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Volume 3 Chaos Martial Arts Chapter 181 Funeral and Ceremony (Part 2)

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    Amidst the gentle and solemn chanting, Zhou Zhiruo faced the stone platform and prostrated herself. Her slightly delicate back seemed to have a hint of helplessness, as if her body was here but her soul had disappeared without a trace.  In the battle of Southern Shaolin, Zhou Zhiruo fought alone against the two Wudang heroes. His martial arts were so bizarre that no one in the world had ever seen them before, and everyone was astonished.  At that time, Zhou Zhiruo was probably the most frightening beauty in the world today, but at this moment, people could not help but sigh secretly that she was just a lonely and helpless girl.

    Long Xiaobao believed that he was not the only one to have this inexplicable feeling, but he also had an indescribable strange feeling compared to others.  He sat at the head of a row of seats on the east side, staring at Zhou Zhiruo's delicate back, feeling suddenly and inexplicably irritated.  At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo had finished kowtowing to the spiritual throne of Master Miejie and stood up.  As soon as she stood up like this, the aura of a weak woman that I felt pity for suddenly dissipated, and the extremely cold and chilling aura deep in her bones came back. Long Xiaobao felt a chill in his heart, and then he felt an inexplicable irritation.  Weird disappearance.

    All these subtle changes in mood only happened in an instant. Before Xiaobao had time to taste them carefully, Abbot Xuanci and Master Kongzhi had already stood up, faced the extinct spiritual throne, chanted the name of the Buddha, and bowed together.  Xiaobao and everyone else quickly stood up and bowed. In an instant, scenes of encounters and fights with Master Miejie flashed in their minds. The guy silently muttered: "Old nun, have a good journey"

    All the monks and lay disciples of the Emei Sect prostrated themselves, with sad expressions on their faces and tears in their eyes. Many young female disciples cried uncontrollably.  Today, all the male disciples of the Emei Sect stayed under the Golden Summit to welcome the guests. At this time, there were only female disciples on the peak. The leaders of the major gangs could hear the sound of women crying, and they felt increasingly sad.  Fortunately, the time of worship was not very long, and there were no pretentious ceremonies. The grief of the Emei disciples came from the heart. Such sincerity was a hundred times deeper than any superficial effort.

    After the memorial ceremony, Xiaobao and others took their seats. Master Jingxuan walked to the front of the stone platform and saluted everyone. Her eyes were red and tears were still there. She took a deep breath and said loudly: "Master, I will be reborn in bliss."  , return to the throne of the Buddha, our disciples will definitely honor her last wishes during her lifetime, support justice, eliminate demons and defend the Tao, and spread our sect. I also hope that all the senior sages and martial arts comrades will watch and help each other in the future, so that the majesty of our Central Plains martial arts community will last forever!"  Although she is an old nun who is over fifty years old, her voice is resonant and her words are as true as those of a man.

    Abbot Xuanci clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, how good it is! All martial arts sects share the same spirit. Shaolin Emei is the pure land of Buddhism, so we should respect and help each other. If the Emei sect encounters any difficulties in the future, please feel free to send a message to our temple to Master Zhou.  , Shaolin will definitely do its best."

    The Northern and Southern Shaolins are one family. Master Kongzhi said: ¡°What the abbot said is my Southern Shaolin¡¯s intention.¡±

    Yu Lianzhou followed up and said: "Before leaving, my master also gave instructions, and the meaning is the same as what the two masters said. To uphold the justice of the martial arts, we are all members of the martial arts community, and the Wudang Sect has the unshirkable responsibility."

    Zhou Zhiruo nodded and said: "Thank you Master Zhang, two masters." Even though she thanked her, her words were still cold and without warmth.  Everyone present had seen her appearance in Southern Shaolin, and knew that this young leader had such a cold temperament and was definitely not trying to be perfunctory.

    Since Shaolin Wudang has expressed its stance, the leaders of other gangs have responded.  When Long Xiaobao saw this situation, he thought that it was unreasonable not to explain a few words. Anyone could say something high-sounding anyway.  The guy coughed and was about to speak when he suddenly heard an old voice coming from afar: "Jinlun, the Protector of the Mongolian Kingdom, congratulates the new head of the Emei Sect on his succession!" This voice came from far away, and at first it was unexpected.  It seemed like he was under the Golden Dome of Emei. When he finished speaking, he was already outside the Golden Dome Hall.

