Among the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple, some focus on training the lower body, some focus on training light skills, some are good at boxing and palm exercises, and some use hidden weapons, such as knives or sticks. Each one has its own specialty, as well as its own internal skills.

For example, the Prajna Palm has its own internal strength, the Maha Finger has its own internal strength, and the Vajra Fist has its own internal strength. They are clearly distinguished and cannot be mixed. Therefore, although some people in Shaolin are proficient in several unique skills, they are limited to the fact that they do not conflict with each other.

This was well known to all the senior monks of Shaolin Temple, and the outside monks such as Shenshan and Daoqing were also aware of it. So when Jiumozhi said that he possessed 72 unique skills, they all thought that he was just talking nonsense and deceiving the world.

But when Jiumozhi showed his skills, it was indeed completely different. The Shaolin martial arts that combined both hardness and softness made everyone feel ashamed of themselves and speechless.

But A Zi and Feng Yi saw clearly that although the Shaolin skills displayed by Jiumozhi were magical and mysterious, his internal skills of using the Vajra Fist, Prajna Palm, Maha Finger and the Kasaya Subduing Demon Skill were actually the "Little Wuxiang Kung" of the Xiaoyao Sect.

This "Small Formless Kung Fu" is a Taoist discipline that emphasizes tranquility and inaction, and the wandering of the mind in the void. Compared with the "non-dwelling and non-attachment" discipline in Buddhist martial arts, although the name is similar, the essence is very different.

Although it cannot be said that he is mixing pearls with fish eyes, it is still specious, calling a horse a zebra, confusing right and wrong. It is definitely not what Jiumozhi said about possessing 72 unique skills.

A Zi inherited Wuyazi's skills, which contained not only Beiming Qi, but also "Little Wuxiang Gong". Tianshan Tonglao once told her how to use "Little Wuxiang Gong", but this Little Wuxiang Gong was Li Qiushui's unique magic skill, and Tonglao's knowledge of it was limited. It was not until later that Feng Yi and A Zi studied martial arts in a circle on the wall of the underground stone chamber in Lingjiu Palace, and A Zi got Feng Yi's guidance, that she gained a great understanding of the profound secrets of "Little Wuxiang Gong".

Therefore, as soon as Jiumozhi made a move, A Zi saw the clue, but she did not say anything because Feng Yi asked her to watch and not interfere.

At this time, A Zi saw Jiumozhi showing off his martial arts skills with a smug look, and she was very angry and wanted to expose him. But Feng Yi stopped her again, so A Zi had to give up.

Feng Yi knew that Jiumozhi came here to challenge Shaolin Temple, and with his martial arts, no one in Shaolin Temple could defeat him. Without Xuzhu to rescue him this time, the old man sweeping the floor might appear earlier, so he wanted to wait and see.

After all, Feng Yi came to Shaolin, although he wanted to watch the fun, his main purpose was to see the Sweeping Monk.

"Amitabha!" Xuan Ci sighed, "There are always people better than you. Compared with the martial arts of the national master, my decades of hard study are nothing. I'm afraid the old rules of Shaolin Temple need to be revised."

Jiumozhi was very proud in his heart, secretly cursing the Shaolin monk for being so shallow and not recognizing his Xiao Wuxiang Gong, but he remained calm on the surface, only clasping his hands together and saying: "Good, good! Brother Abbot, why are you so modest?"

Xuan Ci put his palms together and said: "Shaolin martial arts are extensive and profound, but my generation has not yet mastered the skills. Amitabha!"

"Amitabha!"

All the monks in the main hall chanted the Buddha's name at the same time, all of them looked dejected, and the main hall looked desolate.

The Shaolin School has been famous throughout the world for hundreds of years and has been the leader in Central Plains martial arts. Now the abbot has been forced into such a situation. He not only believes that the Shaolin School's skills are inferior to others, but also that the rules it has set may not be reasonable and appropriate.

As a result, not only did the Shaolin Temple suffer a crushing defeat, but the Chinese warriors also lost face in front of the foreigners.

