Chapter 562 Take half of the compromise

Chapter 562 Take half of the compromise

"Don't let the demons run rampant. I'm a poor monk who will teach you how to transform energy."

The head of the Bodhidharma Academy swept across with a stick. When he raised his hand, the roar of tigers and dragons broke through the air. The shadows of the heavy sticks were like a violent storm, coming down from all directions and hitting all the vital points of Ding Chunqiu's body.

Ah Qing's face turned livid when she saw this. She originally thought that the old monk's stick was very powerful, but now she realized that he was just playing with her just now.

"A small skill can also be used to attract others."

Ding Chunqiu let out a low roar, turned his palms to roll up his sleeves, and the airflow around his body turned sharply.

Suddenly, a huge wind pillar roared up from the ground, soaring high into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds.

The stick shadows all over the sky collapsed at the first touch and were torn into pieces by the storm. Under the shock of the aftermath, the head of Bodhidharma Hall groaned and backed away with the stick.

Drops of blood fell to the ground, and the robes of the first monk in Bodhidharma Monastery were soaked with sweat. Looking at his hands holding the stick, they were already open, trembling slightly and unable to stop.

"Hmph, that's all."

Ding Chunqiu snorted coldly. Upon seeing this, the surrounding disciples sent a flood of flattery, boasting that the martial arts of the old immortal Xingxiu were rare in the world and hard to find in the sky. Even if the Patriarch Bodhidharma lifted up his coffin and faced the old immortal supreme Wei Feng also wants to shout Grandpa for mercy.

"Monster, shut up and eat my pillars to support the sky!!"

The head of the Bodhidharma Academy was furious when he heard this. He waved a long stick with both hands. People were in mid-air, and the shadow of the stick exploded with a loud thunderclap. Everyone was frightened and the flattery stopped abruptly.

The next second, the shadows of the many sticks merged into one, and the fiery red long stick was like a burning flame. Carrying the vast blazing wind, it rushed down toward Ding Chunqiu like a doomsday meteor.

"Hahaha, you, an old bald donkey, are worthy of holding up a pillar to the sky?"

Ding Chunqiu laughed loudly, and rolled up the purple mist hurricane with his hands. The rolling sound and waves surged, shrouding the red stick shadow in it.

"Cut it off!!"

boom----

There was a loud noise, like five thunders hitting the top of the head, and thunder exploded in the ears. It shocked everyone present and turned pale. Those with weaker skills even suffered internal injuries and vomited blood.

The head of Bodhidharma Monastery vomited blood, his chest robes were dyed red, and he stepped back more than ten steps in a row.

He opened his mouth tremblingly and silently recited the Buddha's name. Although the long stick in his hand turned into a short stick, his fighting spirit was still high. He could fight again with a small piece of hand and a rope.

"Old bald donkey, your time of death has come, eat my magic power."

Ding Chunqiu took one step forward and rushed to the head of the Bodhidharma Academy with a teleportation. His hands were filled with purple smoke and he stamped on his chest with force.

"Amitabha!!"

A Buddhist chant was murmured softly, like a lion roaring in his ears. Ding Chunqiu's eyes flashed, and he closed his palms in a circle to block the red ghost shadow coming at high speed from his side.

After the crisp sound of gold and iron, Ding Chunqiu frowned and looked, only to see the old abbot's cassock beating into steel, standing in front of the head of Bodhidharma Academy at the critical moment.

"The Lion's Roar Technique, the Kasaya Demon Subduing Technique..."

Ding Chunqiu reported the martial arts used by the abbot and sneered: "That's fine, you all can come together. When I conquer Shaolin, I can use the seventy-two unique skills for my Xingxiu sect."

"The benefactor invited me, but the poor monk dared not refuse."

The abbot closed his eyes and clasped his hands in front of his chest. Including the head of the Bodhidharma Monastery, more than a dozen monks sat cross-legged, connecting their energy and breath to form a formation of eighteen Arhats.

Among the stars and the moon, the momentum of the abbot's body rose again and again. In a daze, he saw an old figure with a majestic appearance, surrounded by a faint golden light.

The power is like a mountain, and the energy shakes the sky.

The abbot slowly opened his eyes, clasped his hands in front of his chest and pushed out his right hand. Golden light shone everywhere, and there was a vague intention of conquering demons hidden in it.

The palm print is pushed out, flashing with golden light.

In a ball of golden light, the Buddha's palm, which was about two people high, formed and struck towards Ding Chunqiu.

The palm print is as heavy as a thousand pieces of metal, causing the ground to collapse and the bricks to crack wherever it passes. The power is overbearing and does not make any sense.

Buddha's Palm? !

Ding Chunqiu's pupils shrank suddenly. In the eyes of outsiders, the palm movements of a dozen old monks were as slow as a snail. Only he who was in it could understand how terrifying this move was.

