The Villain's Counterattack

Chapter 451 Xu Zhu: I am very weak and only know the Arhat Fist

Since ancient times, everyone has understood and abided by the principle that the strong are respected. The Shaolin monks can beat up the monk on Shenshan Mountain and suppress Zheluo Star, but they really cannot beat Jiumozhi. This person not only has a sensitive identity, but also has extraordinary martial arts. He has displayed exquisite Shaolin skills, which makes these Shaolin monks feel inferior.

Abbot Xuanci and others were at a disadvantage and had to give in temporarily and agreed to release Polo Star. However, doing so would be a huge blow to Shaolin. The situation was beyond their control, and they were not sure they could really keep these eight masters, especially Jiumozhi. There was a high probability that they would not be able to keep him, and if they were not careful, Shaolin would be flooded with blood.

Shaolin wanted to give in, but could not resist the fact that Jiumozhi's purpose in coming here was to destroy Shaolin, so he still refused to give in and seemed to want to beat Shaolin to death with a stick, which made the Shaolin monks very angry. He had suffered losses in Dali Tianlong Temple and witnessed the decisiveness of the old Zen Master Kurong. Now seeing Shaolin giving in everywhere, he became more rampant.

The Shaolin monks had deep feelings for Shaolin, so they naturally wouldn't tolerate his outspoken words. They tried to argue with him, but Jiumozhi was also a ruthless man, so he directly injured him with his mastery of the Flower-Picking Finger.

The injured man was Shaolin Master Xuan Du. This Master was a kindly person, deeply beloved by the younger monks of the temple. Xu Zhu had served this old monk for eight months in his youth, and before meeting Murong Fu, he had also received instruction in the Arhat Fist from him, with whom he had developed a strong friendship. Upon seeing Master Xuan Du injured, Xu Zhu knew that any delay in helping him would mean his life was in danger. Without giving it any thought, he quickly rushed to Xuan Du's side and lifted him up with a single palm.

Xu Zhu had an excellent memory. The martial arts Murong Fu taught him were mainly based on Buddhism, and he also talked about some methods of saving lives. Xu Zhu didn't care about fighting and killing, but those methods of saving lives were quite to his liking, so he memorized a lot of them.

Xu Zhu was born in Shaolin, so Murong Fu often told him some of the secrets of Shaolin martial arts and methods of practicing and breaking them, which naturally also included methods of treatment. Although they were all general discussions, they made Xu Zhu's knowledge increase a lot invisibly. As his martial arts improved, these foundations gradually became his own.

Normally, he would know the names of martial arts and how to deal with them just by looking at other fellow disciples practicing. Although he secretly laughed at his own arrogance, he couldn't help but recall Murong Fu's words and deeds when he practiced these martial arts, as if all the martial arts in Shaolin were like that, and not even as good as the Murong family's 108 Arhat Fists.

Xu Zhu used his left hand fingers and palms in turn, and in an instant sealed the eleven acupuncture points above, below, left and right of Master Xuan Du's wound. The blood stopped flowing out, and then he fed a Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pill of the Murong family into his mouth.

After the young monk Xuzhu tore off his monk robe to bandage him, Master Xuandu, who had been to the gates of hell, finally caught his breath and admitted that his Flower-Picking Finger skill was not as good as Jiumozhi's.

The young monk Xu Zhu said, "Uncle Grand Master, what he used was not the Flower Picking Finger, nor was it a Buddhist martial art."

The 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills are famous far and wide, but they were created by more than one person. There are many different techniques and many conflicts between them. It is impossible for anyone to master them all. It is fine to just imitate the moves, but if one really studies them in depth and practices diligently, and reaches a high level of proficiency, even if they only have a dozen or so unique skills, it will be enough to cause their internal energy to conflict with each other and lead them astray.

The best example is Master Xuancheng, who is known as the best martial artist in the past two hundred years. He was originally a Shaolin disciple. If his own people are like this, what about outsiders?

Jiumozhi knew his own business and thought that he was a little impatient just now and was too heavy-handed. He had no mercy from a monk at all, which was very different from the Flower-Picking Finger that only pressed the acupoints to defeat the enemy without hurting anyone. Xuzhu was originally a simple young monk with deep Buddhist roots, so he saw the difference at a glance. In addition, with Murong Fu's guidance and the peculiarity of the "Yi Jin Jing", he was able to see many things that ordinary people could not see.

Jiumozhi would naturally not admit it, but Xuzhu was not good at speaking, so he had to demonstrate the difference between Master Xuandu's Flower-Picking Finger and Jiumozhi's Flower-Picking Finger. Although he could not make it exactly the same, the difference was obvious to anyone with a discerning eye.

"Little monk, you have great Kung Fu." Jiumozhi had originally gained the upper hand and was about to defeat the Shaolin monks. How could he allow others to ruin his plans? The smile on his face remained unchanged, but his actions were not slow at all. He directly used the "Canyon Sky Wind" of the Prajna Palm to attack.

Xu Zhu was slightly startled by the ferocious power of his palm, but his movements didn't slow at all. He instinctively unleashed an Arhat Fist, neutralizing the palm power. Jiumozhi's sudden attack certainly didn't test Xu Zhu's strength. He only felt that his internal strength was unique and his moves were exquisite. He could confirm that they were Buddhist skills, but he was a little unsure for a moment, as he had never seen them before.

"Young Master, are you using Shaolin Kung Fu? I came to the temple today to learn the Shaolin School's magical skills. Why are you teaching me some unorthodox martial arts? Shaolin Kung Fu has always been considered one of the best in the Song Dynasty. Is it just a reputation that makes it inadequate to compete with foreign martial arts?" Jiumozhi challenged Xu Zhu, but Xu Zhu said with certainty, "I am a humble monk. I have only learned this Luohan Fist from our sect. Because of my limited skills, I have never left the temple, and I have nowhere to learn other martial arts."

