247. Chapter 241 Sending Buddha to the West



You Tanzhi saw that this palm would kill Xiao Yuanshan, but he felt a warm current surge, and it was as if an air wall was built around Xiao Yuanshan's body, like a solid wall, or a ball of cotton wool, and his palm could not move forward even half an inch.

You Tanzhi knew the danger and quickly retreated. Even so, he felt his palms getting hot. He looked up and saw an old monk in green clothes next to Xiao Yuanshan.

When everyone saw that when the old monk moved, his sleeves did not flutter, his knees did not bend, he was like falling catkins and floating smoke, and he did not lift his feet or move his hands, so You Tanzhi was scared away.

Xiao Feng, Murong Fu and the others didn't take it seriously, but the heroes who came from behind were all terrified. They thought that there was such a master in Shaolin Temple, which was worthy of being a traditional martial arts school. There was a silence on the field.

You Tanzhi clenched his hands and wanted to speak, but his throat was dry and he couldn't utter a word.

He thought he had inherited the legacy of the "God of Wind" and could continue his legend and be invincible. But when he came to Shaolin Temple, he was defeated by everyone he met.

Xiao Feng, Xiao Yuanshan, and Feng Yi are all top-notch masters of the time, and each of them is feared in the martial arts world, that's all.

I have only practiced martial arts for two years, but what is the origin of this dying old monk? At this time, Feng Yi laughed loudly and said, "Master, it is often said that you should repay kindness with kindness and repay grievances with justice. Since Xiao Yuanshan has achieved enlightenment and wants to end the grudge and let You Tanzhi take revenge, it is natural for both of them to act. If you forcefully intervene, isn't it a joke that the four elements are empty?"

He wanted to challenge the old monk, but he was unwilling to take advantage of Xiao Feng's injury.

So he blocked Xiao Feng's palm before, but he felt more and more that his chances of winning against the old man in his prime were slim.

When I heard that You Tanzhi was coming, I hoped that he would muddy the waters. I wanted to see how the old monk would handle the matter.

After all, we need to save people thoroughly and send Buddha to the west.

Just like today, since he had confronted the Sweeping Monk, he could not back down, and the same was true for the old monk saving people. It was never easy to blunt the enemy's edge and resolve disputes.

If you give up halfway, it will become a joke.

If you don't have the skills, don't take on the job. This applies to all times.

To put it more clearly, Feng Yi's move was not aimed at the grudge between You Tanzhi and Xiao Yuanshan, but at breaking the old monk's magic.

The old monk can make Xiao Yuanshan realize the truth, but I can’t make You Tanzhi and Xiao Feng realize the truth as well!

The old monk smiled and said, "Repaying evil with good is not bad. That layman has killed many people. If you want to repay evil with good, what about their lives?"

How could the old monk not know that You Tanzhi's appearance had ruined all his wishful thinking?

Feng Yi was very wary of him, and so was the old monk.

These two men are rare masters in the world. After two confrontations, each has his own strengths, and they all know that a battle today is inevitable.

The party that attacks first, unless it has calculated very accurately and gained the advantage at the very beginning, then once the offensive is launched, the defense of its own side will certainly be weakened accordingly, and this is an opportunity that can be exploited.

In front of the foreign monks and a group of masters, the old monk put on an unfathomable attitude and converted Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, the most difficult people in the martial arts world! So he was defeated, but Shaolin could not be defeated.

Especially since there were thousands of martial arts figures coming at this time, if the Sweeping Monk really had nothing in his heart, why would he sweep every day? Feng Yi was obsessed with the idea and came to Shaolin Temple to find the Sweeping Monk. For him, it was not that he could not afford to lose. However, he had a lot of magical skills, had practiced in the deep valley for two years, and had been instructed by Huang Shang, a martial arts master who was unique in the world, for more than a year. If he lost, it would be as if Huang Shang was also overwhelmed by the Sweeping Monk, which caused him to be under great pressure.

