Yang Xingzhou walked forward with his hands behind his back. He had a tassel tied to the hilt of the Qiankun sword. He was now dressed in Confucian clothes and walking on the street. He looked like a scholar from a rich family, and he had a tall figure.

Yuli's posture is free and unrestrained, and his whole person is like a green lotus emerging from the water. He blends neatly among the crowd. No matter who sees him, they will feel bright.

He wandered around several streets and bought a lot of things from various pharmacies and grocery stores. Although these things were commonplace, they were the materials he used to make the disguise mask.

For Yang Xingzhou, only if the disguise technique can be made cheap, then it can be called a success. If in order to disguise himself, he has to buy a lot of rare items to make a red leather mask, then for him, it is considered a failure.

Just like the medical concept he has always adhered to, it is also to treat diseases. The cheaper and simpler the drugs used, the more real medical skills. Some doctors prescribe medicines to patients, and they give them big and small packages to decoct and swallow.

There are dozens of powerful medicines, all based on their potency. At first glance, they look like quacks, and their medical skills are definitely not that high.

In the Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases written by the medical sage Zhang Zhongjing, the prescriptions for treating diseases are basically within the ten flavors, with very few exceeding the ten flavors, and rare medicinal materials are rare.

It can be seen that Zhongjing carefully considers and considers when choosing medicines, and the use of each medicine has its own significance and effect.

Yang Xingzhou is also pursuing this kind of state. Whether it is medicine or prescriptions for disguise, what he pursues is this kind of "cheapness" and "simplification." The more common things he uses, the more his skills will be displayed.

So after wandering around a few streets for a while, I already had a few bags in hand and strolled around the streets to enjoy the surrounding scenery.

There are many ancient temples and scenic spots in Jinling City. Yang Xingzhou walked and looked at them, slowly deviating from the center of the city and arriving in front of a large temple on the outskirts of the city.

Looking up at the plaque at the temple door, it turns out that this temple is called Xuanmu Temple. At this time, this large temple is hidden among the bamboo trees, half hidden and half exposed, giving it a unique scenery.

Yang Xingzhou stepped forward and came to the Xuanmu Temple. He saw a wide courtyard with ancient trees reaching into the sky. The trees shaded half of the courtyard. The sunlight filtered through the gaps between the branches and leaves and sparsely sprinkled on the ground.

Yang Xingzhou flicked his right hand, and the large and small bags in his hand flew high into the sky and hung on several branches. He put his hands behind his hands and looked at the statue of Empress Xuanmu in the empty hall in front of him, and said calmly: "Come out.

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Half an hour ago, he had already sensed that someone was spying on him secretly, and this feeling was getting stronger and stronger. More and more people were following him, and he knew that these people should come because of his identity as Xue Mingyu.

He didn't want to fight these people in public, so he came to the Xuanmu Temple on the outskirts of the city, mainly because he wanted to see who these people were, and at the same time, he also wanted to explain to them that he was pretending to be Xue Mingyu.

A sound broke through the air.

A Buddha's name came down from the high ridge of the roof, and someone chanted: "The Buddha taught all the Dharma to save all the minds. If there is no all the mind, why use all the Dharmas?"

Yang Xingzhou shook his head and smiled: "Interesting! He turns out to be a monk!"

Looking up, I saw a tall figure with his back to Yang Xingzhou, standing on the back of the Zhuoli Temple. He looked indescribably elegant and elegant. Although he could see his bald head and gray monk robes, he could not tell his true face.

Judging from the white beard falling from his temples, you can tell that this man is very old.

Yang Xingzhou has seen many masters in his life, including those who have fought against Pang Ban and Lang Fanyun. He has defeated the three great masters from outside the region. He is also considered to be close friends with Li Ruohai, Qian Luo, Feng Han and others. Now his vision One can imagine how high it is.

But after the old monk appeared on the roof, he still narrowed his eyes slightly and felt a bit surprised in his heart.

This old monk's cultivation level is much higher than that of Qian Luo. Just standing there, he reveals an unworldly demeanor of a master. He is full of spirit and strength, and is not much worse than Li Ruohai.

Although the opponent was more than ten feet away from him, his aura was vaguely covering him. If he wanted to escape, the opponent would be pulled by his aura and would arrive first and intercept him on the spot.

This feeling was mysterious and mysterious, but Yang Xingzhou knew that the old monk did have some cultivation. If he were Xue Mingyu, he really would not be able to escape from his Qi induction.

