Comprehensive Wu: Poor monk Jigong, sign in to Wudi City at the beginning

Chapter 63: Bear a thousand grave sins, and refining will not die.

“Check in now.”

Li Xiuyuan meditated in his heart.

【Ding! Congratulations to the host for the successful check-in, reward: 100 clothes! 】

Li Xiuyuan smiled maniacally.

Clothes? Not bad!

The so-called hundred clothes are clothes sewn with hundreds of patches. It can be said that each patch is a merit.

Ordinary Buddhist practitioners are not even qualified to wear them.

Even if it is forcibly worn, if there is filth hidden in the heart, the robe will instantly change from a treasure robe to a cage. It makes the wearer feel painful.

And the hundred clothes that the system gave to Li Xiuyuan were even more amazing. Gathered above it is the secret of the practice of a hundred schools.

These dense texts are written on every patch of the clothes.

Just by wearing this garment on your body, the cultivation methods of the hundred schools can be directly imprinted in the heart field. For example, the requirements of the peasants, the secret legends of the Mo family, the classics of Confucianism…

Everything converges on this little tattered clothes.

And Li Xiuyuan’s hundred clothes have unparalleled defensive capabilities. After putting it on, you can not invade evil spirits, and all demons will not approach.

Any terrifying attack between heaven and earth cannot pierce a hundred clothes.

Li Xiuyuan stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and immediately the tattered clothes were caught in his hands. With a forceful spin, he draped his clothes over his body.

The moment he put on his clothes, the small words that were densely written on the patch instantly faded and disappeared into Li Xiuyuan’s skin.

The cultivation masters of the hundred schools also poured into his heart in an instant.

Li Xiuyuan only felt that there was a vast wild current in his consciousness, which was overwhelming the sky and washing away in his mind. Where the wild current has been used, those who are the masters of a hundred families are all one with him.

The progress of Jigong’s role has once again increased by 1%.

Now, Li Xiuyuan’s cultivation has reached 34%, and he has taken another big step away from breaking through the Earth Immortal. Li Xiuyuan believes that as long as he can eliminate Shaolin this time, he will definitely be able to improve the progress of his role again. Even if it is directly broken through to the Earth Immortal One Heavy, it is not impossible.

After all, his current identity is a monk. And in Shaolin, they are all monks.

With the same point, Li Xiuyuan strode up the stairs.

……

At this time, before the Shaolin Mountain Gate, it had become a pot of porridge. Xuanci led many monks to guard the gate of Shaolin.

Below, there are countless people from all walks of life. There are Duan Yanqing, Ye Erniang, Yue Laosan, and Yunzhong He. There are many disciples of the Qigang and disciples of various sects.

In the center of the crowd, there are three figures fighting to the death, fists and feet fighting each other. It was Xiao Yuanshan, Qiao Feng, father and son, and Murong Bo.

At this time, the truth had been revealed, and the father and son joined forces to besiege Murong Bo, wanting to avenge the blood sea. Every move is to kill the other party.

“Murong Bo, you old thief don’t want to leave today, I will kill you with my own hands to avenge the blood sea” [! ”

Xiao Yuanshan’s eyes were blood-red, like a mad tiger.

Thirty years of resentment made him want to crush Murong Bo to ashes.

“Hahaha… Xiao Yuanshan, Qiao Feng, my life is here, if you have the ability, then take it!” ”

Murong Bo looked up to the sky and laughed, and then fought with the two again.

Although Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan were both old, their cultivation was not bad, and they had both reached the realm of King Kong. Therefore, this battle is also a dangerous and thrilling battle.

The fists and feet are ruthless, and the swords have no eyes.

All three have already used their whole lives to put their opponents to death. Aju stood not far away, looking at it with a worried expression.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The sound of fists and feet clashing in the field echoed deafeningly, and the battle situation was becoming more and more miserable. Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were already bleeding from the corners of their mouths, but they were still fighting to the death.

However, under the attack of father and son, Murong Bo was almost unable to support it and was trying to find an opportunity to escape. Although he couldn’t beat it, if he wanted to escape, Qiao Feng’s father and son couldn’t stop him.

At this moment, a crazy voice suddenly came from a distance.

“Oh, this Shaomuro Mountain is fighting so big today, it seems that the monk I didn’t come in vain!”

Although this voice was not made with force, it instantly swept the entire Shaomuro Mountain.

Everyone’s movements stopped temporarily.

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw a monk in tattered clothes, walking towards him with a young boy with clear eyebrows. While walking, I also nibbled on the chicken leg in my hand.

“Master Daoji!”

When Qiao Feng saw Li Xiuyuan, he quickly stepped forward to salute. Aju also saluted respectfully.

Daoji?

Hearing this name, the faces of all the Shaolin monks became extremely ugly.

Now, it has spread all over the rivers and lakes, and the two moves of Dharma Laozu have been locked up in the gourd by the Daoji system.

Xuanci stepped forward and said, “I didn’t know that Master Ji was coming, I couldn’t welcome you from afar, and I asked for forgiveness, I don’t know why Master Ji came this time…”

Xuanci’s face was calm when he spoke, but a layer of cold sweat had broken out in the palm of his hand. It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that Daoji once said to eliminate Shaolin, is it not true?

Dharma Ancestor was suppressed by him, which is a feud with Shaolin. But at this moment, it is not the time to turn heads with him.

Shaolin was not ready, and Xuanci could only be aggrieved for the time being.

If the first one in the Hanging Temple is born in the future, he will clean up this crazy monk. Li Xiuyuan nibbled on the chicken leg, ignored Xuanci, and went straight to the center of the crowd. Things have to be handled one by one.

“You crazy monk, is Daoji?”

Murong Bo looked at Li Xiuyuan unkindly, and there was a chill in his eyes. Originally, he could have been hiding in Shaolin for a few more years and implementing other plans.

But because Li Xiuyuan told everything to Qiao Feng, he was exposed. Now he has nothing left and is unloveable.

Naturally, he hated Li Xiuyuan, and naturally he was not as afraid as others.

Li Xiuyuan glanced at Murong Bo and said, “Murong Lao’s benefactor is calculating an empty situation, which is really pitiful!” ”

Speaking of this, Li Xiuyuan’s words changed: “However, the people who have given their lives in vain because of your ambition for thirty years are even more pitiful. ”

“Amitabha, bear a thousand grave sins, and practice not to die; Poor monk Daoji, send you west today! ”

Brush!

When the words fell, Li Xiuyuan volleyed his fingers.

A Xuan force was like a sword, and a pop penetrated Murong Bo’s throat! Tick – drops of blood fall to the ground and break into plum blossoms.

The plum blossoms bloomed on the ground, and Murong Bo’s body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Until he died, his eyes were still wide, and when he looked closely, there was a thick unwillingness in the depths of his eyes. Is it an exclamation of hopelessness for restoration? Or is it reassuring for your son?

Nobody knows.

Everyone looked at Li Xiuyuan, and their faces were a little strange.

Dao Ji is obviously a monk, how can he say that killing is killing? Even if you kill someone, you have to let people say something, right?

A breeze blew, and everyone shivered unconsciously.