Chapter 107

Sitting on his couch, Lu Zhengkang looks through a Book of changes of plum blossoms. Suddenly, he feels a sudden impulse. He turns his head and looks around, but he finds a special bead in front of the door of Shaolin Temple.

There are many broken lines on the surface of this bead. It looks like a sea urchin, and the whole brilliance is covered by a layer of dim ash, which makes it very lifeless.

This kind of grey trace is rarely seen by Lu Zhengkang. Even for those who are dying, the upper bead is still bright and clean.

If the upper edge of everything conforming to the cycle of the way of heaven is bright, then this trace is obviously the product of deviating from the way of heaven.

And the broken upper edge line means the destruction of the upper edge bead that was once connected with this person, and the connected upper edge bead is at least a good friend of intimate friends, or relatives and friends who have been touched by Qi.

Lu Zhengkang frowned. There's an evil guest.

On this side, Zen master Zixing called the head of the three courtyards, and another four elders, eighteen Arhats, a total of 26 masters, standing behind the gate of the temple, were not fully prepared.

The abbot ordered the Zhike monk to open the door.

The creaking doorshaft rings, the thick red paint door opens, and Yu fengmai, the elder of the blood cult, steps in.

When the eminent monks looked at him, he had a faint blood light, a fierce and vicious look in his eyes, and a fake smile on his face. In fact, he was cold. It was impossible for such a man to have thousands of lives in his hands.

"Yu Feng, the elder of Xueyu sect, has met the eminent monks of Shaolin." He is very polite, bow, a good gentleman's appearance, I'm afraid it can deceive a lot of people.

Zen master Zini's nature is like fire. Even if he stepped forward, he said, "good, you demon! How dare you come to Shaolin to disturb Qingjing, but I have to leave you

Yu Feng straightened up, pretending to be frightened, and said, "I don't know where to offend you. Why do I have to fight and kill when I meet you?"

The son evil cold hum a, take out that invitation card, "don't want to be so pretentious, poor monk ask you, this invitation card is made of human skin?"

The other side immediately put away his insincere fear and chuckled, "monk, how do you know this is human skin? Do you also like to use such beautiful things?"

"Nonsense Zen master Zini stopped talking for a moment after he finished his scolding, and he couldn't think of any words to refute.

He was already angry, but the abbot didn't speak. He could only look at each other angrily.

Zen master Zixing sang a Buddha's name, "Amitabha, the benefactor is vicious and full of troubles. It's better to live in Shaolin for a while, eat fast and recite Buddhism to eliminate evil." The old monk's face was flat to indifference.

Yu Feng takes the attitude of a younger generation in the world. "I've seen the master, but I don't care about my body. In addition, I don't know if I can see the abbot of your temple. I'm going to send a message for our leader Lei. It's very inappropriate if I don't see the right one."

The monks were all angry.

The son's nature combined with the eleven rites, and his tone became more and more indifferent. "The poor monk is the abbot of Shaolin."

Yu Feng laughs, "don't deceive me, old monk. No one in the world has ever heard of Shaolin's top martial art" Xi Sui Jing ". If the practitioner is a boy, he can be young forever. All the abbots of the past dynasties are talented people. Naturally, he has practiced this skill. But the master's face is so old that he can't be the abbot, "he said, suddenly shaking his head in surprise." no, are you really the abbot, so why do you look like this, don't you... "

Both inside and outside his words imply that Zixing has lost his virginity, but he is extremely sinister. It is a big scandal for a monk to break his virginity, let alone the abbot of Shaolin.

The first monk of Prajna hall stepped forward and said in a high voice: "the abbot of our temple has realized the wonderful meaning of" not withered, not glorious, not false, not empty "many years ago. He is introverted in essence and returns to the original nature, but his appearance is no longer as young as ever."

"You've seen me, and the letter has been passed on. Now it's time to talk to the poor monk." The abbot walks forward. With each step, his face becomes younger. After three steps, he looks like a young man. Except for the gray beard in his jaw, no one can expect that the monk is over 80 years old. Zixing takes another three steps, and his face is full of golden flame. He looks like the angry eyes of the Ming king, and the furtive people are scared.

Yu Feng burst out laughing, "the arhat who conquered the devil and lived in the world in those years is still immortal! Unfortunately, although I want to listen to the Buddha's teachings, the opening ceremony is just around the corner, but I can't do without the old master Lei! Goodbye

Before the words were finished, the monks began to attack it. The burst of Qi was everywhere, making a roaring sound, like a winter thunder.

However, Yu Feng's body method is strange. Suddenly, her limbs are as stiff as a walking corpse. However, she is pulled by inexplicable strength to spin and dance in the air. It seems that she is sacrificing to the great God. A terrible force is generated from her movement, which makes the monks slow down their attack and easily avoid it.

This is the exorcising dance of flying corpse. It is a strange lightness skill combined with primitive witchcraft. Its power is unpredictable.

At this time, Zen master Zini's neck was blue, his mouth was roaring, and his voice was like a wild lion.

"Roar!"

Yu Feng face unchanged, praise a "lion roar fame is not false."

He could no longer maintain his body method, fell to the ground and yelled, "do Shaolin monks only know how to besiege! What a respectable family"Let's see what it means to subdue the devil!"

When Zen master Zixing said that, he hit with one palm, and the powerful palm power came out. It was as high as the tsunami in the sky, and it covered tens of feet. There was no way to avoid it, and there was no place to escape. It was the Vajra Prajna palm, which was known as the first God palm of Shaolin.

Yu Feng waves his claw, and the blood light comes out from all over the world. The ghost roars in the air and soars into the sky. However, it is the secret of Xueyu. It is a super third-level martial art. Xuechi ghost claw practices martial arts with the blood of human beings and animals. It is vicious and vicious, and the blood in the middle flows back into the ghost claw. It is an evil method of killing.

With his grasp, his skill can even compete with the palm power of Zen master Zixing. It's so powerful that I don't know how many creatures he killed to get blood.

"What a thief The abbot yelled angrily. He held his hand as a fist and hit it flat. In an instant, it was like the golden sun falling to the ground. The audience only felt the sound of Sanskrit singing in his ears.

Shaolin Temple vibrates and the bell rings loudly, which makes it more and more incomparable.

Under one blow, the ghost claws in the blood pool burst into pieces, turned into blood mist and scattered by the golden light.

"Is this the magic subduing Guangming boxing?" Yu Feng's face turned crimson. "It's really a skill to subdue demons and make arhat famous!"

Just as the fist was about to fall on Yu Feng, the abbot opened his fingers and turned his vigorous fist into a circle to trap him.

After a while, Yu Feng's arms leaped out, but it was a talisman. In the middle of the sky, it turned into a little Bloody Boy, turned and spread a piece of red cloth around Yu Feng, pierced the air circle and shot away.

"Master Lei has something to call for villains, but he can't talk Zen with you masters! We'll see you at the opening ceremony In a flash, the distant mountain road came the sound of proud laughter.

The monks hummed coldly, and the abbot frowned slightly.

"What a bloody teacher, what a Lei Guangling!" Zini is furious.

"It's a familiar skill." The first seat of Bodhi hall is thoughtful.

"Abbot, shall we go or not to this cult ceremony?"

"I'll write to leader Li Sushui of Wudang and abbess Renyuan of Emei to discuss this matter."

"Yes All the monks are in ten.