Chapter 97: Gray stains, confrontation

　　Lu Zhengkang sat on the couch and read a book of "Easy Counting of Plum Blossoms". Suddenly, he felt a whim, turned his head and looked around without seeing any abnormalities. He looked at it with the eyes of the sky, but found that there was a special upper edge bead in front of Shaolin Temple.
　　 There are many broken upper rim lines on the surface of this upper rim bead, which looks like a sea urchin, and the overall brilliance is covered by a layer of dim gray stains, which looks very lifeless.
　　 This kind of gray mark Lu Zhengkang is rarely seen. Even for those who are about to die, the upper edge beads are still bright and clean.
　　 All the upper edges that conform to the cycle of heaven are bright, so this gray mark is obviously the product of deviating from the heaven.
　　 And those broken upper marginal lines mean the destruction of the upper marginal beads that were once connected with this person, and the connected upper marginal beads are at least good friends, or relatives and friends who have interacted with the person.
　　 Lu Zhengkang frowned, and a villain came.
　　 On this side, Zen Master Zixing called to the first seat of the third courtyard, and four elders, eighteen arhats, and twenty-six masters in total. Standing in the courtyard behind the temple gate, preparations were not enough.
　　 The abbot then asked the Zhike Monk to open the door.
　　 The creaking door shaft sounded, the thick red-painted door opened, and the elder Yu Feng stepped inside.
　　 The high monks saw that this person had blood faintly, his eyes hidden fierce and vicious, and his face was smirk, but he was cold. It is impossible for such a person without thousands of lives in his hands.
　　 "The elder of the sect, Yu Feng, has met all Shaolin monks and great virtues." He was very polite and bowed his hands. A good gentleman's skin looks like he might deceive many people.
　　 Zi Nian Zen master has a fiery temperament. When he stepped forward, he yelled and cursed: "Good demon! How dare you come to my Shaolin land to disturb the cleanliness, but this time I have to keep you!"
　　 Yu Feng straightened up, pretending to be frightened and said: "I don't know where to offend all the masters, why do you call for murder when you meet?"
　　 Zi Nie snorted coldly, and took out the invitation, "I want to be so sullen, the poor monk asks you, is this invitation made of human skin?"
　　 The other party immediately put away the insincere fear on his face and chuckled, "How did the monk know that this is human skin, do you like to use such a beautiful thing?"
　　 "Nonsense!" Zen Master Zi Nie was speechless for a while after cursing, unable to think of a rebuttal.
　　 He was already anxious, but the abbot did not speak, so he could only look at each other angrily.
　　 Zi Xing Zen Master sang the Buddha's name, "Amitabha Buddha, the donor is malignant into the body, and there are many troubles. It is better to stay in my Shaolin for a while, eat fast and reciting the Buddha to eliminate the evil nature." The old monk's face was flat to a little indifferent.
Yu Feng assumed the posture of a younger generation, "I have seen the master, but I don’t care about my body. In addition, I don’t know if I can see the abbot of your temple and spread the letter on behalf of our master Lei. inappropriate."
　　 The monks all looked angry when they heard it.
　　 The eleventh ceremony of child sex, the tone became more and more indifferent, "The poor monk is the Shaolin abbot."
Yu Feng laughed, "The old monk should not blame me, no one in the rivers and lakes has ever heard of Shaolin's superb martial arts "Cleaning the Marrow Sutra". If a cultivator is a boy, he can stay young forever. The abbots of the past are all talents. Naturally, he has practiced this technique. And the master is so old that it is impossible to be the abbot," he said, and suddenly shook his head pretending to be surprised, "No, are you really a master abbot, so why are you like this? , Could it be..."
　　 His words both inside and outside imply that Zi Xing has lost his virgin body, but his intentions are extremely sinister. A monk is a big scandal, let alone the abbot of Shaolin.
The Zen master of Prajna Hall first stepped forward and said loudly: "The abbot of our temple has realized the wonderful meaning of'not dry, not glorious, not false, not empty' many years ago. His spirit is restrained and he returns to the original, but his external appearance is No longer as a youth."
