The sword came out of Huashan, and swept the world from the world of swordsman

"Yue Buqun, you are so cruel!" Fang Zheng collapsed on the ground and roared.

After being stabbed, his life force was extinguished and he had no chance of survival.

Gui Hai Yidao was still mad. In just a few dozen breaths, hundreds of Shaolin disciples were killed.

After this disaster, even if Shaolin was not destroyed, it would not be able to recover within a hundred years.

"Yidao, stop it."

At this time, a sad cry came from a distance.

I saw a nun running up the steps in front of the Shaolin Mountain Gate in panic.

Hearing this, Gui Hai Yidao, who had lost his mind, was shocked, the blood red in his eyes faded a lot, and he regained consciousness a little.

Turning around and staring at the person who came, frowning, after a while, he said hoarsely: "Mother?"

This nun was Gui Hai Yidao's mother, Lu Huanong.

Her face was full of tears, and she said sadly: "Yidao, I was the one who killed your father. You should come to me if you want revenge."

"No, no, you are my mother, how could you be the murderer of my father?" Gui Hai Yidao shook his head and staggered back, but he tripped over a piece of broken brick and rolled directly to the ground.

He looked like a drunkard at this moment, and he couldn't even stand steadily. How could he still have the majesty of killing people just now?

Lu Huanong walked in front of him and explained what happened that year: "Back then, your father went astray in order to practice the three swords of the Avici Path..."

Gui Hai Bailian lost his mind and could not control himself in order to practice the three swords of the Avici Path, and he would kill people at any time.

In order to stop him, Lekong, Jian Jingfeng, and Qilinzi invited Gui Hai Bailian to the Bixie Villa to help him get rid of his inner demons.

But Gui Hai Bailian's demon heart was deeply planted, and he had become unreasonable. He almost killed Lekong and the other two with his sword.

At the critical moment, Lu Huanong appeared behind Gui Hai Bai Lian and stabbed him to death with a dagger.

"Yidao, this is how your father died. If you want to avenge your father, just kill me!

I just hope that after you avenge, you can find a way to forget the three swords of Avici Dao and get rid of the inner demon.

Don't be controlled by the inner demon and kill people."

After Lu Huanong finished speaking, he put his hands together, closed his eyes and silently recited Buddhist scriptures, looking like he was ready to be killed.

"How, how could this be, ah!"

Gui Hai Yidao completely collapsed, roared and rushed out of Shaolin.

"Yidao!" Lu Huanong called anxiously, but there was no trace of him.

At this time, Fang Zheng was also on his deathbed. He sat cross-legged on the ground, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, and spoke weakly:

"Master Yue..., Shaolin has come to this end, you... should be satisfied, please spare the lives of ordinary disciples."

The Shaolin high-level officials were almost all dead. Although Lu Zhu was still alive, his shoulder was cut off by Gui Hai, and his martial arts were basically useless.

As for those ordinary disciples, their strength was low and they could not form a force.

"As long as they don't come to interfere with my reading of scriptures and secret books, I'm too lazy to kill them."

Fang Zheng was relieved: "After I die, Shaolin will be managed by Lu Zhu, and the mountain gate will be closed for a hundred years, and no one will care about the secular world."

No matter whether Shaolin can recover in the future, as long as there are disciples alive, the incense can continue and will not be completely cut off.

"Yes!" Several disciples who stayed in the scene responded in a low voice, silently shedding tears.

"Amitabha!"

Finally, he chanted a Buddhist name and closed his eyes completely.

Yue Zhuoqun ignored the wailing of the disciples in the field and walked towards the Sutra Library.

The Sutra Library is a two-story attic in an independent temple courtyard.

The courtyard was very quiet. When Yue Zhuoqun walked in, he looked around to see if there was an old monk sweeping the floor.

Unfortunately, there was none.

Come to think of it, it is impossible for every era to have hidden sweeping monks.

Entering the Sutra Library, the first floor is some ordinary scriptures and common martial arts.

