After getting off Shaoshi Mountain, Wang Dong changed his appearance and dressed up as an ordinary traveling monk, following the Shaolin disciples led by Master Xuannan to the head of the Luoyang Beggars' Sect.

Wang Dong was carrying the ultimate light skills and practiced the Great Wei Tuo Pestle, the three Shaolin skills of the Flower Pinnacle and the Vajra Prajna Palm. Even though his skills were not very profound, he was still among the top masters. If he deliberately followed, even Master Xuannan would be difficult to detect.

The distance from Shaolin Temple to the Beggars' Sect is not far away, and the Shaolin disciples have extraordinary strength and are walking fast. In less than half a day, they can see Luoyang City from afar.

The monks passed by a very large forest outside the city. Xuannan ordered everyone to take a break under the shade of the trees before entering the city.

Everyone sat cross-legged on the ground and used the authentic Shaolin Zen meditation skills to regulate the internal breath.

Wang Dong was hiding on a big tree, stepping on a wooden branch as thick as a hand and neck, his eyes slightly closed, and his body naturally rose and fell with the branches.

Buddhist Zen practice emphasizes entering into meditation and entering an absolute pure state. There is no self, no other, no everything, and the four elements are empty, so that the true self can be seen.

However, almost every word of "Annotation of Hundred Character Poems" practiced by Wang Dong revolves around the two words "nature", talking about "harmony between man and nature" - obviously Taoist kung fu.

Buddhism is "escape into the monk", Taoism is "integrating into nature".

Wang Dong was thinking about the commonalities between the two.

He calmed down his mind, but he swung up and down regularly with the branches.

He agreed that there was no tree under his feet, and he felt like he had transformed into the breeze.

A wonderful, contradictory feeling.

Sudden.

A wave of argument came from outside the forest.

Wang Dong opened his eyes and saw Master Xuannan confronting a monk who had appeared at some time.

The monk was wearing a yellow monk's robe, under forty years old, and had no distinction between clothes and shoes, but his face was full of spirit, as if there was a flowing light of treasure. He could really deserve the word "the treasure is solemn".

Wang Dong's heart moved and he vaguely thought of someone.

The body leaned forward and planted from the tree vertically. When it fell halfway, the body seemed to suddenly become lighter. It suddenly rose like a fallen leaf and drifted towards the edge of the forest, falling on another big tree with lush branches and leaves.

"I have always admired the magical skills of Shaolin in the Central Plains, and have never been able to visit me. Today I met Master Xuan of Shaolin. I am lucky to have three lives. I am not talented and want to ask Master Xuandu for two tricks. I wonder if I can give you one or two?"

The monk in the yellow robe had a modest attitude, a kind tone, a low voice with some soothing power. He must have been preaching Buddhism all year round to have this foundation.

Wang Dong had already guessed the identity of the man.

Watch the changes.

Xuan Nan stood up with a single palm and said, "If the master insists on giving advice, I have to respect me but not obey my orders."

Obviously the yellow-robed monk had been entangled with Master Xuannan for a long time.

"please."

"please."

The two walked to the open space next to them and stood several meters apart.

The monk in the yellow robe said: "I have learned a new set of palm techniques recently, which has a great relationship with Shaolin. I just happened to ask the master for advice."

As he said that, his palms stretched out, as if they were not connected, and with a shout, his palms pushed towards Xuannan. A powerful palm force spit out from between his palms and ran towards Xuannan.

"Prajna Palm?"

Xuan Nan was shocked.

This Prajna Palm is one of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple, the treasure of the mountain. How could he use it?

Before I could think too much, I waved my sleeves, used my fast palm to take action, transformed the power of the Prajna palm, and asked at the same time, "I wonder where the master learned this Prajna palm?"

The monk in the yellow robe smiled leisurely and said, "I don't have to tell the master the fate of my monk, please try my hand."

As he said that, he withdrew his left palm, raised his right palm high, slapped from top to bottom, and slapped down obliquely, which was the "blocking the sky and the sun" of Prajna Palm.

Xuannan felt a huge rock falling from the sky, and the majestic palm force made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He thought he couldn't hold on to the palm, and his sleeves spread out and his body floated backwards.

