Chapter 81 81, Ten Palms Suppress Shaolin! Three days later, at the end of the Chen hour. Outside the Shaolin Mountain Gate, dozens of monks from the Arhat Hall and the Discipline Hall were holding whistles, ready for battle. The contemporary abbot, Zen Master Kucheng, as well as the abbot of Damo Hall, Kuzhi, the abbot of Luohan Hall, Kuhui and other eminent monks with the word "Ku" in their name, sat in the Zen room in the temple, closed their eyes, and waited for the enemy to come. Suddenly, a clear and bright voice of a young man came from outside the temple: "Shaolin is the martial arts sect of the world, are you going to use these mediocre people to receive the two of us?" The sound is not very powerful and loud, but it is extremely penetrating. It was clearly coming from outside the temple, but it seemed to be ringing in everyone's ears right inside the meditation room. Hearing the young man's voice, all the senior monks of the Ku generation opened their eyes and looked at each other, all with expressions of surprise and shock. Since seeing the message on the Buddha statue in the main hall three days ago, Abbot Kucheng and other senior monks of the Ku generation have discussed it several times, but they still don't know who that "Ouyang Feng, Huang Yaoshi" is. Some people speculated that they might be two famous frontier figures from remote areas whose reputations were not known in Middle-earth.
Some people also speculated that the two might be ascetic monks who had practiced hard in the mountains for many years and had achieved great success, and had just come out of the mountains but had not yet become famous. Some people also speculate that the so-called Ouyang Feng and Huang Yaoshi may just be pseudonyms, pretending to be two old guys who have been famous for many years. In short, no one had ever thought that Ouyang Feng and Huang Yaoshi would be two teenagers under the age of 20 - able to sneak into Shaolin at night as if no one was there, and put the note on the Buddha statue in the main hall. This kind of lightness skill alone was enough to make the entire Shaolin temple feel like they were facing a formidable enemy. With such amazing martial arts skills and the courage to challenge Shaolin, Ouyang Feng and Huang Yaoshi must be old guys with profound martial arts skills. At the very least, he should be in his thirties or forties. It was because of this preconceived guess that the monks were so shocked when they heard the clear young voice that seemed to ring right next to their ears. The voice sounded like he was not even twenty years old, but just a teenager in his teens. But how could a boy of this age have such terrifying lightness skills? The internal strength he just displayed in his words also shocked the other monks, because even among the monks of the Ku generation, there were only a handful of people who possessed such pure internal strength. How could a young man who is barely in his teens practice internal strength, a skill that requires accumulation over time, to such a level? The senior monks of the Ku generation looked solemn and looked at each other for a while. Zen Master Kucheng stood up and said in a deep voice: "It is a disaster that cannot be avoided. Let's go out and greet them, lest the little donors outside laugh at us Shaolin for not knowing how to entertain guests." At that moment, Kuzhi and Kuhui followed the abbot, and the other eminent monks of the Ku generation followed closely behind, and they walked towards the mountain gate together. The monks who were standing by in front of the gate made way quickly when they saw the abbot and the uncles and uncles of the Ku generation arriving. Eminent monks including Kucheng, Kuzhi and Kuhui stepped out from the crowd and took a look. They saw two young men standing under the shade of a tree in front of them. A man dressed in white as white as snow, tall and straight, with a dignified demeanor, and a majestic and imposing manner, with the demeanor of a master. The other one was wearing a green shirt, had a slender figure, looked very energetic, with a hint of arrogance between his brows, giving people a feeling that he looked down on everyone else. Seeing that these two people were indeed very young, looking like they were not even twenty years old, the monks of the Ku generation felt extremely complicated for a moment, some were surprised, some were moved, some were jealous, and some were angry. Ku Cheng heaved a sigh of relief. Because although these two young men looked like they came with bad intentions, they were both unarmed and had no weapons.
