The man suffered a great loss and instantly realized that the old monk's skills were unfathomable. He immediately shouted to his subordinates: "What are you still standing there? Get in!"

The remaining eight people looked at me and I looked at you. Someone shouted "Go together" and rushed towards Huiyuan with his sticks.

In an instant, Jue Fang had used his light skills to fly to Huiyuan, and used an iron sand palm to knock one of his men to the ground.

At the same time, Huiyuan took action again, slightly avoided the attack of a person, grabbed his right hand along the hand that was waving his stick, pinched his shoulder with his backhand, and pushed his elbow with his left hand almost at the same time. With a "click", the man's elbow was dislocated and the wooden stick fell to the ground.

At the same time, Huiyuan's abdomen was poked by two wooden sticks.

Pu Zixuan was feeling heartbroken when suddenly, Huiyuan breathed hard, and his abdomen bulged. The owner of the two wooden sticks was pushed out in an instant and fell to the ground, but Huiyuan was not injured at all.

Another wooden stick hit him on the head, Huiyuan also suffered this blow with the front of his head. With a "bang", the wooden stick broke into two pieces in an instant.

Similarly, Juefang's head was hit by a wooden stick, but the stick was still broken.

"It's a golden bell cover iron cloth shirt!" Pu Zixuan couldn't help but exclaim.

While the robbers were stunned, Huiyuan moved his body flexibly, using his hands and feet to dislocate his hands and knee joints.

Huiyuan took action and looked at Fang Cun, but he felt that Fang was so angry that he knocked down another person and grabbed his elbow joint. He didn't notice that the man behind had gotten up at the beginning and slapped him at the back of his head with a brick in his hand.

After a crisp "bang", the brick broke open, and I saw Fang covering his head and shouting, "It hurts so much!"

Then, Jue Fang flipped back and jumped over the man's head, shouted "Two winds penetrated the ears", and patted the man's ears with both hands as if falling from the sky.

Huiyuan heard the sound and hurriedly shouted: "Don't take heavy measures!"

"Don't worry, Master, I just dislocated his chin." After Juefang said that, the man's mouth was indeed tilted to the side and could not close it. He screamed in pain, but his voice was extremely strange because his mouth could not hold the wind.

In a blink of an eye, the robbers' wooden sticks were almost broken, and five out of the nine people lost all their fighting spirit due to dislocating a part of their bodies.

Seeing that the old and the young were difficult to deal with, one of them simply waved the wooden stick and ran towards Pu Zixuan.

"Hey, hey, I did nothing! The Star River Dragon King--" Pu Zixuan's eyes bulged, and the Star River Dragon King happened to appear, and the wooden stick waved down and hit the spiritual head of the Star River Dragon King, breaking.

Using spirits to shake off wooden sticks is not considered attacking ordinary humans...

Pu Zixuan's purification power was indeed not affected, but a small stream of blood oozed out from his forehead.

After all, although spiritual bodies can be used to defend against demonic energy or purify power, being hit hard by ordinary blunt objects means that the master himself is hit...

However, from the perspective of the robber, it was just a wooden stick that broke off the invisible thing, while the opponent was bleeding for no reason. The man suddenly exclaimed: "This guy... is so amazing!"

Seeing that Huiyuan and Juefang had subdued all the eight people, Pu Zixuan shouted without being left behind: "Then grandpa, I'll have a better one!"

After saying that, Pu Zixuan quickly put away the purification power. While his opponent was still in shock, he leaned over and tripped him to the ground with a sweeping leg. Then he grabbed the man's hand with both hands and crossed behind him, trying to remove his shoulder joint.

After several attempts, the man's shoulder joint was not dislocated. Pu Zixuan was so anxious that he shouted: "I don't know how to joint skills, come and help me!"

"Okay, donor Pu." Huiyuan walked over slowly and said to Pu Zixuan, "If you have to forgive others, please forgive me, let him go."

"Okay, since Abbot Huiyuan said to let you go, then get out." After that, Pu Zixuan let go.

The man quickly ran back to the place where a group of accomplices fell to the ground, and knelt down and said, "It turns out it is the abbot of Huiyuan, Shaolin Temple. We have no idea about Mount Tai, so let us go."

As they were talking, everyone heard the voice of the constable coming from afar: "Get out of the way!"

I saw a team of about twenty people running over, and saw a messy scene, all of whom were stunned.

The head-in-law recognized Huiyuan and bowed, "Master Abbot, you Shaolin disciples must have subdued these robbers, right?"

Huiyuan said in a straight voice: "Amitabha, I have to do it, I hope you will forgive me."

"What do you say? We should thank Shaolin Temple for upholding justice for the people." After saying that, the captain said, "Catch all these robbers!"

"Haha, wait, let me connect the joints for them first."

After saying that, Huiyuan walked to the robbers and connected them one by one to the dislocated joints. After a "crackling" sound, all the robbers' joints returned to their original position.

The last one to restore the original state was the leader. After his mouth returned to its original state, Huiyuan deliberately instructed: "Donor, put down the butcher's knife and turn around, it's the shore."

The leader returned to his original state, but he didn't care about his situation for a while and smiled happily and said, "Hey, it doesn't hurt at all..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a wooden shackle had already handcuffed him firmly.

After the constable took all the nine robbers away, Huiyuan leaned over and picked up the wooden bowl on the ground, and left with Pu Zixuan.