Unexpectedly, the yellow-robed monk fell down, but his tricks were not used. He whistled two whistles, spread his sleeves and turned his palms, making a move "turn back the red dust", pushing all the palms to Xuannan, and Xuannan had no choice but to retreat, so he tried his best to take a move.

Bang!

Xuan Nan was shaken away by the yellow-robed monk and spurted out a mouthful of blood in the air.

Although his skills are not as good as those of the monks in yellow robe, the fast palm he uses is far less mysterious than the Prajna palm.

The monk in the yellow robe knocked down Xuannan, with a very dignified look, with his palms folded, and pronounced the Buddha's name, "We have heard from the Central Plains that the world's martial arts are out of Shaolin. When we see him today, the Shaolin monks are so vulnerable. Isn't it a waste of resources to keep those martial arts in Shaolin? According to my monk's opinion, Shaolin might as well open the Sutra Pavilion and allow the world's real martial arts genius to enter and exit freely, and read and practice those martial arts books at will. Otherwise, I wonder how many unique skills will be ruined by you mediocre talents, that would be a great sin."

Xuannan was helped up by his disciples, and he looked angry and said, "I am not a match for the master. It is because I am not good at learning skills. My monk's cultivation level is not ranked at all in Shaolin. If the master wants to learn the real Shaolin Kung Fu, why not come to the door to teach you another day."

The monk in the yellow robe smiled and said, "That's natural. When I finish a few major tasks, I will go to Shaolin in person and ask all the monks for advice one by one."

Xuan Nan looked ugly and secretly scolded the yellow-robed monk for being arrogant and even wanted to pick the entire Shaolin alone.

The monk in the yellow robe seemed to see through his thoughts and said, "I want to use your 72 Shaolin skills to defeat you one by one, and step on Shaolin..."

Before he finished speaking, a warning suddenly arose in his heart. When he turned around, he saw a figure flashing in front of him, with extremely fast speed.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

The monk in the yellow robe cursed, and his palms hit each other with a "splash", secretly transporting his internal strength to the palm. Once the enemy appears, he will immediately use his best-in-class trick "Flame Knife" to injure the enemy to win.

"The Prajna palm you just made is similar in shape but not in spirit. It is a fake and shoddy copycat. Try my genuine Vajra Prajna palm."

When the sound fell, a strong wind rolled on the yellow-robed monk with smoke and dust.

This is the "Canyon Sky Wind" in the Vajra Palm.

The yellow-robed monk followed the palm wind to capture the enemy's place, and his palms cut out continuously, and the illusory force slashed at the opponent like a flying knife.

The Prajna Palm collided with the Flame Knife, and a beeping sound broke out.

After a moment.

The dust settles and each one dissolves.

Wang Dong appeared in front of the yellow-robed monk.

After observing the monk with yellow robe up close, he found that he was handsome and actually a handsome man. When he was young, he must have been a jade monk like Wuhua.

It has to be said that when film and television dramas shaped the image of this person, they are ugly at least in terms of appearance.

The image that Wang Dong was most impressed with even had a bun.

"Your Excellency is Jiumozhi?"

Wang Dong asked.

"It's me, what advice do you have?"

Wang Dong smiled slightly and raised his palm high, which was exactly the same as when Jiumozhi made the Prajna palm. However, Xuannan vaguely realized that the palm technique of the young monk in front of him was more impressive, and I wonder if it was a psychological effect.

Jiumozhi did not try out Wang Dong's background in one move, so he did not dare to rashly use the fake Prajna palm to take this true Prajna palm, and still used his best skills to resolve Wang Dong's palm power.

But when Wang Dong's palm fell, he did not spit out the power of Prajna palm, but turned his palm into fingers halfway, gently putting his middle fingers on it, making a flower-like shape, and bounced three fingers at Jiumozhi.

Bobobo~

The finger force was sent out, and it was colliding with Jiumozhi's palm wind.

laugh--

With a light sound, a corner of Jiumo's robe was penetrated by finger force, and his heart was secretly shocked.

Wang Dong looked at Jiumozhi with a strange smile on his face that no one could understand, and asked, "Jimozhi, do you want to make trouble when you come to the Central Plains this time?"
Chapter completed!