Mixed Martial Arts: I am achieving great results in Shaolin

Chapter 230 Crazy in vain

At the corner of North Street in Yanmen County, an old monk who was obviously in his late seventies was squatting down and playing a game of picking up stones with three seven or eight-year-old children.

To pick up stones, you put a few stones on the ground, then pick up one or a few, and throw them up. Then you need to use the same hand to pick up more stones on the ground. At the same time, you must ensure that the stones are thrown into the air and are falling. The stones were also received in hand.

A child was really dexterous with his hands. He threw the stones three times in a row and caught eleven of the twelve stones on the ground. Only one was not very obedient and slipped through the cracks of his hands.

Even so, the child was also surprised by his companions.

The old monk smiled and touched the child's head:
"Xiaomu, you are so powerful. Try again and see if you can pick up the last one."

Xiaomu was also a little unwilling, so he put the pebbles back on the ground and started playing again.

But Xiaomu's hands are still small, and eleven is already the limit. He can't hold No. 12. This second time, of course, also ended in failure.

At this time, there was no need for the old monk to say anything more. Xiaomu immediately started trying for the third time, but still failed.

The fourth time, Xiaomu performed abnormally and only caught nine.

Xiaomu was fuming and couldn't figure it out.

"Come on, kid, spread your hands!"

The old monk placed the stones one by one on Xiaomu's open palm and said:

"Hold it and try."

As soon as Xiaomu nestled, a stone fell to the ground.

"Xiaomu, look, your hands are so big, they can only hold eleven at most. These No. 12 don't belong to you. No matter how you hold them, you can't hold them."

Xiaomu was a little unconvinced:
"I just want to hold them all, grandpa."

The old monk smiled and said: "Silly boy, you have to remember that there are many things in this world that you can't do just by thinking about it. You want to be a child all the time, but you will always grow up slowly. Take ten One is also very good!”

The old monk finally said:
"Xiaomu, you should keep these words of the poor monk in mind. Cherish what you can hold, forget about what you can't hold. Don't throw away the pebbles you could hold for the sake of the last pebble. "

Xiaomu looked down at the stones in his hand, suddenly stretched out his other hand, held all twelve stones in his hand, and showed off:
"Grandpa, look, Xiaomu can hold it, Xiaomu can hold it!"

At this moment, Chen Mo walked up behind Xiaomu:

"Little baby, you held all the pebbles in your hands, but you broke the rules!"

Xiaomu turned around and said, "Hey, another big bald head."

Chen Mo knelt down and said:

"Xiaomu, the rule for picking up stones is that you can only use one hand. Everyone else uses one hand, but you use two. This is cheating. If you cheat, no one will be willing to play with you."

Xiaomu was so frightened that he quickly put the pebbles on the ground:
"Xiaomu doesn't cheat! Daddy said, even if it's just for fun, you have to be able to afford it!"

The old monk looked at Chen Mo and said with a faint smile:

"It's been a hard journey, Shen Yuan."

Chen Mo clasped his hands together and said respectfully:

"Disciple has seen Uncle Jie!"

"Xiaomu, it's getting late. Let's go home with our friends."

"Hey, goodbye grandpa!"

Master Jiejie looked at Xiaomu’s back and sighed:
"This little wooden root is good. I hope it can go on the right track in the future!"

Chen Mo laughed and said:

"At the age of seven or eight, he was taught by a respected Shaolin master. This kid can't bend."

Master Termination stroked his beard:

"Hey, Shen Yuan, don't talk flattering words to me. I'm already at this age, so I can see these things clearly. You've been running all the way, and I'm afraid your stomach has been empty for a long time. I'll take you to fill it. Fill your stomach.”

Chen Mo followed Master Jie to a small stall.

The stall owner is an older lady who is greeting other customers in the stall.

Maybe it’s the delicious food made by the proprietress, or maybe it’s the proprietress’ hospitality to guests. In short, the customers at this stall are also polite and the atmosphere is very harmonious.

After seeing Chen Mo and Master Jie, the landlady quickly wiped her hands and greeted warmly:

"Oh, you two masters, but you are hungry. Please wait a moment, I will prepare vegetarian food for the two masters immediately!"

Master Jie took out a tael of silver:
"Donor, please cook all the vegetarian dishes you know how to do. Thank you!"