The foreign monks Shenshan, Guanxin, Daoqing, Juexian, Rongzhi and Shenyin also felt that their faces were dull.

Ah Ziqi asked, "Can't they see it?"

Ah Zi thought that Shaolin Temple was famous throughout the world, and that these monks would be able to see through Jiumozhi's use of Shaolin's unique skills with the Xiao Wuxiang Gong. However, no one criticized him directly, and instead admitted defeat. Ah Zi was very confused and puzzled.

She had limited knowledge of martial arts, so how could she know that this Xiao Wuxiang Gong was profound and powerful, and that its power was definitely not inferior to any Shaolin martial arts? It was also a Taoist martial art, but the hall was full of Buddhist disciples. No matter how high their martial arts skills were, they would not practice Taoist internal skills.

What's more, "Small Formless Kung Fu" takes the word "formless" as its key point. It has no shape and no trace to be found. Unless one is also a master of this art, one will definitely not be able to see it.

Xuanci, Xuannan, Xuanji, Xuandu and others were all masters of the time, with great knowledge, and they also noticed that Jiumozhi's inner strength and Shaolin's unique skills were similar and quite different, but they also thought that Shaolin martial arts originated from India, and it was normal for the Indian martial arts to be slightly different from that of China. Thousands of miles away, hundreds of years apart, and Shaolin's unique skills had undergone many changes from generation to generation, it would be unreasonable if the two were still exactly the same, so they did not suspect anything.

Jiumozhi was at his ease, gently waving his sleeves, carefully adjusting his clothes, and said with a smile: "Since Abbot Xuanci said so, it means that you think your sect's 72 unique skills are seriously flawed, or even that they were not created by your sect at all. Then the word 'unique' must be changed."

Xuan Ci remained silent, feeling as if his heart was being cut by a knife.

Xuan Nan raised his eyebrows and said sternly, "The Imperial Master's skills are amazing. We admire him very much. Why do you have to be so aggressive?"

“Master Xuannan is wrong! Jiumozhi smiled, looked at the monks, and said with a smile: “In fact, in my opinion, Shaolin Temple might as well be disbanded. You all can go to Qingliang, Pudu and other temples for shelter and pursue your own future.

If you want to go to Tubo to practice Tantric Buddhism and worship under the master lama, I can also introduce you. Isn't it better than living in the Shaolin Temple, which has a false reputation?"

As soon as he said this, the monks were in an uproar. The Shaolin monks were filled with sorrow and anger. Some were furious, some were rubbing their hands together, and some were shouting loudly.

Xuan Tong said loudly: "Does the Imperial Master really want to challenge my Shaolin Temple by himself?"

Feng Yi had previously whispered to A Zi about Jiumozhi's intentions, and the senior monks of the Xuan generation had also heard it, but they thought that he was judging the senior Buddhist monks by his own mean character. Unexpectedly, this fellow Buddhist actually wanted to take over Shaolin Temple so that he could be remembered for generations.

Jiumozhi's eyes turned and he said with a proud smile: "Master Xuantong, you are too kind. How dare I be so arrogant? I came to the Central Plains alone. Although there are many martial arts masters, there are also a few true heroes. For example, the martial arts of the hero Feng makes me admire him very much.

When I heard that Shaolin Temple was holding a National Heroes Conference, I wanted to see what kind of solemn and magnificent atmosphere this place, which is known as the Taishan Beidou of the Central Plains martial arts world, has, and whether it can live up to the saying that Songshan is the most respected among the Five Mountains.

But after listening to what the eminent monks said and seeing their behavior, it seems that they are not as good as the Tianlong Temple of Dali Kingdom in the remote southern border. Alas! This is a great disappointment to me. "

Xuan Nan said, "Monks have long lost the desire to compete. Whether the Imperial Master says that Shaolin Temple is inferior to Tianlong Temple or Tianlong Temple is inferior to Shaolin Temple, as the saying goes, there is no north or south in Buddhism, so what is the difference? Xuan Nan appreciates the Imperial Master's advice!"