    In the previous battle at Dashengguan, Long Xiaobao tried his cry for the first time and defeated Dalba with a sword, which made him famous. Since then, he has never met Jinlun Dharma King and his disciples again.  I didn't want to go to Emei today to worship Master Miejie. This extremely arrogant master of Tantric Buddhism, who had not been heard from for several years, would suddenly appear. It was really a big surprise.

    When the masters from various sects heard that the visitor announced that he was Jin Lun Dharma King, the crowd immediately became agitated.  Moreover, Jin Lun only said congratulations to Zhou Zhiruo for taking over Emei, but said nothing about Master Miejie's death. It was really rude, and the heroes couldn't help but feel angry.  Tang Wenliang, the five elders of Kongtong, had an upright temperament. He immediately stood up and shouted: "This old thief is a bald Tatar national master. He dares to arrogantly break into the Golden Summit of Emei. He is really arrogant and does not know life and death. Master Zhou, this is  We dare not cause trouble in the Emei Sect's holy land. You are the master, and with just one word from you, we will make sure that the thief Bald never comes back today!" Even though there are dissatisfactions between the various factions, they share the same hatred against the Mongolian enemy.  .  After Tang Wenliang finished speaking, most of the people immediately shouted in agreement and looked at Zhou Zhiruo.

    I saw that Zhou Zhiruo's cold and pretty face did not change at all. She ignored everyone's shouts, looked into the distance, and said loudly: "Jinlun Dharma King, since you are here, please come in!" She alsoHe didn't raise his voice deliberately, his tone was still cold, but his voice came out clearly and word for word.  Xiaobao's heart trembled slightly, secretly thinking that this girl's skills seemed to be much better than when she was in Southern Shaolin, which was really rare.

    When this guy thought about this, he couldn't help but wonder if the "Nine Yin Manual" was really hidden in the Emei Sect. Otherwise, even if Zhou Yatou was extremely talented, her skill level would never be able to improve so fast.  Although the heroes were indignant at this time and wished they could rush out and kill all the Tatars, Zhou Zhiruo did not express his position clearly. The heroes could not turn against the guests and act on their own. They sat there in annoyance and looked at the back door of the hall.

    I could only hear Jinlun Dharma King outside the hall saying: "Master Zhou is so young, but his skills are so profound. The Emei Sect will surely flourish in the hands of the master, and it is not surprising that he will lead the martial arts in the future!" He could not speak Chinese well!  Great, although his tone was flat and his voice was a bit jerky, within the span of one sentence, seven or eight figures appeared at the end of the square. The first one was a tall and thin old monk, who was the long-lost King Jinlun.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????¡¯ Xiaoxiangzi is the one who looks like a living zombie. The guy on the right with a high nose, deep eyes, curly yellow beard and dressed in Han costume is Yin Kexi.  Xiaobao only recognized these three people. The others had different looks and different costumes. He thought they must be masters from Mongolia.  Yang Xiao, who was sitting behind Xiaobao, leaned forward and whispered: "Master, today the martial arts sects gathered in Emei to pay homage to Master Miejie. It is known to the whole world. This thief dared to come to Emei Golden Summit with only seven or eight people.  , there must be something fishy in it, you have to be careful and be on guard against the Tatars¡¯ tricks.¡±

    Xiaobao nodded, squinted at Jinlun Dharma King's sunken, saucer-like forehead, lowered his voice and sneered: "Old Bald Donkey's martial arts are not what they used to be. In just a few years, he can advance by leaps and bounds, far better than in the past. I must  Relying on being invincible in the world, we came back to the world. We are guests from afar, and we cannot act without permission. We must give the host some face. But now that Jinlun Dharma King is here, it is not that easy to escape unscathed. Yang Zuoshi, Yamashita  Brothers, are you prepared?" With his level of martial arts, he can know the depth of other people's martial arts by watching their movements, words and deeds, so he can tell at a glance that Jin Lun Dharma King's martial arts is far better than before.

    Yang Xiao said: "Don't worry, leader, we have already prepared."

    Xiaobao nodded and said: "Well, that's very good. Let's wait and see what happens, and kill people when we have the chance!" All the masters of the Ming Cult behind him agreed in a low voice.

    The major gangs in the Central Plains were divided into east and west sides - Mingjiao was first in the west, Xiaobao and Xiao Feng sat side by side, Yang Xiao, Fan Yao, Eagle King, Bat King, and Wu Sanren sat behind them in order, next to Mingjiao.  The second one is the second elder of the Beggar Clan who teaches martial arts and enforces the law, and the two leaders who hold the stick and the bowl.