Since they are not carrying any weapons, it means they are not here to cause bloodshed in Shaolin, so things will not develop into the worst situation. Of course, a peaceful solution is impossible. Two young men broke into Shaolin Temple at night and left a letter on the Buddha statue, which was a disgrace to Shaolin Temple. If he wanted to save face, he had to accept the challenge of the two young men and beat them until they were convinced and apologized. Only in this way could he calm the anger of all the monks in the temple. As for whether he can defeat these two young men... In actual combat, internal strength, moves, lightness, adaptability, courage, and even tricks such as mechanisms and hidden weapons all have a huge impact on the outcome of the actual combat. Even if one's internal strength is inferior to others, if one is worse than others in lightness skills, martial arts moves and adaptability, then one may still be able to win by martial arts moves. Even if your moves are not as good as others, if your internal strength is far superior, you may still be able to defeat the opponent with your strength. As for those two young men, their martial arts skills must be extremely advanced and their internal strength is also amazing, but their martial arts moves may not be comparable to the Shaolin skills. In addition, they are too young, and their vision, experience and practical experience are difficult to compare with their predecessors. In terms of adaptability, they may be much inferior. So even though Kucheng was also surprised at the age and martial arts of the two teenagers, he really didn't think that these two teenagers were capable of challenging the majesty of Shaolin. At that moment, Kucheng chanted the Buddha's name and asked: "My two benefactors, my Shaolin has no grudges against you two, but I don't know why you two want to challenge Shaolin?" Huang Yaoshi chuckled, "Isn't the message on the note very clear? Shaolin is the martial arts master of the world. Since we are martial artists, if we want to meet the masters of the world, then we can't avoid Shaolin no matter what." Ku Cheng said in a deep voice: "I see. How would you two donors like to compete?" Huang Yaoshi put his hands behind his back and said proudly: "You can come up one by one and fight Brother Ouyang and I one-on-one. You can also come up all at once and surround the two of us... That's fine too." These words were so arrogant that even Kucheng frowned when he heard them, let alone some monks with even hotter tempers? At that moment, a red-faced monk stepped out from the crowd and shouted: "I am Kuzhu, a poor monk. I want to test your skills to see if they are as sharp as your words!" This Kuzhu is an elder of the Luohan Hall. His martial arts skills are only second to the head monk of the Luohan Hall, Kuhui. Looking at the whole temple, he is also a master who is qualified to be among the top ten. Seeing him being the first to come forward to fight, the monks couldn't help but cheer up, expecting him to teach the young man in green a lesson. Seeing a monk come forward to fight, Huang Yaoshi glanced at Ouyang Feng and asked with a smile: "Brother Ouyang, are you going to fight this time or am I going to fight this time?" Ouyang Feng said calmly: "Since the monk was provoked by you, of course you should accept the challenge." Huang Yaoshi nodded and said: "Then let's make a bet on how many moves it will take me to defeat him." Ouyang Feng said: "Twenty moves." Huang Yaoshi smiled and said, "I bet I only need fifteen moves." Ouyang Feng nodded, "Let's bet." Seeing that the two men were betting on him as if no one was around, and one of them said that the boy in green only needed twenty moves to defeat him, and the boy in green was even more arrogant, saying that only fifteen moves were needed, Kuzhu was immediately furious, his thick eyebrows raised, his eyes widened, and he shouted: "How can we allow children to run wild in front of Shaolin? Watch out!"
With a roar, he took a step forward and attacked Huang Yaoshi with the fierce and powerful "Shaolin Tiger Claw Hand". Huang Yaoshi laughed loudly and leapt forward, performing the "Tai Hua Great Nine Styles" to meet the attack. His arms sometimes acted like iron whips and hammers to lash and smash, sometimes like spears and iron guns to stab, block and grab, sometimes like swords to cut, chop and stab, and sometimes like judge's pen to press and hit acupoints. Although he was unwilling to be the elder of Mount Hua, he also participated in the creation of this "Taihua Great Nine Styles" and made a not small contribution, so he had no pressure in using it. This set of martial arts, with its exquisite and complex moves that had never appeared in the martial arts world before, caught Kuzhu off guard. In less than five moves, he was forced to switch from offense to defense and was defeated step by step. Ouyang Feng didn't pay much attention to the fight between Huang Yaoshi and Kuzhu. In his opinion, Huang Yaoshi was bound to win this battle, the only difference was how many moves he would use. So when he saw that Huang Yaoshi had forced Kuzhu into a disadvantage with only five moves and had no choice but to defend himself, Ouyang Feng turned his gaze away from the battle and looked to the side. At this time, in front of the Shaolin Mountain Gate, in addition to a group of old monks of the Ku generation and dozens of martial monks holding whistles, another one or two hundred monks came, and among them there were also many servants, standing far away to watch the fight. Ouyang Feng glanced at the monks and servants and soon locked onto a monk with dusty hair and wearing tattered patchwork clothes and with a dusty face. The monk looked a bit skinny and malnourished, but he had very broad shoulders and a large frame. His hands, which were covered with dust and charcoal powder, were also broad and big, with protruding tendons and bones. With Ouyang Feng's current cultivation and eyesight, he could tell at a glance that the monk with hair had well-trained muscles and the skills in his fingers and palms were also quite good. However, not everyone could see that the monk with hair had martial arts skills. However, if the senior monks of the Ku generation are willing to observe carefully, they should be able to see some clues. It's a pity that the status of the high monks of the Ku generation is too high, and they are too far away from the fire-working monk who chops wood and burns the stove in the kitchen. After all, their compassionate gazes cannot fall on a mere fire-working monk whose face is covered with dust and whose fingernails are full of carbon black. Ouyang Feng noticed