"You have seen people, and the letter has been spread. Now it's time to go to the poor monk to talk about things." The abbot walked forward. With every step he took, his face became younger and younger. After three steps, he looked like a young man, except for his jaw. No one would have expected that the monk had passed his elder years, and Zi Xing took three more steps, a layer of golden flames rose on his face, scorching fierce, scorching, like the angry eyes of the King of Ming, sneaky People who see it are discouraged.
　　 Yu Feng laughed, "The Arahant who had fallen into the demons and saved the world is still not old! Unfortunately, although I want to listen to the Buddha's teachings, but the ceremony is about to start, the old man Lei cannot do without me! Goodbye!"
　　 Before the words were finished, the crowd of monks attacked, bursting vigorously across the air, making a thunderous sound like a winter thunder.
However, Yu Feng's body is weird. Suddenly before and after, his limbs are stiff like walking corpses, but he is dragged by inexplicable force to spin and dance in the air, as if he is offering sacrifices to the great god. Slowly and easily can be avoided.
　　 This is the flying corpse grand nuo dance. It is a peculiar light skill combined with primitive witchcraft, and its power is unpredictable.
　　 At this time, Zen Master Zi Nie's neck violently blue veins, open his mouth loudly, sound like a wild lion, awe-inspiring determination.
"Roar!"
　　 Yu Feng's expression remained unchanged, and he praised "The lion's roar is well-known."
　　 He could no longer maintain his posture, fell on the ground, and shouted: "Do Shaolin monks only know to besiege! What a decent sect!"
　　 "Then let you see what is called the right way of reducing demons!"
Zen Master Zixing said, a palm hit, a strong palm strength, as high as the sky and tsunami, endless, covering a radius of tens of meters, unavoidable, no place to escape, it is known as the Shaolin No. The Vajra Prajna palm of a god.
Yu Feng waved his claws, and layers of blood shone through ~EbookFREE.me~ There was a screaming ghost in the sky, and went straight into the sky, but it was the secret of super-third-order martial arts, blood pool ghost claws, and practiced with human and animal blood. Fierce and vicious, the blood flowing back into the ghost claws to swallow it is an evil method of killing, raising and killing.
　　 With this grasp, his skill is even capable of competing with the power of Zen Master Zixing. The power is incredible, but he does not know how many creatures he killed to get his blood.
　　 "Good thief!" The abbot shouted angrily, clenched his palms into his fists, and struck out flatly. In an instant, the brilliance was flourishing, like a golden sun falling to the ground, and those who saw it only felt the sound of Sanskrit singing faintly in their ears.
　　 The Shaolin Temple vibrated, and the bells sounded loudly, making it more and more unmatched.
　　 With a punch, the ghost claws in the blood pool shattered suddenly, turning into blood mist, and being scattered by the golden light.
　　 "Is this the Lightning Fist of Conquering Demons?" A dark red blood appeared on Yu Feng's face, "It is really worthy of the skill of conquering demons to save the world!"
　　 Just as this fist was about to fall on Yu Feng, the abbot stretched out his five fingers, and the vigorous fists rotated into a circle, trying to trap him.
When it was said that it was too late, I saw something leaping out of Yu Feng’s arms, but it was a token that turned into a little blood-colored boy in mid-air, turning around and spreading a red cloth around Yu Feng, piercing the air ring. Electric shot away.
　　 "The Lord Lei has something to call the villain, but he can't accompany the masters to talk about Zen! The opening ceremony is everywhere!" After a short while, there was a loud laughter from the mountain road in the distance.
　　 The monks snorted coldly, and the abbot frowned slightly.
　　 "What a teaching, what a Lei Guangling!" Zi Nie jumped into thunder.
　　 "This number of martial arts is familiar." The first Bodhi Academy thoughtfully.
　　 "Abbot, this sect ceremony, shall we go or not?"
　　 "Waiting for the old man to revise the book to the head of Wudang Li Sushui, the teacher of Emei Renyuan, and discuss this together."
　　 "Yes!" The monks joined together.