Global Reincarnation: Spending 1 billion at the beginning

Jiumozhi smiled modestly, but Luo Yun looked at this guy's expression, he was so unlucky!

"Are you talking about you?"

The great monk was stunned for a moment, obviously being impressed by Jiumozhi's operation.

"It's the poor monk." Jiumozhi chuckled.

At this time, the Shaolin monk standing on the right side of Xuanci smiled and said: "National Master, you are not from the Shaolin Temple. Among the seventy-two unique skills, the Grinding Finger Prajna Palm and the Great Vajra Fist have never been taught to outsiders. How did the National Master learn it?"

"The young monk dare not speak out arrogant words, so I ask Master Xuan Sheng for advice!"

Jiumozhi's expression darkened, then he spun around and flew to the side of the incense cauldron.

"when!"

I saw Jiumozhi sweeping his legs, and the incense cauldron was suddenly shot high into the sky.

Under the shocked eyes of everyone, Jiumozhi leaned under the incense cauldron and punched the air far away.

"when!"

The incense cauldron made a crisp sound, the incense ashes scattered in the cauldron, and the fallen incense cauldron flew high into the sky again.

"Donkey Kong Fist Technique!"

Master Xuansheng looked shocked.

"How awesome!"

Suddenly, everyone in the Shaolin Temple could not help but whisper, and they all looked at Jiumozhi with shocked expressions.

But Jiumozhi didn't stop and stamped his foot. Suddenly the stone slab cracked. Jiumozhi flew up and chased the flying incense cauldron.

Then he slapped it with a palm.

"bump!"

I saw a clear palm print left on the incense cauldron!

"Prajna Palm!"

The big-eared monk's face was full of disbelief.

It wasn't over yet, but after Jiumozhi's palm passed, he kept moving, using Qinggong to chase the flying incense cauldron.

In a moment, he came to the incense cauldron, went down from top to bottom, and punched the inside of the incense cauldron.

"boom!"

The incense ashes flew up and the incense cauldron fell. In an instant, the incense cauldron fell back to its original position, and Jiumozhi also flew down and landed on the incense cauldron.

"Three times into hell! This is the trick of the Rubber finger!"

But I saw the abbot of Shaolin Temple saying with a solemn expression.

Luo Yun looked at the pretentious Jiumozhi and felt extremely speechless.

Jiumozhi's martial arts has improved to a certain extent, but for Luo Yun, it is still not enough.

Well, with Luo Yun's current talent, there are really not many people who can catch his eye.

Luo Yun turned his eyes and looked at the group of Shaolin monks.

After a while, Luo Yun discovered Xu Zhu, whom he had met once before in Leigu Mountain.

In the original work, all the monks were frightened by Jiumozhi. Only Xu Zhu had practiced Xiaoyao sect martial arts, and it was seen that what Jiumozhi used was not Shaolin Kungfu.

But at this time.

Xu Zhu, like other monks, was dumbfounded and looked at Jiumozhi with a shocked expression. Seeing this, Luo Yun couldn't help but laugh.

If we say who has the best luck in the world of Tianlong, it must be Xu Zhu.

Duan Pu fell off a county cliff and obtained [Beiming Divine Art] and [Lingbo Weibu]. Such a great opportunity, but compared with Xu Zhu, it still pales in comparison.

Xu Zhu, a young monk with an ugly appearance and mediocre qualifications, played a few moves of chess and directly acquired the skills of Wu Yazi for more than 80 years. This is not the end.

Later, he accidentally collided with him and absorbed the internal strength of two big men, Li Qiu Shui and Wu Xingyun, making him become the top master in the martial arts world.

If it were not for the poor cultivation of his character, his internal strength would only be able to exert two-to-three percent of his power.

I am afraid that except for the sweeping monk, no one in the world can rival him.

But right now, haha, without all these opportunities, Xu Zhu is still an inconspicuous little monk in Shaolin Temple.

After taking a deep look at Xu Zhu, Luo Yun looked away.

