Chapter 213: Gu Qing Showed Off

The Tianlong Temple was built in the early Tang Dynasty, backed by Cangshan Mountain and facing Erhai Lake, with three pagodas inside, the crown of all treasures. The emperors of the Duan family of Dali often abdicated to become monks and became monks in this Tianlong Temple. Thus, the Dali imperial family also worshipped and offered to the Tianlong Temple, making the Tianlong Temple increasingly magnificent.

Master Master Xuanbei walked in this Tianlong Temple, feeling that although Dali was a small country, the Tianlong Temple was after all a state temple, and its atmosphere was magnificent, even surpassing the Shaolin Temple.

Duan Zhengming brought Gu Qing and Master Xuanbei, passed through the palace terraces, walked along the long corridors, and arrived at the Mouni Hall.

Abbot Benyin of the Tianlong Temple came out to greet them, bringing Gu Qing and Master Xuanbei into the hall.

"Master."

Duan Yu came here and bowed to Gu Qing.

Gu Qing looked at Duan Yu twice and said, "Perform well."

"This is the Prince Heir of Zhennan."

Abbot Benyin introduced to Master Master Xuanbei, saying, "This time, the Great Wheel Bright King is asking for the sword manual, so he will be the one to resist."

Master Master Xuanbei looked at Duan Yu, who was only twenty years old, with a handsome appearance and elegant manners, more like a scholar. However, his gaze also swept over Gu Qing, seeing Gu Qing's appearance like jade, feeling that this master and disciple were of the same lineage.

It was just that Duan Yu was still young, could he shoulder this heavy responsibility?

In the Jin series Jianghu, under normal progress, one needs to be thirty or forty years old to have successful internal energy, skilled martial arts, and truly enter the peak period.

"Believe in Duan Yu."

Gu Qing said to Master Xuanbei.

The Great Wheel Bright King arrived earlier than expected. Just a while after Gu Qing and the others sat down, the Great Wheel Bright King had already arrived outside the Tianlong Temple, and after being announced, he led his group into the Tianlong Temple.

"Bright King, please move to this Mouni Hall."

Under the leadership of Abbot Benyin, Hearing Jiumo Zhi arrived here.

"Tubo junior Hearing Jiumo Zhi, pays respects to the senior masters. There is impermanence and permanence, the twin trees are withered and flourishing, north, south, west, east, not false and not empty."

The Great Wheel Bright King Hearing Jiumo Zhi had a solemn appearance. Arriving here, he first called out the Buddha's name, breaking the Kurong Zen skill of Master Kurong.

Master Kurong turned around and met Hearing Jiumo Zhi.

Gu Qing also assessed Hearing Jiumo Zhi at this time.

Hearing Jiumo Zhi was in his fifties, wearing cloth clothes and straw sandals, his whole body carrying brilliance. When his gaze swept over Gu Qing, he nodded slightly, then looked at the monks of the Tianlong Temple, saying, "This old monk has an old friend from Gusu, Great Song, named Miss Murong Bo. In the past, this old monk met him by chance. This Miss Murong Bo peered into all the martial arts of the world, and was proficient in all of them. This old monk was able to receive his guidance for several days, and had many understandings of the doubts in his life..."

Hearing the name Miss Murong Bo, Master Xuanbei suddenly raised his eyebrows.

In the Battle of Yanmen Pass back then, the Shaolin Temple led the people of the Jianghu to mistakenly kill Xiao Xiao Yuanshan's family, causing a great disaster. Xuanzhi had always been thinking about Miss Murong Bo who spread the rumors, but visited him several times, and Miss Murong Bo avoided him. Later, when Master Xuanbei visited, Miss Murong Bo died suddenly.

But before that, Master Xuanbei insulted the Miss Murong family and touched the Miss Murong family from top to bottom, almost confirming that the Miss Murong family wanted to rebel. It was just that Miss Murong Bo died, and Xuanzhi did not pursue it.

"Old Mr. Miss Murong Bo discussed the sword arts of the world back then, and the Six-Pulse Divine Sword is the first. Regretting not seeing it is the greatest regret of his life."

Hearing Jiumo Zhi said again.

In the new revised version of *Tianlong*, some things about Miss Murong Bo were added. Generally speaking, after the Battle of Yanmen Pass, Miss Murong Bo was scared by Xiao Xiao Yuanshan and ran back to the cellar in Yanziwu. After hiding for a period of time, he began to go to the Shaolin Temple to steal scriptures. Because he was masked, Xiao Xiao Yuanshan also thought Miss Murong Bo was an enemy of the Shaolin Temple and even gave Miss Murong Bo pointers.

