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Volume 1 The Terminator of Bad Movies Chapter 58 The Tao Destroys the Buddha

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    In the Wei Tuo Gate at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, Mochou stared at Zhang Huen, his eyes full of anger. He was so courageous that he just went out for a walk and brought back two women. Jealousy was like a cat's claw scratching Mochou's face.  In her heart, after Ning Zhongze's unappreciative description, Mochou realized that Zhang Huen was on the verge of becoming obsessed. She checked Zhang Huen's meridians with concern and found that his meridians were burning like fire. She immediately  He put down his anger and decided to go back to the Ancient Tomb Sect with Zhang Huen. With the help of the ice bed's curative effect, he might be able to suppress his increasingly fiery internal power.  £«£«£«£« She first went to Fei Ge to send a letter to explain the matter, and the reply came quickly, but the letter said that the ice bed was the founder's bed. How could a man be allowed to lie on it?  Isn't this a kind of blasphemy against the ancestors?  Mochou gritted her teeth while holding the reply. Her man was suffering from the burning of his meridians all day long, but the Patriarch still didn't understand. Is he really going to break up and rob him?  "No, people from the Huashan faction are coming!" Ning Zhong felt his heart tremble when he heard this. He quickly chased the people out and took a look, only to see the Huashan cavalry rushing into the foot of Shaoshi Mountain again. After the last battle, Shaolin  They have figured out how to defend against cavalry, and recruited civilians to build a five-meter-high stone wall along the foot of Shaoshi Mountain. Now the foot of Shaoshi Mountain has become a big city, and several surrounding villages and towns have all been moved to the foot of the mountain.  , euphemistically called Shaoshi City, is actually just a relatively large town.  Ning Zhong wanted to go up the city wall, but Zhang Huen tapped his acupuncture points, asking Bei Jinyi to watch her. Zi and Mochou jumped up the wall. The Huashan cavalry came to the city wall and shouted for the Shaolin people to come out to fight. After Zhang Huen's attack  After a series of massacres, most of Huashan's elite were lost, so they could only rely on their numbers and strength to find bad luck in Shaolin.  Shaolin took a defensive stance and only sent three monks, Yuan Xin, Yuan Yin, and Yuan Ye, to lead the fight. The two sides fought for dozens of rounds under the city without gaining any advantage. Yue Lingshan in the formation fired hard and let people shoot arrows, regardless of the formation.  The Shaolin monk in the film is still a disciple of Huashan.  Shoot into a hedgehog together.  "You don't follow the rules, you little girl." "Why, are you lustful again?" Mochou glared at him angrily, Zhang Huen quickly shook his head and said: "I'm not interested in yellow-haired girls." "Then you are interested in beautiful young women.  It's so sentimental." "I don't want to hear it!" The Huashan disciples over there were making noises.  Oogway, the Shaolin disciples did not dare to answer the question and only asked the city guard, Master Kongxiang, what they should do.  Kong Xiang had no idea and could only ask Abbot Xuanci. Xuanci shook his head and said: "If you can't get out, don't fall into the trap." So Shaolin and Huashan fought a protracted battle. Two days later, the first batch of Huashan attacked  After the city equipment was completed, Huashan disciples rushed over carrying wooden ladders, while Shaolin disciples shot arrows and threw rocks at the top of the city.  A difficult siege began again.  Zhang Huen held a sword and chopped down two Huashan disciples who rushed to the top of the city. These people kept rushing up like chicken blood.  For some reason, after ordering three more people, the wood-burning knife technique was unleashed. The wood-burning knife technique stimulated by Jiuyang's internal force was so powerful that all those who hit it were on fire and burned to coke.  In a short while, he cleared out more than a hundred Huashan disciples at the top of this section of the city, and kicked the wooden ladders down with a few consecutive Shaolin kicks.  Mochou¡¯s Ice Soul Silver Needle has great lethality. Once thrown, patches of ice slag will appear. The two killing gods will kill from the west of the city to the east of the city.  When they were exhausted, they finally repelled the first wave of Huashan's offensive. No less than a thousand Huashan disciples were killed in their hands. They were either burned or frozen, and died in extremely miserable conditions.  