Therefore, the two of them observed the enemy's strengths and weaknesses and accumulated strength from the beginning. Now in front of all these martial arts heroes, the Sweeping Monk naturally couldn't say that Xiao Yuanshan had already been slaughtered and others shouldn't take revenge.

But if he saw Xiao Yuanshan being beaten to death by You Tanzhi, Xiao Feng would have to avenge his father, and he could not ask Xiao Feng not to take revenge.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "I have killed many people. Whoever has the ability can come and take revenge. I have never let anyone forget..." When he said this, his heart skipped a beat and he felt like he had been tricked.

This is just judging right and wrong based on strength.

"Amitabha!" The old monk put his palms together and said, "All appearances are not appearances, and the clouds are empty but not empty. Mr. Xiao joined Buddhism to atone for his past sins, all because of me. If you want to seek revenge, you should find me. For every number of people Mr. Xiao killed, you should hit me with one palm, until there is no more hatred in your heart."

You Tanzhi was stunned when he heard this and said, "I have no grudge against you, why would I hit you?

Feng Yi smiled faintly and said, "This master has great magical powers. Even if you use all your strength and fight until tomorrow, you can't hurt him at all." He thought of Kong Jian asking Xie Xun to beat him.

Everyone also thought that the sweeping monk did not raise his hands and feet, and the true energy in his body naturally surged out, and he lifted Xuansheng and others up, and even bounced Murong Fu and You Tanzhi out one after another. With such magical powers, how could You Tanzhi hurt him at all? This old monk was just talking cheaply.

The old monk frowned and said, "I have practiced for nearly a hundred years longer than you, so it would be unfair to use internal force to protect my body.

In this way, I will not use my internal strength to protect myself, nor will I fight back. As long as you can hurt me, I will not interfere with your revenge. If you cannot hurt me, this matter will be over. How about that? "

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

The same is true for Feng Yi. Does this old monk really have the mercy to cut off his own flesh and feed the eagle?

Xiao Yuanshan said: "Master..."

"Amitabha!" The old monk put his palms together and said, "To save people, we must save them thoroughly. Send the Buddha to the west.

Although you have the intention to repent, Gang Leader You killed you, and your son will definitely avenge you. This will never end, and I, the old monk, should give an explanation for all this!"

You Tanzhi knew that the old monk had promised in front of everyone and would never regret it, so he said, "Old monk, I must take revenge. If you resist, don't blame me if you die!"

The old monk smiled and said, "You and Master Feng have the same abilities. It is not in vain that you killed me."

Feng Yi's heart trembled, and he secretly sighed that this old monk had an extremely sharp eye, and he could even see this. He thought he could see it from his body shape and steps.

He also wanted to see how the old monk could resist You Tanzhi without using his internal energy or fighting back.

You Tanzhi was stunned for a moment after hearing what he heard. Suddenly, his body shook, and he crossed his fists, pressing his right fist against the old monk's chest.

But when his fist hit his chest and the force was about to be released, the old monk smiled slightly and suddenly took a step to the left.

You Tanzhi quickly turned around and swung his left fist. The onlookers, who were several feet away, felt the strong wind blowing on their faces like a knife. Those with low martial arts skills felt like a huge rock pressing down on them. Some tried to resist with all their strength, while others quickly retreated.

Unexpectedly, the old monk retreated another step, more than a meter away. You Tanzhi was shocked and lost all his strength. He had no time to think in a hurry. He punched out continuously like an arrow from a bow, and rushed towards the old monk with lightning speed. The force was extremely strong and overwhelming.

Unexpectedly, the old monk disappeared at the moment when You Tanzhi put his right fist on his chest and had not yet followed up with his left fist.

Feng Yi slowly raised his head and looked up at the sky. Ah Zi knew that he was thinking about some difficult problem in his mind, so she asked, "What's wrong?"

Feng Yi sighed: "This kid will vomit blood and fall down within ten moves."

Ah Zi was startled, but saw the two men moving so fast and agilely, You Tanzhi's punch followed one after another, each one faster and more powerful than the last. Suddenly, You Tanzhi groaned, and staggered back as if he were drunk.

