The people on the sacred mountain of Qingliang Temple in Wutai Mountain are extremely famous in the martial arts world. They are known as the two arhats "Subduing Dragon" and "Fuhu" together with Master Xuanci. In terms of martial arts, it is said that the people on the sacred mountain are still above Abbot Xuanci. Such people have conflicts with the Forbidden Martial Arts Hall, which naturally makes Shaolin Temple in a mess.

The people who came were not only from the sacred mountain, but also Master Guanxin, Master Guanxin, Master Daxiangguo Temple in Kaifeng Prefecture, Master Daqing of Pudu Temple in Jiangnan, Master Juexian of Donglin Temple in Lushan, and Master Rongzhi of Jingying Temple in Chang'an. Even if their martial arts may not be very high, their status is enough to be respected, not to mention that their martial arts are not inferior to Xuanci.

But these masters are now blocked and unable to move at all. In front of them, the young man in a red robe of flying fish was blocking the road with a smile. Although his face was gentle, the knife in his hand was lifted up without hesitation. Most people would always be more polite when they saw monks, but these two people did not even have any apology on their faces.

Xuan Ci folded his hands together and bowed, "Why are the two donors standing in front of several masters? They are not all of me, Shaolin, but all Buddhist masters. Now they have gone down the mountain. Please give up a way. I thank you."

"Hello Master." A young man with a young face clumsy hands climaxed and said, "The governor has ordered that before the Shaolin Conference, people in the martial arts world on Shaoshi Mountain were allowed to enter and not leave. Several masters were all possessed martial arts, so please wait for a while and leave until May 15th."

"How can we wait for him so much!" Master Shenshan's face was gloomy. He was short. Unexpectedly, his voice sounded strangely, "I don't know which governor you are. I am a person outside the world and are not under his jurisdiction. You can get out of here."

"Master is a man outside the world, but not to mention monks, even Bodhisattvas will be under our control." The young man replied with a smile: "Our court, let alone outside the world, even the gods and Buddhas in heaven must be appointed. A few days ago, the governor also said that the Jade Emperor is a lewd sacrifice. Please ask the court to respect the Emperor Haotian. I wonder which god and Buddha the master offered, and have we allowed him to do so?"

"You..." Master Shenshan was suddenly angry.

"I don't know what the donor is called?" Xuan Ci hurriedly smoothed out.

"There are half more, the third commander of the Longxiang Guard of the Forbidden Martial Arts Hall, I have seen Master Xuanci." The young man said seriously. Another commander next to him clasped his fists at several people, and three words popped out of his mouth: "More than half!" He had a dark face and a weak expression. I don't know if he was born to not talk or he disdained to pay attention to Xuanci.

Xuan Ci was stunned for a moment and hesitated: "The names of both of you?"

The names of these two people don’t look like normal people no matter how they look. Not to mention Xuan Ci, the other masters also had some doubts. Xuan Shi even said bluntly: “You two will still report their real names. The masters are highly respected and will not care about you.”

"You misunderstood. This is my real name." The young man smiled and said, "I originally called Jiulianghan. Because my father sold me to someone's teeth for six taels of silver. After the governor rescued me from the devil's cave, he said, "I called Jiulianghan, but I only sold six taels. Your father is a ignorant person, so he called me half more."

The other guy next to him was a black-faced guy and said two more words, "Small liang." Xuan Ci thought for a while before he realized that he had been sold for four liang, which was about half the next. The names of these two people were really rough.

"Amitabha! I'm the one who made me lose my words." Xuan Ci chanted the Buddha's name, "I don't know what the original name of the family is? I'm also good at calling me." Xuan Ci felt that this title was not appropriate and asked.

"My original name is Benyin."

"The donor's name is very Buddha-like." Xuan Ci said with a gentle smile.

"That's natural." The young man smiled and said, "This is the name my father asked the master on the mountain to give me. It seems to be Master Xuanbeng of this temple." Several people turned around in surprise, saw Xuanbeng nodding slightly, indicating that it seemed like this. Before they could speak, they heard the young man slowly say.

"It's a pity that my father owed Shaolin's rent, and the supervision and collection were tight, so he had to sell me out. He sent me to the acrobatic garden and became an actor." Although he was still smiling, the monks in Shaolin Temple had a very bad look. What is the acrobatic circle? To put it nicely, they are actors.

But who doesn't know that the boys there are actually inferior children. Such things make them look bad. Xuanci had to smile and said, "It's really a blessing to have the donor escape from the sea of ​​suffering. I wonder if he has reunited with his family."

"So the master would tell me to get half more." The young man clasped his hands and said, "As for the villain's parents, I have visited several neighbors recently and said that during the severe drought a few years ago, I couldn't afford to pay the rent, so I drove it out. I guess I had died in some corner."