The Shaolin disciples lost more than 200 people. Looking at the huge crowds of people in Huashan below the city, I am afraid they really won¡¯t be able to hold on for much longer.  Master Yuanmen, who went to mediate, had his head cut off by the Huashan sect and was thrown back with a letter in blood. The main idea was that Huashan and Shaolin would fight to the death today. Zhang Huen and a few old guys from the empty generation combined. Instead of being beaten passively like this, it would be better to  Stealing the formation, that night, he and a few old monks masked themselves and went straight to the central formation of Huashan Mountain. Tens of thousands of troops were stationed below. How could it be so easy not to reveal their whereabouts? Several old monks were captured long before they entered the formation.  When the people discovered their whereabouts, they immediately strangled them again and escaped. Zhang Huen sneaked into the center of the formation and killed two secret sentries. He touched the back of the tent of the center and heard a noise in the tent. The white tent immediately collapsed and saw a burst of noise.  Holding an open fire, a dozen men and women with weapons in hand surrounded him, but they fell into a trap.  "If you want to leave, stay!" A white-haired old man slashed at Zhang Huen with a sword. Zhang Huen saw that his strength was only average, and thought that the other party was ambushing him, but he was not necessarily his opponent, so he rushed towards the old man with bared teeth and claws.  The white-haired old man fought with him, quickly backed away, and shouted: "He is a master of Shaolin, let go of arrows!" Countless black arrows were flying in the night sky.Flying over, these sharp arrows, which are designed to break through the master's aura, can exert their greatest power in the dark night. Zhang Huen swept a few of them and was hit by an arrow on his shoulder. It was simply because his physical body was so strong that he was different from ordinary people, so he didn't.  Knocked down by an arrow, he was ambushed by the Huashan Sect. Only then did he realize what it means to be at the end of his rope. If a martial arts master has not reached the realm of a god like Wu Hou, he will appear a little weaker in front of thousands of troops.  .  "Stop him, he is going to run!" Zhang Huen retreated into the darkness, and someone immediately raised a torch. He ran in all directions. Wherever he went, there were crowds of Huashan disciples. After killing more than a dozen people, he headed east in a panic.  He ran forward, took a few more arrows from behind, and almost stumbled to the ground. The Huashan faction's people were not afraid of death and sacrificed their lives to stand in the way. Zhang Hu'en acted like a mad tiger and broke through with all his strength. The two sides were in a stalemate and rotten situation. The more people he killed, the more people he killed.  He received more and more arrow wounds, and rushed to the gate of Shaoshi City. His back was already full of arrows. Zhang Huen's sword got stuck on the corpses of Huashan disciples. He held the corpses of two Huashan disciples as weapons and swung them around.  The person blocking the road turned over and rushed towards the city wall.  Just after scaling the city wall, several bald heads quickly gathered around him. Zhang Huen threw away the corpse in his hands and was about to call people to guard against him. The bald heads suddenly took action and hit Zhang Huen on the chest with several palms, causing him to fly away.  Holding the vital point of his heart, he coughed up blood and said, "Who are you?" The bald monk didn't answer at all. He rushed over with the power of the Vajra Palm. Zhang Huen was lucky enough to resist, and a heartbreaking pain immediately covered the major meridians on his body.  He received another slap on the chest from the leading monk.  The man grinned, showing his white teeth, and said with a smile: "You were hit by eight powerful Vajra palms and two phantom Yin fingers, and you are still alive. It seems that the Martial Saint is a very human being." "Old dog, who are you?  ?" "Hahaha. The poor monk is the one who sent you on your way!" The old monk rushed over with several middle-aged monks. Zhang Huen was knocked off the wall in three moves. He fell heavily to the ground and died with a backhand.  The middle-aged monk who flew down to pursue him heard the sound of a cannon in front of him. Looking around, he saw that the five-meter-high city wall had collapsed, and a group of Huashan disciples rushed in through the gap.  