    The first one in the east is the Shaolin sect, with Abbot Xuanci at the head, and next to him are Kongzhi and Kongxing.  Following them were Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting from the Wudang sect, followed by Linghu Chong and seven old nuns from the Hengshan sect.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Jin Lun Dharma King walked over unhurriedly, without squinting his eyes, as if he didn¡¯t pay any attention to the leaders of the major gangs and the martial arts masters on both sides.  A few feet away from the stone platform, Jinlun Dharma King stopped and placed his hands together in a gesture of salute to Master Miejie's spiritual place.  When the Emei disciples saw how arrogant he was, many of them couldn't help but show anger on their faces, but the new leader didn't show any signs of it, so no one acted rashly.

    Zhou Zhiruo said slowly: "The Emei Sect is a quiet place of Buddhism, and the Dharma King is an eminent monk of Tantric Buddhism. Since he has made a special trip to watch the ceremony, our sect will naturally not turn him away. You have come a long way and have worked hard all the way. I offer you a cup of fragrant tea.  I would like to express my gratitude. But" After saying that, he turned his eyes to Jinlun Dharma King and said indifferently: "Since Dharma King comes as a Mongolian national master, he is not a fellow martial artist, but this seat is not available, so I have to feel wronged.  Just stop here." Her expression was as cold as ice. Others could not tell whether she was angry or happy, but her last words made it clear that she did not welcome Jin Lun Dharma King and others.

    When the heroes heard what Zhou Zhiruo said, they all nodded secretly, thinking that although this girl was young, she still knew what was right. She would not give in on such a big issue, and it would not be in vain for Master Jiejie to pass on her mantle - originally  Zhou Zhiruo's martial arts skills during the battle in Southern Shaolin were weird and weird, and her attacks were extremely cruel and sinister. Most of the heroes were frightened and unhappy. But seeing that she was clear about right and wrong today, everyone had a better impression of her.

    Jin Lun Dharma King's face was expressionless, his eyes were half open and half closed, and he still had the same enigmatic look as before. He seemed not to care about Zhou Zhiruo's disrespectful behavior and stood with his hands behind his back.  Zhou Zhiruo waved his hand, and all the disciples from Emei came one after another and served fragrant tea to everyone present.  The group of nuns held cups in both hands and bowed to the leaders of various martial arts sects in the Central Plains, showing full courtesy. However, they showed great indifference to the Mongolian visitors such as Jinlun Dharma King. They handed over the tea cups without even looking at them and turned around to leave.

    Jin Lun Dharma King was originally very aloof and arrogant. Today, for some reason, he was able to endure it again and again and remained calm. However, the people accompanying him could no longer hold back.  Only one person was heard shouting sternly: "?How noble is the status of the Great Mongolian National Preceptor? He came all the way to Mount Emei to observe the ceremony and congratulate him, but the noble sect is so arrogant, indifferent and creates difficulties. How can it be justified?  "

    The leader of the beggar gang had a bad temper and immediately stood up and shouted: "Shut your mouth! The Mongols are cruel and cruel. They have repeatedly invaded our territory of the Song Dynasty for decades and massacred the people of our Central Plains. They are the sworn enemies of every citizen of the Song Dynasty."  Enemy! The Emei sect is showing great magnanimity today. We don¡¯t want to disturb the heroic spirits of Master Miejie and her. Letting you go up the mountain is already a huge honor. If you keep yelling, don¡¯t blame us for being rude!  "

    Xiaoxiangzi took a step forward and said with a sinister smile: "Beggar, the master hasn't spoken yet. When will it be your turn to bark like a mad dog?"

    Zhangbo Longtou was furious and was about to jump out to fight. The elder who was passing by was hurriedly stopping him and said coldly: "Brother Tie, please be patient. Master Zhou has not spoken. We must not break the rules of the Emei Sect." He said.  While he was talking, his eyes were looking at Zhou Zhiruo, his gaze as sharp as a sword, and his meaning was self-evident.

    Everyone looked at Zhou Zhiruo, but saw that her expression was as usual, as if she was indifferent. She picked up the tea cup with her left hand and said, "Everyone, please!" She took a sip of the fragrant tea.  The palm-bowl dragon couldn't do anything, and his face turned red with anger. He swallowed the tea leaves in one gulp, regardless of the fact that the tea was hot. He snorted loudly, sat on the chair and chewed a mouthful of tea leaves vigorously, making his teeth chatter.  His eyes were like fire.

    Xiao Xiangzi sneered, his zombie-like face showing a hint of satisfaction, and glanced at Zhou Zhiruo with disdain in his eyes.  On the side, Yin Kexi shook his head and took a sip of tea, and said with a strange smile: "What a fragrant tea! Tsk tsk Not bad, not bad." Several other Mongolian masters accompanying him followed suit and laughed strangely, looking extremely arrogant.

