Yue Buqun: I'm already cultivating immortality, why do I still want to be the leader?

In the world.

There are many people who want to become Yue Buqun's disciples.

But Yue Buqun would rather have nothing than someone who is not good enough.

So far, he has only one disciple, Ah Fei.

But now.

Someone is so bold that he wants to become his disciple openly.

And he wants to become his disciple by offering a treasure.

"Blood handprint of Tantric Buddhism?"

Yue Buqun looked at the contents of the parchment scroll displayed by Gui Hai Yi Dao.

He was slightly moved.

The handprint of Tantric Buddhism has always been the direct inheritance of Tantric Buddhism.

After thousands of years of research and deduction, the handprint of Tantric Buddhism has produced countless unique skills.

The great handprint of Tantric Buddhism.

The supreme inheritance of Tantric Buddhism.

In addition, the blood handprint, black handprint, purple handprint, etc. are all the result of integrating other skills.

This bloody handprint of the Tantric sect is considered the supreme inheritance of both good and evil in Buddhism.

Its status is equal to Huashan's Hunyuan Gong, the magical power of the finger, the fast sword of the wind, the thirteen styles of the wind.

"My father gave me this for safekeeping before taking a bath."

"As a result, those enemies came."

Gui Hai Yidao explained simply.

Jian Jingfeng suddenly realized.

No wonder this thing fell into Gui Hai Yidao's hands.

Yue Buqun shook his head and said, "No, you can practice it yourself."

His refusal.

It did not hurt Gui Hai Yidao's self-esteem.

Because the current Gui Hai Yidao is no longer the innocent and innocent child.

Witnessed his father's massacre with his own eyes.

And his mother's collapse.

He seemed to have matured overnight.

Feng Qingyang also said: "If you practice the blood handprint of the Tantric sect, you will also be a martial arts master."

Gui Hai Yidao shook his head and said: "But you can't defeat my father."

"Why do you want to defeat your father?"

Ning Zhongze asked: "Do you hate him so much?"

Lu Huanong looked at his son nervously.

Her eyes had more spirit.

It was even more heartbreaking.

After all, she was completely disappointed in her husband.

If the two people closest to her also turned against each other, no one knew how far she would fall.

"Hate."

"But I don't hate."

Gui Hai Yidao said firmly: "Last time, Master Yue was able to wake up my father, so I can also wake up my father when I learn it in the future."

What a simple reasoning.

What a simple request.

Everyone couldn't help but be moved when they heard it.

After hearing this, Lu Huanong came alive instantly and immediately knelt down and kowtowed, begging: "Master Yue, please give my son a chance. Whatever you want me to do, Lu Huanong will do it without regrets."

Perhaps it was to help Gui Hai Yidao.

Or perhaps it was to see the hope of her husband's return.

In short.

Lu Huanong also became crazy.

"Husband?"

Ning Zhongze looked at Yue Buqun.

The other two women also looked atThere is a meaning of fulfillment in it.

Yue Buqun thought of a fairly satisfactory solution and asked: "There is no particularly outstanding sword tradition in Huashan. Are you sure you want to join Huashan?"

"Yes."

Gui Hai Yidao was still so determined.

Feng Qingyang wanted to list the simulated 70% Divine Sword Slash.

But Yue Buqun nodded and said: "Okay, but I can only accept you as a registered disciple now. Are you still willing?"

If he guessed correctly.

Gui Hai Yidao is now at the age of meeting Shangguan Haitang and being recruited into Hulong Villa.

In this way.

This is equivalent to digging into the corner of Hulong Villa.

That would be very interesting.

"Yes!"

Gui Hai Yidao didn't know the difference between registered and true inheritance.

But as long as there is a chance.

As long as there is hope.

He walked on without regrets.

"What about you?"

Yue Buqun looked at Lu Huanong.

"Lu Huanong is grateful."

Lu Huanong kowtowed three more times and replied: "Lu Huanong is willing to build a small temple in the mountains, pray for Huashan day and night, and atone for the wronged souls who died in my husband's hands."

Yue Buqun paused.

I didn't expect Lu Huanong to still take this path.

But Ning Zhongze stopped him without hesitation: "This won't work. My Huashan is a Taoist holy land. Building a temple is against the ancestral precepts."

Feng Qingyang was so happy that he almost clapped his hands.

Others also praised Ning Zhongze.

However.

Lu Huanong was determined to die.

If it weren't for Gui Hai Yi Dao.

If it weren't for the vague wish brought by Gui Hai Yi Dao.

She didn't even want to wait a moment longer.

"There is a deserted small temple..."

"Okay, I'll go."

As soon as Ning Zhongze made his suggestion, Lu Huanong agreed.

For Lu Huanong.

It made no difference whether she was a nun or a female Taoist priest.

She just wanted to escape from the world.

She just wanted to atone for her sins.

The matter was settled.

Jian Jingfeng was frightened and shocked, but finally went down the mountain with joy.

He was going to rush to Qilin Gate as quickly as possible.

Tell Kong and Qilinzi this good news.

The next day.

Southern Shaolin.

In front of the abbot's Zen temple.

Lejie, Lefan and other Shaolin monks came as invited.

But their knocks on the door were not responded to.