Jiumozhi's mouth twitched slightly. Is this Shaolin Luohan Fist? The basic martial arts that lays the foundation for lesser-known disciples? Who are you trying to fool?

Jiumozhi retorted with disbelief, but Xuzhu said, "Shaolin Arhat Fist is profound and extensive. The full set consists of 108 moves, corresponding to the 108 Arhat formations. The entry-level set consists of 36 moves, corresponding to the 36 Arhat formations. I am of humble origin and have only learned this set of skills. I learned it not long ago and have yet to fully master it. Once I have mastered the Arhat Fist, I can then seek the Skanda Palm."

Upon hearing this, the Shaolin monks looked at each other in bewilderment. "Is there a so-called complete version of our Shaolin Luohan Fist?" Luohan Fist and Luohan Formation correspond to each other. How could we, the Xuan generation monks, not know this?

Abbot Xuanci looked at Xuzhu carefully, and upon hearing his name, he immediately understood. Wasn't this the ugly little monk that Master Murong always teased? Normally, he worked hard on his lessons, but after exchanging a few moves with Jiumozhi, his martial arts skills were immediately revealed, and he was surprisingly not inferior to himself.

He was wondering how to deal with the attack from the Tibetan national teacher, but when he saw Xu Zhu, he was overjoyed and asked him to fight with Jiumozhi. He pointed out that Xu Zhu was from the Xu generation, so even if he failed, it would not damage the reputation of Shaolin. If he could hold out for one or two incense sticks, he would be able to make Jiumozhi give up.

Jiumozhi was furious, but he was not afraid at all, and it was even more impossible for him to avoid the fight. He attacked with the advanced skill of Prajna Palm.

As a junior monk with the surname "Xu", young monk Xu Zhu had never been noticed. It was common for him to go to various places and do odd jobs. Even the many senior Shaolin monks had never been on guard against him. He had seen most of the 72 Shaolin unique skills practiced by people in the temple, and even if there were other things, some of the moves looked familiar. In addition, Murong Fu had previously commented on each of them, which made his impression even more profound. Now, Jiumozhi wanted to defeat him with the 72 Shaolin unique skills, but he was misguided.

Xu Zhu, riding a horse, pulled a bow, and swung his fists with vigor and energy. Every move was imbued with a sense of ancient simplicity, yet he managed to shatter Jiumozhi's unique martial arts. For a moment, the two men were evenly matched. However, unlike Xu Zhu's simple Arhat Fist, Jiumozhi was more than willing to show off, unleashing the Great Vajra Fist, the Shadow-following Kick, the Tara Finger, the Burning Wood Sword Technique, the Unfixed Finger of Great Wisdom, the Dispelling Worry Finger, the Nirvana Grasp, the Indra Grasp, and the Dragon Claw Technique, each displaying beautiful and exquisite moves.

It took a while for him to become as fierce as a tiger, but when he saw the effect, it was stupid. No matter how he changed his moves, the young monk Xu Zhu held on to the Arhat Fist, and fought steadily as if he had eight arms, and he actually held on.

As time went on, the more they clashed, the more relaxed the young monk Xu Zhu became. His simple nature, deep Buddhist roots, and his training in the Yi Jin Jing (Yi Jin Jing) gave him not only profound internal energy but also rapid regeneration, and exceptional defense and healing abilities. Murong Fu's 72-style Arhat Fist, many of which drew inspiration from the 72 Shaolin secret techniques, even vaguely countered them. Had Xu Zhu not practiced the Yi Jin Jing, he might not have been able to fully master it, likely because it was also a hodgepodge.

Jiumozhi continued to improve his skills and increase the pressure on Xuzhu. However, in Xuzhu's eyes, he was not as fast or strong as Master Murong. His moves were awkward and not as smooth as Master Murong's. He was also far inferior in adaptability. As a result, he gradually felt less pressure.

Murong Fu: The 72 unique skills that Jiumozhi learned were originally taught by his father. They are profound and extensive but not integrated. How can they be compared with the Tianshan Zhemei Hand that integrates all the martial arts in the world? You originally practiced the "Yi Jin Jing" and later learned the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra". Your strength and speed have been greatly improved. Now you are concentrating on defense. It is not easy for ordinary top masters to break through.

However, the more the Shaolin monks of the Xuan generation watched, the more frightened they became. Master Xuanbei had said before that Jiumozhi in Dali's Tianlong Temple once said that the old donor Murong Bo was proficient in the training and breaking methods of all the Shaolin 72 unique martial arts. They originally thought it was just a lie, but now it seems that it may not be false. Putting aside other things, just the Murong family's Arhat Fist performed by Xu Zhu was quite restraining to many Shaolin unique skills.

"To use Shaolin's unique skills to counter Shaolin's unique skills, Master Murong is truly a god." Gradually, Master Xuanbei saw more of the secrets. He chanted a Buddhist chant and whispered his findings to his fellow disciples, adding three words: "Yi Jin Jing."

The faces of the monks changed drastically, and their eyes towards Xu Zhu suddenly became different. The matter of Master Murong could be discussed later, but this young monk Xu Zhu must be trained as a priority.

At this moment, Jiumozhi swung his flaming sword repeatedly to force Xu Zhu away, then he suddenly retracted his hands and bent down, took out a dagger from his cloth socks, and stabbed it towards Xu Zhu's shoulder.

"Ming Wang, please show mercy!"

"You dare!"

"..." The Shaolin monks were horrified, and the faces of the senior monks such as Shenshan, Guanxin, Daoqing, Rongzhi, etc. were not very good.