The landlady said in a panic:

"Oh, Master, how dare I ask for your money?"

The master of conclusion put his hands together:

"Amitabha, if the donor refuses, then I will have to go elsewhere."

The landlady then took the money:
"Don't worry, Master, I will make it delicious for you. Just wait!"

After Chen Mo sat down, he sighed:
"Uncle Grand Master, you have to take a lot of trouble!"

Master Jie said with a smile:

"Haha, I have done a lot in the past few years since I joined the world. Although most of the money has been distributed to the farmers to send their children to school, I have left some behind, just in case. Be careful."

Chen Mo: "Hey, what are your orders from Grand Master Uncle?"

Master Jiejie: ​​"I just want to ask you, why do you become a monk and ask for alms?"

Although Chen Mo has not passed the Buddhist exam so far, he still understands many Buddhist principles, but he just doesn't like to endorse them.

Chen Mo immediately replied:
"The Buddha believes that those who can give alms to fasting monks have a predestined relationship with the Buddha. Therefore, monks and nuns collect alms and beg to build good relationships. They also use Buddhist principles to transform the cause and effect of alms to induce people to do good, so they become alms."

Master Qiu: "The landlady just now offered to help us two. Why do you think I refused?"

Chen Mo looked at the proprietress who was so busy that she didn't even have time to wipe off her sweat, but was still cheerful. After thinking for a while, she gave her own opinion:

"This benefactor no longer needs others to lead her to good deeds."

Master Jie nodded with satisfaction:
"Senior nephew Kong Hui, you really taught a good disciple!"

Chen Mo: "Uncle Taishi is so complimentary!"

Master Jie waved his hand:

"In front of me, there is no need to be polite. You have just arrived and you don't know the situation yet. I have made inquiries in the past few days and will tell you about the situation."

Chen Mo immediately pricked up his ears and listened.

Chen Mo learned this from Master Jie.

This Heroes Conference is indeed a gathering of heroes.

In terms of evil ways, in addition to the Sun Moon God Sect and the Xingxiu Sect, which are leading the way, there are also Yihua Palace, Yuanyue Villa, Blood Knife Gate, Twelve Links Dock, and White Camel Villa that are very famous in the world.
In terms of righteousness, Shaolin, Wudang, Quanzhen, Emei, Huashan, Songshan, Beggar Clan, and Iron Palm Clan have all sent people there.

There are more sects and solo masters on their way.

Chen Mo asked: "Master, how many masters on the hero list have come?"

With Chen Mo's current weight, apart from Ah Qing, who has fallen to the top ten on the list of geniuses, Chen Mo can already be said to be invincible.

So Chen Mo naturally set his sights on the hero list.

The Master of Ending said:

"There are many masters on the Heroes List who work alone or are in charge of small forces. Heroes such as Ximen Chuixue, Chu Liuxiang, and Li Xunhuan have no interest in the Heroes Conference. They naturally have their own methods of punishing rape and eliminating evil."

Chen Mo was still very sorry.

After all, he has some friendship with heroes such as Ximen Chuiyue. If they also participate in the Heroes Conference, it will undoubtedly be beneficial to him.

But in fact, many heroes look down upon the "Heroes Conference" held by the Sun Moon God Sect as the organizer.

Although there are many masters of the Heavenly Enlightenment Realm, there are very few powerful ones, as well as beings like Ximen Chuixue who stand at the top of the Heavenly Enlightenment Realm.

Chen Mo still hasn't found out how this heroes conference held in Yanmen County has anything to do with Shaolin.

Although not many top experts came, there were enough people!
Even if Shaolin is really besieged by so many forces, if Kong Hui and Sweeping Monk don't take action, they may not be able to prevent this catastrophe.

Jie Jie seemed to notice Chen Mo's worry and said slowly:

"Shen Yuan, there are some things that cannot be rushed."

Just at this moment, the landlady came up with delicious vegetarian dishes:
"Two masters, let's eat first, there will be more later!"

After Master Jie thanked him, he continued to say to Chen Mo:
"Look, these vegetarian dishes will come after a while, don't worry, don't worry. I'm here just to help you. If you are not stable, then I will be in trouble. .”

