The frost covers the clouds and the mist is heavy.

The cold wind blew, and many flowers and trees on Shaoshi Mountain had fallen, leaving behind a ground of fallen leaves and dead branches.

It was late autumn at this time, and the weather on this day was even colder. The sky was always covered with a hazy fog, which made people feel a little breathless.

Today, there were six monks from the sacred mountain of Qingliang Temple, Master Guanxin of Daxiangguo Temple, Master Daqing of Pudu Temple, Master Juexian of Donglin Temple, Master Rongzhi of Jingying Temple, and six eminent monks from the sacred mountain, who came to worship the temple together.

These six monks are all very famous in the martial arts world, and few people don’t know about it. They are also monks with great martial arts skills in Buddhism.

At this moment, the six people chose to go to the temple together, saying that they wanted to ask Shaolin for teaching Buddhism and martial arts, but anyone with discerning eyes could see that most of them had bad intentions.

Six eminent monks went to the temple together. It was naturally impossible for Shaolin, who belonged to the same Buddhist sect, to not receive it. All the heroes wanted to get this, so they followed the six monks and followed them to Shaoshi Mountain, trying to flock to Shaolin Temple with them.

The six monks didn't care and just focused on going up the mountain. When they were halfway up the mountain, a group of people suddenly stopped them.

There were about dozens of people in this tram. Except for one in the middle, the rest were all big men with strange appearances, tiger backs and bears. These big men lined up in two rows, holding a luxurious frame in the middle.

There were flowers on the frame, the fragrance scattered everywhere, and a curtain was lifted, and a monk walked out of it. The monk's face was full of light, his spirit was flying, his eyes were shining, and he looked very confident.

He flew out of the frame, bowed to everyone, and smiled and said, "The little monk came from Tubo, and was the king of the Great Lunar Ming, Jiumozhi. Can you go up the mountain with six eminent monks?"

When he spoke, he spoke softly, and the voice contained a lot of internal energy, which made people feel close to him after hearing it.

The six monks were blocked by Jiumozhi, and the heroes also stopped.

The man from the sacred mountain stood up and frowned and asked, "Master Jiumozhi, did you come from Tubo and go to Shaolin Temple as well?"

Jiumozhi smiled and said, "That's right."

The man on the sacred mountain said: "My Central Plains Buddhism is different from your Tubo Buddhism. If you go to your own, you will do mine, and you will not interfere with each other."

He was already very dissatisfied with the gathering of heroes behind him taking advantage of the situation to follow him. When he met Jiumozhi, he was even more angry and felt that he was being used. So he spoke with the intention of persuading Jiumozhi to retreat.

Jiumozhi said, "There is a family in the world. How can the masters distinguish between Tubo and Central Plains? What's more, the six eminent monks went to Shaolin Temple for the sake of the "Taoist Secret Collection", but they came to talk about the difference between Buddhism with the little monks, which is too deceiving the little monks."

The man on the sacred mountain immediately said angrily: "What a big wheel king who is slandering! You have planned a secret Taoist treasure by yourself, but you say that you are waiting and let the heroes of the world evaluate the reason. Isn't that ridiculous?"

Jiumozhi had no anger and said calmly: "The master said this, but he committed a lie."

The people on the mountain of God looked at him very highly, how could they hear such words? They refuted: "Whether the Buddha said it in my heart, how can you say it?"

Jiumozhi said: "The Buddha knows in your heart, and I have learned it."

The monks had not yet understood how Jiumozhi could make such crazy words, but saw him fly back to the frame, pick up a petal, bent his fingers slightly, and smile without saying a word.

"Jiumozhi, you don't know..."

The man on the sacred mountain was about to sneer, laughing at him imitating the scripture of "The Buddha picked up flowers, and Kashyapa smiled."

Snee, snee!

At this moment, two fingers were heard attacking from the air, silently!

The man on the sacred mountain suddenly punched out his two fists, which contained internal force and hit it in the air, and dispersed the finger force.

Only after he defeated the finger force, the heroes behind him realized that Jiumozhi had used an extremely powerful fingering technique.

