Reflect the world

Chapter 653 Shaolin (Second Change)

Meng Qi walked into the ever-changing scholar who had collapsed like mud, rubbed his hands on the face of the ever-changing scholar, and after a while, tore off a human skin mask as thin as a cicada's wings, revealing a slightly pale face. The face of a middle-aged man.

Looking at the human skin mask with a clear knife mark on its face, Meng Qi showed a trace of sadness on his face.

It was Xiang Hui who entered the space of the Lord of the Six Paths of Samsara with him and participated in the trial.

This unlucky guy didn't know when he was killed by the ever-changing scholar.

Jiang Zhiwei and the others looked at the human skin mask in Meng Qi's hands, and their surprise was fleeting. A group of people could be regarded as reincarnations, and they quickly calmed down in the face of such a change.

Zhang Yuanshan was even more curious and asked Tang Xuanming: "How did Fellow Daoist recognize the Variety Scholar at a glance? I have been traveling the rivers and lakes for a long time, and under the deliberate cover-up of the Variety Scholar, I didn't see it."

Tang Xuanming smiled, and explained calmly: "The Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation has introduced before, Duo Ercha's four top generals, among them, the ever-changing scholar let me pay more attention, so that the strong man who can change ever-changing The most frightening.

I was afraid that such a character would turn into someone close to us, and then make a sudden attack, and then cover his face when he saw Xiang Hui, which made me suspicious, so I tried it out, but I didn't expect it to be true. "

A group of people were amazed, and Meng Qi was covered in cold sweat.

After explaining the situation, Tang Xuanming smiled and said to Meng Qi and his party.

"Time is already tight, let's go to Shaolin Temple first."

Meng Qi didn't bother to marvel, and nodded quickly.

The time for three days is almost up, if you don't go to Shaolin Temple, the mission will fail.

The scorching sun is in the sky, and the flowing water is murmuring.

Shaolin Temple also received rumors that a group of monks in yellow clothes were blocking the way up the mountain.

There are already inns and markets nearby because of the visits of pilgrims.

"This is like the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple."

Jiang Zhiwei frowned. She had been to Shaolin Temple before, and felt that the surrounding scenes were very familiar.

"I'm not familiar with it. I was too young when I went up the mountain, so I didn't pay attention to the surrounding environment."

Meng Qi shook his head. He was already standing at the gate of Shaolin Temple just after crossing, and he had no chance to appreciate the scenery at the foot of Shaolin Temple. Therefore, even if he was a young monk of Shaolin, he had no right to speak.

Tang Xuanming responded calmly, his strength had risen to 3 jin during this period of time, and his body felt a faint sense of fullness.

He knows that this is the impact of growing too fast in a short period of time.

This is true of every world.

But even though he already knew this situation, he still frowned.

Soon after, Duoercha, the general of the prairie, will invade the Shaolin Temple.

That is a strong man who is about to enter the scene level, even Gu Xiaosang, who is the strongest among the crowd, will lose if he confronts Duoercha head-on.

Although Tang Xuanming had great knowledge in martial arts, it was difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, and it was still difficult to fight against the power of heaven and earth with brute force alone.

There are countless magic tricks in my mind, any successful practice can wipe Duo'ercha into scum in minutes, but my strength does not allow it.

The time is too short, Tang Xuanming has not yet understood the various rules of this world, although he has already tried his best to analyze it.

But it is not realistic to directly practice the top martial arts.

"It looks like I have to pick up the things I lost before."

With a thought, Tang Xuanming picked up the memory in the corner of her mind, a martial art that was regarded as the top in the world of low martial arts, and even invincible martial arts began to flow in her body with her breathing.

Indistinctly, the sound of dragon chant and elephant cry came out from Tang Xuanming's body.

Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu, Golden Wheel Dharma King's famous stunt, practiced to the tenth level of martial arts, which is invincible in the Southern Song Dynasty martial arts.

According to the legend, even the most stupid person can practice successfully in only one or two years before entering the level, but the longer the practice time is, the longer it will be, usually doubled, in order to truly reach the peak , it may take thousands of years for normal people, and it is a method similar to comprehension in the world of martial arts.

Of course, for Tang Xuanming who has reached the realm of supreme beings and is close to the limit of the realm of humanity.

Dragon Elephant Wisdom Skill is far less mysterious than imagined.

At least in the world of high martial arts, the five or six-year-old children in the tribe have practiced the Dragon and Elephant Kung Fu to the tenth level or above, and every gesture has a strength of more than [-] catties, and the best of them even have a hundred thousand catties.

"Several masters, I will report important news to the abbot of your sect, and I hope you will allow us to go up the mountain."

Meng Qi, who was a young monk himself, was in charge of communicating with the yellow-clothed monk.

And just during this breath, the bamboo tube in Tang Xuanming's body was like popping beans, crackling non-stop. Between breaths, Tang Xuanming practiced the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu to the seventh level.

The strength in the body didn't increase, but the feeling of shrinking and expanding and being overwhelmed gradually disappeared.

Jiang Zhiwei glanced at Tang Xuanming in surprise, she was the most outstanding descendant of Xijiange's generation, and she had the sharpest sword heart.

Just now, she felt a huge surge of true energy rising from Tang Xuanming's body. Although she regained her composure between breaths, it caused great pressure on her at that moment, and she couldn't help but draw her sword.

"Brother Tang, what did you do just now?"

"When I saw the thousand-year-old temple, I realized something by chance."

Tang Xuanming smiled lightly, and there was a faint image of a dragon and an elephant behind him. At this moment, his elephant was majestic, as if because of the reincarnation of the Buddha, there was a halo of wisdom at the back of his head, which surprised a group of monks in yellow who were in charge of guarding the mountain.

Meng Qi, a little monk with a bald head, was directly ignored by them. One of the monks in yellow took the initiative to salute Tang Xuanming and put his palms together.

"I don't know where the benefactor is practicing? Which eminent monk is the disciple of the great virtue? Why hasn't he been ordained?"

Tang Xuanming laughed loudly, and said: "Three thousand threads of troubles are troubles to you, but to me, they are just appearances. Why do you care so much?"

The monk in yellow raised his eyebrows. If outsiders were so arrogant outside the Shaolin Temple, they would definitely be kicked out of the mountain. But Tang Xuanming has an extraordinary temperament. Even standing there, he still has a Buddhist atmosphere, like a Fudo Myoko.

This unique temperament of Buddhism cannot be faked, it must have been practiced for a long time, so he just recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, and then kept silent.

And beside him, there is a monk who knows the guests and returns to the temple to report.

About half an hour later, the leading monk in yellow loudly proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said to Tang Xuanming and his party with a smile.

"The abbot has an invitation, all righteous men are invited to go up the mountain."

The mountain road is winding and lush.

Meng Qi felt more and more familiar as he walked, and found that this place was similar to the scene of Shaolin Temple. He was secretly amazed, but kept silent.

Tang Xuanming didn't pay much attention. He watched Meng Qi take out the list given to him by the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation from his bosom, and handed it to Master Xinji, the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

The candlelight of the Daxiong Palace and the like suddenly flickered, outlining a line of writing.

"As soon as the main task is completed, the list of traitors has been successfully handed over to the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and all those who enter the temple will be rewarded with fifty good deeds."

(End of this chapter)