Chen Mo smiled bitterly: "Master, have you guessed it all?"

Master Jie's face suddenly turned cold:

"You little novice, you asked me by name in the letter to come alone. How could I not know that this hero's conference is like a dragon's pool and a tiger's den?"

To be honest, Master Jiejie knew that this was a tiger's den, yet he still dared to come alone. This definitely showed his trust in Chen Mo!

Chen Mo said sincerely:
"Thank you, Master!"

Master Jie said with a smile:

"No thanks, no thanks. I'm an old man. I just want to do more things for the rest of my life. Whether it's helping you or getting rid of demons, it's all I want to do. Come and eat."

"Eh!"

Chen Mo immediately started to chop the rice.

But before I had even eaten two bites of the meal, an old man with gray hair and beard suddenly walked up to Master Jiejie and asked:

"Old monk, how to get to the Heroes Conference?"

The ending master was very polite:

"Amitabha, this benefactor, the Heroes Conference has not started yet. The donor can find a place to stay in the city and wait for the Heroes Conference to start."

The old man scratched his head:

"Oh, why hasn't it started yet! It hasn't started yet! I came here from Lingxiao City in a hurry, just because I want to learn from the heroes of the world, but here I have no place to fight!"

The old man glanced at Master Jie and suddenly smiled:

"Hey, old monk, I see that you are old, but your breathing and breathing are stable. You must be a practitioner, from Shaolin?"

Master Jie said: "Amitabha, the donor guessed it right. I am a Shaolin monk with a Buddhist name, Jie Jie."

"Finished! The leader of Bodhidharma Hall?"

The old man immediately became interested and said excitedly:
"Come on, come on, have a fight with me, my hands are itchy! My hands are itchy!"

Chen Mo looked at the old man with an intriguing expression.

Lingxiao City, this is the territory of Yongzhou Snow Mountain Sect!

This old man shouldn't be able to.
The old man invited a fight, but the master was not interested. He shook his head:
"Amitabha, the benefactor's martial arts skills are unpredictable. I think I am no match for him. I would like to ask the benefactor to be patient for a few days. When the Heroes Conference is held, the benefactor will use martial arts to make friends, and we will definitely have a good fight."

The old man said angrily: "You give up before the fight? Are the Shaolin monks so cowardly now? When I was young, Shaolin was very proud! Come on, let's have a fight and let me see the Shaolin monks today. , How much real ability can you still retain!"

After finishing the master's refusal again:

"Amitabha, donor, the people around here are doing small businesses. Please stop making trouble."

The old man said indifferently:

"Making trouble? You said I'm making trouble?"

Seeing that the old man seemed a little excited, Chen Mo quickly said:
"This benefactor, if you want to learn from each other, the young monk can help you practice a few moves, but you must not hurt the people around you, how about that?"

The old man didn't even open his eyes to look at Chen Mo:
"You're just a little monk, you look like you're in your twenties, you can't stand a slap from me!"

Chen Mo grinned: "Try it. If the young monk is defeated, the master will naturally take action."

Old man: "Okay! I'll teach you a lesson first, you little monk who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth!"

Finishing Master:

"Shen Yuan, change to another place, this place."

Chen Mo smiled bitterly: "Master, I'm afraid this donor is a martial arts idiot and won't care about this. If you have a good time with him, he will leave naturally."

Finishing Master:

"Hey, I will protect the people around me. Just take it easy."

Although Master Jie has guessed the old man's identity, he is still not worried about Chen Mo's problems.

Therefore, Master Jie is just afraid that the people around him will be affected.

Chen Mo got up and walked to the middle of the street with the old man.

It's quite spacious here, but there are a lot of people coming and going.

The old man snorted coldly and circulated his true energy, powerful power bursting out from his body. Many of the pedestrians around him were also martial arts practitioners. Seeing this battle, they all quickly retreated.

The old man thrust out both palms, but Chen Mo stabilized his steps and responded with both palms.

From the beginning it was a competition of internal strength.

The four palms were sealed together, the old man did not take a step back, and Chen Mo did not take a step back either.

The old man was surprised:

"Little monk, I only used [-]% of my power. If you can resist me, you are very rare among young people! How much power did you use to resist me?"

Chen Mo: "Let's count it as [-]%."