Among the monks in the world who can achieve such a level of cultivation, apart from Ying Yuan and Hong Sun Dharma King, they can only be Master Jing Nian Zen of Jing Nian Zen Sect and Wu Xiang Monk of Shaolin Temple. And think of it, the eight major alliances in Beijing are about to be held. The identity of this old monk is already revealed.

"It turns out to be Wuxiang Monk!"

Yang Xingzhou smiled and said: "Master, are you here to arrest Xue Mingyu? The real Xue Mingyu is dead. I have told Yan Yanru that Xue Mingyu has been killed by me. A certain Yang Xingzhou, this mask now comes from Xue Mingyu I just wore them for fun."

The gentle and pleasant voice of the monk Wuxiang recited again: "The body is the dharma body, the appearance is prajna, and the use is liberation. If you stop and observe, you will become calm and wisdom. The calm and wisdom will make the mind clear, and the virtue will be perfect."

This person seemed not to have listened at all to what Yang Xingzhou said.

A long roar full of vitality came from the distance, and it couldn't help but get closer.

Yang Xingzhou was a little helpless: "Great monk, do you think I should praise you or hurt you? The fact that you can challenge Pang Ban shows your courage, but it is difficult to tell whether Xue Mingyu is real or fake, which shows that you are extremely advanced in meditation practice. Big loophole. If Pang Ban and Lang Fanyun were standing here, I'm afraid they would already know my identity."

Shaolin monk Wuxiang has extremely high cultivation, and together with the immortal immortals of Changbai sect, he is the most prestigious master in the alliance of the eight sects of Baidao, second only to Pang Ban and Lang Fanyun.

Fortunately, the Immortal Immortal has not done anything earth-shattering despite his famous name. However, Shaolin Wuxiang Monk has challenged Pang Ban twice, and although both times ended in failure, in the past twenty years, he has , the only top master who could survive under Pang Ban was the one who even Pang Ban admired so much that he couldn't bear to kill him.

Wuxiang Monk has reached the state of Mahayana regardless of his Zen mind and internal strength, and his achievements have surpassed Master Juejie, the Shaolin holy monk who was killed by Pang Ban, and Master Juejie was the teacher of Wuxiang Monk and Busha.

Compared to Wu Xiang Seng's arrogance in challenging Pang Ban, Immortal Immortal seems to be too precious about his life, so in terms of momentum, he is far inferior to Wu Xiang Seng.

After listening to Yang Xingzhou's words, Wuxiang Monk stood on the ridge of the roof, motionless as a mountain, and said leisurely: "This heart is really true, but delusions begin to cover it up, turning ignorance upside down, and falling into life and death forever. Like a blind man walking alone in the dark night, he will never see again." How long will Mr. Xue continue to be so stubborn?"

Yang Xingzhou was a little unhappy: "What the hell are you trying to do? If you make me angry, I will go to the Shaolin Temple to set a fire in a few days and burn you bald donkeys to death!"

Monk Wuxiang slowly turned around and looked at Yang Xingzhou condescendingly: "Good, good, Almsgiver Xue has been poisoned by ignorance. Of course he cannot understand what greed, anger, ignorance is, and he does not understand the great principle of our Buddha's compassion!"

Yang Xingzhou finally saw clearly what the old monk looked like.

This old monk's face is full of strange charm, displaying a breathtaking divine light. His face is as smooth as a baby's, but his pair of brilliant and restrained eyes hide unfathomable intelligence and a mind that can see through temperament.

He is leisurely and composed, but has an irresistible momentum and demeanor, embodying the indescribable style of everyone.

His tone is calm, but anyone will feel obedient to him.

In terms of temperament alone, this Wuxiang monk is no less inferior to Li Ruohai.

The wind sounded from the left, right and rear at the same time.

Yang Xingzhou smiled, knowing that his innocent "Xue Mingyu" was trapped in a jade-hunting corps formed by an alliance of eight factions.

Twenty or thirty figures appeared on the rooftops near and far, forming a surrounding network that made it difficult for him to fly.

Monk Wuxiang saw that Yang Xingzhou was not nervous at all, his eyes showed surprise, and he declared: "Amitabha, Almsgiver Xue has such strong concentration, no wonder he has been able to live freely in the world for decades without being caught."

Yang Xingzhou said: "Ding Li? Ding Ding Ding, Ding Ding, your mother!"

His body suddenly floated up and he came to the front of Wuxiang Monk. He laughed and clapped his right palm downwards: "Wuxiang, give me a slap!"

