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Chapter 220 The Little Prince
Chapter 220 The Little Prince
The monks turned their heads and saw the old abbot with white eyebrows and white beard, accompanied by the heads of other courtyards, walking quickly.
More than a dozen monks and the head of the Prajna Hall immediately clasped their hands together and saluted.
The old abbot nodded slightly, looked in the direction where the man in black disappeared, and said: "That man practices the Five Poison Magic Skills. He is one of the few masters in the Demon Sect. He can't be beaten to death by falling off a cliff."
Abbot Du'e lowered his head and glanced at the head of Prajna Hall, frowned and said: "Du'e, your palm..."
The leader of Prajna Hall with the dharma name Du'e shook his head: "Thank you abbot for your concern, the poison of the Five Poisons Divine Art is nothing more than that, I'm fine."
As soon as the words fell, the big fat man rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, his lips were black and purple, and his hands and feet twitched.
"It's okay? People almost disappeared!"
The old monk put his two fingers together and quickly tapped the head of the Prajna Hall a few times.
Then he entered the true energy, protected the heart of the leader of the Prajna Hall, and said to others: "Hurry and take the leader of the Prajna Hall away, and feed him nectar pills every half hour to save his life."
The other heads turned pale and whispered to each other.
"I didn't expect the poison of the Five Poisons Divine Art to be so terrifying."
"Du'er is practicing the Prajna Heart Sutra, but he still can't withstand the severe poison of the Five Poisons Divine Art. It seems that people in the Demon Cult should not be underestimated."
"The man in black said just now that there is a hidden master hidden in our temple. I don't know who it is."
The old abbot said: "The masters of the Devil's Cult are here for the Sutra Pavilion, let's go to the Sutra Pavilion quickly and see if there is any loss!"
On the cliff outside the Shaolin Temple, a horned dragon pine, clinging to the rock, stands proudly isolated.
The man in black stood on the trunk of the pine tree, spit out a big mouthful of blood again, his breath plummeted.
"Did I underestimate the Great Compassionate Prajna Palm?"
"No, the Great Compassionate Prajna Palm at the head of the Prajna Hall is nothing more than that, it's his palm that stimulated the injury that was suppressing me."
The man in black held onto a pine branch with bark as cracked as dragon scales and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand.
Recalling the fight with Lu Ming, the black clothes still had lingering fears in his heart.
I just felt that when I faced him, what I saw was not a young monk, but a boundless sea!
You know, the man in black is very confident, even if he encounters the old abbot, he can retreat unscathed.
But after a brief fight with Lu Ming, the man in black sensed the danger of death.
"When did Shaolin Temple produce such a master? It seems that my plan to teach will be postponed."
"Fortunately, my mission has been successfully completed, Bodhidharma's... um... disappeared!"
The man in black touched the skirt of his chest, and his face sank.
Outside the Tripitaka Pavilion.
Lu Ming put his diary into the system space.
"Fortunately, when I shook him away with the first appearance of the Buddha's light, I took back the diary with my fingers, otherwise he would really have stolen it."
"Forget it. I originally hid the diary in many scriptures on a whim, but it almost overturned. I'll put it in the system space."
There are a lot of fires around the Sutra Pavilion, illuminating the night sky brightly.
One by one, the monks surrounded the Sutra Pavilion and prohibited anyone from entering or leaving.
Lu Ming came out early and was not discovered by other monks.
Now, Lu Ming is leaning on a broom, mixing with the monks, waiting for the arrival of the abbot and the chief priest, and presiding over the overall situation.
"Abbot."
"The abbot is here!"
"I have seen the abbot."
The old abbot and several heads hurried over.
"No one came out of the Sutra Pavilion, right?"
The head of Arhat Hall asked.
"First seat, we have been staying here and haven't seen anyone come out!"
A monk answered loudly.
"Ah."
The head of the Discipline Hall nodded.
"Everyone, in case the man in black still has accomplices, let's go in and take a look."
"Senior Brother Dujie is right, let's go take a look."
The old abbot stood guard outside, and several leaders entered the Sutra Pavilion to search for the demon sect's accomplices.
The ending can be imagined, the Sutra Pavilion has long since been emptied, not a single hair left.
"There are no demon sect accomplices, and there are no so-called hidden masters."
"So who is the hidden master mentioned by the people in black?"
"Could it be that there are still holy monks in my temple who have not passed Nirvana, are still alive, and are hiding in a corner of the mountain?"
The old abbot, the heads of each hall and other high-level officials were at a loss.
They never expected that the recluse master known by the black-clothed population was watching a show among the monks.
If it wasn't for the lack of melon seeds, Lu Ming would definitely move a small bench and eat the melon seeds.
The old abbot, the first one and other senior officials of the Shaolin Temple were worried that the men in black would steal the precious martial arts secrets and cause huge losses, so they ordered more than a dozen serving monks, including Lu Ming, to count the scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion overnight.
As the night passed, the golden morning light shone on the glazed tiles.
The sunlight leaps over the roof covered with small Buddhas and falls in the courtyard of the temple.
The monks who had been watching all night yawned loudly.
