Stay that represents death, destruction, glittering and translucent jade hand, sweeping the floor, and the old monk suddenly leaped into a happy and sad shape. At this time, he suddenly squeezed his right thumb and middle finger, and the whole body disappeared. Then his face suddenly showed a sympathetic smile, and his right hand popped up, and the whole yellow sand world seemed to have encountered a huge collision, and there was a sense of shaking and collapse.

When that hand and that finger finally collide, all the petals suddenly fall slowly in this desert full of yellow sand. Every petal falls and forms a beautiful flower with different colors. In a blink of an eye, it turns into a sea of flowers. At the end of these flowers, there seems to be a little Sanskrit singing to tell the beautiful western world.
As the right hand reached into the whole world of flowers and seas, the two diametrically opposite worlds cried as if they had turned over, and became distorted, fractured and finally disappeared.
At this time, all the monks in Shaolin once again returned to the real world and saw that Zhang Ping "thumped" and quit three steps in a row, while the old monk who swept the floor stood still. For example, at last, the old monk who swept the floor won the original Shaolin life and worried about his death. Xuan Ci and others were already thinking quickly about what to do with Zhang Ping at this time.
But Zhang Ping suddenly smiled and said, "You can beat me with this trick. Half of it is because this is Shaolin, not the desert. If not, even if you are unlucky enough to stimulate your potential, you will never pick me up."
The old monk who swept the floor lowered his head slightly, and then Lang said, "Amitabha’s benefactor’s martial arts have been extraordinary. It is almost impossible to surpass the benefactor except for the resurrection of Dharma."
Zhang Ping put two long sleeves and a pendulum at this time and then said, "It seems that you are still a monk after all."
The old monk who swept the floor said lightly, "Amitabha, I won’t go to hell. I hope that the benefactor can act with compassion in the future. If the benefactor can do it, it will be a blessing in Wulin."
Zhang Ping said at this time as he strode out of the main entrance of Shaolin, "You can rest assured that you always keep your word. In the end, you really won a small victory over the yellow sand. For three years, you will never take the initiative to find Shaolin trouble. You can rest assured."
At this time, the old monk suddenly asked again, "Dare to ask the benefactor what he is called?"
With the last word "Ping" falling, the figure of "Purple Blood Demon Road Zhang Ping" has already disappeared at the end of Shaolin in a blink of an eye.
Seeing that Zhang Ping, the enemy who suddenly appeared, finally retreated, Xuan Ci and others made other brothers take the injured monks to heal but not die. At the same time, in Xuan Ci, they led several great monks of Xuan word to go to the old monk who swept the floor together and greeted him, "Xuan Ci (Xuan Ku) has seen the elder today’s temple avoid a robbery."
At this time, the old monk who swept the floor suddenly shook his head, then slowly sat cross-legged on the ground with his hands folded and declared the Buddha’s name, "Amitabha is good!"
Xuan Ci and others saw that the old monk who swept the floor not only stopped talking, but also remained motionless for a long time. Finally, Xuan Ci took the lead and said, "Senior!"
However, when Xuan Ci and others called for the old monk who swept the floor, there was no response, as if he were a sculpture. At this time, Xuan Ku suddenly summoned up his courage and said, "The elder monk has sinned."
Then Xuanku put his finger on the floor, and the pulse of the old monk did not take a moment. Xuan Ku’s face finally changed greatly. Then Xuanku quickly stood up and put his hands together. "Amitabha, other disciples, this elder has gone to the western paradise."
Xuan Ci and others were shocked at this time. It is very important to know that the martial arts of the sweeping old monk is unimaginable to them. However, the martial arts are so high that they are all in the hands of Zhang Ping. Shaolin has no resistance to Zhang Ping in the future.
The abbot of Xuan Ci thought for a moment, and Zhang Ping finally shook his head and ordered, "I have to bury his body after the death of Shaolin. You are responsible for this matter, and now we have to discuss a Shaolin countermeasure in the future. Come with me."
With the departure of several high-ranking monks of Xuanzi generation, the depression scene in Shaolin is even more bleak.
Chapter two hundred and seventy-two Tianlong Temple Deputy
Tianlong Temple is located in Diancang Mountain outside Dali. The official temple in the north of the prison peak is called Chongsheng Temple, but Dali people are used to it. They all say that Tianlong Temple bears Cangshan Mountain and faces Ershui. There are three towers in Xingsheng Temple, which were built in the early Tang Dynasty, and the largest one is more than 200 feet high. There is an iron casting cloud on the top of the sixteen-level tower.
Xiangtianlong Temple has five treasures, three pagodas and five treasures. The ancestors of the past dynasties often avoid becoming monks in this Tianlong Temple. Therefore, Tianlong Temple is the royal family temple in Dali, which is the most honored of all the temples in the country. After every emperor becomes a monk, his grandson will worship in the temple every birthday. Every time he worships, there will be a dedication to decorate the temple. There are three pavilions, seven floors, nine halls and hundreds of mansions, which are magnificent and beautiful, that is, the central plains such as Wutai, Putuo, Jiuhua and Emei.
On this day, Zhang Ping went to a path not far from Tianlong Temple and suddenly smelled a soft sandalwood and floated far away with a if if Brahma.
Zhang Ping’s heart movement at this time immediately realized that the ten * * was the great wheel Wang Jiu Mo Zhi, who was worried that the sword spectrum of the six-pulse Excalibur was destroyed. Zhang Ping cried to speed up the pace, and several flashes disappeared in the same place.
