The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 164: Infinite Vajra Protector Wall

“This…” The old monk Lingde trembled his long eyebrows. He waved his hand to ask the monk who had just come in to go out, and then he recited the scriptures in a low voice.

"Master, haven't you figured out how to cover up your lie yet?" Zhao Ti smiled and said, "Master, you were born in Shaolin, and you are of the Ling family. It is normal for you to be able to fight. I don't understand why you want to hide this."

Upon hearing this, the old monk Lingde sighed and said, "Although I was born in Shaolin, I left Songshan because of some personal grudges. Although I was not expelled from the sect, I reflected on myself and realized that all my martial arts skills came from Shaolin. I don't want to use them anymore, and I don't want to mention them."

Zhao Ti looked at the old monk Lingde with some disbelief. However, if the other party didn't say anything, it would be hard to tell whether it was true or not. As for any grudges, he could just make one up. After all, it happened a long time ago, and since the other party had not been expelled from the sect, he might not be able to get the answer even if he went to Shaolin to ask now.

But this is not the point. What Zhao Ti is really interested in is the other party's martial arts. He said, "Master Lingde said that the martial arts were all passed down from Shaolin. I don't know what kind of skills he used just now. I don't think it's the Seventy-Two Arts."

The old monk walked back to the table silently, picked up the teacup and took a sip: "What I practiced is the seventy-two arts..."

Zhao Ti said: "Master, you are joking. Are those the seventy-two arts?" After saying that, he winked at Jiumozhi.

Jiumozhi said: "Master, what you said is wrong. What I know is the seventy-two arts."

The old monk was unhappy when he heard this: "Master Xuanzhi just used Tibetan Buddhist skills, and I can tell that. It is unknown whether Master Xuanzhi is from Shaolin."

Jiumozhi shook his head: "I just didn't use Shaolin's unique skills just now, and I didn't say that the palm method is the 72 arts. It is better than the master using other kung fu to pretend. I will use it now for the master to see."

After he finished speaking, the thumb and index finger of his right hand were lightly placed together, as if he was holding a flower. A smile appeared on his face, and the five fingers of his left hand stretched forward.

On the front wall was a painting of some unknown spirit listening to the Buddha preaching. Below the painting was a small musical instrument table with a few tea bowls and a musical instrument case on it.

His fingers moved extremely gently, as if he was shaking off the dew on flowers, yet was afraid of shaking off the petals. There was always a smile on his face, as if the Buddha had held the golden bodhi flower in his hand and preached to all the people, and Venerable Kasyapa had smiled and understood.

Then you could hear the sound of "pa, pa" continuously. The tea bowl on the small piano table was hit by the force, jumped up and then fell down, making a crisp sound, but it did not break or fall down, which was very magical.

Seeing this, the old monk Lingde couldn't help but say: "The Zen sect's heart-to-heart enlightenment is the most important thing. Master Xuanzhi has done a lot of research on this finger of picking flowers."

Jiumozhi did not speak. He turned his body slightly and walked quickly to the side. This time, he quickly tapped another wooden chair with his ten fingers. Wood chips flew all over the chair and it kept shaking. In an instant, the chair had broken into pieces.

Then he laughed and said, "Doraye said that I learned ordinary things, and was a little overbearing, and I didn't get the true meaning of Buddhism."

Then I saw him pointing his finger at the broken wood without moving. The wood pieces suddenly started to dance and jump, as if being pulled by ropes, or moving on their own. His face was always gentle, and no emotion could be seen.

Old Monk Lingde said, "The Formless Tribulation Finger. I didn't expect Master Xuanzhi to be proficient in three finger techniques. This is truly rare."

Jiumozhi mastered these three finger techniques by himself, not by using the Little Wuxiang Gong. He obtained these three martial arts from Murong Bo a long time ago, and cultivated them one by one with his extraordinary talent. This is not the same as when he went to Shaolin Temple later and used the Little Wuxiang Gong to imitate other Shaolin martial arts.

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "This is the 72 arts. What unique art did Master Lingde use?"

The old monk Lingde picked up the tea bowl and poured water into his mouth again. Zhao Ti asked, "Master, haven't you made it up yet?"

The old monk Lingde almost choked on his sip of water and glared: "I'm thirsty, drink it first."