The old man's eyes widened at that time:

"Young monk, you are so arrogant! I have lived for 80 years, and you are only in your early twenties, yet you dare to say that your inner strength is better than mine! Monks don't lie, so you are breaking the precepts!"

Chen Mo sneered: "Senior Bai, little monk, I didn't lie."

The old man raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Do you know me?"

Chen Mo: "The leader of the Snow Mountain Sect, Mr. Weide, is Bai Zizai. He is famous. How can this young monk not know about it?"

Snow mountain sect, white and free.

In the book "Xia Ke Xing" in his previous life, this old man was also an important character.

Bai Zizai had great luck when he was young. When he was collecting medicine in the snowy mountains, he encountered an avalanche. By chance, he fell into a snake cave and found an ancient snake that had expired.

Because the snow-capped mountains are always cold, the corpses of ancient strange snakes are well preserved. Bai Zizai was so hungry that he ate snake meat, swallowed snake gall, and drank snake blood.

Although this ancient snake has been dead for a long time and has lost its demonic power, its flesh and blood still has an excellent effect of cleansing tendons and cutting marrow.

As a result, Bai Zizai's skill greatly increased, and coupled with his diligent practice of Xueshan sect martial arts, he achieved the realm of enlightenment at the age of 30, succeeded him as the head of the Xueshan sect, and once became the number one master in Yongzhou.

As a result, due to a series of changes, Bai Zizai became possessed, became arrogant and crazy, and became insane. He has not appeared in the world for more than ten years.

Chen Mo remembered that in the original story, after Bai Zizi went crazy, he was imprisoned by his wife Jinwu Granny Shi Xiaocui to prevent Bai Zi from causing trouble.

But now Bai Zizai actually appears here.

Bai Zizai raised his head and laughed:
"Hahaha, now that you know it's me, you shouldn't talk nonsense. Little monk, let me teach you a lesson and let you see my unfathomable inner strength. Haha!"

Bai Zizai continued to use his power, [-]%, [-]%, [-]%.
Bai Zizai's face turned red and he had exerted all his power, but Chen Mo remained motionless, not even a drop of sweat.

"This is impossible!"

After Bai Zizai became obsessed, he had the hallucination that "I am the best in the world" all year round, and he could not accept that a young monk's internal strength was stronger than him.

But no matter how much Bai Zizai yelled or exerted his strength, Chen Mo took them all with great stability.

This scene made Master Jie nod his head repeatedly.

Seeing that his internal strength was not good enough, Bai Zizai removed his palm power and wanted to surpass Chen Mo in his external strength.

The Snow Mountain School has inherited two fist and kick skills: "Mountain Opening Palm" and "Snow Sweeping Kick". The two can also cooperate with each other and are very powerful.

Chen Mo used "Dragon Claw Hand" to respond to Bai Zizai's "Open Mountain Palm". As soon as Bai Zizai hit him, Chen Mo grabbed his arm.

Bai Zizai's arm shook, and he turned his palm into a fist, and was about to hit Chen Mo's chest.

Chen Mo immediately switched his left hands and punched Bai Zizai hard.

With this punch, Bai Zizai stood still, while Chen Mo took seven steps back.

Bai Zizai proudly:
"Boy, my fist is still a bit weak!"

After all, Bai Zizai wanted to hide his bleeding right hand behind his back to avoid being seen by Chen Mo.

But as soon as he moved his right hand just an inch, his whole arm hurt so much that Bai Zizi's eyelids jumped!

Bai Zizai had eaten the meat of ancient strange snakes, cleansed his muscles and cut off his marrow, and his strength and physical strength were already much higher than those of ordinary martial arts practitioners.

But when encountering Chen Mo, an ancient beast in human form, it was the old man who suffered the consequences.

Although Chen Mo retreated, it was purely to relieve his strength.

It’s not about releasing Bai Zizui’s power, it’s about releasing his own power.

Bai Zizai's punch just now was so fierce that Chen Mo subconsciously used [-]% of his strength. If he didn't hold back, Chen Mo was worried that Bai Zizai's arm would be destroyed!
If Bai Zizai doesn't give up, if his fists can't do it, then he'll use his legs!
It was just a sparring match, but Chen Mo didn't want to break Bai Zizai's leg by kicking him, so Chen Mo chose to dodge.