Miss Murong Bo and Hearing Jiumo Zhi's acquaintance was also during this period. Hearing Jiumo Zhi taught Miss Murong Bo the Flame Saber, and Miss Murong Bo taught Hearing Jiumo Zhi more than twenty of the Shaolin Temple's Seventy-Two Ultimate Skills. The two agreed that after Hearing Jiumo Zhi got the Six-Pulse Divine Sword, Miss Murong Bo would teach Hearing Jiumo Zhi the remaining Seventy-Two Ultimate Skills.

Since then, Hearing Jiumo Zhi studied martial arts, felt his skills were successful, and only then had this trip to the Tianlong Temple.

"Miss Murong Bo admires the scriptures, why didn't he come in person?"

Abbot Benyin asked.

"Miss Murong Bo knows that the Six-Pulse Divine Sword is the treasure of Dali and a secret that cannot be passed on. If he came to ask rashly, it would definitely not be allowed. And Miss Murong Bo also knows deeply that Dali is benevolent and thick, so it is not convenient to take it by force."

Hearing Jiumo Zhi said, "At that time, this old monk said that I had no friendship with Dali and could take it on his behalf." In his speech, Hearing Jiumo Zhi recalled the past, and tears dripped down.

The people behind Hearing Jiumo Zhi immediately sent a treasure box, in which three volumes of scriptures were placed.

"These three volumes of martial arts secrets are handwritten by Mr. Miss Murong Bo, which contain the mysteries, practice methods, and cracking methods of the Shaolin Temple's Seventy-Two Ultimate Skills."

Hearing Jiumo Zhi pointed to the scriptures, tears dripping, missing the past.

These three volumes of secrets were actually just more than twenty Shaolin ultimate skills, which was still far from the number of seventy-two.

"Ah?"

Monk Master Xuanbei stood up directly.

What does this mean? Miss Murong Bo admires the Duan family of Dali, so he doesn't come to steal the Six-Pulse Divine Sword, but the Shaolin Temple's martial arts can be stolen?

"Are these really the Shaolin Temple's Seventy-Two Ultimate Skills?"

Master Xuanbei shouted.

Hearing Jiumo Zhi had long known Master Xuanbei's identity, but was still calm. So what if he offended the Shaolin Temple?

Hearing Jiumo Zhi had been bitterly pursuing the Shaolin Temple's Seventy-Two Ultimate Skills just to go to the Shaolin Temple to kick the hall!

Seeing this, Master Xuanbei spread his five fingers and took Hearing Jiumo Zhi first.

Hearing Jiumo Zhi sat still, his hands not raised, his legs not lifted. Master Xuanbei had already reached close, but suddenly his body retreated, and the Buddha beads hanging on his chest suddenly shattered, and the beads fell to the ground, making a "pa pa" sound.

"Wuxiang Jie Finger?!"

Looking at the fallen Buddha beads, Master Xuanbei was both shocked and angry.

This was Hearing Jiumo Zhi attacking from his sleeves. And the Shaolin Temple's Wuxiang Jie Finger comes from the formless and imageless. Thus, Hearing Jiumo Zhi's hands were not raised, his legs were not lifted, and even his sleeves were not seen moving. The power of the Wuxiang Jie Finger had already penetrated his sleeves and hit Master Xuanbei.

"If you want to crack this Wuxiang Jie Finger, you have to think from the Dharma name of this master."

Hearing Jiumo Zhi was calm and looked at Monk Master Benxiang.

Monk Master Benxiang had a very high status in the Tianlong Temple and was one of the few who could practice the Six-Pulse Divine Sword. Hearing Hearing Jiumo Zhi say this, he thought for a moment and said, "Using Master Benxiang to break Wuxiang, the idea is very wonderful."

Hearing that Hearing Jiumo Zhi really possessed Shaolin ultimate skills and had a way to crack them, Master Xuanbei's face was already very ugly.

Gu Qing moved his eyebrows slightly, finding that Hearing Jiumo Zhi liked to show off intentionally or unintentionally.

This point was similar to Gu Qing.

Hearing Jiumo Zhi looked at the masters of the Tianlong Temple, requesting to use these Shaolin Temple's Seventy-Two Ultimate Skills to exchange for the Six-Pulse Divine Sword with the Duan family of Dali.

