Chapter 38: The rogue discusses the way of Buddhism

Suddenly, Makino realized something was wrong, why are there people around him?

What? Why did I suddenly come to the stage?

When Muye was panicked and looked at him, he saw a little smile in the crowd.

Okay, you sweeping monk, you actually changed my authentic direction, sinister! sinister!

The King of Zhenbian spoke.

"Master Fangzheng, is this your seventh person? It's really interesting to have come out of the ground."

Master Fang Zheng thought for a moment.

"This is the seventh person to fight in our Shaolin Temple."

Makino stood there in a daze. He suddenly felt that he had fallen into a huge trap and could not struggle.

The fat old monk smiled.

"The ones who were fighting against me just now were old monks in their forties and fifties. You are indeed young, let's hear the magic number."

Makino scratched his head, "The abbot has never given him a magic number." However, if he said not, he would definitely be caught by the fat old monk and laughed at him.

"I am a monk's Dharma name Wu... Wusiren."

"Suffering people to death? Haha, your magic number is really unique. Let's do it like this. When you are young, you can speak first."

Makino was at a loss. Suddenly, he remembered that he had just signed in a few days ago to obtain a rogue Buddhist ritual.

Muye smiled, and he secretly urged his internal energy, and lit up this technique, and obtained the mystery - it was not worth the effort to make people angry.

"The secret is launched, it will be a waste of life!"

"This person is suffocating, why are you standing there?"

Seeing that Muye had not spoken, the fat old monk laughed, and the audience burst into laughter.

"I think Shaolin Temple will lose."

"That's right, I thought the seventh man was a monk who was in the box. Who knew he was actually a young man!"

When Makino heard these remarks, he didn't take them seriously, but instead smiled.

The fat old monk was a little confused when he saw it.

"What did you laugh at me?"

"I didn't laugh at you."

"You're just laughing."

"I'm laughing at a dog."

"You call me a dog."

Makino waved at a dog below the stage.

The audience burst into laughter, and everyone realized that Shaolin Temple had found a scoundrel to fight against the scoundrel.

The fat old monk was determined to find face.

"Do you dare to drink?"

Makino directly drank a bottle of Erguotou and put it down.

"What's the matter with me, Bibi?"

The fat old monk was restless, and a bottle of white took a few seconds, and he encountered a tough guy.

It is better to reason well against such people, but you don’t understand Buddhist principles. What should you do?

By the way, I am the king of Yunnan, so I might as well be with this guy.

The fat old monk smiled.

"We might as well decide the outcome by pairing."

"Come."

"Seeing the little monk's chicks laughing at him with a pot of swaying his big belly."

"Sigh your mother poured you a cup of green tea."

"You, you, you sneak attacked my 69-year-old comrade, who is not moral and polite, and advises you to do your own things."

"I, I, I'm so angry that you are a 69-year-old hooligan. Go and ask your mother, what should she do to me?"

[The system received resentment from Modokong, experience 1000.]

Makino smiled and it turned out that the fat old monk was called Modokong.

The two of them came for a few more rounds, and Modou vomited blood in his mouth, fainted on the ground, and was carried down.

The whole house cheered.

The King of Zhenbian was furious and sent six people to continue to fight, but was defeated one by one.

The abbot smiled and nodded.

That night, the monks in Shaolin Temple cheered and carried Muye down to celebrate.

King Zhenbian clenched his fists and walked up.

"Is this little master Wusiren very powerful?"

"Don't dare to take it, don't dare to take it."

"Then the next martial arts discussion, please don't be absent from the younger master."

“That’s natural.”

Muye didn't care at all. He was the seventh man in the battle. Although the monks in front could not deal with the hooligan Modokon, he could defeat him compared to martial arts.

After Makino celebrated, he was about to go to bed, but the door was pushed open by the sweeping monk.

Makino quickly made a defensive posture.

"Old monk, what do you want to do? I tell you, I might be on stage tomorrow. If you beat me up and I can't go on stage, then it will be the blame for Shaolin Temple."

"Hmph, dig the tunnel, do you think I don't know your trick?"

"Then you just change my trajectory and force me to come on stage?"

"Forget it, I won't talk to you. Did you write down the Yijin Sutra and the Tathagata Divine Palm that day?"

Makino was stunned. He knew everything about this monk?

"Do you know what kind of exercise is the Tathagata's magic palm?"

"I haven't heard of this."

"Yes, there are not many people in Shaolin who have the qualifications to learn this kung fu over the years."

"Senior, come and listen?"

The sweeping monk snorted disdainfully and started talking.

The Tathagata's magic palm has extremely high requirements for qualifications, but it is extremely powerful after learning it. There are two great magical skills circulating in the world today, Dugu Nine Swords and Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm. The Nine Swords of Dugu are actually slightly better than the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm.

And the Tathagata's magic palm has a lot of connection with the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

In fact, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm is an alteration of the Tathagata's Divine Palm. After the change, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm reduced the qualification requirements, but the power was also reduced.

The comprehensive power of the Tathagata's divine palm is on par with the Dugu Nine Swords.

"In this way, if I learned the Tathagata's magic palm, wouldn't I have two great magical skills?"

"Indeed, the internal force of the Tathagata's divine palm consumes little, short, flat and fast; while the internal force of the Dugu Nine Swords consumes a lot, but the power is great in each move. One internal force consumes a small power but has more moves, and the other internal force consumes a large power but has few moves. It's good to cooperate."

Makino rolled his eyes and started laughing.

"Senior came here to help me practice?"

"Hmph, if Shaolin Temple hadn't been in danger this time, I wouldn't have let you take such a big advantage."

Another advantage of Tathagata's magic palm is that it is easy to practice.

However, although it is easy to practice, it is a divine-level martial art after all. It is not like the rogue Buddhist martial arts, so it is easy to practice to perfection.

In addition, the Tathagata's magic palm combined with the Yijin Sutra can exert its maximum power.

That night, the monk sweeping the floor used his own internal strength to help Li Muye unblock the meridians and repair his magical skills.

At dawn, Muye stood up, and the Yijin Sutra and Tathagata's magic palm were completed.

He stood up and bowed to the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk still looked disdainful and left with a look of disdain.

After breakfast, the martial arts conference began.

The order is still the same as yesterday, with two matches.

In the end, Shaolin Temple won the top spot without any surprises.

Of course, seeing the King Zhenbian like this, the other three temples secretly told their disciples to be defeated in case of an accident.

As the head of the five courtyards, Shaolin Temple is reasonable to take everything.

If Shaolin Temple cannot beat Dali Temple, of course, the others cannot beat. Shaolin Temple can win, but other temples may not necessarily win. This is the truth.

Modo's sword crossed the sword, with a murderous intent.

This guy seems to be about to exhale yesterday's resentment.
Chapter completed!