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Hui Xin paused for a moment and frowned, thinking that Fu Yuan's temperament had changed drastically since the girl left ten years ago. He no longer had the appearance of an esteemed monk, but his martial arts attainments were still growing. Now that he said such words, Hui Xin naturally believed it deeply. Daoist Three Paths and the others did not come with good intentions, so he did not know how to overcome this crisis at the Shaolin Temple.

He untied his cassock, looked benevolent and solemn, and his eyes shone as he said seriously, "This old monk knows that my ability with the Great Vajra Palm is inferior to Junior Hui Ru, but the Shaolin Temple is in danger, this old monk is the abbot of Shaolin, how could I just watch as the Shaolin Temple shamed and ignored him? Martial Uncle Fu Yuan is a disciple of my Buddhist Sect, but he fell into a demonic situation and has sinned too much in his life. In these past ten years, Martial Uncle had not seen anyone and regretted his actions alone in the cave. He had already brought disaster upon himself and severed the ties of heaven and earth. Regardless of whether Shaolin lives or dies today, Martial Uncle must not attack again! "

Hui Xin looked at him carefully, but his words were filled with authority. He had always respected his teacher, and was extremely respectful to Fu Yuan. Thus, locking him in the cave of the Ksitigarbha King was also a helpless action. At this moment, a great catastrophe had befallen the Shaolin Temple. Even if Shaolin Temple was destroyed in the process, it was still unwilling to hear that Fu Yuan was considered a great evildoer. Thus, it only spoke those words that sounded like an order. As he finished speaking, he faced Daoist Three Paths, standing on two feet as steady as Mt. Tai, his firm back facing the golden buddha in the great hall.

Before Fu Yuan fell into the demonic path, he was originally a high monk in Shaolin and had high comprehension of Buddhist arts. Shaolin Temple more than a hundred years old, strict discipline, more than a hundred years of talented people, the abbot is even more highly respected, the world hard to find two. Although Fu Yuan did not like speaking to Hui Xin Fang Zhao and the others, he did not dare to disobey after hearing these words. He could only mutter a few words in a low voice. It was unknown whether he agreed or not.

When the people in the great hall saw Fu Yuanming arrive, they went crazy. They did not pay any attention to him, and they also saw how strong his martial arts were, and how no one could match him. His heart was like fifteen buckets filled with water. He was anxious and anxious, afraid that Fu Yuan would go crazy and bring disaster upon himself. At this moment, seeing that even Fu Yuan didn't dare to say anything because of the words of Hui Xin Fang Xun, he could at least suppress the monk a little bit. There were even some people that whispered amongst themselves, secretly praising Hui Xin.

The voices were not yet silent, when a cold snort was heard from a person in the corner of the great hall, it was extremely disdainful. Liu'er, Fu Yuan, Hui Xin, and the others were all focused on Daoist Three Paths, so they didn't pay much attention.

Some of them were curious as to who was so bold as to be disrespectful to the abbot in the monks' territory. They looked at him coldly. There were three people standing at the corner of the wall. They were all wearing gray hooded robes, and their hats were pressed down low over their heads, so their faces couldn't be seen clearly. From their height and appearance, it could be seen that two of the three were shorter and one was taller. That person coldly snorted, and ignored them, assuming that the three of them were jealous of their talent.

Daoist Three Paths laughed loudly and said, "Young Master Lin, your bearing is extraordinary. This Penniless Priest is extremely envious of you." Speaking of which, this poor Daoist came to Shaolin purely because of his respect for his name. How could he have any ill intentions? I wonder why these esteemed monks want to fight this poor Daoist to the death and why they are willing to give up? " Hui Jin said: "Awesome! Buddha is merciful, how can he have the heart to fight? Furthermore, he had no intention of killing others. It's just that Dao Friend San Tong has always separated himself from the martial arts heroes and his relationship with Shaolin, so we won't be so glib as to think of a way to drive Dao Friend out of Shaolin. "