After the inventory was over, there was not a single book missing in the scriptures and martial arts secret books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and it was a false alarm.
In order to prevent the members of the Demon Cult from making a comeback, Shaolin Temple strengthened the protection of the Sutra-Keeping Pavilion.
Except that no open fire is allowed inside the Sutra Pavilion, there are torches burning outside the Sutra Pavilion every night to light up the night sky.
These have no effect on Lu Ming.
While sweeping the floor during the day, Lu Ming came to the Sutra Pavilion on time to receive his reward.
Over the years, all the halls and pagodas of Shaolin Temple have been rewarded by Lu Ming over and over again.
In every corner, without exception, Lu Ming received rewards several times until there were no more rewards.
Only the Sutra Pavilion is indeed the biggest treasure of Shaolin Temple. After receiving rewards for so long, they can still get rewards.
After such a long period of accumulation, Lu Ming has not only cultivated to the second rank, but the treasures in the system space are also piled up like a mountain, and the wealth is incomparable.
Coupled with the study of Buddhist scriptures, my personality has become indifferent and free-spirited, free and easy, and has no fight with the world.
Lu Ming planned to leave the Shaolin Temple after receiving the rewards from the Sutra Pavilion, go down the mountain to practice, and save the world and the people.
Wende 35 years, winter.
Emperor Wu died, and King Zhenyuan usurped the throne.
All the concubines, princesses, princes, and maids in the palace were slaughtered.
It is said that that night, blood flowed into a river, flowing from the harem to the Shenwu Gate.
A group of loyal guards fought their way out and escorted the young prince to the Shaolin Temple, hoping to entrust him to the old abbot and ask for his blessing.
Lu Ming clearly remembered the heavy snowfall that covered the entire world.
The high mountains and ridges are covered in silver. It can be said that thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared.
He was sweeping the snow at the mountain gate when he saw a man wearing black armor and iron clothes, with several arrows in his body, standing against the goose feathers and white snow, and he was holding the little prince's face, which was purple from the cold, and fled here.
The iron-clad commander of the imperial guards died the moment he handed over the little prince to Lu Ming.
Before he died, the commander of the Imperial Guard was still transferring the little remaining energy in his body to the little prince to prevent him from freezing to death.
Lu Ming and the little prince looked at each other.
From a pair of childish eyes, I saw the flame of revenge.
Even though it was snowing heavily and the wind was biting, it still couldn't be extinguished.
Lu Ming handed over the little prince to the old abbot.
The old abbot almost died of worry.
The little prince is undoubtedly the hottest potato.
But if he left it alone, at the young prince's age, he would definitely freeze to death in the ice and snow.
In the end, in the battle between heaven and man, the old abbot chose to take in the young prince, ordained him personally, and gave him the title of Falun Gong.
What made Lu Ming speechless was that the old abbot handed over the little prince to him again.
Lu Ming led the little prince to sweep the floor in the Buddhist scripture pavilion.
Later, Lu Ming discovered the intention of the old abbot.
On the surface, like Lu Ming, the little prince is a sweeping monk.
In fact, the young prince can freely enter and exit the Sutra Pavilion and "sneakly learn" the 72 Shaolin skills in the Sutra Pavilion.
The bloody hatred made him cultivate crazily, he worked harder than any monk in the monastery, and became stronger than the monks of the "Xu Zi generation".
Even with the powerful bloodline of Emperor Wu, the young prince has extraordinary qualifications and gradually catches up with his uncles.
Nine years later, the little prince who was promoted to the fifth rank finally couldn't bear the torment and burning of revenge in his heart, and had a secret talk with the old abbot, hoping that Shaolin Temple would help him avenge him and regain the throne.
The old abbot naturally refused.
Less than half a year later, the little prince stole the Divine Light Severed Arm hidden in the Sixth Ancestor Altar.
The second patriarch, Huike, once cut off his own arm in order to get Bodhidharma to teach the Dharma.
Divine Light is the common name of Huike.
According to legend, Shenguang forced all his own magic thoughts and powers to his left arm, and then chopped it off.
To the first Patriarch Bodhidharma, in order to pursue the Dharma, he completely discarded the determination and firmness of the dark side.
Therefore, the broken arm contains unimaginable magic thoughts and infinite power.
After the second patriarch Huike passed away, this arm remained.
The severed arm was wrapped in a cassock, entwined with small thousand-leaf red sandalwood beads, and sealed under the stone bricks of the Sixth Patriarch Altar.
Unexpectedly, in order to get revenge, the little prince was promoted to a high-ranking rank earlier, and actually stole the broken arm of Shenguang... the broken arm of the devil!
When the old abbot found out, Lei Lei was furious and immediately ordered the monks from various halls to patrol the mountains to capture the little prince and recover the severed arm of Shenguang.
In a dense forest more than ten miles away from Shaolin Temple.
The little prince put down the things he was holding in his arms, hesitation flashed in his eyes, but was soon overwhelmed by hatred.
"Uncle Huang, I want your blood to owe a sea of blood!"
The little prince let out a low growl, and immediately tore off the little Qianye rosewood beads and the cassock that wrapped the broken arm of the demon.
