btmnovel Chapter 176 Sweeping Monk, Extinct!
Chapter 176 Sweeping Monk, Extinct!
Chapter 176 Sweeping Monk, Extinct!
Shaolin Temple is a well-known and upright school, and it has always been as famous as Wudang School, and they are both called Taishan Beidou in the martial arts.
These two sects have a very important position in martial arts novels.
However, due to the recent rise of Lu Ming.
Whether in terms of reputation or overall strength, the Wudang faction has gradually become a giant in the martial arts world.
Even the Shaolin Temple cannot shake the position of the Wudang Sect.
Lu Ming did not expect that when he came to Shaolin Temple, he was not stopped.
The abbot of Shaolin Temple has already been waiting in the Daxiong Hall.
"Benefactor Zhang! Uncle Master has been waiting for a long time in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, please follow me here!"
Lu Ming glanced at the other party, then followed him towards the outside of the Daxiong Hall.
Wei Yixiao was about to follow, but was stopped by the little novice next to him.
"I'm sorry, Master Wei, Master Uncle only wants to see Master Zhang! Please wait here!"
Wei Yixiao was a little annoyed when he heard this, he always felt that he was discriminated against not only in Kunlun School, but also in Shaolin Temple.
But there is no way, whoever let himself can't beat the opponent, he can only wait outside resentfully.
Lu Ming followed behind the abbot, passing the discipline courtyard, the Bodhidharma courtyard, and room 36.
Finally, it stopped in front of an extremely magnificent hall.
Write a letter to the Sutra Pavilion!
The world's martial arts originated from Shaolin. The Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple is said to have a collection of 800 million books, which contains various martial arts secrets.
In the world of Yitian, the one with the highest martial arts and force value is the sweeping monk of the Sutra Pavilion.
Lu Ming also fought against the other party once,
But at that time, the opponent had already reached the realm of a great master, and it was not the body who came,
Therefore, that brief encounter was just a move.
Now Lu Ming came again.
When I saw the old monk again, I realized that he seemed to be stronger than I imagined.
The old monk was about 70 years old, with a broom in his hand, dressed in gray cloth, and looked graceful.
He stood there, even though he was not wearing a cassock, he still had an extraordinary temperament than the abbot, and his aura seemed to be integrated with the heaven and earth.
With a broom in hand, sweeping the dust off the ground,
Every move seems to contain infinite mysteries, and there are indescribable and endless laws hidden in it.
Lu Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and the energy and blood on the opponent's body exuded a strong sense of power like a furnace above the sky.
This qi and blood can only be felt by those who have reached the Grand Master.
Unlike the abbot of Shaolin Temple next to him, he will never be able to feel the power of a great master until he reaches the level of a great master.
This is not at all the blood and aura that an ordinary 80-[-]-year-old old man can exude.
This floor sweeping monk is indeed the strongest fighting force in Shaolin Temple.
"Master uncle, benefactor Zhang has arrived!"
The abbot said respectfully to the old monk who was sorting books in the store.
Looking back, the sweeping monk saw that the few sparse long beards were all white, and said the Buddha's name to the abbot.
"Abbot Xie, I'm sorry! Please let me have a word with Benefactor Zhang!"
"Master, please go ahead!"
After the abbot of Shaolin Temple left, the sweeping monk looked at Lu Ming with a smile on his old face: "Benefactor Zhang, don't come here without any harm!"
Lu Ming chuckled: "Master, it has been more than three months since we last parted ways on Kongtong Mountain. Master is still healthy and his aura is stronger!"
He held the broom in his hand, sweeping the dust that was not much on the ground,
As soon as the broom was swept, there was an invisible wind, carrying the dust on the ground, rushing towards the outside of the hall in an extremely regular manner, like a gentle breeze and flowing water.
"It can't compare to Master Zhang, who has reached the realm of immortals now!"
"The Wudang faction has a benefactor named Zhang, who has become a giant in the martial arts world! The future is limitless!"
Lu Ming smiled, walked into the hall, and casually flipped through a scroll of scriptures on the shelf.
Diamond Sutra……
"The master said this, why do I feel a resentment."
"After Master Zhang came back from Binghuo Island, he stirred up blood and blood in the entire martial arts world, and there was no peace,"
"Decades of peace are gone forever, benefactor Zhang is a good means!"
Lu Ming chuckled: "Master, do you think this is a bad thing?"
"For the entire martial arts world, the existence of Master Zhang may not be a good thing."
"Does Master want to stop me?"
He looked calm, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
"I also really want to feel the power master Zhang has mastered!"
As the words fell, the sweeping monk looked at Lu Ming, stepped on his foot, and his figure suddenly disappeared in place.