As he spoke, he walked out slowly, his sleeves fluttering, and the fist force from the bottom of his sleeves was directed towards Jiumozhi.

Jiumozhi smiled slightly and said: "I have long admired the master Xuannan's 'The World in His Sleeves' which is so awe-inspiring. I am so lucky to see it today." As he spoke, his sleeves fluttered and he punched out.

The kung fu they both possess is one of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple, called "The World in the Sleeves". When the sleeves are lifted, the fist power is emitted from the bottom of the sleeves.

Shaolin monks have always been concerned with meditation and Buddhism, and martial arts training is secondary. Being angry is already a violation of the precepts, let alone hitting someone? But Shaolin has been the leader of martial arts for hundreds of years, so how can they not use fists and feet? This "The Secret of the Sleeve" fist is hidden under the sleeve, and the appearance is much more elegant. The sleeves seem to cover up the fist force, aiming to prevent the enemy from seeing the fist force coming from and attacking him by surprise.

Little did he know that his sleeves contained extremely fierce moves and power. If the enemy was concentrating on breaking the moves hidden in his sleeves, he would turn the tables and hurt the enemy with the power of his sleeves.

One is a Shaolin monk who leads the martial arts world, and the other is a Tubo national master who dominates the Western Regions. Both are extraordinary figures in today's martial arts world.

In an instant, the two sleeves touched each other and there was a hissing sound. Jiumozhi's sleeves bulged, and Xuannan felt a tremendous force coming from his sleeves. When he was trying his best to resist, the opponent's sleeve force suddenly became powerful. Although it was slight, it allowed Xuannan to take a half step forward.

Jiumozhi’s Vajra Fist came out early, as fast as lightning and full of power, but both of their hands were hidden in their sleeves, and the onlookers could not see the mystery.

Xuan Nan suddenly felt something was wrong and was about to retreat quickly, but Jiumozhi's fist had already reached him. Xuan Nan had no way to avoid it and he swung his fist out quickly.

There was a slight "crackling" sound as the two fists collided. Xuan Nan felt a surge of extremely domineering internal force, which was absolutely different from his senior brother's Vajra Fist. In a flash, he couldn't help himself and took three steps back.

Xuan Nan was filled with shock and anger, and he felt as if his internal organs were turned upside down. His breath stagnated for an instant, and with a "puff", blood spurted out, and he suffered internal injuries.

Jiumozhi did not pursue, but put his hands together and said with a smile: "Thank you, thank you. The head of the Dharma Academy has profound internal strength, and his reputation is well-deserved."

All the monks were dissatisfied. The two men used exactly the same moves, but Xuannan vomited blood, while Jiumozhi acted as if nothing had happened. The difference in skill was immediately apparent.

But he also said that his inner strength was profound and his reputation was well-deserved. How ridiculous! Ah Zi snorted, "You monk got the advantage and still acted like a good boy!"

Jiumozhi smiled slightly and did not respond.

Xuan Nan suffered severe internal injuries and kept coughing. He was very angry and thought, "This person is using Shaolin's unique skills, but they are not the internal strength of our sect." He was unable to speak as his breath was held.

Xuan Tong's face darkened, his expression extremely frightening, he said coldly: "National Master, you are so cruel, is this what a Buddhist should do?"

Jiumozhi smiled and said, "Fists and feet are merciless. Since we have started fighting, casualties are inevitable. Master Xuantong is not satisfied with me, so please come down and teach me. If I am not as skilled as you, I will either live or die. Who can say anything else?"

Xuan Ci frowned and said, "The Great Wheel King is famous all over the world, but he is so arrogant. Isn't it unbecoming?"

"No." Xuan Nan took a deep breath, opened his eyes wide, and suddenly shouted, "The Shaolin skills that the national teacher showed are not my martial arts. And you said you have mastered 72 skills. Isn't that just bragging?"

When these words were spoken, everyone present was stunned.