Zhang Ping’s kung fu easily lurked to the top of the Muny Hall. Zhang Ping quietly looked at the scenery in the Muny Hall and saw a monk sitting in the west futon wearing a yellow robe. He was less than 50 years old, and his face was glowing. It seemed that there was a treasure light flowing, so jewels and jade naturally shone.
But as far as selling looks are concerned, this wisdom is really excellent.
At this time, Zhang Ping saw the ebony box cover brushed by the sleeve of the robe of Jiumo Zhizhi, and the wind saw that there was a brightly lit gold box inside. Jiumo Zhizhi leaned over and took out the gold box and held it in his hand.
Jiu Mo-zhi then uncovered the gold box cover and took it out. It turned out to be three old books. He flipped through them and glanced at them. There were pictures and texts in the books, all of which were written by Zhu Mo. Jiu Mo-zhi stared at the three suddenly tears dripping and splashed his skirt with grief and grief.
Because we were not surprised, Master Kurong said, "Is it worthy to be called a’ monk’ because Wang Xin misses his old friend’s dirty relationship?"
Wang Chui, the great ship, first said, "The master has great wisdom and great magical powers, but the three volumes of martial arts secrets are explained by Mr. Mu, and the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Sect are practiced and cracked."
Before everyone recovered from the shock, he continued, "Mr. Mu has given these three volumes to the little monk to read and study, and he has benefited a lot. Now he is willing to exchange these three volumes of Qigui Temple for the Six-pulse Excalibur. It would be very grateful if you would allow the little monk to keep his promise in the past year."
Seeing that others were quite moved, Jiu Mozhi quickly said, "When your temple gave the treasure sutra, you can keep it for yourself. The deputy masters benefited the little monk Ze Baigu himself and damaged it. Once the little monk worshipped the treasure sutra, he immediately sealed it, and he would never see it personally. The high arts in your temple would never be burned in front of Mr. Mu’s grave. Wu Xueyuan, the master of your temple, has been asking for it, but his rocks can attack jade. The 72 stunts in Shaolin Temple do have unique secrets, including’ Flower Fingering’ and’ Duoluo Leaf Fingering’
At this time, Zhang Ping was immersed in thinking, and the attention of the two masters, Jiu Mo Zhi and Ku Rong, was distracted for an instant, so he decided to drop from the roof with a thousand pounds of kung fu.
At this time, in the stunned eyes of all, Master Kurong suddenly seemed not to like or grieve, and his thumb pressed two forms of firm but gentle shock wave to detain him toward Zhang Pinggong.
However, although Zhang Ping was in the middle, he was in the hands of the withered master, and at the same time, he issued a firm but gentle shock wave, and at the same time, he instantly realized nine true and false figures.
At this time, the great ship king, Jiu Mozhi, suddenly shouted "How dare you!" Then he held a round force in his hands and sent out a physical flame. The palm force of the knife cried Ling to Zhang Ping.
At this time, Zhang Ping’s nine figures suddenly disappeared in the flame knife of Shao Yang’s firm but gentle spirit and Jiu Mo’s wisdom, while a solid purple figure suddenly appeared next to the sword spectrum of the six-pulse Excalibur. In Duan Yu’s surprised eyes, Zhang Ping suddenly showed all the six maps in a volume.
After being swept by Zhang Ping, all six maps have been returned to their original places with a big sleeve.
At this time, Zhang Ping’s whole body seemed to teleport in the front box of the dove’s wisdom.
At this time, the dark flame knife of the dove’s wisdom suddenly hit Zhang Ping’s chest with a palm. However, in the face of the dove’s wisdom, Zhang Ping did not flash or avoid going straight ahead.
Stay dove wisdom palm melee Zhang Ping suddenly flashed out his right hand in dove wisdom palm with a stroke, and then the dove wisdom flame knife actually turned around as if it were out of control and went towards itself.
If it weren’t for the high skill of Jiumo, I’m afraid that the king who came from afar would have been hurt in his own hands for the first time.
At this time, Zhang Ping rolled up all the three classics in the box, and then closed his eyes in the box.
At this time, Duan Yu finally saw Zhang Ping’s appearance and quickly shouted: "Zhang Daochang, why are you here?"
Zhang Ping opened his eyes to Duan Yu and said with a smile: "Brother Duan, it seems that you and I are really destined to meet again today."
At this moment, Ku Mo-chi suddenly put his hands together and said, "Does the Taoist priest know where the monk offended the Taoist priest and made it difficult for him to come to the monk?"
At this time, Zhang Ping looked at Ku Mo-chih Gherardini and said, "Ku Mo-chih is not bad. It really is that he gave birth to a good skin and left a small fortune, and then he won’t care about you today."
At this time, there was a sudden flash of anger on the face of Jiu Mozhi, but it still didn’t show. Instead, he continued to ask in a low voice: "What little monk is not white?"
Zhang Ping suddenly said coldly at this time: "If you are not white, there is no need to live."
Zhang Ping’s voice is still in the middle, and the whole person has cried a ghosting towards the dove’s wisdom and rushed to raise my hand to protect his chest. Then everyone listened to "Bang", and the dove’s wisdom cried and vomited blood and flew backwards.
Chapter two hundred and seventy-three A bumper harvest
At this time, Zhang Pingjiu Mo Zhi quickly endured the pain and said, "Don’t worry, little monk, suddenly remembered the little picture. Please wait a moment, little monk. This is long to write it."
Zhang Ping smiled and said at this time, "If I had known today, I would have done it."? Please also ask the big wheel king to write it quickly in big sleep in the future. "