    How could the masters of various factions tolerate the Mongol Tatars being so arrogant? Most of them were angry and eager to try.  However, when they saw Zhou Zhiruo still holding the tea cup and glancing over at him, everyone had to hold back their anger and took a random sip from the cup, thinking that if Master Miejie was still alive, the Yitian sword would have pierced her at this moment.  At this moment, the faces of all the heroes were not very good-looking, even Abbot Xuanci and Master Kongzhi showed disapproval.  If it weren't for the presence of the master's spirit here, more than half of the masters would have been unable to restrain themselves and would have violently launched an attack.

    Long Xiaobao frowned slightly, feeling unhappy in his heart. He secretly wondered if this girl had practiced kung fu so hard that her blood had gone cold. Didn¡¯t she even care about the Emei Sect¡¯s reputation of more than a hundred years?  At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo gently put down the teacup, and suddenly waved his right hand, and a long black shadow shot out, heading straight for Xiaoxiangzi's face.  Half of the masters present could see clearly that the black shadow that shot through the air was the soft whip used by Southern Shaolin Zhou Zhiruo that day.  She was several feet away from Jinlun Dharma King and others, but the whip struck without any warning, it was swift and unparalleled, and it came at the right time.  Xiaoxiangzi never expected that a timid girl would hit her at will. He tilted his head back to avoid it and swung the mourning stick upwards in his hand to block.

    Zhou Zhiruo's whip technique is so mysterious, and the speed is extremely fast. Fortunately, Xiao Xiangzi is also a first-class master in the world, and narrowly avoids the vital point of his face. The long whip almost passes by his nose, and only a snap is heard.  The tall hat he wore on his head, which looked like an impermanent ghost, suddenly turned into dozens of small rags flying around, and his hair was all messed up, making him look very embarrassed.

    Everyone was shocked and had not had time to applaud, but saw that the long whip was going to be reduced, and he hit the person behind Xiaoxiangzi.  This person was the guy who had just yelled fiercely. He felt his eyes flash, the tip of the whip had reached, and a bit of cold air hit his face. His eyes immediately stung, and he was horrified.  At the critical moment, the man crossed his arms to protect his head and face. There was another snap, followed by a cry of pain. The man's two sleeves were torn apart. His arms were charred black as if struck by lightning, and he fell backwards.  Fortunately, the two companions behind him hurriedly stretched out their hands to support him, otherwise he would have fallen down. Even so, he could no longer lift his arms. The pain was so severe that he almost fainted.

    Seeing Zhou Zhiruo suddenly taking action, the heroes felt very happy, instantly injuring two Mongolian masters.  Unexpectedly, Zhou Zhiruo's whipping method was really weird. The long whip hit the man's arm hard, and the front end surged up. Suddenly, it turned a corner, like a black python twisting its body, and it was as straight as a sword. With a scoff, it unexpectedly came out again.  Stab Yin Kexi.  Her whip hit three people in an instant. The speed of change, the wonderful strength, and the accuracy of calculation were all incredible.

    Yin Kexi¡¯s original bejeweled golden dragon whip had already been destroyed by Yang Guo with his dark iron heavy sword. What he was using now was a pure steel snake whip made later.  Zhou Zhiruo's long whip was like a ghost deforming. It came out of the blue and was indeed strange and unpredictable. However, Yin Kexi thought that the other party was too young and his internal strength must not be deep enough. He turned slightly and swung the snake whip backwards, using his internal energy.  I want to take a head-on move and regain my face.

    Unexpectedly, when the two whips collided, Yin Kexi suddenly felt an extremely cold air coming from the opponent's soft whip, and the body of the soft whip trembled sharply. The snake whip in his hand suddenly became stiff like an iron rod, and his hands seemed to be holding  An extremely cold ice rod is almost impossible to handle.??.  Yin Kexi was shocked and clenched the snake whip tightly. In an instant, his palms were numb from the cold and covered with a layer of white frost.

    It¡¯s a long story. From Zhou Zhiruo¡¯s sudden attack to the two whips entangled, it only took a moment.  But when Zhou Zhiruo pulled back slightly, Yin Kexi's snake whip was released.  He had lost his weapon, but his fingers were still clenched into fists. It turned out that Zhou Zhiruo's cold internal energy had made his joints stiff and unable to bend or stretch.

