Among the seven heads of the Shaolin Temple, the number one is Master Xinhu. He is also the current head of the Shaolin Temple. He is one of the top leaders in the Shaolin Temple in terms of martial arts training and Buddhist knowledge. At this time, when I heard Xinmei asked, my heart

Master Hu's face darkened slightly, his white beard trembled slightly, and he looked at an old monk next to him: "Xinwu, what is Yang Xingzhou's cultivation level?"

Zen Master Xinwu is in charge of the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion. He is also responsible for studying the martial arts of other schools in the world, collecting all kinds of information in the world, and is well aware of all things in the world.

No one among the thousands of monks in Shaolin Temple can compare to him in being able to make extremely pertinent evaluations.

Hearing the leader's inquiry, Zen Master Xinwu lowered his head and clasped his hands together, and said: "Three years ago, Yang Xingzhou swept across the coast of the East China Sea and killed more than three hundred people. After that, he almost massacred all the Taoists in Baiyu Temple with a spear. It is said that Baiyu Temple

Lord Lai Changsheng can't even withstand one of his shots."

When he said this, he glanced at the few fellow apprentices around him and pondered slightly.

Xinhu raised his eyelids and glanced at Xinwu: "Junior brother, just keep talking."

He realized in his heart: "The master of Baiyu Temple, Lai Changsheng, is very good with the jade flute in his hand. He can injure the enemy with his strength. I once fought with him in the past, and I was at a disadvantage after fifty moves, but he couldn't even resist Yang Xingzhou's shot.

That was still the case when Yang Xingzhou was beaten. If the rumors are correct, I am afraid that no one, not even you or my brothers, can be his opponent."

Xinhu frowned: "Why didn't you tell me these things earlier?"

Enlightenment: "..."

Who knew you were crazy enough to provoke Yang Xingzhou?

Wouldn't it be nice to be your abbot in the Shaolin Temple? You must provoke such an evil god!

He lowered his head and said: "Although Yang Xingzhou is strong in martial arts, and his actions are both good and evil, looking at what he did, there is actually nothing wrong with him. There should be no conflict with Shaolin, so I did not remind the head brother."

The head of Xinhu sighed: "But now we still have a conflict with him."

Master Xinmei next to him said: "What Junior Brother Xinwu said may be exaggerated. How powerful can Yang Xingzhou be to defeat Lai Changsheng with one move? The White Jade Temple in the East China Sea has been passed down for hundreds of years. His disciples are very skilled. Can Lai Changsheng be the master?"

The master of Shangbaiyu Temple has a high level of cultivation, surpassing that of Donghai. How is it possible that he can't even withstand Yang Xingzhou's move?"

Xinwu glanced at Xinmei and said: "Amitabha."

No more words.

Xinhu hesitated for a long time, and said to several junior brothers: "Since Yang Xingzhou has challenged me, I cannot ignore the matter, but as the head of Shaolin, how can I go down the mountain easily? Besides, Xiaoyi was injured by Yang Xingzhou's servant.

This is a matter for the younger generation, and it is not appropriate for the elders to come forward. In this way, you and I will each send a few disciples to Suzhou to challenge Yang Xingzhou's servant Yang Bufan and avenge Xiaoyi's slap."

Xinmei and others looked at each other, knowing that the senior brother was timid and a little afraid to agree to Yang Xingzhou's invitation to fight, but he didn't want to lose face, so he passed the matter on to the younger generation and replaced it with others, which was considered to be a way to preserve the safety of the Shaolin Temple.

Lost face.

In fact, if I think about it carefully, there is really no other good way to deal with Yang Xingzhou. He is so arrogant. He is really capable. If according to what Xinwu said, even Lai Changsheng, the master of the White Jade Temple in the East China Sea, would have trouble catching Yang Xingzhou.

Spear, then the seven chiefs of the Shaolin Temple may not be much better than Lai Changsheng. If the head of Xinhu really agrees to a duel with Yang Xingzhou, he will definitely die when the time comes.

It doesn't matter if he dies, Shaolin's thousand-year reputation will be ruined, and because it is an aboveboard duel, his death will be in vain, and even revenge cannot be mentioned.

Now pushing this kind of thing to the younger generation is a good way to solve the problem. After all, even if the younger generation is killed or injured again, it can only be said that the younger generation is not good at martial arts, and the reputation of Shaolin Temple will not be ruined.

At present, the monks in the temple did not dare to neglect. They selected disciples from the Shaolin Temple and sent seven of their most popular disciples to rush to Suzhou to challenge Yang Bufan.

"These bald heads in Shaolin Temple say that this is a fight between juniors and there is no need for me to intervene?"