Although the palm movement is slow, he is well versed in the artistic conception of martial arts. However, once it is enveloped by the palm movement, the world is blocked in all directions, and it is impossible to dodge or avoid it. It can only be broken through head-on confrontation.

The thief and the bald donkey are really hateful. If they can't be beaten, they will play dirty!

Ding Chunqiu cursed in his heart and turned his hand to push out poisonous smoke with no success. He sneered several times, rolled up his sleeves and robes with strength, grabbed several disciples hiding near Luan Jia, and exploded them into blood mist and flesh. The ground pushes towards the golden palm print.

After several times in a row, all the disciples ran away howling like ghosts and wolves, the golden light of their palm prints was greatly reduced, and their momentum was no longer as magnificent as that.

"Hahaha----"

Ding Chunqiu laughed and stretched out his palms, stimulating the power-transforming method. He lowered his waist and dropped his elbows, and released the terrifying palm wind with both hands.

The purple wind roared, and the moment it hit the golden palm print, a venomous snake python faintly formed. Its poisonous fangs penetrated the golden curtain and went straight into the abbot's chest.

The abbot's expression suddenly changed, and he was unable to use his palm power. He used the last breath of his strength to push his palm towards Ding Chunqiu, wanting to die with him.

Bang! ! !

The air wave exploded, and Ding Chunqiu fell onto Luan Jia. Regardless of the bleeding from the corner of his mouth, he looked at the abbot with a ferocious smile: "Old monk, your Tathagata Divine Palm move does have some heat. You can barely beat me by one and a half moves, but you hit me. With the Huigong Dafa, all the bones and internal organs of your body are corroded by the poison, even if the gods come, they won’t be able to save you.”

"Old Immortal Xingxiu, his magic power is boundless!"

"Invincible in attack and invincible in battle——"

"Enjoy immortal blessings forever, live as long as heaven..."

"..."

"Hahaha----"

The sound of the waves rose again, and amid the compliments, Ding Chunqiu laughed loudly. He had achieved the goal of slaughtering Taoists and destroying Buddhas, and his reputation as the leader of the martial arts alliance must be spread throughout the world.

As for the abbot, he was seriously injured and fell to the ground. Feeling the rapidly declining vitality in his body, he smiled calmly and read the scriptures cross-legged.

"Abbott!"

The formation of the Eighteen Little Arhats was broken, and the head monk of Bodhidharma Monastery and other monks gathered around the abbot, with tears in their eyes but they did not dare to touch the abbot.

The abbot's internal energy was not only eliminated by the magic of transforming energy into his body, but his whole body was filled with poison. He would belch on the spot if he touched it.

Azi came to the main hall and saw this scene. She was even more afraid of Ding Chunqiu and thought about whether to tell the story about the pretty boy in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Everyone has a love for beauty, and she couldn't bear the thought of a pretty girl being transformed into a black one by the magical power.

It’s such a waste to destroy it if you can’t get it. It’s good to see it from a distance!

Azi was hesitating. In her sight, an old monk in gray clothes sweeping the floor by the wall walked towards the pile of monks.

His eyebrows and beard are all white, and his body is thin and dry. Compared with other monks, his forehead is not as shiny and painted with matte paint, but for some reason, Azi feels that the old monk has an inexplicable aura about him.

Invincible!

Azi saw it, and naturally everyone else saw it too, and they all wondered when there was an old monk in the corner and why they hadn't noticed it just now.

Ding Chunqiu stopped laughing wildly. The moment he saw the old monk, his heart suddenly lurched, and he secretly thought that Shaolin was worthy of Beidou, the Taishan of the martial arts world, and there were still masters hiding without showing up.

He looked up and down at the old monk holding the broom, and estimated that his martial arts skills should be above the abbot's, but it was limited, a little higher, not much stronger.

"Who are you?"

"..."

The incarnation of Shan Nian, who was dressed as a sweeping monk, did not reply. He walked up to the abbot and slapped his forehead. When he raised his hand, a purple mist appeared on his palm.

He waved his hand to disperse the purple mist, and then kicked the abbot down. The latter coughed out a mouthful of blood, felt the vitality emerging from his body, and looked at the incarnation of kindness in shock.

Everyone is a bald donkey, why are you so awesome?

Also, who are you?

"Amitabha."

The incarnation of good thoughts glanced at the abbot: "I have been practicing in Shaolin for thousands of years, and you are the worst abbot I have ever seen. It's embarrassing."

When the abbot heard this, he only dared to call him "senior", and his old face turned red with shame.

"You are pretending to be a ghost, who are you!"

Ding Chunqiu was shocked to the point of seeing a sweeping monk who emerged from nowhere and easily cracked his own power-transforming technique, and he re-evaluated the opponent's strength.

He is much stronger than the abbot, and his martial arts skills are astonishing, not inferior to him.