You Tanzhi's face turned red, his throat gurgled a few times, his eyes rolled back suddenly, a mouthful of black blood spurted out, and he fell backwards.

The old monk stood with his hands folded, looking calm and relaxed.

Everyone was shocked. You Tanzhi had attacked earlier with Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan with extraordinary power, but he vomited blood and fell to the ground before the old monk could even make a move. This ability was truly that of a god or Buddha.

You Tanzhi only felt his veins unblocked and his body lightened, but he felt despair in his heart. He murmured, "Dad, Mom, Uncle, I am incompetent and cannot avenge you."

Suddenly, Feng Yi burst into laughter and said, "Brilliant, brilliant! Master tricked the enemy into vomiting blood, but used his supreme magical power to heal his internal injuries. It's really brilliant. But how can you say that all phenomena are not phenomena, and the clouds are not empty!"

The old monk smiled and said, "How come you, a wise man, cannot see through the world? Don't you know that emptiness and non-emptiness are just a matter of changing your mind?"

It turned out that You Tanzhi had been injured by Feng Yi's cold and yin energy before. Although he vomited blood and fell to the ground during the duel with the Sweeping Monk this time, he felt very comfortable in his chest after spitting out the black blood.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Okay, you are awesome, whatever you say is right!"

He looked at You Tanzhi and said calmly: "Even a defeated general should behave like a defeated general. What are you doing lying on the ground?"

You Tanzhi climbed up quickly, hunched over, and did not dare to look Feng Yi in the eye. He vaguely guessed who the "God of the Wind" was, and that he had brought shame upon this master.

Feng Yi sighed and said, "I've long told you that your strength is too direct, and you still don't know how to adapt.

This Great Demon Subduing Fist is extremely powerful, huge and strong, but it is very easy to break. The person who created this fist is a Taoist master who is also well versed in Confucianism and Buddhism, so he has his own way of adapting it.

You have only learned the basics, and your force is too direct and strong. When you meet a master, he will deliberately reveal his flaws to lure you into a trap. If you miss your attack, your opponent will surely launch a fierce counterattack. Therefore, when you attack, you must use three or four points of your force and leave six or seven points of force to be able to respond.

But you will just fight like a bull, and when you are about to use all your strength to hurt the enemy, you lose your opponent, and your internal energy is trapped in your body, unable to be released. You continue to accelerate your energy, so how can you not be defeated? What he said were extremely profound and exquisite martial arts concepts, and many people did not understand them at all. You Tanzhi was also a little confused.

Feng Yi continued, "The Art of War says that if you can't take it directly, you have to seek it in a roundabout way. The same is true for martial arts. You are very lucky and have developed an outstanding internal skill, but you need to read more and understand the roundabout way.

When facing the enemy, you should be fast but also slow. When exerting force, you should have straight but also curved, and curved but also straight. You should never reveal the truth easily unless you hit your opponent. No matter how capable others are, they can't easily see through your foundation.

As a result, not only did they defeat you by anticipating the enemy's moves, but they also healed your wounds. What right do you have to seek revenge?"

It turned out that You Tanzhi's punches were full of force, but every move missed. His body was swollen and uncomfortable due to the holding of his breath, and this feeling became more severe with every punch he threw.

But he was eager to win, and threw dozens of punches, but ended up vomiting blood.

Feng Yi's eyes flashed and shot at the sweeping monk's face, and he said lightly: "Master is like a Buddha and a saint, and has his own wonderful Bodhi Dharma, but after saying so much, the power you have consumed should have been restored.

I also have my own reasons and thoughts, which I cannot explain, so I can only ask the master for a few more tips."

As he spoke, he rolled up his gown, and his feet moved steadily, with a solemn and imposing manner, like a deep pool or a towering mountain.

There was an instant of silence on the mountain behind. Thousands of heroes held their breath and concentrated, all wanting to get a closer look at Feng Yi's amazing skills.

Xiao Feng and his son, Murong and his son, and other masters were also watching intently. For them, only the duel between Feng Yi and the Sweeping Monk was something they wanted to see.

