"Amitabha!"

When Yang Yi's hand was slashing at Ye Erniang's neck, a gray shadow suddenly appeared in front of Ye Erniang, and a long object pointed to Yang Yi's chest and abdomen.

There was no sign of this gray shadow appearing. At that time, the monks of Shaolin were still a distance away from Yang Yi, and the Sutra Pavilion was several feet away. In the empty courtyard, there were no third-party members except Yang Yi and a group of monks surrounding him.

But when Yang Yi drew his sword and slashed at Ye Erniang, there was suddenly an extra person around him.

It was not until Huiying stood still that everyone realized that this was a thin old monk in gray. He was holding a big broom in his hand and pointed at Yang Yi obliquely. However, now the broom has been cut into two pieces by Yang Yi, and the big head of the broom has landed on the ground.

The big long object that just clicked on Yang Yi was this big broom.

Although Yang Yi cut off the broom, the sword that had just slashed at Ye Erniang was also dissolved by the old monk.

The old monk in front of him was trembling and thin, with a hunched body and a dull eyes. He looked like an ordinary slaughter monk who swept the floor and sprinkled water. If it weren't for the sudden appearance just now, it would be hard to believe that this was a top master with martial arts.

Yang Yi smiled at the corner of his mouth, kicked Ye Erniang aside, looked at the old monk with a steady attitude, and said with a smile: "Old monk, this matter has nothing to do with you. If you don't show up, I might not have found you specifically, but now that you have come out, it will save me some trouble."

The old monk lowered his head and closed his head, proclaiming the Buddha's name, "Good, good! How can this donor, in a pure place of Buddhism, create more killings? Good will be rewarded with good deeds, and evil will be evil. Shaolin is a place for practice, not a place for punishment, killing people and bleeding or going to other places!"

Yang Yi said: "Does the monks in the temple do less bloody and killing? You said that those who commit evil deeds will have karma. Then I ask you, do you recognize Ye Erniang or not?"

The old monk said: "Amitabha, this female Tan Yue, the old monk has a vague impression."

Yang Yi smiled and said, "You are honest!"

He pointed at Ye Erniang and looked at the group of monks surrounding him and shouted: "Ye Erniang must harm a baby every day. It has been more than twenty years so far, 365 days a year, 3600 days a year, and 7200 days a year, 20 years a year, 7200 days a year. In this way, there are not ten thousand babies who died in her hands, and there are eight thousand. If the bodies of these eight thousand babies are piled together..."

Speaking of this, Yang Yi looked at the yard where the Sutra Pavilion was located, "Although this yard is not small, it may not be able to hold so many corpses of babies!"

The monks around were very surprised to hear this. They had heard of Ye Erniang's methods on weekdays, but they only heard that they were not too heart-to-heart. It was not until Yang Yi described it so slightly that they truly understood the boundless murder committed by Ye Erniang.

Yang Yi sneered: "This Ye Erniang has a mistress, who is a famous figure in the martial arts world. In fact, as long as she is a mistress, this Ye Erniang will definitely not dare to kill again, and she will not be able to commit such a murder. But this great man has never even said such a word, so that countless babies were killed."

When Yang Yi talked about finding this place, he suddenly shouted, "Ye Erniang is the mastermind of killing young children, but her mistress cannot be separated!" He looked at the old monk in front of him, "Old monk, do you think so?"

The old monk sweeping the floor, "Good, good!" but he did not answer.

Yang Yi shouted again: "Xuanci, aren't you coming out yet?"

Whenever Yang Yi said a few words, the monks shouted Xuanci. Some people who were very knowledgeable observed their words and looked at each other secretly and thought to themselves, "Is it possible that this Ye Erniang's mistress is related to Abbot Xuanci?"

But as the abbot of Shaolin, Xuanci was dignified and majestic. If he had anything to do with this disgusting and eccentric Ye Erniang, it would be hard for the monks in the courtyard to believe it.

When the old monk sweeping the floor saw Yang Yi shouting at Xuan Ci, he sighed: "A grievance, an injustice!"

Taking a little step, he had arrived in front of Yang Yi and said, "The thousand-year-old ancient temple is a source of the source, how can it be destroyed like this?" He stretched out his hand and patted Yang Yi gently, and said slowly, "Why should the donor be aggressive!"

Seeing this, Yang Yi slowly came out of his hand.

After the two of them met their palms, there was no abnormality, no sound, and no strong wind swaying. However, the entire yard and the Sutra Pavilion next to them shook suddenly, and several big trees were automatically without wind. The birds flew on them and the leaves fell.

Yang Yi stood there and his body was still moving, but the old monk opposite slowly retreated back and retreated three feet away before he landed on the ground and stood firm. His eyes showed a great look of surprise, "Good, good! The donor is so powerful, upright and strong, just like the glorious seal of the Confucian sages, and he is uncontrollable, but I have never seen it."