When he said this, there was no sad look on his face. I don’t know whether he had shed tears or was not close to his parents, but everyone in Shaolin Temple no longer dared to think so much, but only said in his heart, "It's not good!" He looked alert, and only Xuanbeng opened his mouth to say something, but his expression became dim.

There was an indescribable look in his eyes when he looked at Duoyi Half, as if compassionate and guilty. Duoyi Half felt something coming to him, and he turned his head in a concealment.

The Master of Shenshan sneered several times and said in a long voice: "Shaolin Zhuang Baosha, the little monk has been considering it for a long time. Today, it is indeed very eye-opening!" The hostility in his words made the Shaolin monk soothed, but he heard the more than half of the young man slowly say: "Mountain Wutai is not inferior! More than half of me are born at the foot of Mount Wutai, and I have heard many famous names for a long time."

Master Shenshan seemed to have been pinched and suddenly there was no sound. At the foot of Wutai Mountain, is there any other land except Qingliang Temple? He waved his sleeves irritated and said, "I don't care what you call me, don't stop me today." As he said that, he waved his sleeves and rushed forward.

When everyone in Shaolin saw it, they were all shocked. Unexpectedly, a monk like this was such a sage in the Divine Mountain, but he had no concentration at all. The mysterious pain even exclaimed: "Be careful!" He watched the Divine Mountain move his arms and bumped into more than half. How could the "Xinyi Hunyuan Gong" in Mount Wutai be a small person?

In this collision, it was probably heavier than an elephant. Not to mention half of such a young man, even if he went up, his muscles and bones would be broken. The man on the sacred mountain swept his sleeves like an iron broom, which could scrape off a layer of flesh on the face, and half of the more he did not change color at all when facing the force of this whisker.

His skin seemed to have been covered with a layer of gold paint, and it quickly became clear and gold, with a metallic luster. When Master Shenshan whisked, it was like fanning him. His sleeves hit his face and exploded into a scattered rag.

"Vajra Indestructible Divine Art!" Master Shenshan said in shock. Before he could say anything, he was grabbed by a golden arm. He felt like a steel ring was wrapped around his neck. No matter how hard he exerted his strength, he could not break free. He could only hand his eyes to Zheluo Xing beside him.

The Indian monk seemed to have doubled his arms and pinched his half straight towards the young man. His body was like boneless, and he used a strange move at an incredible angle, which was incredible. The monks of Shaolin were familiar with such strange moves. In such a sudden situation, no matter how they did, they could not escape.

But half of them had no intention of avoiding it. He held Master Shenshan and reached out to slam the huge rock beside him. He let the Indians hit him, and could only hear a loud noise, as if he was hitting a bronze man. Master Shenshan was blown by him and hit the huge rock heavily, with blood flowing.

But the young man kept stopping and hitting his head on the stone. When the Shaolin people saw it, they were so shocked that their hands and feet were weak. What's so great? It doesn't matter if they bump into it once or twice. Master Shenshan may not be able to survive the third time! Before they could take action, they heard the screams of the Indians.

More than half of his hands seemed to be holding a ball of fireworks. He was grabbed by him and screamed in a shrill voice. Half of his body was charred and the other half was covered with a layer of white frost. Jiroxing had no power to resist and could only struggle in vain. His bones could be penetrated from anywhere, but he could not escape a simple grab.

At this time, Shaolin dared not have anyone to go up. Although these two were young, they were already the most terrifying masters in the world. They showed themselves that they did not have the skills of Master Shenshan, and they were not as weird as Zheluo Xing's moves. They could only look at Abbot Xuanci. Only Xuanbeng and met him.

More than half did not take action, and reached out to hand the sacred mountain to Xuanbeng, saying, "I'm sorry, we don't want to do this, please don't make things difficult for us." The monks of Shaolin helped the sacred mountain up and said, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Xuanci lowered his eyebrows and said, "But with the imperial edicts, Shaolin should obey it."

He looked at the half-dead Zheluo Xing and said, "This friend of India was also unintentional. Please let me open the net." More than half of them threw Zheluo Xing on the ground like garbage, without even looking at it. Xuan Nan saw the two of them turning back and was about to leave, and couldn't help but speak, "Donor, your martial arts are the indestructible body of Vajra?"

The more than half turned around and smiled and said, "This is the titanium extreme gold body among the thirty-six unique skills of the Forbidden Martial Arts. It is not the Shaolin Vajra Indestructible Divine Art." As he said that, the metallic color of his skin was like a stream of water, surging rapidly, and his wriggling muscles were like living creatures. It was indeed not like Shaolin martial arts. The two of them were walking together with their men and horses, looking as if they were in peace with Shaolin.

The monks in Shaolin looked at each other, and one commander was so great. What are the abilities of those two commanders, even the Governor Chen Ang? Thinking about the four evil people, the leader of the Ming Cult, the monks didn't dare to think about it anymore. Xuan Ci sighed: "Shaolin, Shaolin!"
Chapter completed!