Seeing this, Jiumozhi praised: "I am worthy of being a sacred mountain man who is as famous as Abbot Xuanci!"

Although the man on the sacred mountain was born in a small temple, his martial arts skills were not ordinary. He was known as the "Fuhu" and the "Subduing Dragon" in the martial arts world a long time ago with Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin Temple. It is said that his martial arts skills were only between him and Abbot Xuanci.

The man on the sacred mountain looked solemnly, looked at Jiumozhi in a striking manner, and asked, "Is this the 'flower-picking finger' among the 72 unique skills of Shaolin?"

Jiumozhi smiled and said, "It is the method of picking flowers. I practice this finger, so I understand the Buddha's mind."

The man on the sacred mountain had just passed these two moves with Jiumozhi, and he had no intention of having a quarrel with him again, saying, "How can the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple be the Great Lun Mingwang far away in Tubo?"

Jiumozhi said: "Shaolin's unique skills are just from India. They are not unique to the Central Plains, so why can't I learn them?"

The man from the sacred mountain said slowly: "Today's Dalun King's intention is to use Shaolin's unique skills to stop me from waiting?"

Jiumozhi smiled and said, "I dare not. I dare not. The little monk has just discussed Buddhism with everyone. Now he can experience the martial arts of all the monks, which is also a kind of Buddhist exchange."

The man on the sacred mountain snorted coldly, took a step, bent his legs and fists in the air, posing the starting posture of "Arhat Fuhu Fist".

The Arhat Fuhu Fist is familiar to all the heroes in Buddhist martial arts. This boxing technique is not very clever, but it is a very solid boxing technique. It takes only ten years for ordinary monks to achieve something.

After the people on the sacred mountain were steadily swaying and stood tall, they were like sculptures, as if they were still moving as a mountain.

The heroes were amazed at the weight of their bodies and their strength, but Jiumozhi smiled and said, "The little monk is ugly!"

He suddenly jumped up, pinched his claws with both hands, and flew forward, using another Shaolin skill, "Indra Claw".

The man on the sacred mountain waved his fists, steadily, and resolved Jiumozhi's moves one by one.

Jiumozhi took advantage of the situation to grab his wrist, but he sank down, put his fists together, and used a move to "let the tiger return to the mountain", pushing Jiumozhi back with force!

boom!

Jiumozhi soared into the sky like a flying eagle. When someone was in the air, he suddenly threw a cassock out, like a waterfall, and his internal force penetrated it, quickly wrapping towards the people on the sacred mountain.

The man on the sacred mountain stopped just by one move. The move was old. At this time, he saw the cassock wrapping again. He was shocked and wanted to use his fists to move upwards, but his arms were tightly wrapped around his robes and could not move immediately.

Jiumozhi came again, but did not hurt him. He just gently pulled away his cassock and returned to the frame to sit down.

"Hahahahahaha, the people on the sacred mountain have great boxing skills. It's true that they are not as good as meeting them! We'll just click there."

Although these words are a complimentary, people on the sacred mountain feel embarrassed to be heard.

Master Shenyin, a junior brother from the man on the sacred mountain, asked, "Is the National Master Jiumozhi just used the 'Cassoya Demon-Suffering Art'?"

Jiumozhi said: "Good eyesight is exactly this skill."

The "Cassociation Demon-Subduing Art" was originally the masterpiece of Shaolin Abbot Xuan Ci. Apart from Xuan Ci, there was almost no one in the world to understand. But now, Jiumozhi is used as a master, and he is even better than Xuan Ci!

The man on the Shenshan Mountain is over 70 years old this year and has a deep internal strength. He originally thought that his martial arts skills were the best in the world, but before he even went up the mountain, he suffered a loss under Jiumozhi. He suddenly felt discouraged and silent.

"Six monks, can you please go to Shaolin Temple next?"

Jiumo Zhizheng was asking questions again, but a cold voice from a woman came from afar: "This is clearly Xiao Wuxianggong! But being coaxed by this monk is a Shaolin skill. Could it be that the monk has such a thick skin?!"

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ps: It is said that the new version of the TV series "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has been launched, and you can go and have a look if you are interested.
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