This palm of his was the first move of Buzhou Shan Palm, the sky fell to the northwest!

The power of the palm is so powerful and the momentum is astonishing, it is unprecedented.

All the air within a radius of one foot seemed to be evacuated by his palm, and even the sky within a radius of one foot seemed to be condensed within this palm, and the dome was like a canopy, hitting Wuxiang Monk's head.

Wuxiang Monk's calm expression turned into a look of horror. He raised his palms to face Yang Xingzhou's right palm. He pushed the palm halfway and suddenly turned into dozens of palms. In an instant, it was like the Thousand-Handed Guanyin. Shadows flew around and hit Yang Xingzhou all over his body.

But as soon as these dozens of palms were struck, and as soon as the palms of the two parties touched each other, Wuxiang Monk knew something was wrong. The opponent's palms were as powerful as the sky collapsing, and no human power could resist it. Although his own palm skills were wonderful, he had many moves. His strength was dissipated, and his speed seemed to be a little behind the other party. If he hadn't hit Xue Mingyu, his head would have been smashed by his palm.

In the blink of an eye, Wuxiang Monk was still frightened, but dozens of palms suddenly turned into two palms. With both palms working together, he actually caught Yang Xingying's proud palm move.

boom!

With a loud noise, the roof ridge under Wuxiang Monk's feet suddenly exploded. All the roofs within a one-foot radius exploded into a ball of powder. Wuxiang Monk's body hit the ground like a meteor and hit the main hall of the temple. After landing, he let out a long Buddha chant: "Amitabha, cough, cough, cough, donor Xue has such strong palm power."

Yang Xingzhou's body was also shaken. He flipped back in mid-air and turned three somersaults in succession. Only then did he remove the power of Wuxiang Monk's palm. His body turned in the air and rose instead of falling. He said with a long smile: "Good guy, Wuxiang Monk really deserves his reputation!"

This is the third master he has met who can directly receive his palm, Shaolin Wuxiang Monk, it is really amazing.

While laughing, I glanced around and saw that there were all kinds of people, including men, women, young adults, monks, Taoists, and nuns on the roofs around me. Their cultivation levels were all good, and I was shocked.

Although his cultivation level is high and his skills are strong, he thinks that if he fights against these people, it will be difficult to resist him, especially since most of these people are white masters. If he really kills them, there won't be much problem. , the difficulty lies in the fact that he is not able to kill people at will, and if he is cowardly, many methods are restricted, and these people have the intention of killing the prostitutes, and they will definitely not hold back.

In this way, be as passive as you want,

Now even if he reveals his true identity, it will not help. As long as people accuse him of pretending to be Xue Mingyu to pick flowers, this crime can make him jump into the Yangtze River without being able to clear his name.

For the current plan, the only option is to escape, but I am really unwilling to run away in such a dejected manner.

Suddenly a woman screamed: "It's really him. I can recognize him even after turning into ashes."

When Yang Xingzhou was about to sink in the air, he made another turning point. He turned around and looked at the roof of another house outside the temple wall on the left. He saw five or six women standing on the roof, all with beautiful figures and beautiful faces.

Among them, Yan Yanru, whom he had just met in the morning, was also standing among these women, with an unexplainable look in his eyes.

The bystanders were shocked when they saw that Yang Xingzhou actually knocked Wuxiang Monk off the roof with one palm, and that his body continued to twist and turn in the air without any support and did not fall.

A sweet and vigorous voice said: "Brother Xue, who is from a scholarly family, Xiang Cangsong, is now unable to fly. Should he just surrender and capture him, or should he take action and see for himself?"

Yang Xingzhou made another turn in the air. Looking behind him where the sound originated, he saw that Wudang Clan's Tiyun Zong had been used to its extreme at this time. He breathed in the air and turned continuously without falling. I'm afraid it was Zhang Sanfeng from the World of Divine Condor who saw it.

After that, I had to feel inferior.

Xiang Cangsong, the head of the scholarly family, stood tall at the back of the house. He was dressed in rich clothes blowing in the wind, freehand and elegant, and had a five-willow long beard. One glance showed that he was a virtuous man.

At this time, his eyes flashed and his face became unusually solemn. Just looking at Yang Xingzhou's palm strength and Qinggong, everyone present felt awe-inspiring.

Xue Mingyu has been picking flowers for many years and has never been caught by anyone. Although everyone knows that this person must have good cultivation, but now they see his ability, they are still a little unbelievable.
Chapter completed!