The old monk sighed, clasped his hands together, and said, "You are upright, and you have so many friends in the martial arts world. It would be fine if we could verify each other's opinions."

It turned out that Feng Yi wanted to compete with the Sweeping Monk, and he was unwilling to take advantage, otherwise he would not have blocked Xiao Feng's palm power.

The Sweeping Monk treated Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo and consumed a lot of his own energy. Feng Yi did not take action, on the one hand because he was afraid of them, and on the other hand because he hoped that he could recover and fight with him.

Now Feng Yi feels that it’s about right.

It didn't take much effort to deal with You Tanzhi, an inexperienced young man, so Feng Yi naturally ignored this factor.

Feng Yi clasped his hands together and shouted, "You are being presumptuous!"

His clothes and hair fluttered, and a white mark suddenly appeared under his feet, running rapidly towards the old monk's feet. Everyone suddenly felt a chill and their skin ached.

Then the old monk said, "Okay!" His white beard fluttered, his feet did not lift, his hands did not move, and the white mark three feet in front of him twisted back and forth like a live snake, unable to move forward at all.

Feng Yi's body slightly tilted, and the white mark suddenly moved to the right, like a wisp of smoke, avoiding the old monk's front and going around his back.

Feng Yi's attack this time was different from the previous ones. He knew very well that Shaolin martial arts mainly focused on masculinity. He had absorbed the ice silkworms, and not only did his skills increase greatly, but this time he was also intending to display the cold and yin power.

This chilly air was like an invisible and shapeless soft sword that could be twisted around the finger. It changed in all directions and filled the area several feet around with a bone-chilling atmosphere.

Even with the profound skills of Xiao Feng and others, they were shocked. Those who were watching the battle from the outside were even more like they had malaria. They kept shaking and retreating, and they only felt better when they were ten feet away.

The old monk lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, still standing in the same place, his body swaying like a boat in the stormy waves.

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But no matter how this cold current shone, once it reached three feet in front of him, it was like a fish swimming into the sea.

Instead, warmth began to spread all around, as if we had suddenly moved from the dead of winter to spring, and the air around us became mild and humid.

Feng Yi was shocked. He didn't expect that this old man's internal strength was so profound! Because he used his internal strength like this, the old monk not only had to resist his own internal strength, but also had to deal with the cold power. He inevitably consumed a little more true energy than Feng Yi. However, in the current situation, it was just like throwing a stone into the lake, which only caused a few ripples.

Feng Yi tried again and again, but the old monk remained indifferent. He immediately laughed and said, "Master, you are amazing!"

He then raised his right hand and slowly extended it forward.

You Tanzhi suddenly shouted, "Great Demon Subduing Fist!"

Feng Yi laughed loudly. He wanted to let everyone see the real Demon Subduing Fist from the Nine Yin Scriptures, so he used it. His moves were slow, but they were both offensive and defensive. The force seemed to be both straight and curved, and seemed to be from up and down. The fist was silent, but the trees at the edge of the forest seemed to shake.

All the masters knew that Feng Yi's internal strength was contained, but if he encountered any obstruction, he would surely unleash it in a shocking manner.

The old monk put his hands together, his sleeves puffed up, and gently separated his hands.

"Prajna Palm!"

Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo and the Shaolin monks all recognized it. This was a move called "Canyon Sky Wind!"

The Sweeping Monk seemed to be exerting no effort, but it was as if a stone wall was placed in front of him, and the two great powers collided in the air. There was a "crackling" sound, and the air waves surged. Everyone felt a gust of wind rushing towards them, and even those ten feet away felt their air suffocated.

The monk's robe swelled up, like a lake water blown by the wind, with circles of wrinkles. Feng Yi's clothes and hair were flying, and his upper body swayed slightly. He snorted, restrained his fist, and flicked out the middle finger of his left hand.

"Swish--" a strong wind penetrated the Prajna palm power, and the force did not weaken, and went straight to the old monk's heart.

The old monk laughed and said, "What a strong finger strength, there must be a way."