If there was no great opportunity, Xu Zhu would probably end up in Shaolin in this life.

However, this may not be a bad thing for Xu Zhu who is devoted to Buddha.

Maybe in a few decades, another eminent monk will appear in Shaolin Temple.

Luo Yun looked around at the monks again. At this time, the entire back hill of Shaolin Temple became silent.

All the monks were completely subdued by Jiumozhi's skills.

Jiumozhi looked at the horrified or horrified expressions of all the monks in Shaolin, and couldn't help but feel proud in his heart. This was the effect he wanted.

Jiumozhi jumped down from the incense cauldron and looked at Xuanci and the others. Jiumozhi said with a smile, "The young monk is not practicing well. Please give me some advice from the master."

His threatening tone made the monks very angry.

"The Imperial Master is too modest!"

Master Xuansheng looked calm and said with his hands clasped together.

Jiumozhi, however, did not speak. He squinted his eyes and stared coldly at Abbot Xuanci, waiting for him to speak.

"Amitabha"

Xuanci sighed, recited a Buddha's name loudly, and then said: "There are people in heaven and above. I have studied hard for decades, but compared with the martial arts of the national master, it is really not worth mentioning!"

When Jiumozhi heard this, he was secretly happy. Isn't your Shaolin Temple awesome? The world's martial arts came from Shaolin. At this time, you still have to submit in front of the poor monk. Thinking of this, Jiumozhi suddenly felt a strong sense of accomplishment in his heart.

He raised one palm, looked sideways towards the sky, and pretended to say: "That's good, that's good. Why should the abbot and the Heavenly Master be so humble!"

The next moment, I heard Xuanci say: "It's just that we are not good at practicing martial arts. Shaolin martial arts is extensive and profound. We still have to practice it, Amitabha!"

"Amitabha!"

When the monks heard the words, they couldn't help but clasp their hands together, bow their heads and chant the name of the Buddha.

Jiu Mozhi did not expect that his trip would go so smoothly. None of the stupid monks in the Shaolin Temple could see his real identity, but this was just right and it would save him a lot of trouble.

"Abbot Xuanci, the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin are nothing more than that. So, should this unique skill need to be changed?"

Jiumozhi said,

The big-eared monk on that side was angry and couldn't help but said, "Master, please stop being so aggressive!"

Jiumozhi said nonchalantly: "Haha, in fact, according to the young monk's opinion, the Shaolin Temple might as well be disbanded from today, and all the eminent monks go their separate ways. Isn't it much better than hanging around in this shameless Shaolin Temple!

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When the monks heard this, they were furious and couldn't help but said angrily: "Where did you come from, a monster monk? You are talking nonsense here. Shaolin Temple is the authentic martial arts school, how can I allow you to slander me!"

Master Xuansheng was also slightly angry in his heart, and couldn't help but said: "Does the master want to destroy our Shaolin with one person?"

"Don't dare, I just want to see how majestic and majestic the Taishan Dragon Head in the Central Plains martial arts world is today. In my opinion, the Shaolin Temple is not as good as the Tianlong Temple in Dali!"

The big-eared monk couldn't help but step forward when he heard the words, and said: "Monks have no ambition to win. The national master said that Shaolin Temple is not as good as Tianlong Temple, and Tianlong Temple is not as good as Shaolin Temple. As the saying goes, there is no difference between north and south in Buddhism.

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After saying this, the monk dropped one of his hands, gently rotated his wrist, and made a flower-like gesture with his fingers, saying, "Huh!"

Suddenly a breeze rose from the ground, and a leaf was caught in the monk's hand.

Jiumozhi's expression changed, and then he said with a smile: "Master Xuanji's flower-twisting fingers have been practiced to perfection for a long time. I am lucky enough to see him today. It is a blessing for this young monk."

As soon as the words came to his mind, Jiumozhi also used one palm to photograph the Buddha, and with the other palm, like Master Xuanji, he rotated his wrist and held a flower with his fingers, picking up a leaf.