But Chen Mo can avoid it with "Travel to the World", but dead objects like tables and chairs cannot be avoided.

The strong wind kicked out by Bai Zi directly shattered a wooden table.

The landlady said in a low voice with a bitter face:

"table."

Chen Mo quickly said:
"Senior Bai, we are just competing, don't damage people's things!"

Bai Zizai raised his chin:
"This is unavoidable in martial arts competitions. It doesn't matter. If I break anything, I will compensate you according to the price!"

After saying that, Bai Zizai kicked him again.

Chen Mo dodged as usual, and Gang Feng kicked another chair to pieces.

There was no need for Chen Mo to ask, Bai Zizai said consciously:
"I pay!"

Seemingly unable to defeat Chen Mo even with his leg skills, Bai Zizai bent down and picked up a table leg from the ground:

"Little monk, be careful, I'm going to use the Snow Mountain Sword Technique!"

Chen Mo thought that Bai Zizai's attainments in swordsmanship had reached the point where he was better than having a sword without a sword.

However, after the fight, I realized that Bai Zizai was not so terrifying, and he just used the table leg instead of the sword.

Without the sharp weapon, although Bai Zizai's sword skills were still exquisite, their power was greatly reduced. Chen Mo simply opened the golden bell and directly broke the table leg in Bai Zizai's hand.

"I don't believe in this evil today!"

Bai Zizai didn't care that his hands were still bleeding, and crisscrossed his hands and feet to greet the golden bell.

About a tea time later, an old woman in red came hurriedly with a group of disciples dressed in white and holding sheathed swords.

At this moment, Bai Zizai was sitting on a chair in the stall, holding his head in his hands.

The old woman in red came forward and said angrily:

"Who asked you to run out on your own!"

When Bai Zizai saw the old woman, he panicked and said:
"Xiao, Xiao Cui, I left in a hurry and forgot to bring my money. I broke the table and chairs. Please help me compensate the boss lady."

This old woman in red is the head of the Golden Crow Sect and the wife of the head of the Snow Mountain Sect:

Shi Xiaocui!
Shi Xiaocui gritted his teeth:
"You bastard, you just rob a horse from a racecourse wherever you go. I chase you all the way and wipe your ass!"

Bai Zizai defended:
"I'm in a hurry too."

Shi Xiaocui: "Why are you so anxious? Do you really think you are the best in the world? You are a frog in the well!"

Behind Shi Xiaocui, a pretty girl came forward:
"Hey, grandpa, what's wrong with your hands?"

Bai Zizai wanted to hide his hands back, but the pretty girl pulled him back.

Seeing Bai Zizai's hands covered with wounds, the pretty girl said angrily:

"Who did it? Grandpa, who hurt you?"

"I"

Bai Zizai secretly glanced at Chen Mo who was not far away, with a bitter look on his face:
"My dear granddaughter, it's grandpa. You hurt yourself."

Because of Bai Zizai's madness, although his internal strength is still there, his external achievements are definitely not as good as before he went crazy.

So Bai Zizai lost his mind in the end and only wanted to smash Chen Mo's golden bell.

Chen Mo was also happy to save effort, and his true energy continued to pour into the golden bell.

Bai Zizairuo has a sword in hand, and with his strongest "Snow Mountain Sword Technique", he should be able to break through the golden bell with a lot of effort.

But fists and feet.
In the end, he ended up with cracked hands and broken finger bones.

Chen Mo, who was watching the old couple bickering, suddenly noticed that among the disciples brought by Jinwu Granny Shi Xiaocui, there was a young man with a handsome face and sincere eyes like a child.

But the faint light in his pupils is enough to show that this person's internal strength is profound, even worse than Bai Zina!
Chen Mo took a breath, stood up directly, walked to the young man, and clasped his hands together:
"Amitabha!"

The young man was a little panicked and followed Chen Mo's example and performed a Buddhist salute:

"Amitabha, Amitabha, may I ask what your vocation is for this master?"

Chen Mo smiled lightly:

"Oh, the young monk thinks that the donor has a very kind face. He must be a very kind person. He just came here and dared to ask the donor's name."

The young man scratched his head in embarrassment:

"My, my name is son of a bitch."

(End of this chapter)