Lejie sensed the atmosphere in the courtyard.

I found that the breath inside was almost gone.

I didn't care about etiquette and broke in immediately.

What I saw was Master Xinhu sitting cross-legged on the futon, his expression and breath were like a clay doll.

"You are here."

Xinhu slowly opened his eyes.

Result.

The eyes were full of dryness and death.

"Brother!"

"Uncle Master!"

"Uncle Master!"

All the monks were in pain.

Everyone was anxious and sad.

"No need."

Liejie and others wanted to pass on their true energy, but were rejected by Master Xinhu.

"Sit down."

Every word of Master Xinhu seemed to be very difficult.

Because the vitality in his body had been exhausted.

The body had decayed.

It was purely the powerful true energy that maintained it until now.

All the monks sat down in a hurry.

"Where is Xinmei?" (To read the violent novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Xinhu was most concerned about this junior brother who was almost possessed by the devil.

"Uncle Master Xinmei has recovered a lot."

Although Lejie was not the most senior here, he was definitely the most cultivated here.

He spoke on behalf of everyone, even Xinjian, Xinshu and others had no objection.

"Ah..."

Master Xinhu sighed heavily.

Everyone could hear the regret in his tone.

He then took out the seal and handed it to Lejie, saying: "After my death, Lejie will take charge of Shaolin. Do you have any objections?"

"No."

"Master, you are wise."

The monks responded in unison.

Even Xinjian agreed superficially.

"There is more."

"The Vajra Invincible Body is meaningless to the Grandmaster."

Master Xinhu said: "If you still want to break through with this skill, you can give up the idea."[]

This is the experience that Master Xinhu has gained with his life.

When these words came out, everyone felt extremely heavy.

"Secondly."

"The Great Compassion Palm can restrain the Three Sabres of Avici Road."

Master Xinhu said with regret: "Unfortunately, my Great Compassion Palm has not been cultivated to the highest level, and I cannot suppress the evil spirits. I think this is a lifelong regret."

This is also a lesson learned with blood and life.

The monks remember it.

"Guihai Bailian has two states."

"Before performing Xiongba Tianxia, ​​especially before performing the Three Sabres of Avici Road, Guihai Bailian was a normal person, and his strength was probably at the level of the top ten in the Weapon List."

"But once he is possessed by the devil, he will be a martial arts master, and you must not take risks."

Master Xinhu's tone became weaker and weaker.

At this time, he had closed his eyes.

"Brother."

"Do the Three Sabres of Avici Road and the Invincible Vajra Art restrain each other?"

Xinjian asked a soul-searching question.

Everyone knows why this question is.

Xinhu shook his head.

But this is a negative answer, still not knowing.

Then no one knows.

At this time.

Master Xinhu swallowed a vicious pill in front of everyone.

Liejie and others saw the pill.

Instinctively wanted to stop it, but Xinhu had already swallowed it.

Then Xinhu's body seemed to be rejuvenated, and the skin on his face suddenly became rosy.

Liejie also had a rosy faceTheir eyes.

Because this evil medicine is a real poison.

It can stimulate the last potential of the human body and make it burst out with unimaginable power.

But the price is a great reduction in lifespan.

Even the realm regresses.

But...

Master Xinhu no longer needs to worry about these things.

He quickly told everything he had planned in detail.

This took more than half an hour.

From the trend of the rivers and lakes to the layout of the temple.

From the food of the monks in the temple.

All were arranged one by one.

Finally.

Master Xinhu seemed to sense some kind of deadline.

He quickly made a decision: "Finish it and stay."

The others got up quickly with sadness, performed the most solemn etiquette to Xinhu, and went out one after another.

"Uncle Master?"

Laojie looked at Master Xinhu anxiously.

"Laojie."

Master Xinhu blamed himself: "My generation is so capable that there is no master in Shaolin who can resist the Grandmaster."

Laojie has not responded yet.

Master Xinhu continued: "However, the ancestors have predicted this situation, so they secretly set a potential sect rule for my temple."

Laojie was overjoyed.

I didn't expect Shaolin to have a trump card.

Xinhu said: "This rule is that in every generation of Shaolin monks, at least two must practice [醍醐灌顶大法]."

"This..."

Laojie didn't have time to respond.

Xinhu broke through and made a move.

He pressed Laojie's acupoints.

"Uncle Master."

Laojie has realized what the uncle in front of him is going to do.

Sure enough.

Master Xinhu pressed his palms on the top of his head and the sea of ​​qi.

The extremely pure internal force was passed on through the secret method.

The method of enlightenment.

As the name suggests, it can be used to enlighten fellow disciples who have cultivated the same internal force.

In the martial arts world.

There are several other methods with the same effect.

The famous wedding dress magic.

And the Jade Moving Magic of the Rakshasa Demon Sect.

However.

The Shaolin method of enlightenment has a great flaw:

That is, the monk who is enlightened will not only suffer a great loss of vitality, but also his body will decay rapidly.

It is equivalent to using his life's skills and his own life to help his fellow disciples.

But Master Xinhu even took the evil medicine.

He is also on his deathbed.

How could he care about such side effects?

The Heart Lake is indeed the Heart Lake.

Great wisdom.

Even his own death was used to the fullest extent.