Daoist Three Paths smiled and said, "In that case, do we really have to fight?" Hui Jin said: "It's naturally for the best if we don't fight. But if I have to fight, this old monk will not show mercy. " Daoist Three Paths asked, "How can I not fight?" Hui Xinfang said: "That is simple. Daoist Priest immediately led his several benefactors and left the Shaolin Temple. They were never allowed to enter the Central Plains for eternity, so they are not to be beaten. "

Daoist Three Paths let out a long and loud laugh upon hearing this, shaking the room till the dust began to fall. He laughed for a while before saying coldly, "If Reverend Fang were to say that I'm leaving with just a few words, I'm afraid that there won't be any place for me anymore. I might as well have a good fight!" "Yes sir!" "Yes sir!" As the words left his mouth, he suddenly felt a strong wind blowing against his face. Daoist Three Paths had already arrived in front of him and was clapping his hands from top to bottom. His left arm swung out, meeting the palm. At the same time, his feet lightly touched the ground, and his body gently flew backwards, avoiding Daoist Three Paths' attack.

The wind from their palms was everywhere, and the air was steaming. Although this move seemed ordinary, it was actually very profound and profound. For Shaolin to be able to stand at the peak of Martial Arts for a hundred years, it was not only because of its seventy-two unique skills. In such a large Scripture Pavilion, buddhist scriptures and sutras were the most precious treasures. Buddhist monks and the word "silly" was particularly important, "silly" read too much for excessive indulgence, will fall into an endless devil. The Seventy-Two Paths of the Path was supreme and not bad. However, if one was obsessed with martial arts, then that was the same as being a martial arts fanatic, which had no relationship with Buddhism. Those who cultivated with Dharma were able to make up for it even if they lacked inner strength.

Wisdom like this was the head of the Damascus Courtyard. He studied martial arts all day long. His attainments in martial arts were perhaps even deeper than Hui Xin's, but his comprehension in Buddhism was still inferior to Hui Xin's. When the two of them used the same martial arts, there was a slight difference. Hui Xin Fang was less vicious and more stable than Hui Ran.

The people in the hall saw the two of them attack and knew that their skills were extremely good. They could not help but inwardly exclaim in admiration. Even Monk Fu Yuan secretly took a deep breath as if he was very concerned about this.

Daoist Three Clans' palm did not hit the ground. The sharp wind from his palm struck down from above, causing the stone tiles in the great hall to shatter as they let out a gurgling sound. Hui Xin withdrew his left palm, took a step forward, and thrust his sword towards the Daoist Three Clans' right shoulder. The palm of his hand was still a foot away from Daoist Three Paths. He felt as if he had encountered an invisible barrier as he thought to himself, "When this person fights with this old monk, he is still able to use true energy to protect himself. He is truly extraordinary." Even though the True Qi of Daoist Three Paths protected his entire body, he was different from the others. Therefore, he didn't dare to be careless. Seeing that Li Yao's palm had struck Li Yao, Li Yao slightly leaned his body to the side and jabbed two fingers of his right hand towards Hui Xin's elbow, the "Little Sea Acupoint".

Martial artists usually fought with their own abilities. It was either their fists, palms, or even finger pinching techniques. Fist, palm, and finger techniques had their own set of techniques, but they were all different. Even if one changed their moves during a fight, it was rare for one to change their palm or finger techniques. Daoist Three Directions was known as the "Thousand Faces Butcher", and was referring to the fact that his entire body seemed to have a thousand different types of kung fu. This poke was only an ordinary poke, but when Hui Xin Fang fought with him for a palm strike, all he was thinking about was how to break it up. How could he have expected that the palm would transform into a finger so suddenly, so quickly, and with such precise strength, that it was already at an unimaginable level, causing him to be unable to dodge.

Fortunately, Hui Xin had good intentions. He only wanted to push back Daoist Three Clones with his palm, but he did not have any intention of harming him. That was why he held back with his palm and did not straighten his arm. With just a thought, there was an opportunity to alleviate the pain. Hui Xin turned his left palm slightly and quickly lifted it up. With a popping sound, Daoist Three Paths' fingers slid across Hui Xin's arm, slicing open the sleeves of his robe.