Zhao Ti smiled and shook his head, thinking to himself, although the old monk's skills just now were far inferior to the Sweeping Monk's three-foot qi wall, they seemed to be somewhat connected no matter how you looked at it.

Lingde put down his teacup and thought for a moment, "The martial arts I just used is called the Infinite Vajra Protecting the World Wall!"

Zhao Ti was silent after hearing this. Jiumozhi was puzzled and said, "Master, you must be joking. Where in Shaolin is this martial art?"

Monk Lingde said, "This is the essence of what I learned from the Yijin Sutra, the practice of the Vajra Indestructible Body, and the martial arts of the Zen mind method in the Seventy-Two Unique Arts. It is a combination of all of them." Zhao Ti sneered, "The essence of the Yijin Sutra, the practice of the Vajra Indestructible Body, and the other unique arts mind methods. It would be more appropriate to call it the Wanfa Guiyi Yushi Wall. Master, please change the name."

He didn't believe at all that the old monk was not telling the truth. Even if it was really created from Shaolin's unique skills, it would not bring him such fame.

Old Monk Lingde snorted, looking at the broken flower-patterned chairs with an unconvincing look, and said distressedly, "Donor Zhao, please donate less incense money today. These are all top-quality rosewood and red sandalwood."

Zhao Ti saw that he was looking around and talking about other things, so he said, "I want to ask the master something."

The old monk Lingde asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Ti said, "Master, you were born in Shaolin, and you are of the Ling generation. You were able to read Yi Jin Jing and Vajra Indestructible Body, which are scriptures that are not available to ordinary disciples. So you should have recognized all the masters in the temple at that time?"

The old monk Lingde was stunned: "Were there any masters in the temple at that time?"

Zhao Ti nodded: "Master, you have been in Xiangguo Temple for more than 30 years, so you should have been a monk for 50 to 60 years. You should still have some impression of the Shaolin masters from about 50 years ago."

Old Monk Lingde pondered, not knowing what Zhao Ti meant, and said, "I remember a little bit. Donor Zhao wants to ask..."

Zhao Ti said, "In the Sutra Library deep inside the temple, there is a skinny old monk who sweeps the floor. His martial arts skills are extremely high. Not to mention Shaolin, I'm afraid there is no rival for him in the entire martial arts world. Master, do you know who this person is?"

"The Sutra Library... the Sweeping Monk?" The old monk was stunned when he heard this: "Is there no rival in the whole martial arts world?"

Zhao Ti nodded and said, "That's right. I went to Shaolin a few days ago and saw him display his martial arts skills. They are somewhat similar to the Infinite Vajra Protecting World Wall that Master just displayed."

The old monk Lingde's eyes flickered, and after a long while he said, "How is this possible? This martial art of mine is a Shaolin secret technique that I created myself and has never been passed down. Could it be that the master also created his own martial arts? What did the master look like? Can Mr. Zhao describe him?"

Zhao Ti described the appearance of the Sweeping Monk. The old monk lowered his head in thought, and after a long while he raised his head and said, "I don't know him. Maybe that master is also like me, who has mastered many martial arts and created his own martial arts."

Zhao Ti stared at him for a long time. The old monk's face remained calm. He sighed and said, "Master, there is no more money for incense today."

Hearing this, the old monk Lingde was angry and said, "Let alone the incense money, Mr. Zhao, do you think you won't compensate for the things you destroyed?"

Zhao Ti stood up and walked out: "What compensation? It wasn't me who broke the chair."

Upon hearing this, Elder Monk Lingde looked at Jiumozhi and said, "Master Xuanzhi must pay compensation before leaving."

Jiumozhi had no money, not even a copper coin, so he hurriedly chased after Zhao Ti and said, "Master, the King of Yan asked me to beat him, so I need to ask Your Highness for money."

Old monk Lingde chased to the door: "Donor Zhao..."

Zhao Ti turned around and asked: "Master, what is your secular name?"

The old monk Lingde said: "My surname is Jiao, this desk and chair..."

Zhao Ti said, "I already said that I didn't break it. Whoever broke it should take it back."

"You..." Old Monk Lingde watched the two figures disappear quickly. The annoyance on his face gradually disappeared, and his expression turned into a hint of doubt, but then became a little heavy.

(End of this chapter)