Mixed in the heavens, merits and virtues become immortals

Chapter 66 Shaolin is so reasonable!
Gu Qing raised his hand, and the Tartar's head rolled several times on the ground.

"you you……"

The old monk looked at Gu Qing angrily, his heart sank. If he had suspected Gu Qing and came to question him just now, then now that Gu Qing had killed the Tartar, he would be forcing Shaolin Temple to take sides.

"Your Quanzhen Sect was burned down, do you also want to turn Shaolin Temple into a wasteland?"

The old monk said angrily.

Everyone knows that Quanzhen Sect is the leader of martial arts in the world, but everyone also knows that Shaolin Temple is the source of martial arts in the world. The two names are known together. Quanzhen Sect is very famous in the world today, but a fire set by the Mongolian prince Huodu caused Quanzhen Sect to lose Chongyang Palace and turned it into a wasteland, while the ancient Shaolin Temple has been preserved. Gu Qing's move is to drag Shaolin down with him.

"I'm so bad?"

Gu Qing heard the monks around him talking to each other, and finally understood what the Shaolin monks meant, and said in surprise.

The old monk was furious and shouted, "Arhat Hall monks, listen up! Surround him!"

Gu Qing killed someone in Shaolin Temple, so Shaolin Temple must give an explanation.

At this command, monks came in with sticks in their hands. There were a total of 108 monks, surrounding Gu Qing in the middle. At this time, the Mongolians in Shaolin Temple learned of the movement in front and swarmed here. Surrounded by many Mongolians, a Mongolian prince stood at the corner of the temple on the hillside and looked down at Gu Qing.

"Old Abbot, is this the man Tu Guqing?"

The Mongolian prince said: "As long as you capture him and hand him over to us, the Mongol Empire will immediately grant you the title of Dharma Master to protect the nation, and Shaolin Temple will be the first temple in Mongolia."

Mongolia today has a vast territory. To be called the number one temple in such a territory is extremely tempting for Shaolin.

The abbot of Shaolin at that time was Zen Master Tianming. After hearing this, he silently chanted and said, "Shaolin is a place outside the world..."

The old monk in the cassock stretched out his hand and the monks in the Arhat Hall heard the order, holding sticks in their hands, they attacked Gu Qing from the front, back, left and right.

Gu Qingren was in the formation. He struck the leading stick with a chop. The stick shook, and the monk behind it vomited blood and rolled to the ground limply.

At this moment, Gu Qing's moves were unique, fast and accurate, using palm strikes and finger jabs, which were all the basic skills of Quanzhen Sect. After hitting the stick, the monks behind him all raised their heads and vomited blood, then fell to the ground. There was no second trick for a monk.

The Shaolin monks were all trained in the Arhat Hall and were best at combined attacks. Upon seeing Gu Qing's fierce attack, they immediately changed their tactics, connected their sticks, and in an instant the whole thing was destroyed.

"What kind of martial arts are these?"

The old monk who gave the order asked the head monk of the Prajna Hall.

The disciples of Shaolin Temple travel around the world, and after returning to the mountain gate, they will report the various martial arts they encounter in the Prajna Hall. As long as there is something worth learning, the Prajna Hall will record it and then think of a way to crack it. Now, the old monk was surprised to see Gu Qing's palm strike, so he asked himself, aiming to let the Prajna Hall give a solution.

"The Quanzhen Sect's martial arts originated from Wang Chongyang."

The head of the Prajna Hall said, "When he was competing in the Huashan Sword Contest, he was called Zhongshentong. The word "Shentong" should refer to the way of exerting force in Taoist Kung Fu. This is something so mysterious that we can't break it just by looking at the moves."

The old monk frowned and looked into the formation, seeing the Shaolin monks approaching Gu Qing with their sticks connected, trying to trap Gu Qing inside with a human wall.

Gu Qing was in the middle of it, calm and composed. He kicked with his foot, and the sticks left here by the Shaolin monks suddenly moved forward and poked the monks' legs and feet. The monk was hit, and the monks next to him carried him forward. The iron barrel formation was intact, and Gu Qing's steps were continuous. More than a dozen sticks left here bounced up and went towards the surrounding monks.

