Save the Bachelor of Heaven

"Benefactor Yang is a high-ranking disciple of the Quanzhen School, and the Quanzhen School is the orthodox school of Taoism. There are merits in internal strength, swordsmanship, and palm technique, and the momentum far surpasses my Shaolin Temple." , is enough to be called the top of the world, so why learn other martial arts?"

"The stones of other mountains can be used to attack jade. Besides, I have a unique skill, which can incorporate the martial arts learned into it. The more you know, the wider your knowledge, the greater the power." Xiang Nan explained, "And Shaolin Temple is known as the martial arts forest. Taishan Beidou, there are as many as seventy-two volumes of unique learning alone, especially the "Yi Jin Jing" is a peerless magic. If you want to practice this unique learning, you can only ask the abbot to open the door."

"Benefactor Yang is not afraid that the news will make the world ridicule?" Seeing that Xiang Nan insisted on asking for it, Zhenji couldn't persuade him with good words, so he could only threaten him.

People in Jianghu pay more attention to reputation, especially the famous knights, they regard fame as their life. The head can be broken, the blood can be shed, but the reputation cannot be destroyed.

Xiang Nan is also a well-known figure now, if the news of forcibly breaking into Shaolin and asking for other sects' secret books spreads, his reputation in the world will be rotten.

"The Zen master is a middle-aged man, but he still can't break the rein of fame?" Xiang Nan said with a smile, "Fame is like floating clouds to me, I don't care about these things, the Zen master still saves his words, and happily uses the seventy-two unique skills, Yijin Just leave it to me. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude.”

"You..." Seeing that Xiang Nan didn't even care about his reputation, Zhenji couldn't help being dumbfounded, he didn't expect Xiang Nan to act like this, it was beyond his expectation.

"The Sutra of Changing Tendons and the seventy-two unique skills are my Shaolin treasures, which are the painstaking efforts of the masters and ancestors of the past generations. As the abbot of Shaolin, Zhenji should do his best to protect my treasure temple. Even if he dies, he will not regret it." Zhenji said again, "Benefactor Yang, just do it, the old monk is about to abandon this stinky skin and go to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss."

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Seeing that he refused to accept his softness, Xiang Nan couldn't help but flatten his mouth, "If the abbot refuses to speak, I will only offend you."

As he said that, he resorted to the unique skill of the Xingxiu School - the marrow-drawing palm. This palm technique is quite insidious, it is like sucking out the bones and marrow when applied to people, hence the name.

In fact, this palm technique originally needed to be practiced together with poison. But Xiang Nan would not be like the disciples of the Xingxiu School, who would stay with poisonous snakes, centipedes, scorpions and other poisonous things all day long, so he could not master this poisonous skill in the first place.

But Xiang Nan's internal strength is based on the small non-phase skill, and the nine yang magic skills and the nine yin scriptures are all cultivated. After practicing "The Great Shift of the Universe", the yin and yang, hardness and softness can be changed at will.

Therefore, he can generate hot poison and negative poison freely, just like the "Xuanming God's Palm" used by the two elders of Xuanming, which is a cold poison formed by Yin and cold internal force, which is so poisonous that it is comparable to all poisons in the world.

In this way, Xiang Nan can produce cold poison and heat poison without needing to rely on external poisons to practice poison kung fu. Therefore, he finally managed to practice the marrow palm.

Xiang Nan immediately slapped Zhenji with this palm.

Zhenji immediately felt the cold poison entering his body, which made him shudder. Afterwards, I felt excruciating pain in my limbs, as if the bones were being sucked out, the pain was unbearable.

"If the abbot agrees, just nod, and I will relieve your pain." Xiang Nan said.

Zhenji gritted his steel teeth and didn't spit out, which made Xiang Nan admire his toughness.

...

Xiang Nan used his marrow-drawing palm, torturing Zhenji for a while.

Although Zhenji's face was pale and he was sweating profusely, he still gritted his teeth and did not let go.

Seeing this, Xiang Nan had no choice but to give up first, then unlocked his acupoints, and said in admiration, "The abbot is really a tough bone."