Yang Yi said: "How much knowledge can you have when you are trapped in a temple? If you want to stop me from speaking, I am afraid you will be unable to do anything!"

The old monk said slowly: "The affairs of the head of Shaolin are related to the honor and disgrace of Shaolin for a hundred years. If this matter is widely spread throughout the world, it will have too much impact, and it will have a great impact on my reputation as Shaolin."

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Since you can do it, can't I say it? What reputation can I say when I kill and kill people?" Suddenly, he slapped out with a palm, and the strong wind rushed straight to the old monk's face.

The old monk sweeping the floor sighed and fisted to greet him.

The old monk was thin and small, as if he would fall down when the wind blew. But at this time, his punch was still the same, but his momentum suddenly changed. A great Zen spirit of glaring at the Vajra subduing demons and demons revealed from him. The punch he shot was the Wei Tuo Pestle among the 72 unique skills of Shaolin.

At this time, a group of old monks from Xuanzi also arrived at the scene. When they saw the old monk hitting out with a pestle, they were as dignified and solemn, heavy and simple, and vigorous and fierce artistic conception naturally appeared after the pestle was hit. The perfect boxing realm they pursued throughout their lives was undoubtedly revealed in this pestle.

Even though I knew that the old monk was from his temple, the onlookers were still shouting loudly while watching.

Yang Yi praised, "What a trick to Wei Tuo Pestle!"

At this time, he had the intention to see what amazing magical power this sweeping monk had. He did not forcefully handle the punch the old monk. He dodged his body and evaded, turned his palm into a grab, and grabbed the old monk's chest.

The old monk sighed again and stretched out a finger to point the Laogong acupoint in Yang Yi’s palm.

The old monk pointed out, and the onlookers cheered again.

It turned out that his finger was the unique skill of Shaolin's One-Finger Zen. This finger pointed out that it seemed slow and actually fast. The skill gathered at the fingertips, and there was a faint qi and energy. This was the strange phenomenon when one-Finger Zen practiced to the fullest.

Yang Yi changed to grab it into a scissor, closed his three fingers, and used the remaining index and middle fingers to cut it into a finger pointing to the old monk. This move was the golden dragon scissors.

The two of them fought as fast as lightning and as fast as thunder. Although they were incredibly fast, they were clearly presented to everyone with each move. This feeling of "fastness can't be seen clearly, but they can still see clearly" made the monks watching the battle feel that they were in a dream and not in reality.

As the two of them fought faster and faster, the cheers of the onlookers became louder and louder.

The monks saw that among these two people, the tall young man was domineering and heroic, open-minded and unrestrained, and he was as quiet as the mountain standing in the abyss. His every move was extremely powerful, and he was not better than this.

The fist wind and palm power spread throughout the audience, and the oppressed people retreated again and again.

Some monks of Xuanzi felt their whole body sore and numbness just after being wiped by the wind. When they saw that the wind was so powerful, they really didn't dare to think about how much pressure they were under when they were facing this young man.

But although Yang Yi was powerful, the old monk who swept the floor could support it. He suddenly punched it, and it was a move of Arhat Fist, and then kicked it, and then a palm slapped it, which was the Vajra Palm.

The monk watching the temple saw the old monk picking up the 72 unique skills of Shaolin at will, and each move was so wonderful that it was unimaginable. While everyone kept cheering, they were getting more and more surprised.

Since the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, no one monk can do his best to do his math. As the saying goes, manpower is limited and martial arts is infinite. Each of these seventy-two unique skills is enough for a monk to study for his whole life. Even if he spends his whole life, it is impossible to practice this skill to a perfect level.

This is all related to talent, opportunity, understanding and other conditions. It is to be able to cultivate a unique skill to the top, so that you can be proud of the world and travel around the world.

Only monks with extraordinary talents and courageous practices can practice more unique skills.

Since the release of the seventy-two Shaolin skills, it is recorded that the one who practices the most unique skills was a monk in the early years of the Song Dynasty. This man once collected twenty-three Shaolin skills in one piece, and his kung fu was unparalleled, but it only lasted for 13. If he wanted to practice the 14th unique skills, it was already a delusion.

But today, the old monk used his tricks in a moment, and each move was a move among the seventy-two unique skills. In a moment, he had already used more than a dozen unique skills. The audience was dazzled and his heart was beating.

It is said that among the seventy-two unique skills, there are light skills, hidden weapons, leg skills, and palm skills. The old monk in gray only had a broom pole in his hand, so he should not be able to show these seventy-two unique skills, but he used sticks as knives, guns, and internal energy as hidden weapons, and could use them all.

The person who was interested had already made a silent calculation when the old monk and Yang Yi were attacking each other. After seeing the old monk picking a flower and attacking from a distance, he was surprised and happy, knowing that all the seventy-two unique skills had been used by the old monk.
Chapter completed!