Martial arts are not all Shaolin Kung Fu, and martial arts from many sects can be found.

However, most of them are common goods, which he does not like, and he goes directly to the second floor.

There are fewer books on the second floor. In addition to important Buddhist classics, there are martial arts skills.

Yue Zhuoqun picked up a book at random, which is the Great Compassion Palm among the 72 unique skills.

Opening the secret book, there are pictures of monks performing palm techniques, with lines of internal force flowing on the monks' bodies, and a few obscure Buddhist secret words next to them.

After watching for a while, he suddenly slapped out with his palm according to the internal force flow route above.

Boom!

The window on the second floor of the Sutra Library was shaken open, and the wind whistled with great power.

Yue Zhuoqun frowned. He could perform this unique skill according to the pattern, but the palm force he slapped out was extremely violent, which was obviously inconsistent with the artistic conception of great compassion.

"It seems that the key is the Buddhist secret words next to it."

Martial arts in the world are not just dry movements and moves, but also have matching ways to stimulate internal force.

This pattern is just the internal force to stimulate the internal force.The route of the flow when moving, but when urging the internal force, whether it is fast or slow, whether it needs to be stored or to be released in frequency, there are deep routines.

And these skills and routines are all packaged in Buddhist secret language, and people who are not proficient in Buddhism can't understand the meaning at all.

Yue Zhuoqun absorbed the memory of Lao Yue, and he understood the Taoist secret language knowledge, but he was not proficient in Buddhism.

The palm just now was violently urged to slap out the internal force. Without the correct technique, it was naturally full of hostility.

If you often perform the Great Compassion Palm like this, the meridians will definitely cause hidden dangers and damage.

"Buddhist martial arts are really a big pit!"

If you want to master a unique skill, you need to find explanations from Buddhist scriptures and fully understand the secret language.

By then, martial arts will be practiced and Buddhism will be learned.

Not a Buddhist disciple, you have become a Buddhist!

In fact, Buddhism is also an interpretation of the rules of heaven. The core of the truth of heaven and earth is the same as that of Taoism and Confucianism. It's just that the shell that wraps the core truth is mixed with too much private goods, which is too bewitching.

Only by breaking the shell can the essence be obtained.

But there are too few people who can do this. It is not an exaggeration to call such people "saints".

"Buddhist martial arts cannot be easily practiced by Huashan disciples.

But I can try to practice it myself, after all, I can learn by analogy!"

Yue Zhuoqun is not worried that he will be bewitched by Buddhism.

People who have experienced the future information explosion, what school of thought has not been understood?

His knowledge is too complicated, and he has formed a set of future thinking patterns. The bewitching words in the Buddhist scriptures can't shake his mind at all.

Thinking of this, he simply didn't waste time watching it here, and directly put it into the system space, leaving no copy.

Not killing all the Shaolin disciples and letting them keep the incense is already a benevolence.

Still want to keep the secret book and make a comeback?

Don't even think about it!

Besides, with the current strength of Shaolin, leaving the secret books behind will not protect them.

Rather than waiting for others to snatch them away, he might as well collect them all.

Yue Zhuoqun even did not let go of some important Buddhist scriptures, and filled the four cubic spaces to the brim.

After doing all this, he walked out of Shaolin with a swagger.

Shaolin disciples were wailing and crying, and were busy collecting the bodies of the abbot and elders, so how could they care about the Sutra Pavilion?

In addition, many people saw that Yue Zhuoqun left empty-handed, so they didn't expect that he would empty the scriptures and secret books.

After all, even if he really took the secret books, how many of them could he stuff into his clothes?

Seeing him leave, they were too happy to be happy.

It was not until three days later that several waves of martial artists sneaked into Shaolin and searched the temples one by one, and they finally became nervous.

The seriously injured Lu Zhu led several disciples into the second floor of the Sutra Library. Looking at the empty shelves, he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood:

"Who emptied my Shaolin secret books and classics?!!"