Master Xuanbei was on his side.

Master Kurong, the five Ben-generation monks of the Tianlong Temple, and Duan Zhengming shook their heads with high emotional intelligence. Hearing Jiumo Zhi saw that the Tianlong Temple refused to hand over the scriptures for a long time, and his color changed immediately. He put a "famous in name only" label on the Six-Pulse Divine Sword, wanting to see the Six-Pulse Divine Sword. If not, he would use the identity of the Tubo National Master to lead Tubo and Dali to war.

"Since the Master wants to see the Six-Pulse Divine Sword of Dali, we will use the Six-Pulse Divine Sword to learn from the Master's strange skills."

Abbot Benyin had already had a plan for the current situation, calm and composed, took a step back, and let Duan Yu appear.

Seeing that it was a young man who appeared, Hearing Jiumo Zhi was surprised in his heart, but his face did not change, signaling someone to send incense, six sticks in total, inserted five feet in front of him. He rubbed his palms together and waved forward, and the six incense heads lit up together. While everyone was surprised, they smelled a faint sulfur smell in the air.

This was generally a special incense, which Hearing Jiumo Zhi specially used to show off in front of people. At this time, this move of the Flame Saber really surprised everyone.

There was faint smoke here, and the formless blade energy and sword energy all had a place to go. Both sides saw the changes in the smoke, and they could prepare early to avoid accidental injury and death.

Hearing Jiumo Zhi reached out horizontally, and the formless Flame Saber passed through the smoke and went toward Duan Yu.

Duan Yu stood in the Mouni Hall. Seeing the blade energy coming, he pointed his thumb, and a sword energy sprayed out. The sword path was earth-shattering, like a wind and rain coming. With one finger, the green smoke condensed by the Flame Saber was immediately split in two. Fortunately, Hearing Jiumo Zhi's left hand was already lying in front of him, and he slashed into the air, blocking this sharp sword momentum.

Duan Yu tapped his fingertips lightly, his index, middle, ring, and little fingers turning in sequence. Only a few sharp "chi-chi" sounds were heard as several sword Qi broke through the air, weaving through the blue smoke and heading toward Jiumo Zhi.

Hearing Jiumo Zhi looked at these sword paths, some clever and flexible, some open and close, some clumsy and simple, some light and fast, some coming and going. Such formless sword energy, if encountered at ordinary times, could only be predicted from the point of the finger. Now that there was smoke, it was easy for Hearing Jiumo Zhi to see it with his eyes. But Duan Yu's five fingers fired together, ten fingers flicked continuously, crisscrossing, as if ten swords were stabbing together at the same time. In the response, there was no order of priority, so how could he fight?

Hearing Jiumo Zhi couldn't fight!

Hearing Jiumo Zhi flew back, dodging left and right, the Flame Saber slashing continuously, blocking slightly.

!

Master Kurong, Benyin, Master Benxiang, Ben-can, Duan Zhengming, and others looked at Duan Yu showing off his power, feeling proud.

The Prince Heir of Zhennan, who had never liked practicing martial arts, had now risen as a genius and become the pride of the Duan family of Dali.

Duan Yu's fingers turned like a kaleidoscope, sword energy crisscrossing, and the sword moves in the Six-Pulse Divine Sword manual were played more and more. All of this had to be attributed to the divine art taught by Gu Qing.

At that time, Duan Yu relied on the first and second volumes of the North-Ming Divine Art to absorb vast internal energy. After being taught the *Yi Jin Jing* by Gu Qing, although Duan Yu didn't know the name of the internal energy, he felt that these thousands of complex and profound words, breathing, luck, spitting and swallowing, and moving, the originally massive true energy was introduced into the already dug river, moving back and forth, and achieved great success.

When Xiaolongnu told Yang Guo about the wonderful use of the Cold Jade Bed, she once said that internal energy is moving against the blood. When people sleep at night, internal energy will not circulate, and blood flow will operate as usual, which will disperse the internal energy. The internal energy originally accumulated by the human body will dissipate. Lying on the Cold Jade Bed can allow internal energy to circulate continuously day and night.

And the *Yi Jin Jing* is very different from the internal energy of the world. After it is cultivated, it is tied to the spirit of the five internal organs, and the internal energy is circled in the meridians. With the tide of blood flow, it is natural, which also makes Duan Yu's control of true energy like an arm, doing whatever he wants.