    Everyone present is an expert. How could they not see that Zhou Zhiruo's hand whip technique is extremely superb, and his internal strength is extraordinary, and the sound is as loud as thunder.  Amid the cheers, Jin Lun Dharma King, who had been unmoved, suddenly reached out with his left hand and grabbed Yin Kexi's snake whip.  With a slight vibration of his left hand, Zhou Zhiruo's soft whip immediately released and quickly retracted.  But seeing Jinlun Dharma King's left hand glowing red, the layer of white frost on the snake whip melted rapidly, and in an instant, a Qimen weapon made of pure steel turned red all over, like a red-hot iron.

    The masters of each sect were shocked. They did not expect that this monk's internal power was so powerful.  Fan Yao said calmly: "What a Tantric Mahamudra!"

    Jin Lun Dharma King threw the snake whip aside casually, and when he looked at it carefully, he couldn't help but let out several exclamations.  The red light on the snake whip slowly faded, revealing four shallow fingerprints.  Xuanci, Kongzhi and other top masters looked at each other, with a faint look of horror in their eyes. They did not expect that Jinlun Dharma King's power was beyond expectation. He could hold it with ease and be so powerful.

    Shaolin martial arts has always been known for its masculinity, but Xuanci and Kongzhi decided not to imprint fingerprints on pure steel weapons like King Jinlun, even though they were famous for their 36-position "Dragon Claw Hand".  Emptiness, which is known for its finger strength, will never be able to do it.  The Kung Fu of the Wudang Sect follows the path of "conquering strength with softness." Although Linghu Chong has deep internal strength, he is only good at swordsmanship, and his boxing and kicking skills have not yet reached a first-class level.  Everyone couldn't help but look at Long Xiaobao and Xiao Feng, thinking that these two brothers were the only ones who could compete with Jinlun Dharma King.

    While everyone was thinking about it, Jin Lun Dharma King snorted coldly, and suddenly stepped out sideways, and they were already in front of the Beggar Gang.  His step was astonishingly large, more than ten feet long. When his right foot landed on the ground, it made a loud thud, as if an ancient giant beast had stepped on the ground.  Then he slapped his right palm out, condescendingly, and slowly shot down the dragon's head towards the palm bowl.

    As soon as Jinlun Dharma King Fang raised his hand, the sleeve on his right side suddenly bulged up, making a sound like a sail full of wind.  Everyone was shocked, and then heard a series of extremely dull sounds, which were actually caused by the power of Jinlun Dharma King's palm breaking through the air.  Abbot Xuanci and other masters' expressions suddenly changed drastically. It was difficult to remain calm. Such terrifying palm power had never been seen before.

    The second elder of the Beggar Clan has profound internal energy and is much taller than the two dragon heads. Seeing that the palm of Jinlun Dharma King is still seven or eight feet away, the hair of the dragon head of the palm bowl is already blowing straight back, and the "hundred robe" on his body is  "Close to his body, the sound of cracking silk was heard continuously, and it fell apart instantly, as if being hit by a hurricane.  The two elders who were teaching the practice and enforcing the law were extremely shocked. They knew that if the palm of Jinlun Dharma King was actually hit, the palm bowl dragon head would definitely have his whole body and muscles broken and his bones shattered, and he would die tragically on the spot.  The two elders didn't even think about it, they rushed forward, gathered all their strength, and pushed with all four palms, hoping that with the combined strength of the two of them, they would be able to block the opponent's shocking palm.

    At this moment, a figure as strong as a mountain suddenly appeared between the three of them. With a stroke of his left hand and a push of his right palm, it was the move of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, "Exalted Dragon Regrets"!

    The person who came was none other than Xiao Feng. He was tall and majestic, and his aura was unparalleled in the world.  Jinlun Dharma King saw Xiao Feng's palm strike, and his eyes suddenly shone with strange light. The two palms collided with each other, making a loud bang. Xiao Feng was seen stepping back three steps, but Jinlun Dharma King remained motionless.

    Xiao Feng is recognized as the world's best god of war in martial arts, and his internal and external skills have already reached their peak. At this time, after a palm exchange with Jinlun Dharma King, he seemed to be at a disadvantage, slightly inferior.  The leaders of each faction were all shocked. Although they witnessed it with their own eyes, they couldn't believe it.  In an instant, the huge square was silent, and everyone was dumbfounded

    ¡¾2013 is coming to an end, and the exhausted fat guy is going home.  I wish you all a Happy New Year in advance, good luck in the New Year, sweet love, happiness and peace!  1314. Throughout my life, in the end I have seen others clinging to each other, but I still seem to be a strong and lonely person]
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