The monks thought that Jiumozhi also used Shaolin's unique skills, but Xuannan's statement must not be groundless.

Jiumozhi frowned, wondering, "How does he know that I am not using Shaolin Kung Fu?" Then he understood, thinking, "The Shaolin monk is indeed quite accomplished."

It turns out that the Shaolin faction's Buddhist martial arts are all intended to defeat the enemy rather than kill him. Jiumozhi wanted to steal the limelight from the Shaolin Temple, so he seemed to be using Shaolin's unique skills, but just now, in order to win quickly, he used the "Flame Sword" and his attack was too fierce.

The onlookers were covered by the sleeves and could not see it, but Xuan Nan, as the one who felt it firsthand, felt it very clearly.

Ah Zi suddenly asked curiously, "Brother, didn't grandma say that only Li Qiushui knew the Little Wuxiang Kung Fu? How come this monk also knows it? Could he also be a descendant of the Xiaoyao Sect?"

Feng Yi said calmly: "It is not certain that learning Xiao Wuxiang Gong will make you the successor of Xiaoyao Sect."

Ah Zi pouted and said, "Why not? Could it be that this Little Wuxiang Gong was stolen by this national teacher?"

Feng Yi sneered and said, "The Little Wuxiang Kungfu is a Taoist teaching, and its depth is hard to fathom. Although it can be used to activate Shaolin's unique skills, it is somewhat specious. If you say that this is Shaolin's unique skill, wouldn't it be a joke in the martial arts world?"

Feng Yi saw at a glance that although Jiumozhi's move seemed seamless, there were actually gaps. As he spoke, he flicked his sleeve and the bronze tripod in the main hall began to spin, exactly the same as the "Kasaya Subduing Demon Skill" that Jiumozhi had just performed.

He raised his fist again and punched the tripod.

The punch was powerful, with a gust of wind behind it, but the tripod didn't make any sound. The rotating tripod stopped instantly, and not a bit of dust inside was blown up.

Everyone was puzzled when they heard a loud "crash" and the bronze tripod broke into pieces with the edges so neat as if it had been cut by a knife.

Feng Yi’s fists and palms could smash an iron gate or a rock into pieces, and break a bronze tripod with ease.

Many monks had never seen Feng Yi perform martial arts in person, but they saw that he behaved in a leisurely manner and most of the time when he came to the main hall was whispering with his lover. Many young monks couldn't help but look down on him.

When he suddenly displayed such magical power, more than a thousand monks were shocked and didn't know what to say.

Only then did he understand why Jiumozhi, as soon as he arrived, had led Feng Yi to say, in a roundabout way, that he would not interfere in the affairs between him and Shaolin.

It seems that he is afraid of Feng Yi's peerless magical powers.

Jiumozhi was even more embarrassed.

Feng Yi smiled slightly and said, "Master, have I also mastered the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills?"

Everyone understood that Ah Zi and Feng Yi, working in unison, had already exposed Jiumozhi's true colors.

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Xuan Ji sneered and said, "So this is how the National Master's so-called mastery of the Shaolin 72 unique skills works!"

Looking over, Jiumozhi's face was gloomy and he seemed to be very angry.

Feng Yi didn't want to get involved, but unexpectedly Jiumozhi attacked ruthlessly and directly injured Xuan Nan.

Feng Yi was naturally very dissatisfied when he thought about Xuan Nan's respect for him. Although he did not take action to control him, he wanted to expose his background so that he could not pretend to be cool.

Jiumozhi had been full of pride and had a amiable look on his face, but now he felt greatly humiliated and no longer pretended to be a great monk.

Immediately, his eyes rolled up and he sneered, "It turns out that the most powerful martial arts master in the Central Plains is a man who breaks his word and gets rich by breaking his promise.

The Shaolin Temple, known as the leader of the martial arts world, has no talented generals and can only rely on outsiders to suppress their fellow Buddhists.

Hehe, this is simply seeking fame and reputation, gaining a false reputation!"