that when Huang Yaoshi was fighting with the Kuzhu monk, the look in the eyes of the Fire Monk who was watching the fight was completely different from that of other ordinary monks and menial monks who did not know martial arts. His eyes were extremely focused, without blinking, and occasionally he would show surprise, or confusion, or as if he had realized something. Obviously, the fire monk was not only watching the battle, he was also learning from Huang Yaoshi and Kuzhu. Not long after Ouyang Feng locked onto the fire monk, Huang Yaoshi suddenly whistled, used his arm as a spear, and his fist as the spear tip, stabbing and piercing like lightning, breaking Kuzhu's fist stance with a bang, and then hitting his chest with unstoppable force. Kuzhu groaned, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and staggered back. "Concession." Huang Yaoshi casually bowed to Kuzhu and looked at Ouyang Feng with a smile: "Brother Ouyang, I won, exactly fifteen moves." "Yes." Ouyang Feng stepped forward, "I'll take the next round. I bet that no matter who plays, I only need ten palms." It has been more than two months since he got the "Yi Jin Duan Gu Pian". With his current skills, in a one-on-one fight, if he just wants to kill someone, then no matter who comes on the field, he is sure that he only needs five palms at most. But after all, this trip is just for a competition, not to kill the enemy, so you have to be restrained. So you have to drag it out for about ten palms before you can win. "No matter who comes on the field, they will only use ten palms?" Huang Yaoshi shook his head: "Brother Ouyang's martial arts skills are better than mine, but I really don't believe that you can defeat any master present with just ten palm strikes. So, I bet ten moves." Ten palms are not ten moves. As for moves, a move may only be used once, but it may also have many variations and be used many times. And ten palms really are just ten palm strikes, and the number of attacks will be far less than ten moves. Although he did not believe that Ouyang Feng could defeat anyone present with only ten palms, Huang Yaoshi still looked at the monks and reminded them: "Next you have to find a real master. My brother Ouyang is even better than me in martial arts. If you make me lose the bet, I will be very unhappy. If I am unhappy, I will beat up any Shaolin disciples who dare to walk down the mountain and break their legs!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the Shaolin monks became furious again. But Huang Yaoshi defeated Kuzhu in just fifteen moves. His martial arts skills were far beyond the monks' imagination. Even if they were angry, they could not say anything because they were not as skilled as Huang Yaoshi. At that moment, all the monks looked at Kucheng, wanting to see what countermeasures the abbot had. Ku Cheng originally thought that the two young men had good martial arts skills and high internal strength, but their moves and experience might not be comparable to those of the Shaolin masters. However, he never expected that the young man in green, Huang Yaoshi, even had such exquisite moves. If Huang Yaoshi is so powerful, then how powerful is the martial arts of Ouyang Feng, the white-clothed young man who is even stronger than him? Could it be possible that he could really defeat any expert present within ten palm strikes? "Brother Abbot, let me take on this one." The head monk of the Dharma Academy, Kuzhi, stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "I'm here to meet the donor Ouyang." Seeing Kuzhi come forward, the monks all breathed a sigh of relief. As the head monk of the Dharma Academy, Kuzhi's martial arts skills can be ranked among the top three in the entire Shaolin. And the martial arts skills of the top three are similar. For example, even if the abbot is slightly better than Kuzhi, the chances of winning and losing in a real competition are only 50-50. Therefore, if even Kuzhi is no match for Ouyang Feng, and is even defeated by his ten palms, then there is no need to compete further, Shaolin will just admit defeat. The monks held their breath and watched Kuzhi step forward. Ouyang Feng bowed to Kuzhi and said: "Huashan, Ouyang Feng, please give me some advice, Master." He had previously said that he could defeat anyone present within ten palm strikes, so the old monks such as Kuzhi thought that this was a young man who was even crazier than Huang Yaoshi. But I didn't expect that he would be so polite when he really went into battle. This contrast made Zhi Mo Ming feel flattered. He quickly clasped his hands together in return: "Amitabha, thank you for your courtesy, young man." After the two sides exchanged greetings, Ouyang Feng said, "Master, be careful!" After saying that, he took a step forward, crashing into the air with a loud bang, and instantly rushed in front of Kuzhi, raised his hand and pushed him out horizontally. Before the palm arrived, a surging wave of air had already hit him in the face, making Kuzhi feel a tightness in his chest and his breathing was suffocated. He did not dare to delay and quickly raised his hand, using the "Eight Divine Fists" to confront Ouyang Feng head-on. Bang! The two palms hit Kuzhi hard, and his whole body trembled. He took a step back, shocked to realize that this boy's skills were unfathomable and his palm force was unstoppable. When he was about to change his fighting style, Ouyang Feng was already following him like a shadow, and did not give him a chance to change his tactics, and blasted him with another palm. Kuzhi had no choice but to summon up his true energy and meet the attack with all his strength. However, he collided with the opponent's palm and couldn't help but take a step back. Ouyang Feng took another step forward and slammed out again. Earlier, when Huang Yaoshi and Kuzhu fought, their moves were brilliant and varied. Even though they were enemies, the monks could not help but be dazzled and amazed. At this moment, Ouyang Feng and Huang Yaoshi were completely at two opposite extremes. He hardly changed his moves, but relied on his swift and lightning-fast lightness skills to follow Kuzhi closely and attack him with palm after palm. There was no change in the moves, and the fighting style was ordinary, but it was this almost uninteresting fight that made the faces of the high monks of the Ku generation change drastically and they were terrified. Because this means that Ouyang Feng has absolute control over the battle situation. As long as he doesn't want to, even with Kuzhi's martial arts, he can't even change his moves and can only endure the fight with him. Not many people can see the tricks at the scene.