Immediately afterwards, a broom pointed at Lu Ming,
On the broom, there seemed to be countless steel needles flying out, densely packed, pointing towards Lu Ming.
Lu Ming's expression remained unchanged, he raised his right hand, flipped his palm and struck out with a bolt of lightning.
He grasped it with five fingers, and the purple thunder spread in front of his eyes, and immediately turned into a big net, blocking the rushing steel needle.
The true energy in Lu Ming's body gathered in his palms, and the purple thunder net immediately burst into light, carrying huge palm power, like a billowing black tide, sweeping towards the sweeping monk overwhelmingly.
"Amitabha!"
The sweeping monk chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, stepped back and appeared three feet away,
The intensive offensive formed by the surging purple thunder was unable to offend the opponent in the slightest.
The sweeping monk can dodge any pursuit by retreating and dodging.
"If I hear..."
The sweeping monk whispered softly,
Dots of golden Buddha light emerged from him, forming a huge Buddha,
The golden body of the dharma, the solemn treasure, and the sound of the Buddha's name are continuously heard.
Outside the Sutra Pavilion, plants, bunches, and plants all exude vitality when they feel the recitation of the Buddha's name.
The sweeping monk raised his palm, and with a majestic force, it turned into an invisible high wall and moved towards Lu Ming.
In the sky, the huge Buddha lifted up his big mudra and fell down,
A terrifying aura enveloped Lu Ming from all directions, filled with golden light and solemn treasures, and suppressed Lu Ming.
Lu Ming was dressed in black clothes, and his eyes were slightly narrowed. This was the first time he had competed with a great master.
Of course, the time with Si Pengtian doesn't count,
After all, Si Pengtian was already half dead, and it was just a simple collision of artistic conceptions, so Lu Ming couldn't feel happy.
However, at this moment, the sweeping monk’s strength is unfathomable.
And at the Grand Master level, one can already faintly mobilize the power of heaven and earth.
Lu Ming grinned, feeling that this trip was not in vain.
The corners of his mouth curled up, and he felt extremely happy inside.
In an instant, the majestic zhenqi in his body burst out.
In an instant, outside the entire scripture-reserving pavilion, the wind howled, and dark clouds rose out of thin air.
Around the Shaolin Temple, countless monks ran out, looking at the sky above the Sutra Pavilion with shocked expressions.
"What... what happened!"
……
"Come on, let me see how powerful the grand master is!"
Lu Ming laughed loudly, his body was wrapped in purple thunder, and traces of lightning flashed non-stop.
With a leap of his stature, he threw himself in front of him, and punched out with his fist raised!
Facing the terrifying attack from the sweeping monk, Lu Ming raised his hand and punched him directly.
Huge and dense purple thunder gathered on his fist with incredible speed and method, like a violent storm,
With the coercion of landslides and ground cracks, it fell towards the sweeping monk.
Palm Thunder!
boom!
The attacks of Palm Thunder and Sweeping Monk collided directly.
The space between the two immediately twisted and sunk.
A silent coercion suddenly spread out.
spread in all directions.
The monks in the distance suddenly felt the panic and coercion descending, and they all felt pale.
"That senior in the Sutra Pavilion, who is he fighting against?!"
The existence of the sweeping monk has always been a mystery in Shaolin.
This existence that usually does not show mountains and does not show water is called the mysterious existence of Shaolin Temple, and its combat effectiveness is also the highest.
At the same time, he is the only great master of Shaolin Temple.
He has rescued Shaolin Temple countless times in the past.
I am afraid that he is the number one master in martial arts today!
There are probably less than three people who can fight against him.
But now, who is competing with the other party inside?
There was shock and fear on their faces.
The abbot of Shaolin Temple came to the side, looking in the direction of the Sutra Pavilion with a sad face,
There was howling wind, thunder and lightning, and sometimes purple lightning and golden Buddha light flew out.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Cuishan has grown to such an extent!
This time, I don't know if my master uncle can resist the opponent.
boom!
There was another dull sound in the Sutra Pavilion.
The internal force in the hands of the sweeping monk gathered together, and a long golden stick was condensed in the palm of his hand. With a leap, he tapped the stick,
In an instant, the stick shadow filled the sky and fell towards Lu Ming.
The corner of Lu Ming's mouth grinned, and he drew out the electric knife. Thunder light flickered, and the long knife slashed in his hand, and immediately burst into an extremely bright knife light, falling towards his eyes.
Dugu Nine Swords!
The radiant sword light carried majestic thunder and lightning, covering and devouring everything, and the shadows of sticks all over the sky were disintegrating and dissipating.
The sweeping monk's arms shook, and he felt a sense of numbness. He quickly took seven or eight steps back and looked at Lu Ming with a look of shock on his face.