When the news reached Yang Xingzhou's ears, it was already two days later. After hearing Yang Shaorou's report, he laughed and said: "These are a bunch of old foxes! Forget it, promise them, isn't it a conflict between juniors? Then let the juniors do it.

solve!"

When Yang Shaorou took the order to reply, Yang Xingzhou called Yang Bufan in front of him: "Afan, it's time for you to make a name for yourself!"

Yang Bufan said in astonishment: "Master, I don't understand."

Yang Xingzhou smiled and said: "In a few days, some people will come to Shaolin Temple to compete with you. They want to save Qin Xiaoyi's face. Well, when you fight them, don't be merciful and don't give them face.

Fight hard! But don’t kill him, it’s best to defeat the enemy with one move!”

Yang Bufan was a little scared: "I want to fight against the disciples of Shaolin Temple?"

"Yes, are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid, I'm just worried that I'll be embarrassed if I lose the battle."

"It's okay, you are just my servant. Even if you lose, it will be at the hands of Shaolin monks. It is not a shame. But if they lose, it will be a real shame!"

"Then I'll give it a go!"

Yang Bufan no longer hesitated and knelt down on one knee to Yang Xingzhou: "As long as I don't feel ashamed of being young, I will fight with these Shaolin monks!"

Half a month later, a group of monks, accompanied by people from all walks of life, walked towards Yang Xingzhou's residence. They were led by seven monks, with yellow robes and long sleeves, and their bare heads shining brightly in the sun.

A monk walked up to the gate, folded his hands and saluted, and said: "Amitabha, I also asked several donors to report to Yang Daxia, saying that Shaolin Temple Yuanjue led several junior disciples to come to pay homage to Yang Daxia."

A middle-aged man next to him smiled and said, "Master Yuanjue, why are you so polite to these disciples?"

Yuanjue said: "It's good, it's good, my Buddha is compassionate, all living beings are equal, and my disciples are also human beings."

The middle-aged man praised: "Master is really kind-hearted, much better than Zhao!"

After a while, footsteps were heard in the courtyard, and a family member walked out and said to everyone: "My master is taking a nap, so I don't want to disturb you. Please don't make too much noise after entering the house. I'll summon you again in half an hour."

Everyone looked at each other with anger on their faces.

They are all well-known figures in the world. They accompanied the seven eminent monks of the Shaolin Temple to visit Yang Xingzhou today. Their original intention was to see the fight between the disciples of the Shaolin Temple and Yang Xingzhou's disciples, and to get to know Yang Xingzhou by the way. However, they did not expect that Yang Xingzhou had such a big arrogance.

, now everyone is angry.

"Damn it, does he think he is the emperor? And he summoned us? Why didn't he tell us to kowtow three times and nine times?"

A middle-aged man in white yelled: "What the hell! I have to be loud, can his surname Yang still kill me?"

The man in front of him frowned and said: "Sir, please pay attention to your morals. If you don't want to come in, just leave. Why should you say bad words? My master has a bad temper. If he hears you scolding him, I'm afraid he will

It’s really hard for you to survive. You’d better leave as soon as possible.”

The long-bearded middle-aged man was furious: "I won't leave, so what can I do?"

He stepped over the threshold, strode into the courtyard, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Yang Xingzhou, who is holding the sky with a stick, Zhao Zhengyi is here to visit!"

The face of the neighbor next to him darkened: "Mr. Zhao, you are too presumptuous!"

Zhao Zhengyi said: "What can I do if I act recklessly? You, a dog-like slave, dare to stop me?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the man swaying and raising his hand to grab him in front of his face. The attack was very fast, cruel and sharp, which was extremely impressive.

Zhao Zhengyi was shocked and wanted to pull back. At the same time, he shook his head and turned sideways, trying to avoid the grasp of the courtyard. However, he saw the courtyard turned into a claw and slapped Zhao Zhengyi on the shoulder with a "snap".

He grabbed his arm, pulled it up, and then flew out with a kick, hitting Zhao Zhengyi's left rib.

boom!

Zhao Zhengyi yelled, and flew up from the ground with his head facing forward, flying out of the gate and crashing into several monks at the door.

Monk Yuanjue waved his sleeves, and a soft and hard wall formed in front of him, blocking the flying Zhao Zhengyi in mid-air. He wanted to dissipate the power from Zhao Zhengyi, but suddenly his body trembled slightly, he took two steps back, and raised his hands

He grabbed Zhao Zhengyi's shoulders and turned him in a circle in the air, then slowly put him down. He looked up at the home where he made the move, with a look of shock on his face, lowered his head and saluted, "May I ask the donor's name?"
Chapter completed!