Except for the senior monk Ku, the rest of the monks were all confused and bewildered. They thought that Ouyang Feng's moves were ordinary and without any tricks. He could only move one step and one palm foolishly. Why did Master Kuzhi fight him honestly? Why didn't he change his moves? If he wanted to defeat Ouyang Feng by relying on his strength, the one who was retreating step by step was obviously Master Kuzhi! The ordinary monks didn't understand what was going on, but the fire monk saw through it. He looked at Ouyang Feng with shock on his face, and at the same time he was filled with frustration. Because he found that he couldn't learn the kung fu from the young man in white by stealing. Because Ouyang Feng didn't change his moves at all, he just kept on striking back and forth with one palm after another. How can he learn without any skills? Just when he was feeling depressed, he heard a loud bang and Zen Master Kuzhi took several steps back. With each step he left a footprint about an inch deep on the ground, but he still could not stand firm. It was not until the abbot Kucheng supported Kuzhi from behind that Kuzhi was able to stand firmly. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and bowed to Ouyang Feng: "Amitabha, thank you for showing mercy." He and Ouyang Feng exchanged ten palm strikes. After ten palm strikes, the blood in his chest was boiling and his internal energy was completely dissipated. If he was hit again, he would be shocked to death. "Concession." Ouyang Feng bowed in return and glanced at the Fireworks Monk. Seeing that the other party was looking at him in shock and frustration, he nodded slightly to the Fireworks Monk, then turned and left: "Pharmacist, now that you have learned Shaolin Kung Fu, it is time to go down the mountain." Huang Yaoshi chuckled, flicked his sleeves, turned around gracefully, and laughed: "After all, the Shaolin of today is no longer the Shaolin before the migration to the south, where masters abounded and divine monks ruled the world. In the next thirty, fifty, or even seventy years, as long as you and I are not dead, this martial arts world will be yours and mine. The Shaolin School... is destined to be suppressed by Ouyang Feng of Mount Hua and Huang Yaoshi of the East China Sea!" When the Shaolin monks heard this, some sighed in shame, some closed their eyes and clasped their hands together, some turned pale, and some were filled with anger. Some monks even couldn't help but whisper in the abbot's ear: "Abbot, there are only two of them. No matter how high their martial arts skills are, their internal energy is not infinite. All the monks in the temple will attack them in a great Arhat formation. We will definitely exhaust them to death!" When Kuzhi heard this, he glared at the monk who had spoken and shouted: “Kuzhen, you are an elder of the Discipline Hall, how can you say such shameless words! You attack two teenagers under 20 years old, do you want to destroy the reputation of our Shaolin?” The head monk of the Arhat Hall, Ku Hui, also frowned and said: "Both young men showed mercy, how can we be so shameless?" The grumpy Kuzhu also nodded and said: "Yes, although I was defeated, I accepted the defeat sincerely. Although Huang Yaoshi's kid was a bit wild and had a sharp tongue, he still held back when he attacked and didn't hurt me too badly." Several high-ranking officials were against it, so Ku Zhen, the elder of the Discipline Academy who proposed the siege, could only keep a gloomy face and keep silent. It was only then that the abbot Kucheng slowly said: "My Shaolin Temple is first and foremost the home of Zen Buddhism, and only secondarily, a martial arts sect. Zen comes first, and martial arts comes second. The order of priority must be clearly distinguished. However, my Shaolin martial arts is too famous, and many monks have been influenced by this reputation and have already unconsciously reversed the order of priority. They chant Amitabha, but their temperaments are just as brave and aggressive as ordinary martial artists, and even bullying the weak is not uncommon." He looked around at the monks and said solemnly: "As long as Huashan Ouyang Feng and Donghai Huang Yaoshi are not dead, the martial arts world will probably be theirs for the next fifty or seventy years. Therefore, we in Shaolin should be more low-key in the future, cultivate our character, meditate and recite scriptures, and rectify the distorted atmosphere." Regardless of whether they were convinced or not, the monks could only bow their heads, clasp their hands together, and chant "Amitabha".
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