"The Six-Meridian Divine Sword is the treasure of the temple. Mr. Murong knew this very well. Therefore, he told me back then that if he came to the door and asked for a visit, the temple would definitely not allow it. Moreover, he once said that the Duan family of Dali was the emperor, and he did not forget his loyalty in the past, benevolent and loving the people, and was benevolent and benevolent, and he was not convenient for him to steal and force him to take it."

After hearing this, the abbot Benyin couldn't help but bow slightly and thanked: "Thank you to Mr. Murong for the praise! However, since Mr. Murong also respects the Duan of Dali, and King Ming is his friend, he should consider Mr. Murong's legacy." As if he had not heard the next sentence of Abbot Benyin, he just stood up on his own, took the sandalwood box carried in by the two servants and placed it at his feet.

Then he bowed slightly and said with a hint of embarrassment: "Oh, Master Abbot's words were originally good, but it's just a strange thing. The young monk was too young and energetic back then. After hearing Mr. Murong's words, he boasted without thinking: "The little monk is the national teacher of Tubo. There is no relative or reason for the Duan family in Dali. Both countries of Tubo and Dali have no relatives. Since Mr. Murong is not convenient to take them personally, the young monk will do it for him. "A real man said that he will have no regrets in his life and death. Since the little monk has this agreement with Mr. Murong, he will definitely not go back on his word!"

After these soft and hard words, without waiting for Master Benyin and others to change their color, Jiumozhi brushed his sleeves lightly. The sandalwood box at his feet immediately opened without wind, sprinkling a brilliant golden light. "Of course, the little monk can't ask the temple for the treasure of the temple in vernacular. Here is a little care. Please take a look..."

As he said that, Jiumozhi leaned over and took out a small gold box from the thick sandalwood box. Seeing this, the monks couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, "Are we, the people outside the world, still greedy for some rare treasures? Besides, Duan is the lord of Dali, and he has saved more than 150 years, and he is afraid that he will lose gold and silver utensils?" At this moment, Jiumozhi raised his hand gently, opened the gold box, and took out three yellowed books from it!

Jiumozhi flipped these three books casually. When Benyin glanced at him, he saw that there were pictures and texts in this book, all written by Yuan Mo. While he was confused, among the players outside the wooden house, a neat inhalation and saliva suddenly came from the players. Countless players stared at the three books, and the green light in their eyes was almost condensed into substance...

In the wooden house, Jiumozhi stared at these three books for a long time, and suddenly tears dripped down, splashing wet her clothes, looking sad and sad. Benyin and others were all very surprised. Only Master Kurong, who was facing his back to the door, suddenly said coldly: "The King Ming thought of his old friend and his relationship was not pure. Isn't he worthy of being called the "high monk"?"

Jiumozhi lowered his head and said, "The master has great wisdom and great supernatural powers, which are beyond the reach of a small monk." As he said that, he directly changed the topic and no longer suffocated people's appetite. He raised the old book in his hand and said to Benyin and others: "These three volumes of martial arts are written by Mr. Murong, explaining the essence of the 72 unique skills of the Shaolin School, practice methods, and the way to crack it."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. The 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple are so powerful that they are at the same level as the power of these unique skills. In the past hundred years, even in Shaolin Temple, no one has been able to cultivate more than twenty unique skills. But now, Jiumozhi actually said that Murong Bo is not only familiar with all the seventy-two unique skills, but also knows their own ways of cracking. This can naturally be said to be a shocking thing...

While observing the expressions of each person, Jiumozhi continued, "Mr. Murong gave these three strange books, and the monk gave them a lot of benefits after reading and studying them. Now he is willing to exchange these three strange books with your temple for the six-mechanical divine sword scriptures. If the masters bow to him, the monk will be grateful for his past faith."

"Of course, when the temple gives you treasure scriptures, you can keep your own copies. The masters are kind to the monks, and the bones are not damaged by themselves. Moreover, the monk here promises that after receiving the scriptures, they will seal them immediately and never peek at them. They will personally send them to Mr. Murong's tomb to burn them. The high art of the temple will never be spread to the outside world. Furthermore, although the masters of the temple have profound martial arts, they can no longer seek outside, but stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade. The 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple do have unique secrets, including the three fingering techniques of "Ching Flower Finger", "Dalo Leaf Finger", and "Wuxiang Jie Finger", which have a lot of mutual verification of the one-yang finger of the school!"

When he heard this, most of the monks in Tianlong Temple were moved. Seeing this, Jiumozhi was secretly happy and hit the railway while it was hot: "The little monk was young and knowledgeable, and he might not be able to win the trust of all the masters. The three fingering techniques of Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills should be used before everyone." As he said that, he stood up and said, "The little monk was just a place to be excited, and he was free to dabble at random, and he was very rough and simple. He also hoped that everyone would give him a guide. The fingering technique was to pick up a flower." He saw his right thumb and index finger gently, as if he was picking up a flower, with a smile on his face, and flicking the five fingers of his left hand to the right.

After firing dozens of times, Jiumozhi stopped, raised his right sleeve, opened his mouth and blew it to the sleeve. In an instant, he saw round cloths as big as chess pieces falling down on the sleeve, and dozens of broken holes were exposed on the sleeve. It turned out that his dozens of flower-picking fingers just now were all touched on his sleeve, and his softness was damaged. At first glance, he saw that it was intact. Once the wind blew, his skills were revealed!