After Duan Yu practiced the *Yi Jin Jing* and guided the flow to emptiness, Duan Zhengming was still worried about Duan Yu's state, so he brought Duan Yu to the Tianlong Temple for the masters to observe. He didn't expect that after this observation, Duan Yu was stronger than Master Kurong and the five Ben-generation monks of the Tianlong Temple. Duan Yu could learn the Six-Pulse Divine Sword that these Ben-generation monks couldn't use as soon as he tried.

Now Duan Yu's sword technique changed, sword energy crisscrossed, and Hearing Jiumo Zhi regretted it, feeling that coming to the Tianlong Temple today was truly asking for humiliation.

"Chi chi chi!!!"

Duan Yu's fingers crossed, and sword energy was released at will.

"Wait!"

Hearing Jiumo Zhi called out to stop.

Duan Yu stopped there.

Hearing Jiumo Zhi narrowed his eyes and immediately sneak-attacked.

After the exchange with Duan Yu, Hearing Jiumo Zhi already knew deeply that the Six-Pulse Divine Sword was indeed invincible. Once the distance between the two sides was opened, Hearing Jiumo Zhi could only be beaten. And after delaying for a period of time, seeing Duan Yu's sword energy filling the air, seemingly endless, and not seeing fatigue, he let Duan Yu stop, and then suddenly sneak-attacked, wanting to fight close-quarters.

"Chi!"

A line of fire shot over urgently, sharp and fierce, bright before his eyes. Hearing Jiumo Zhi's footsteps paused, looking at the line of fire bright before his eyes, and then gradually dispersed.

Everyone followed the direction of the fire line and saw Gu Qing sitting on a futon. At a position far in front of him, there was an oil lamp, which was now lit, and the lamp oil inside had been hit away by more than half.

Just now, Gu Qing suddenly made a move, pointing at the lamp oil with his hand, thereby forming a line of fire, blocking in front of Hearing Jiumo Zhi.

This lamp oil control was uniform, and the attainment of internal energy was unimaginable...

Hearing Jiumo Zhi watched the fire line extinguish, knowing that he had completely failed. His gaze looked at Gu Qing, and he was about to speak, when he was suddenly dumbfounded.

The oil lamp in front of Gu Qing was bright, magnifying Gu Qing's shadow, completely covering it on the portrait of Sakyamuni behind him. And Gu Qing sat on the futon, and the Sakyamuni behind him were the same. Gu Qing and the Buddha echoed each other, and the shadow behind him seemed to have the power of "Heaven and Earth, I am the only one."

"Many thanks..."

Master Kurong of the Tianlong Temple, the five Ben-generation monks, and Duan Zhengming bowed to Gu Qing one after another to thank him.

Duan Yu was the future of Dali and could not be lost.

This looked like worshipping Buddha to Hearing Jiumo Zhi.

Lost!

Hearing Jiumo Zhi had always lost people but not the formation, but in this Mouni Hall of the Tianlong Temple, Hearing Jiumo Zhi had to admit that he had been shown off by Gu Qing!

This was more uncomfortable for Hearing Jiumo Zhi than a direct failure!

"Yu'er, take the Shaolin Temple's ultimate skills to Master Xuanbei."

Gu Qing's voice was light, and he ordered.

Duan Yu bowed to Gu Qing, walked honestly to Hearing Jiumo Zhi's box, and took the three volumes of scriptures copied by Miss Murong Bo inside to Master Xuanbei.

"Benefactor is compassionate."

Master Xuanbei got the secret manual of the Shaolin Temple's Seventy-Two Ultimate Skills, thanked Gu Qing sincerely, offered merit, and flipped through two pages casually. Seeing that it was indeed the Shaolin Temple's ultimate skills, he was furious in his heart.

This was no longer an ordinary rebel, he must strike with a heavy fist!

At the same time, Master Xuanbei was also very impressed by Gu Qing's high style. Who among the practitioners in the world didn't want the Shaolin Temple's Seventy-Two Ultimate Skills? Gu Qing didn't even look at them and sent the scriptures to his hands...

"Bright King..."

Gu Qing called out lightly.

"This old monk has lost."

Hearing Jiumo Zhi looked at Gu Qing and the shadow behind him. In the flickering of the lamp fire, it was as if the Buddha behind him had awakened. He said sincerely, "Benefactor's divine art, this old monk admires."

Hearing Jiumo Zhi also learned this posture.

Gu Qing smiled. For this effect, Gu Qing also found several angles.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 214 =====