"It really is, a hero is born as a boy!"
The sweeping monk let out a sigh of emotion, and suddenly said: "Benefactor Zhang will take another trick from this old monk!"
During the speech, he took a big step.
A monk's robe fluttered without wind, and his eyebrows fluttered. The Buddha's light circulated on his body, and the Buddha's voice lingered, and golden glows bloomed from his body.
"If I smell it!"
A Buddha's name was recited from his mouth, like an oracle falling from the endless sky. In an instant, Lu Ming felt infinite pressure falling from the sky,
His feet sank suddenly, and dense cracks spread wildly.
Lu Ming stared.
From the sweeping monk, a thousand-armed Avalokitesvara rose out of thin air.
For a time, the treasured appearance solemnly penetrated the Dharma Realm, and the Sanskrit sound spread all over the world.
Throughout the Shaolin Temple, countless monks with devout faces knelt down and worshiped in the direction of the Sutra Pavilion, chanting continuously about the appearance of the true Buddha.
At that time, Lu Ming felt a terrible breath flowing, spreading, clearing his mind, as if being washed, he couldn't help but bow down,
The sweeping monk pinched the Buddha seal with both hands, and pointed at Lu Ming.
Thousands of arms were waving, the sound of the Buddha was lingering, the Buddha statue was solemn, and the clear glass, with incredible power, came towards Lu Ming to suppress it.
Lu Ming's eyes flickered, and his eyes gradually deepened as he looked at the power that almost covered the sky.
He drove the super thought power in his body, and it gushed out into a vast sea,
Suddenly, a translucent force burst out from the void, covering Lu Ming.
That power seemed ordinary, but the power of the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara bombarded it, but it couldn't shake it at all.
boom!
The terrifying power fell, and for a moment it was like a flood breaking its banks, rolling away in all directions.
boom!
The power was completely dissipated.
The huge scripture pavilion was lifted by a huge force, and with a 'bang', the majestic and solemn hall collapsed directly.
The billowing smoke and dust formed a storm and rolled out in all directions. Trees were moved down, boulders were crushed, and the ground sank several meters.
Countless monks stared wide-eyed, watching this scene in disbelief.
The Sutra Pavilion... was actually destroyed!
This place, which represented the facade of Shaolin Temple, is gone...
The wave of sand and dust has not dissipated, and countless scriptures, martial arts, and secret books have been destroyed by the fluctuation of power.
The floor-sweeping monk looked at everything around him, and then at the calm and calm Lu Ming in front of him, and was in a daze for a while.
"Amitabha...I lost...the future martial arts world will definitely belong to Donor Zhang..."
In an instant, he bowed down and recited the Buddha's name, and sat cross-legged on the spot, his whole body turned into dots, and he actually sat down on the spot!
Shaoqing, only one monk's robe was left behind, and inside that monk's robe, there was a relic,
Lu Ming swept the relic lightly, then turned around and left the place.
When the dust dissipated, everyone glanced in the direction of the Sutra Pavilion, but they didn't see anyone, only a monk's robe in the deep pit.
The abbot of Shaolin Temple looked there, muttered in his mouth, and suddenly left two lines of tears...
"Uncle Master... has passed away!"
When the monks around him heard this, their expressions changed drastically.
What a shocking news this is.
A great master was killed by Lu Mingzhen like this! !
……
Wei Yixiao waited quietly outside the main hall.
When he felt the terrifying fluctuations coming from the temple and the bursts of precious light and thunder and lightning, although he was shocked in his heart, he was not too moved.
It must be Zhang Wuye who is fighting his opponent, he is no longer surprising.
Now, he is more adored and awed by Zhang Cuishan.
No matter what Zhang Cuishan does, he must be the one who wins in the end anyway!
Look again.
He saw Lu Mingyun walking out calmly and briskly.
Immediately afterwards, there was a large group of monks crying bitterly.
"Fifth Master, is the matter settled?" Wei Yixiao saw him, and immediately burst out laughing.
"Let's go!" Lu Ming nodded calmly.
"Good!" Wei Yixiao led the way, leading Lu Ming down.
At the foot of the mountain, Lu Ming didn't get into the carriage, but let Wei Yixiao go back alone.
Although Wei Yixiao was confused, he didn't ask any more questions and drove the carriage directly to leave.
Lu Ming looked around for a while, his eyes were deep, and he glanced in the direction of Shaolin Temple behind him, before leaving.
As he challenged the world's top combat power one by one,
Lu Ming's goals were accomplished one by one,
He felt that it was time to leave here,
So at this moment, Lu Ming just wants to simply take a walk!
Enjoy the scenery of Yitian World! !
(End of this chapter)