When Ah Zi heard him talk about a man who does not keep his word, it was obvious that he was referring to Feng Yi, so she stood up suddenly.

"Amitabha!" Xuanci chanted, "Miss, don't mind it. This is a matter between the Shaolin Sect and the Imperial Master. Let's see how the Shaolin Temple fights against this eminent monk from the West!"

All the monks understood that with Jiumozhi's extraordinary magical power, no one on the field could rival him except Feng Yi.

However, although Feng Yi is highly skilled in martial arts, he is not a Shaolin disciple, even if he took action to defeat Jiumozhi.

However, knowledgeable people also know that the Shaolin School is built on people, and that relying on the martial arts of other schools is a shame for the Shaolin School.

Even if there were no outsiders at this time, how could these virtuous monks deceive themselves? Feng Yi held Ah Zi's hand, pulled her to sit down, and told her to stay calm.

At this critical moment, he was most looking forward to how Shaolin Temple would break the impasse.

Abbot Xuanci looked at Jiumozhi and said coldly: "Hero Feng and the Imperial Master are both guests of our temple. Since the establishment of our temple, it is common for us to exchange martial arts skills.

But it is the first time that someone like the National Master has used unorthodox martial arts to impersonate our temple's martial arts and come to cause trouble! Although we are disciples of Buddhism, we also have the heart to protect the law and subdue demons! "

In an instant, more than thirty monks of the Xuan generation in the main hall stood up and glared at Jiumozhi.

Seeing such a situation, even though Jiumozhi possessed superb martial arts skills, he still trembled in his heart.

But he held his spear and quivered, his eyebrows raised, not like his usual smiling face, he said in a deep voice: "Shaolin Temple is a famous sect, we cannot ask for help from outsiders, and we have to use our numbers to bully the few, relying on numbers to win. Under the reputation of hundreds of years, most of them are shameless. Come on, attack together, what do I have to fear?"

As he said this, he made a gesture with his hands and stared at everyone.

Jiumozhi was born with wisdom and had encountered many good fortunes since he was a teenager. He was taught the magical skill of "flaming sword" by the master of Nyingma School of Esoteric Buddhism. He swept the black sect in Tubo and shocked the western frontier. His skills and knowledge have reached a very high level. He defeated masters such as Ku Rong, Ben Yin and Ben Xiang in Tianlong Temple of Dali Kingdom, and then captured Duan Yu. By chance, he obtained the secret book of Xiao Wuxiang Gong in the "Langhuan Jade Cave" of Wang's family in Suzhou.

After reading it, I felt like I had entered a whole new world in martial arts.

The ultimate goal of Buddhist martial arts is "emptiness", while Taoist internal strength goes from "no stagnation, no hindrance" to "the state of no distinction". Although the two have different paths but the same goal and are very similar when practiced to a very high point, their entry methods and application methods are very different after all.

Moreover, when Jiumozhi obtained the secret book of Xiao Wuxiang Gong, the book was left by Li Qiushui. It was divided into eight secret books in total. In order to prevent others from stealing it, it was even written into a pharmacy account book.

At that time, Ding Chunqiu explained the Xiao Wuxiang Gong to Mrs. Wang, and Jiumozhi just realized the truth behind it. He hid himself and kept eavesdropping.

Unexpectedly, Ding Chunqiu also took away the seventh book and studied it on his own, which resulted in one less secret book involving the four extraordinary meridians: Chongmai, Daimai, Yangwei, and Yinwei.

Jiumozhi had no choice but to steal the other seven books and returned to Tubo. He practiced from the first book to the sixth book according to the techniques, and then practiced the four extraordinary meridians recorded in the eighth book. Then he turned back to practice the four extraordinary meridians recorded in the seventh book that he was missing.

He actually encountered some obstacles, but fortunately the Chong and Dai meridians were not often used, so he did not take it seriously. He thought that after he had mastered the skills of the other sixteen ordinary meridians, the skills of the remaining four extraordinary meridians would come naturally and be integrated.