The Shaolin disciples resisted with sticks, but more and more people rushed into the gap, and they were soon overwhelmed by the crowd. Zhang Huen ran away and rushed straight into the Wei Tuo Gate. He saw that there was a mess inside, and some gray robes were there.  The disciples were already blocking the door with swords and guns, ready to resist, and he got into the room.  Dodging the ice-soul silver needles from Mochou, he shouted: "Follow me up the mountain!" Mochou saw that his face was covered with blood.  There were arrows like hedgehogs stuck in his back, and he said worriedly: "What are you doing up the mountain? Shaolin is about to be destroyed. I will take you to the east to break out." "No, Fang Zheng is my mentor, I have to save him!" Bei Jinyi and Ning  Nakano nodded for a while.  Mochou reluctantly pulled out the sword to protect Zhang Huen. Zhang Huen opened Ning Zhongze's acupuncture point and said: "Your good daughter is coming to kill you. You can go back." After saying that, he led Bei Jinyi and Li Mochou towards the young room.  Flee up the mountain and walk to the mountain gate.  But seeing Ning Zhong following behind, holding a sword he found from nowhere, and guarding him behind him with a pale face, Zhang Huen stopped the blood in his throat and said: "Why, you still want to kill me?" "  You have ruined my reputation and I have no shame in returning to Huashan. Please save my mentor quickly and let¡¯s go east together.¡± Li Mochou stared at her with a strange expression, while Ning Zhong¡¯s face turned pale.  Yan Hong said coquettishly: "Go and save people, don't ask any more questions." Zhang Huen nodded and rushed into the temple with the three girls. He saw that the monks, big and small, had already started to pack up their things and fled towards the back mountain. Xuanci stood in the Temple of the Heavenly King.  He led a group of eminent monks to direct and dispatch, and saw Zhang Huen coming. Although his description was miserable, he seemed to be in no serious condition, so he quickly recruited him and said: "My heart, let's go to Bodhidharma Cave. There is a secret passage down the mountain over there!" Zhang Huen!  He led the three girls towards the back mountain. When passing by the Main Hall, he saw Fang Zheng sitting in the main hall chanting sutras. He quickly shouted: "Master, let's go!" "Amitabha." Fang Zheng stood up with a smile and threw his hand.  The huge Buddha bead on the top said: "I can't escape this calamity in Shaolin, and I don't want to escape. I wish you could take care of the three female donors around you. Go ahead." Fang Zheng pointed at the back mountain, and Zhang Huen looked determined when he saw him.  , a group of middle-aged and elderly monks sat around him chanting sutras and worshiping the Buddha. They did not listen to the increasingly louder shouts of killing from the bottom of the mountain. They lowered their eyes and said: "How stupid is it to use one's body to go to the temple?" "If the monk is not in the mortal world, how can he come here?  Smart and stupid, we are just returning to bliss." "Amitabha."They don't have any martial arts skills. If Shaolin is here, they may be safe for a while. If Shaolin is not there, they have no place to stand in the world. These people are extremely advanced in Buddhism and have already broken through life and death, as well as fame and fortune.  Not afraid of the Huashan Sect's swords, guns, swords and halberds.  "Go, go." Fang Zheng smiled and waved to him. Zhang Huen gritted his teeth and used a finger to hit his acupuncture point. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and said to the monks with force: "Shaolin doesn't have  Now, we can rebuild, but there are no more people, so where did Shaolin come from? You guys quickly help Master Fang Zheng and break out with me." A group of Buddhist monks looked at Zhang Huen's chaos and couldn't help but look at each other. In fact, if they had a choice,  Who would choose to die? The Buddhist monks immediately supported Fang Zheng and headed towards the back mountain. Zhang Huen and Mochou walked in front of each other. They saw Master Kongjian who was guarding the entrance of Bodhidharma's cave, clasping his hands together silently like a dead tree.  Chanting sutras, it is obvious that this monk will not leave.  After entering the Bodhidharma Cave, the group all lined up in a row. When they walked inside, they saw the sweeping monk standing aside dragging a broken dragon stone. Monks kept passing by him. It was Zhang Huen's turn. The sweeping monk closed his door.  His eyes suddenly opened, he took out a white jade finger from the tattered monk's robe and handed it over, saying: "Please take the heart certificate. The Shaolin lineage may exist or die, depending on its own destiny." 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