A shriveled and ugly severed arm, resembling sun-dried jerky, was presented in front of the little prince.
Is this the Divine Light Broken Arm?
The little prince gritted his teeth, rolled up his loose sleeves, and pulled out the sharp, cold machete.
"what--"
The little prince yelled and swung his knife to cut off his arm.
With a "pop", an arm fell to the ground.
The wound on the little prince's shoulder was as big as a bowl, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
"All for revenge!"
The little prince's face was pale, and his teeth were about to gnaw into pieces. Enduring the severe pain, he picked up the broken arm of the devil and placed it on the wound on his shoulder.
The gushing spring of blood sprinkled on the broken arm of the devil was absorbed instantly.
Immediately afterwards, the red-brown severed arm, which looked like jerky, "resurrected" all of a sudden, like a blood-sucking leech, attached to the little prince's wound, sucking blood crazily.
Grain buds grew out from the cut position of the broken arm of the devil, and penetrated into the flesh of the little prince's shoulder.
It looked like the severed arm of the devil, roughly stitched on the little prince's shoulder.
Moisturized by the blood, the broken arm of the demon with shriveled flesh quickly plumped up.
At the same time, endless magic thoughts, like a tidal force, poured into the little prince's body through the broken arm connection.
"Kill kill kill!"
"What kind of Buddha and what kind of Bodhidharma made me kneel for so many days and kill them all!"
"I don't want to be a Buddha, I want to become a demon!"
"Blood, flesh, soul, all devoured, hahahaha..."
The little prince's body twitched, and a terrifying growl of unknown meaning came out from the depths of his throat.
Soon, when the broken arm of the devil completely merged with the little prince, the little prince opened his hands and raised his head to roar.
A spring-like jet-black demonic energy spewed out of his mouth, his eyes glowed blood-red, and the flesh on his forehead was split open, revealing a bony white horn.
magic!
The little prince is bewitched.
Because of the birth of the devil, the vegetation in all directions quickly withered and declined.
"Look, the false enmity is here!"
"Found the vengeance!"
"Catch Xu Qiu, take him and Shen Guang's broken arm, and bring him back together."
A group of monks in apricot robes rushed out from the forest and surrounded the little prince.
The little prince grinned, and said hoarsely: "It's just in time, I will take you as a sacrifice for the emperor's comeback!"
His skin became pale, the whites of his eyes were filled with pitch black, but his pupils turned red, and there was a bony horn on his forehead.
The original monk's robe was torn into strips due to the eruption when he became a demon, exposing his bronze-colored upper body.
But on the left arm, there is a reddish brown color that is obviously different from normal skin, the muscles are exposed, and the blue veins are like pythons, connecting with the broken arm of the devil.
The inhuman appearance made the surrounding monks gasp.
"He has become a demon!"
"Quickly call the first seat over..."
A disciple who is proficient in the Buddhist lion's roar looks up to the sky and roars.
The ripples of sound waves spreading from the mouth shook the trees and made the leaves rustle.
The first seat that was searched on other hilltops, his face changed, and he immediately sent a voice transmission thousands of miles away, shouting loudly: "Don't fight him, go!"
The monks surrounding the little prince scattered their eyes like sharp arrows without any hesitation the moment their eyes met.
"Jie Jie Jie, I just want to leave now, isn't it a bit late?"
The little prince tugged his upper body with his right hand, and with a "stab" sound, the tattered monk's robe was torn off.
At the same time, he raised his ferocious auburn left hand toward a warrior monk, spread his five fingers, and clenched them violently.
With a "bang", the man exploded into a cloud of blood.
Flesh, viscera, and broken bones were all smeared on the ground.
Only the blood was sucked by the possessed little prince and allowed to be devoured by the demon's severed arm.
"Huh~ Beautiful!"
"Amitabha, human blood is really delicious!!"
The little prince showed an intoxicated expression, turned his head, and looked at the next monk.
"boom!"
With a kick, the little prince sank into a round pit on the spot.
The well-built little prince turned into an afterimage, and caught up with the monk in an instant under the blur.
"Vajra Fingers!"
The monk turned his head and pointed abruptly.
Because the thumb was filled with the true Qi of Buddhism, it turned into a reddish gold, bursting out with the force of shattering gold and jade.
The little prince did not dodge, he made a fist with his right hand and struck out with one blow, directly crushing the opponent's powerful diamond finger and his entire arm together.
The broken arm of the demon pierced the monk's chest with a palm, crushed his heart, and then drained the blood.
The monk's eyes were terrified.
The whole sturdy body, at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly shriveled from its normal appearance to a skinny human being.
With a wave of his arm, the little prince threw the mummy away, and then killed the next monk.
Killing makes him stronger and more evil.
After draining the blood essence of three or four monks, the little prince's figure was too fast to be seen by the naked eye, and there were at most five afterimages in the dense forest.
The five afterimages raised their left hands respectively, piercing the monk's body like a bloodthirsty spear.
In a moment, more than a dozen monks were slaughtered.
"Bold and false hatred, you dare to kill and kill the same family?"
(End of this chapter)