Feng Yi said in a clear voice: "There are talented people in every generation, and each of them leads the trend for hundreds of years."

The old monk smiled and said, "Okay, let's see how I perform the 'One Finger Zen'?" He placed his palms in front of his chest, and suddenly pointed out his index finger, sending out a gentle force.

Feng Yi had long known the name of Shaolin One Finger Zen and did not dare to underestimate it. The two fingers collided, but Feng Yi had some strength left before making a move. His moves suddenly changed, and he swung his left palm, drawing a strange arc, and slapped it towards the air above his head.

Several masters were confused and thought that Feng Yi was patting them, but they didn't know that Feng Yi's palms were slanted downward at a rhythm that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and the palm force turned into an arc and scattered down, causing the surrounding air to vibrate rapidly, which gave people such an illusion.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"

Xiao Feng's eyes lit up.

The Sweeping Monk knew that the power of this palm was like a dome, round and wide, covering all directions. There was no other way but to take it head-on. He pointed out with one finger, and wherever his fingertip reached, Feng Yi's palm wind was disturbed, making a trembling sound.

The sweeping monk was startled and quickly retreated.

Because he broke through Feng Yi's palm power, it was easy at first, but as he moved forward, the resistance became greater and greater, it was really like a huge wave, with one wave after another rolling towards him.

The Sweeping Monk is a high-level monk who is known even to the little-known Xiaoyao Sect, which shows how knowledgeable he is. Generally, the fists and palms of masters often contain several levels of strength, one after another, like a surging wave, which makes people overwhelmed.

But if there are three levels of such strength, it is already amazing. For example, the "Three Waves of the Yangtze River" and "One Mountain Higher than Another" praised by Xiao Feng in the original plot were the works of the martial arts master Tan Gong.

It would be even more amazing if there is one that is six or seven levels.

Who knew that Feng Yi's palm power was at the thirteenth level, pushing back and forth, unstoppable.

Moreover, he had no idea of ​​the details of the thirteenth level of strength before he could break or resist the twelfth level. He could only feel that the strength was like the surging waves of the sea, continuous, endless and endless.

The Sweeping Monk's finger force broke through Feng Yi's seven layers of palm power, but he didn't know how many layers Feng Yi had left. After he broke through them, when he was exhausted and taking a breath, if the opponent caught the opportunity, he would be defeated with one blow, so he had to retreat and avoid the sharp edge temporarily.

Looking at the heroes in the world, they are all experts in martial arts.

Seeing Feng Yi's moves like a dragon from the sky, making it seem like light work, and his ever-changing moves, everyone was amazed.

Xiao Feng thought to himself, "It goes without saying that Feng Yi and this old monk have stronger internal strength than me, and their speed of changing moves is beyond my reach. If I fight them alone, how can I deal with them?"

Feng Yi had the upper hand, and when the Sweeping Monk leaped back, Feng Yi followed him like a shadow and exerted palm power again. The Sweeping Monk spread his hands, and a thick and condensed air wall blocked the Dragon Subduing Palm power.

There was a loud bang and a tearing sound like a landslide or tsunami.

Feng Yi slowly retracted his left palm and quickly thrust out his right palm, striking out like lightning.

The Sweeping Monk was hit by Feng Yi's continuous attacks and had no room to change his tactics, so he also pushed out a palm, which hit the opponent's attack hard. With a bang, strong wind blew in all directions, and the sound of the wind brought with it a thrilling whistling sound.

Fortunately, the person who approached was an expert with great self-control, as most people would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

Feng Yi only felt his arms going numb, and his blood churning as if it was going to burst out of his head. The Sweeping Monk also felt his meridians vibrating, and they each retreated more than ten feet away.

The old monk looked at his palm in amazement: "Master Feng, your palm technique is not only the 28 Dragon Subduing Palms passed down by the Beggars' Sect, but also contains the essence of the Xiaoyao Sect's palm technique. How is that possible?"

This was the first time he fought against Feng Yi. He felt the true power in his meridians and realized the difference between it and the "Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms".