Because people like me are all looking down on each other. If they just point out the empty space and the sleeves of the prize are broken, their yang finger can be easily done. However, if you want to make such an understatement as Jiumozhi, your fingers bounce and it seems that there is no disturbance to the surrounding air, it will be completely impossible! At this moment, a thought emerged in the minds of these monks: "Well, this Great Wheel Ming Wang said it well. The feminine force of the fingers of this flower finger is completely different from our yang fingers, but there are indeed many things to learn from..."

The muttering in his heart was naturally reflected on his face. When Jiumo Zhizhi saw his words and expressions, his mood was particularly excited. He did not rest. He bowed slightly and smiled: "I am so ugly. The little monk's fingers of picking flowers are not as far away as Master Xuandu of Shaolin Temple. The "Dora Ye Finger" is afraid that his attainments are even worse."

As he said that, Jiumozhi turned around and walked around the wooden box underground, connecting his fingers quickly. But when he saw the wooden chips flying on the wooden box, he kept jumping. In an instant, the wooden box had become fragments - not only the thick sandalwood box wall was completely broken, but even the hinges, copper pieces, iron buckles, buttons and other metal accessories of the wooden box were broken under his finger force. If it were the former, I thought I could do it, but if I wanted to use my finger force to break the metal, the monks would know that they would definitely not be able to do it. At this moment, the admiration of Jiumozhi increased a little more. Of course, the covetousness of the 72 Shaolin skills was also correspondingly rising...

Jiumozhi was even more happy and smiled and said, "The little monk used this Dorao Ye finger to be domineering, and his skills were so shallow." As he said that, he put his hands in his sleeves, and in the assault, the pile of broken wood pieces suddenly flew and jumped, as if someone was using an invisible thin stick to stir up trouble! The first emperor couldn't help but blurt out: "The Wuxiangjie is worthy of his reputation, admire him, admire him!"

Jiumozhi bowed slightly and said modestly, "Master is too rewarded!" As he said that, he kept a gentle smile, just staring at Benyin and others, but stopped talking. The monks naturally knew that Jiumozhi was showing up. So he saw Benyin turn around and ask Master Kurong, "Uncle Master, Wang Ming is here, what is the sincerity of his intention? How should we respond? Please see Uncle Master."

"Benyin, how many levels of your yang finger have you cultivated?" Without looking back, Master Kurong asked in his signature flat voice. Benyin was slightly stunned and replied ashamed: "The disciple was dull and he was unable to work hard, so he only got the fourth level." Master Kurong nodded and continued to ask: "Then, if you give you another hundred years, can you reach the first level?"

Because sweat was dripping from my forehead, I replied in a trembling voice: "I will definitely not!" Then, without waiting for Master Kurong to continue teaching his lesson, he saluted respectfully, "My uncle is very instructive. Our own yang fingers are still not comprehensive. What should we do to do with other people's martial arts? Ming Wang comes to work hard and wait for our temple to set up a vegetarian to receive the wind." As he said that, he turned around and said to Jiumozhi: "My uncle has not seen a foreign guest for more than ten years. Ming Wang is a great monk in the age of time. My uncle made an exception and continued to see him... Ming Wang asked!"

Such a move was obviously to reject his proposal. When Jiumozhi heard this, he sighed and his smile closed. He did not get up, but heard him say in a deep voice: "The little monk is arrogant today, saying a word that is ignorant. If the sword technique of the Six-Meridian Divine Sword is as exquisite as Mr. Murong said, I am afraid that although there is a map, no one can practice it. If someone practices it, then this sword technique may not be as magical as Mr. Murong guessed... Since the Six-Meridian Divine Sword Sutra is only a false name and has no practicality, why should you pay so much attention to it? It hurts the harmony between Tianlong Temple and Dalun Temple, and the diplomatic relations between Dali and Tubo?"

These words not only greatly devalued the value of the Six-Meridian Divine Sword, but also blatantly used the relationship between Tubo and Dali to threaten Tianlong Temple. After hearing this, not only was Benbian and others angry, but even Master Kurong couldn't help but snorted coldly and spoke directly: "The King of Ming said that the Six-Meridian Divine Sword in the Temple is of a false reputation and is not practical. We will use the Six-Meridian Divine Sword to learn the Ming King's skill. If it is indeed as Ming King goes, this sword technique has a false reputation and is not practical, then how precious is it? Ming King will take the Sword Sutra away."

This is the ultimate method for people in the world to resolve disputes. Whether you are right or not, just look at whether your fist is big or not. When Jiumozhi heard this, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned and said in surprise: "Can it be that among the masters present, more than one person would use the Six-Meridian Divine Sword?" Then, he was happy again and bowed and said: "The monks are willing to show off their magical skills, which will open the little monk's eyes. How lucky is it?"

After responding to the request of the competition, Jiumozhi pondered for a moment, and suddenly waved his hand again, asking the followers outside to send a bunch of Tibetan incense in and lit it on the ground. Then, he saw him clasping his fists with his hands and exhaling his internal force. He saw the six slender blue smokes immediately changed their shape and floated straight towards the monks of Benyin. However, just when they were three feet away from Benyin and the others' faces, these slender blue smokes stopped and remained in the air that could not be dispersed: "Masters, please..."
Chapter completed!