with his seventy years of meditation skills, he was also surprised.

The problem is the intention of this kick. He clearly knew that the target of Pang Ban's kick was his lower abdomen, and what shocked him was that this kick broke through the time limit, making him feel that before hitting Pang Ban with his palm, he would give the opponent a kick first. middle. This is completely unreasonable. How could his second foot be faster than his first palm? Thinking about it, this feeling is unbreakable "real". Monk Wuxiang chanted, lowered his eyes, looked at his nose with his eyes, and looked at his heart with his nose, spinning in the void. This eminent monk seems to have turned into a Buddha with thousands of hands and feet, with thousands of palm shadows and foot shadows, and he shoots away from his body. There seems to be no target or purpose at all.

Pang Ban smiled spontaneously, nodded and said: "This is decent!" That kick still came out, but the extremely fast kick became as slow as a snail climbing a tree, the sudden change in speed, just a glance would make it difficult for people to move forward. Believe me, I was so sad that I wanted to go crazy. Monk Wuxiang turned even more hastily, and suddenly lost his body, leaving only countless hands and feet stretching at different speeds in the void.This scene should be weird and inexplicable, but it only gives people the feeling of serenity, reverence, and Buddha's light. In just a split second, Monk Wuxiang changed from offense to defense, while Pang Ban changed from defense to offense. Pang Bana's kick was too slow, and "Blink" has already kicked into the shadows of hands and feet. It completely violates the laws of time and space. When you just feel the slowness of this kick, this kick has already broken into the "Buddha Dance" impeccably guarded by Monk Wuxiang. "Peng!" Monk Wuxiang cut Pang Ban's feet with his palm, the main body reappeared, retreated like a meteor, and arrived at the roof of another big house. Pang Ban proudly stood in the same place with his hands behind his back, and said softly: "Brother Wuxiang has reached the state of Mahayana regardless of his Zen mind and internal strength. It was so rare that Pang forgot all other things." Monk Wuxiang was carefree and joyless, and whispered the Buddha's name, saying: "Benefactor Pang has broken through the limitations of heaven and man, entered the Tao from demons, and his temperament has changed drastically. , I have no intention of offending, it is purely the pursuit of martial arts in the Zen realm, please donate to Master Pang for your enlightenment." Pang Ban let out a long laugh and said: "In the past twenty years, Pang has already abandoned the magic skills he has practiced for many years, and the only thing left is some fists and kicks. If Pang can hit the master with three punches, if the master can stop it Let's just let it go tonight." Then his eyes flashed coldly and he said: "If the master can't catch it, he will go to the west to pay his respects to all the immortals immediately. Don't blame Pang's merciless subordinates, because he can't do it if he wants to keep his hands .” Wu Xiang's monk Dharma was solemn, and he said together: "Please, Master Pang!" Pang Ban smiled inscrutably and profoundly, and suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving only an empty building. Monk Wuxiang's face remained unchanged, he lowered his head, and whispered the Buddha's name. For a moment, all thoughts were silent, without thoughts and worries, and entered the emptiness of the Zen path of Buddhism. Cyclonus came from all directions like a whirlwind, and stopped a foot away. Wuxiang Monk is like being in the eye of a powerful and fierce tornado storm. Although there is an all-conquering and destructive wind force all around, the core point is that the waves are calm and the wind is calm, and the ancient well is not disturbed. The storm stopped. Then there was a force that was irresistible, drawing him forward. Wuxiang monk raised the Wuxiang skill to the peak state, with his eyes downcast, and all the things happening around him, as if they were illusions of heavenly demons, which did not exist. Even so, the force still sucked his right foot forward half an inch. I only "see" Pang Ban rising in front of him like a demon god emerging from hell, punching him with endless changes, seemingly slow but fast. At this moment, Monk Wuxiang kept his eyes inward, and he should not be able to "see" Pang Ban. This proves that the Zen mind gave Pang Ban the supreme power of emotion and spirit, breaking through a gap and "invading" in. Monk Wuxiang kept his Zen mind calm, raised his hands, puffed up his sleeves, and pushed from the inside out. "Boom!" There was a loud blow. Involuntarily, Monk Wuxiang drifted backwards, and landed on the sloping tile back of the "herringbone" shape of another house, and crushed one of the tiles before he stood firm. Instead, Pang Ban stood on the ridge of the roof where he was standing just now, with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face, as if he had never made a move before, and he said happily: "It's so exciting! Unexpectedly, brother Wuxiang can block Pang's full-strength blow, making Pang There is the pleasure of being comfortable all over the body." Monk Wuxiang didn't show any signs of depression because of being at a disadvantage, a smile appeared on Qing Qu's face, and he said