However, after arriving in the Central Plains, he was defeated by Feng Yi, but on Leigushan Mountain, Feng Yi talked about the essence of martial arts.

Although Jiumozhi possessed the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance, his comprehension was extremely high. Otherwise, he would not have been able to rely on an incomplete copy of the "Little Wuxiang Gong" secret book to practice it to the point where he could use Shaolin's unique skills and remain unnoticed by a group of monks.

Feng Yi's speech at Leigushan Mountain made people like Murong Fu only have some understanding, but Jiumozhi was greatly shocked. He felt that there was a lot of meaning in his words, so he left immediately.

He found a secret place, burned incense, and comprehended the magic. Although he was defeated by Feng Yi and felt resentful, he felt that he had made great progress in his practice over the past six months, and his resentment towards Feng Yi was much less.

The next step is to combine the Shaolin skills that he has practiced for many years with his own martial arts. But when he heard that the Shaolin Temple was going to hold a martial arts conference, he thought that he could use the Xiao Wuxiang Gong to use the Shaolin skills to enter Shaolin and defeat all the monks, thus bringing ruin to the Shaolin sect.

If he could single-handedly defeat this ancient temple that was famous in the martial arts world, he would not only be famous throughout the ages, but would also establish an unprecedented achievement for Tubo and live up to the title of national teacher.

After all, the host of this hero conference is gone, so what kind of conference is there for the Central Plains martial arts world? He, Jiumozhi, will be a legendary figure in the martial arts world in the future, enough to surpass the founder of Shaolin, Bodhidharma.

Unexpectedly, his Xiao Wuxiang Gong was recognized by Feng Yi and A Zi, making Shaolin Temple feel that they were fooled.

How could he resist a group of high monks rushing forward? He used words to pressure the Shaolin sect into fighting him alone.

After hearing Jiumozhi's words, the Shaolin monks naturally understood his intention. The senior monks of the Xuan generation looked at each other, and all felt that today's matter was too difficult.

Xuan Nan was the second best master in Shaolin Temple after Xuan Ci. Even he was easily defeated by Jiumozhi, and Xuan Ci also ended up in complete defeat.

But if they really rushed in, Shaolin Temple would lose its reputation. Even if they defeated Jiumozhi, how could they gain a foothold in the martial arts world in the future? In the end, Shaolin Temple would lose face.

It was like a defeat even though we won! Xuan Ci showed a sad expression: "Buddha has mercy on us. Shaolin is in great trouble. I am ashamed to be the head monk. My fellow disciples, please step down for the time being.

Today, I will live and die with Shaolin!" He walked out slowly, his eyes calm and focused, staring at Jiumozhi.

More than thirty eminent monks of the Xuan generation chanted "Amitabha" in unison, their voices were solemn and tragic. They understood that the Shaolin Temple had reached a critical juncture of survival, honor and disgrace.

Abbot Xuanci challenged Mahalakshmi Vajra King alone, which showed that he had the intention to die for the temple.

Because he could neither order the Shaolin disciples to charge in unison, nor could he order them to seek shelter in other temples. There was no escape except death.

"Okay!" Jiumozhi said calmly, "Whether Shaolin Temple is just a name for nothing and will be expelled from the martial arts world depends entirely on the abbot's ability!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard someone outside the mountain gate laughing loudly, and a heroic and majestic voice rang out: "Who wants to expel the Shaolin Temple from the martial arts world? What a big mouth!"

The sound was not very loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.

Everyone looked at each other in astonishment, and Feng Yi was no exception. He was surprised and amused, thinking, "Wow, could it be that the Shaolin Temple is really blessed by the Buddha? Is this even possible?"

In a flash, a big man appeared at the door of the main hall.

He was a burly man with a square face. Although he was dressed in cloth, the stern look between his brows could not be concealed.

When they saw this man's face, everyone was moved.

Master Daoqing of Pudu Temple was an expert at judging people, and he cheered inwardly, "What a heroic man, a great general!"

(End of this chapter)