"Putting the marrow palm?! Unexpectedly, Tangtang Wujue also practiced this kind of evil martial arts." Zhenji looked at Xiang Nan with contempt.

"How do you know the name of this palm technique?!" Xiang Nan was taken aback, and suddenly remembered, "Oh, I understand. Back then, after Ding Chunqiu was subdued by Xu Zhuzi, he was locked up in Shaolin Temple under strict supervision. You guys It must have forced him to write out all his life's work, no wonder you will know."

There is a rule in Shaolin Temple, disciples are knights, after returning to the temple to see the abbot and the master, first go to the Discipline Academy to report whether there is any wrongdoing, and then go to the Prajna Hall to report the experience and knowledge. As long as there is a move or style in other schools of martial arts that is suitable, the monks of Banruotang will write it down.

Xiang Nan has been a Shaolin disciple in "Tai Chi Zhang Sanfeng", so he naturally knows this rule. Shaolin Temple even has to record the martial arts outside. As a master of a generation, Ding Chunqiu was imprisoned in Shaolin Temple, no wonder they would let him go.

When Zhenji heard this, he was very surprised.

Ding Chunqiu and Xu Zhuzi are old friends from more than a hundred years ago. Except for a few people in Shaolin Temple, such as the abbot and the elders, no one knew about them. Unexpectedly, Xiang Nan knew about them.

"Abbot, if you don't cooperate anymore, I will have to resort to ruthlessness." Xiang Nan said again.

"Benefactor Yang, you don't have to be polite, just do what you want. Even if the old monk dies, he will never harm the interests of Shaolin, and cause the painstaking efforts of the masters of the past generations to be lost." Zhenji said again.

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When Xiang Nan saw this, he was not polite, and he used his claws again.

This is the ultimate skill of the Heavenly Remnant Sect. Because of their different teachings, the Tiancan sect believes that incompleteness is the most reasonable thing, and that killing people and setting fires is a meritorious deed. The teachings are so evil that the martial arts are also abnormal.

Once the Heavenly Remnant Claw is cast, the recipient will definitely feel unbearable pain and itching, wishing to die immediately in order to be freed.

Back then, Shangguan Yundun, as the number one killer of evil ways, liked to use this technique to ravage his opponents. Only when the opponents were tortured so badly that life was worse than death were they willing to let them die.

Now that Xiang Nan used the Heaven's Claw on Zhenji's body, Zhenji immediately felt an unbearable pain, even worse than the marrow-pulling palm just now. In fact, for him, the pain was bearable, but the itching was really uncomfortable.

Now he felt that he was itching in the cracks of the bones, making him want to scratch the skin, peel off the flesh and blood, and dig through the bones to relieve the itching. It's a pity that his acupuncture points have been tapped, no matter how itchy it is, he can't scratch it, and this makes his pain even worse.

Just when Zhenji was itching unbearably and wanted to bite his tongue to kill himself, Xiang Nan also took advantage of his weak will to use the method of soul-shifting.

Zhen Ji was tortured so much that he almost wanted to die, and his will was greatly weakened compared to before. So Xiang Nan seized the opportunity and successfully cast the spell in one fell swoop, hypnotizing Abbot Zhenji.

"Now tell me, where are the seventy-two unique skills?" Xiang Nan asked immediately.

"It's hidden in the secret tunnel under Bodhidharma's courtyard." Zhenji replied blankly.

"How to open the tunnel?" Xiang Nan asked again.

"Kowtow to Patriarch Bodhidharma sincerely three times, and the secret way will reveal itself." Zhenji said again.

"Is anyone watching?" Xiang Nan asked again.

"No one is watching. However, the skilled craftsmen of this temple have made dozens of traps. Once they step on the trap, they will be smashed down by the Zen stick. Waiting for the idle masters, they are not opponents." Zhenji said again.

Xiang Nan nodded, and then let Zhenji go, and then took Jiuxiang Mihun Powder for him, and after he passed out, he left the meditation room and went to the Bodhidharma courtyard.