slowly: "Master Pang's martial arts have reached the realm of heaven and man that humans can achieve, turning decay into magic, The splendor is plain, and although it is only one kick and one punch, it makes the poor monk feel that there are endless mysteries hidden in it. Especially rare, it does not have the taste of killing sentient beings that the poor monk deeply felt the last two times." Pang Ban looked around leisurely at the endless wonders of roof ridges, and when his eyes fell on the brightly lit imperial city in the distance, his eyes flashed with a strange spirit, full of longing and longing, and he responded casually: "This is the magic gate." It is different from the Baidao Orthodox Church. If you want to kill someone, you must find a reason why the person deserves to die. Only then can you condense a strong killing intent. Although you are called killing people, you are trying to save other people. My Demon Sect ignores this. Put the life and death of all living beings in your eyes. As for who is right and who is wrong, it is another matter. For example, can the master tell Pang whether Zhu Yuanzhang is a good person or a bad person? Of course, it is based on the Buddhist standard of good or bad." Monk Wuxiang smiled wryly and said, "I hope this poor monk can have an affirmative answer." Pang Ban withdrew his gaze towards the imperial city, and said coldly: "Okay! Wuxiang is not a person who argues hypocrisy, so I ask Pang to give the master two more punches." The voice just fell, and the world changed. Monk Wuxiang suddenly realized that the entire Jinling City had disappeared, only him and Pang Ban were left in the world, and the latter was punching him. Pang Ban seems to be far away, but it seems to be close at hand. The illusion of distance caused a small ripple in his rock-solid Zen mind. The fluctuations were out of control, sweeping the mind. Countless forces back and forth dragged and tore him in different directions. He chanted aloud, guarding the spirit that Youruo struggled to survive in the stormy, torrential sea. At the same time, there was a loud noise in the ears, as if you were really in the turbulent waves, if it was another person with poor concentration, you would feel palpitations and collapse without a fight. Monk Wuxiang knew that the other party was using the spirit of Meng Chixing, the direct descendant of the demon sect, to overcome the magic of matter, restraining his Zen mind, and he was unafraid, and hummed in his mouth. There was a sound of Sanskrit singing and chanting sutras, which seemed to come from outside the sky, and if it came from the mouth of Wuxiang monk, it was melodious and unattainable.The spirit of Mo Sen that permeated the audience was also weakened by three points. Monk Wuxiang flicked her beautiful snow-white hand in the air, turning into endless gestures, and then pointed forward lightly with parallel fingers like a halberd. As soon as he pointed his fingers, his robes swelled up, showing countless ripples, and at the same time, countless cyclones surged around his fingers, rushing forward. "Wave!" Fingers and fists exchanged, Wuxiang monk's whole body shook violently. With one touch, Pang Ban broke two positive and negative zhenqi into his body, it was like two strong men pulling him, making him at a loss, he didn't know which one to resist, and finally It is bound to end up being torn into two halves. In the body, it is even more impossible to refuse. Pang Ban floated back to the original place. Monk Wuxiang suddenly collected all the true qi of the enemy and us back into his dantian, directed the qi with his mind, and after two quick spins, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow!" He found himself standing on the tile back again, and everything was the same as before. Jinling is still so magnificent. In particular, the lights in Licheng still make people feel that this place with beautiful mountains and rivers is the center and hub of the world. Pang Ban said with a long smile: "Master is really amazing, he was able to use this mouthful of blood to kill Pang's sure-kill move. Let's avoid this last punch!" Monk Wuxiang saluted Pang Banheshi, and said happily: "Thank you, Master Pang, for the gift of one foot and two fists. The precious monk has benefited so much that it is unimaginable. I will return to Shaolin and retreat to face the wall." Then he smiled slightly and said: " Three battles and three defeats, but Wuxiang gave birth to a feeling of confidant against the benefactor. It's really joyful." Pang Ban sighed: "As expected of a master of Buddhism, he can afford it and put it down." Monk Wuxiang uttered the Buddha's name and said: "In the world, only the waves and clouds can compete with the benefactor. I only hate the battle of blocking the river. The poor monk can't witness it with his own eyes." Pang Ban shot a warm light in his eyes, and said with a smile: "If the master can't let go of this thought, nothing will be accomplished in the end." Monk Wuxiang smiled and said: "Wuxiang knows it!" He floated in the air and flew back. The voice came from afar and asked, "Every time the benefactor looks at Licheng, why does his eyes look so strange?" Pang Ban replied softly: "Because there are distinguished guests from afar, waiting for Pang silently." Before the words were finished, a generation of eminent Shaolin monks disappeared into the dark night of Jinling City.