"The cleaner of the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion also works as a librarian. He is a gray-clothed handyman with no career structure and no name..."

The incarnation of good thoughts handed the broom to the abbot's arms, turned to look at Ding Chunqiu: "The donor is a puppet of worldly fame and fortune, and has committed many crimes. The most terrifying thing is that you not only have the idea of ​​killing Taoists and destroying Buddhas, but you also put it into practice." My actions have offended too many people, and I will be rewarded with eighteen levels of hell after death."

"Absolutely ridiculous!"

Ding Chunqiu flicked his sleeves and said proudly: "The Xingxiu Sect dominates the martial arts world. My Ding Chunqiu's unparalleled merits and luck are beyond words. Who can kill me, who dares to kill me?"

"Heaven wants him to die and will drive him crazy. The benefactor does not know that he is about to die. It is really pitiful and hateful."

The incarnation of good thoughts shook his head slightly: "The benefactor, with his white hair and childish face, looks like an immortal. He should not be described in such an ugly way. This young monk cannot bear it, so I will send the benefactor away to prevent you from continuing to defile yourself."

"Old guy, you are so crazy..."

In the middle of Ding Chunqiu's words, a figure suddenly flashed in front of him, and an old hand as dry as tree bark magnified infinitely in his eyes.

Light, infinite light, immeasurable light.

In the boundless world, a mighty and boundless huge handprint fell from the sky. Ding Chunqiu stood with his head raised. Under the pressure of the boundless momentum, he could not think of fighting back.

That old bald abbot actually tricked me with a fake Tathagata Palm. Look at this, it’s called Tathagata Palm!

The thought flashed away, and after that, Ding Chunqiu had no more thoughts.

In front of the Main Hall, the incarnation of kindness withdrew his palm from Ding Chunqiu's chest. The latter stiffened his head and fell down. Before his body even touched the ground, it turned into a ball of flying ash.

There was no strong fight, no earth-shattering, just a gentle slap, and the indescribably precious Ding Chunqiu was everywhere on the spot.

"..."xN

Next to the main hall, Ah Zi's little mouth opened in an O shape. Ding Chunqiu's voice and smile were still in front of her eyes. Her mind went blank. She couldn't believe that Ding Chunqiu was gone.

It turns out... Xingxu Laoxian is such a bad guy!

Seeing that Ding Chunqiu died so cleanly, everyone in the field subconsciously thought that they could have sex with them, but soon, this idea was extinguished.

It wasn't that Ding Chunqiu was too cool, but that the old monk who swept the floor was too vigorous.

"Plop!" xN

Rows of men with gold under their knees sounded at the same time. The disciples of the Xingxiu Sect knelt and screamed neatly and neatly, without any sloppiness.

Not only did they kneel, they also cried and shouted.

"The old demon has been suffering for a long time in the world. Fortunately, the Shaolin monk took action today and finally made this demon subdue!"

"Thank you, holy monk, for saving us. Holy monk, you don't know that we are all righteous people enslaved by Ding Chunqiu. I was abducted by him when I was eight years old."

"Ah ah ah, Ding Chunqiu is dead, a good death. My great revenge has finally been avenged."

"Shaolin Monk, his magic power is boundless!"

"..."

The surging river was endless, and the incarnation of good thoughts was in it, unmoved at all. He whispered the name of the Buddha, which shocked all the people who were patting their beards and trotting horses, vomiting blood.

"Although the Buddha has the appearance of subduing demons, he is compassionate and unwilling to kill. He will not show it easily unless absolutely necessary."

Kind thoughts turned into words: "Dear donors, I don't want to cause massacres, but you are all so messy and vomiting blood in front of the Mahavira Hall. Not only do you disturb the purity of Buddhism, but you also increase my workload. It's not okay for me to kill you. No." Killing is not..."

"..."xN

Wait a minute, didn't you shock us until we vomited blood?

You are a holy monk, you should convince others with your virtue, you cannot be unreasonable!

Hearing that the incarnation of good thoughts had a bad tone, a group of people swallowed their saliva. The smart ones standing in the back row had already begun to run away.

"It's not good to kill, it's not good not to kill. Forgive me for my limited wisdom, so I can only compromise half of it."

The incarnation of good thoughts raised his hand and clapped it high into the sky, then suddenly turned his palm down and said calmly: "My Buddha is compassionate and all living beings are equal. I am not qualified to decide the life and death of the donors, so..."

“Who dies and who lives depends entirely on God’s will!!”

Rumble————

High in the sky, red fire burned half of the sky. As the booming and explosions became more intense, the sea of ​​clouds and air waves dispersed. A large handprint covering the sky roared down, and the fingerprints and palm prints were clearly visible.

In an instant, boundless pressure enveloped the entire hilltop where the Shaolin Temple was located.