The stick contains elasticity, and after a hit, it will bounce back towards Gu Qing. Gu Qing is among them, hitting the stick with his palm or foot. More than a dozen sticks are flying in the air, moving left and right. This situation is just like the Monkey King splitting the sticks in the folk legend.

The Shaolin monk could have been fine if he had just taken one blow, but now more than ten sticks came at him at once, and the force was endless. Even if he had practiced horizontal training kung fu, he couldn't withstand it. The sticks dropped from his hands one by one, and he fell back screaming.

The new wave of monks were about to move forward, but they saw Gu Qing holding a stick and twisting it in the air. The sticks in the air flew in all directions, and they were hit head-on and fell to the ground one by one. After several rounds, the 108-man Arhat formation had been mostly destroyed. The remaining monks really didn't dare to move forward. At this time, Gu Qing threw away the stick in his hand and suddenly pounced on the Mongols. The Mongols were watching the show, and seeing Gu Qing's unpredictable magical powers, they became timid and saw that Gu Qing was approaching.

"Snap, snap, snap!!!!"

Gu Qing made a series of palm strikes and easily made a circle among the Mongols. Then he turned over and flew towards the Mongolian prince under the eaves of the palace.

The Mongolian prince was about to call for help when he saw his subordinates spitting blood and rolling to the ground one by one. They had no reaction and were obviously dead.

Gu Qing, this devil, held back when attacking the monks of Shaolin Temple, but he would show no mercy when fighting the Tartars.

"Abbot, please save me!"

This Mongolian prince hid behind Abbot Tianming.

Abbot Tianming looked at Gu Qing coming, clasped his hands together as if praying, and when he got close, he suddenly stretched out his hand and chopped!
Gu Qing leaped up and flew forward, and his palm met that of Abbot Tianming. This was the first time that Gu Qing faced off against someone after he had mastered martial arts. When the two palms clashed together, Abbot Tianming felt as if he was hitting cotton, completely powerless.

Gu Qing and he clapped their hands as if it were an ordinary thing. His momentum did not slow down at all. At the same time when his right hand was clapping with that of Abbot Tianming, his left hand clenched into a fist and hit the Mongolian prince right on the head!

"boom!"

When fighting with Abbot Tianming, Gu Qing used soft force, and when chopping down the Mongolian prince, Gu Qing used hard force. This blow made the back of the Mongolian prince's head seem to have split open, and all the red and white blood splashed onto the hall behind him!
Abbot Tianming retracted his fist and thought about Gu Qing's moves just now. It was clear that he used two sets of martial arts at the same time, one hard and one soft, one to receive the palm and the other to bombard. This kind of move was beyond the common sense of Shaolin martial arts, but it was indeed highly effective.

"I told you, I have a disease that makes me unable to control my hands when I see Tartars."

Gu Qing retracted his fist, looked at Abbot Tianming, and said, "So I came to Shaolin to read the Buddhist scriptures and resolve my own mental obstacles."

Abbot Tianming came back to his senses and said, "Shaolin Temple's Dharma is convenient. It is of course not a problem for the donor to come and read the Buddhist scriptures." After that, Abbot Tianming invited Gu Qing to go to the Sutra Repository.

"Abbot!"

The old monk shouted: "He killed so many people in Shaolin Temple."

"Everyone will die one day. What difference does it make whether we die here or there?"

After Abbot Tianming and Gu Qing faced each other, they seemed to have gained enlightenment all of a sudden and became very reasonable.

"But……"

The old monk still had something to say.

“Although salt tastes good, eating too much of it can cause harm.”

Abbot Tianming said indifferently.

What the old man had not finished talking about was the story of the Mongolian national master, and the salt that Abbot Tianming mentioned was a Buddhist fable, which said that there was a man who found his food tasteless, so he added salt to it, and then he started to add more salt, which ended up damaging his mouth.

Abbot Tianming said this because the position of the Mongolian national teacher is like salt, which looks good, but is harmful if you eat too much.

The more important point is... Under their noses, Mongolian princes were killed, and they were all beaten into such a state by Gu Qing, and they still act as a royal preceptor?

(End of this chapter)