"Wow, it turns out that it is Abbot Huiyuan, Shaolin Temple..."

"Shaolin Kung Fu is indeed well-known. Today I am so eye-opening!"

"Shaolin disciples are all heroes who eliminate violence and maintain good fortune!"

Although Pu Zixuan used the power of purification to defeat monsters many times and was grateful to the people, it was the first time he had won this honor as a mortal. He was immediately happy and praised Huiyuan sincerely: "It turns out that Shaolin Kung Fu is so powerful. I was worried just now that you can't deal with those people!"

Juefang said proudly: "What's this? We still keep our efforts. Once we use real skills, we may cause several lives!"

Pu Zixuan respectfully said to Huiyuan again: "Master Abbot, what I want to learn is these real kung fu. Why not, in the past two months, you will officially accept me as your disciple."

Huiyuan smiled and said, "That's not bad, but you have to practice more strictly according to the plan of being a master, and you should not complain again. Also, since you and I want to be called master and disciple, I will also formally set you a magic number... Well, the Star River Dragon King... is called... Juexing."

Pu Zixuan suddenly thought of something and smiled awkwardly: "Ah, why am I a Jue Zisheng? I am not a few years younger than Yu Xiangdi..."

Huiyuan said in a straight voice: "Haha, I said, don't complain. Although Mr. Pu is not young, he has no attainment in Buddhism. It may be difficult to convince the public if he gives you the name of the son."

Pu Zixuan's helplessness was beyond words, but he had to admit it: "Oh, okay, okay. So what is Master planning to teach me? It's best not to go down the mountain to beg for alms..."

...

The next morning, Huiyuan did not ask Pu Zixuan to go down the mountain to beg for alms again, but he arranged for him to hold a broom in his hand and clean up the steps in front of the mountain gate.

For a whole morning, when the fog was thick, Pu Zixuan was sweeping the floor. After lunch, the fog dissipated, and Pu Zixuan was still sweeping the floor. Looking around, the monks who cleaned the steps together were all young monks like Juefang and Juexing. They even laughed out loud because of discussing Pu Zixuan, an older peer.

When they recalled that when they talked about Yu Xiangdi and Zhu Yuanliang about the "Juexing", the two couldn't help laughing. Pu Zixuan felt a sense of depression gradually rose again. When he threw the broom, he simply lay on a huge rock and became stunned.

I think I am a dignified purifier. If I really fight with Huiyuan, even if he has great kung fu, he is not my opponent. I have defeated Hong Yasha and the old demon of the Black Mountain. Can Huiyuan beat him? Why do I have to practice according to his method?

As I thought about it, I fell asleep in a daze.

"Juexing, why are you lazy?" Soon, Huiyuan walked over and asked Pu Zixuan who was lying.

When Pu Zixuan heard that it was Huiyuan's voice, he woke up immediately. His heart trembled. He jumped down nervously and stood up straight and said, "Master, my disciple has cleaned the steps within a mile six times, and it has been cleaned."

Huiyuan faced Pu Zixuan again at this time, and his tone became stern: "Cleaning the steps is part of the practice and has nothing to do with whether it is clean or not. If you don't ask me to stop, don't stop, do you know?"

"I know, Master." Pu Zixuan picked up the broom and asked again, "But what if this part is over? Will Master teach me something else?"

Huiyuan said: "Of course, there are also chopping wood, chopping wood, and carrying water..."

"Ah? No..." Pu Zixuan said with a wry smile, "I also want to learn some martial arts moves, like Uncle Ziyu, fight the Eighteen Bronze Man, break into the Clay Man Lane, etc., is it OK? Hehe."

Huiyuan shook his head and said, "Time is tight, so my teacher has not arranged those projects, not to mention that they are not suitable for you."

Pu Zixuan put away his respectful expression and said seriously: "Master, I'll just say it clearly. The reason why I stayed in Shaolin Temple to practice is not to beg for alms, sweep the floor, and chop firewood. What I want is to learn the real skills that can be used in combat to improve my strength as soon as possible!"

Huiyuan did not give a positive answer and said sternly: "Amitabha, I have said it to you. You should not complain about your teacher's arrangements!"

Pu Zixuan suddenly became angry and confronted him loudly: "Why? I just don't understand. I, a purifying messenger who defeated the Demon King, shaved my head, wore a monk's clothes, got the magic number of a junior, and had sacrificed so much, why do you still have to do these meaningless things?"

"So, do you feel wronged yourself?"

"I didn't say that, but I did these things and didn't feel that my strength had improved at all. Instead, I was getting rid of my fighting spirit. If this continues, I will only be left farther and farther by them! Master Abbot, I am just a temporary apprentice. If you insist on me doing these things, I will regret it now. If I don't become your apprentice, I will use my own method to improve my strength. I can?"

"Amitabha, donor Pu, you are too impetuous!" Huiyuan resumed his previous title of Pu Zixuan and said, "Of course, donor Pu can regret it, but I have already said that Shaolin Temple does not have a short-term quick success. So what do you think should be done to quickly improve your strength?"

"I won't say much, I'll go to Elder Huike now and ask him to give me Yanuzumi Yagi!"

After that, although Pu Zixuan did not say anything too much, he was not even willing to say goodbye to Huiyuan with kindness, so he summoned the Dragon King of the Galaxy and flew towards Taishi Mountain.
Chapter completed!