"You don't know!" Ah Zi said with a smile: "My eldest brother is not only the guardian of the Beggars' Sect, but also the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, so his palm method is the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, not the Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms!"

The Sweeping Monk nodded and said, "You are able to integrate the essence of the Xiaoyao Sect into the Beggars' Sect's unique skills. This is truly a great feat. No wonder your palm power is so powerful. This is the result of integrating the Taoist teachings. It's incredible, incredible!"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "The divine monk is very insightful. He saw through my true colors at a glance. However, the paths of martial arts are the same. We have been in each other's company for many years. How can it be compared with my ability!"

As he spoke, he struck out with his palm, his attack was uncertain and when it was halfway, he struck out with his right palm again. Where the palm wind rose, the gravel and soil under his feet seemed to come alive and rushed towards the sweeping monk.

The heroes watching the fight on the sidelines were all amazed at the sight of such powerful palm strength.

At the same time, the Sweeping Monk also shouted, "Come on!" With both hands, huge force was emptied out, rushing in all directions, earth and rocks flying, floating in the air, leisurely.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "What a pleasure!"

The "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" are simply invincible and unbreakable, and the aftereffects are long-lasting and non-stop.

The old monk's strange and wonderful moves are endless, fast and slow, and his moves are dense and seamless, just like a great river returning to the sea.

In a blink of an eye, the two men fought more and more fiercely. When they stamped their feet and shouted, the mountains shook and the earth trembled. Dust and sand on the ground rolled up, as if it was swept up by a whirlwind, covering both of them in the wind and sand.

All the heroes present were veterans of many battles, and they couldn't help but stare in amazement and feel terrified after watching this fierce fight!

Gradually, the two of them retreated farther and farther, and their palms became slower and slower, but the sound of the strong wind did not diminish at all, and the sound of the wind sweeping through the air caused their ears to ring and their hearts to beat fast.

The situation seemed to be slowing down a lot, but masters like Xiao Feng and his son, Murong and his son knew that this was a situation of looseness on the outside but tension on the inside.

The slower the two men attack, the greater their force. If one of them is even slightly careless, not only will the opponent take advantage of the opportunity, but his own internal force will be forced into a detour and he will die on the spot.

The heroes only saw the sleeves of the sweeping monk's robe puffing up and white smoke rising faintly from his head, knowing that he had used up his extremely strong internal strength. However, Feng Yi showed no signs of abnormality, only his face was flushed and his expression was heavy.

The heroes were stunned, thinking that no matter how strong Feng Yi's internal strength was, he would not be able to sustain such a fierce palm force.

Storms never last all morning, and rainstorms never last all night. The stronger the force, the shorter it can last. This is the unchanging law of all things.

Little did they know that Feng Yi possessed several great skills, and had discussed martial arts with Guo Jing. He had practiced palm techniques in the sea. The power of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was sometimes strong, sometimes weak, sometimes swallowed, sometimes exhaled, and it created the most soft power from the most rigid, so the more they fought, the stronger their power became.

Xiao Feng was watching the fight from the sidelines, amazed and thinking, "Speaking of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, if I want to perform them as fiercely, I can probably do it. But if I want to perform them continuously and for a long time like him, I may not be able to do it." Thinking of this, he became worried about the Sweeping Monk. After all, the Sweeping Monk looked like he must be at least eighty or ninety, if not a hundred years old. No matter how powerful he is, he is too old and his energy is declining. How can he compare to the young Feng Yi? He wondered if he could withstand him?

When the outcome of the battle between these two people is about to be decided, will his life or death be decided immediately?

When the people from Shaolin Temple saw that the white mist above the old monk's head was getting thicker and thicker, they felt very worried. This was a living Bodhisattva!

After all, Abbot Xuanci has brought disgrace upon the sect, and this Bodhisattva can help to restore some of the reputation. If there is a mistake, then...

Ah Zi, Mei, Lan, Zhu, Ju and others were also shocked when they saw Feng Yi's face turn red.

The chattering girls were silent at this moment, showing how worried they were! (End of this chapter)


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