"The Shenwu System Tips: Intermediate Tai Chi Divine Power is promoted to level 100, reaching the pinnacle of the ultimate realm."

The man was still lying on the ground, shaped like a giant tiger lying on the stone, but this time Shi Yinghu could clearly feel that his spiritual will slowly walk to another world:

My name is Zhang Junbao. I am a servant monk. There are very few servant monks as old as me in Shaolin Temple, because the servants are originally a transitional stage. Disciples with qualifications and Buddhist destiny will truly worship in the temple and become monks. However, young people without qualifications and Buddhist destiny will never force themselves to stay in Shaolin Temple. After reaching a certain age, they will be released down the mountain.

The only one is me. Shaolin Temple is unwilling to accept me as a disciple, nor will it let me go back to secular life and go down the mountain.

Xiaohua waited for me to be eighteen years old, but then she couldn't resist the old parents' begging and married Fat Tiger... That day, she had crystal tears in her eyes and asked me if I wanted to marry her.

I didn't answer.

Inexplicably, I know that marrying Fat Tiger is the happiest choice. I like her, but just like mountains, rivers, birds singing, white clouds stretching, and flowing waters and clouds, but I know very well that she doesn't like me like her like this.

After all, it is best to marry a person who has a wealthy family and likes you, rather than marrying a sloppy monk who likes to sleep in all day long.

She is a good girl and she should be happy.

On the day when Xiaohua got married, Fat Tiger begged her parents to take out half of their family’s assets to hold a wedding banquet and invite the whole village to have a meal, so that Xiaohua would marry happily. Although I went there that day, my heart was very calm, which made me sure that I had made the right decision.

Fortunately, I didn't delay her.

The master I serve is Master Jueyuan. Although the master is simple and has no status in Shaolin Temple, he treats me very well. The marginal figures in our two temples are more dependent on each other than who takes care of whom.

Master Jueyuan was not good enough to distinguish, but his sincerity towards the Buddha touched me deeply because people like Master Jueyuan made me feel that the giant golden Buddha statue in the Great Hall became vivid.

Master Jueyuan has been reciting scriptures for many years. He especially likes the Lankavatara Sutra, so he often recites it to me. As he listens too much, many of the principles applied to him.

If possible, I really hope that this kind of life can continue. I clean the mountain and recite the Buddha every day, and the little flowers and fat tigers at the foot of the mountain live happily. Unfortunately... the war disaster is coming.

The barbarians in the north attacked Zhao Song. At the invitation of the court, Shaolin Temple also sent many masters. However, Zhao Song was weak, and no matter how many masters were sent, they would go but never return. Gradually, Shaolin Temple refused to send masters for the court. At the same time, the entire Song Dynasty's control over the world became increasingly weak.

...

The northern barbarians invaded, and the world was in chaos.

During this period, Master Jueyuan passed away. He left without illness or pain, which was a good end. The subsequent changes in current affairs made me feel that Master Jueyuan was very lucky.

When the world was in chaos, Shaolin Temple, as a martial arts sect, had a much stronger power and power than the local courts. Therefore, it initially protected many displaced refugees. However, the refugees immediately attracted the rebellious Red Turban Army. The Red Turban Army was actually composed of refugees. They heard that there were a large amount of food hidden in Shaolin Temple, so they came to snatch it.

There are some food in Shaolin Temple, but it is impossible to compare with the government, and it is even more impossible to save hundreds of thousands of hungry people.

The blood stained the Buddha's court was a cruel battle.

Buddhas can cut flesh and feed eagles and sacrifice themselves to feed tigers, but Buddhists who are still in the secular world will never reach this state.

The abbot even raised hundreds of bukurou knives and handed them over to the martial arts master in the temple. The bukurou knives were carved on the sword surface of the Buddhas and Buddhas. They used them to kill people without getting involved in cause and effect, and without reducing their merits... There was nothing to say about that battle. Refugees who were extremely hungry are no longer humans, but more like evil ghosts gushing out of hell. It is understandable that Shaolin Temple kills itself to protect itself.

Among the refugees, there are even good players with high martial arts skills. Unfortunately, no matter how powerful martial arts skills are, they are still three points inferior to Shaolin.

There was a Buddhist master who held a steel whip and fought for the temple for three days and nights. He killed countless people and killed countless masters. After the refugees finally retreated, he passed away and died. In fact, he didn't have to die, but he was still dead.

After practicing Buddhism for a lifetime, he eventually killed countless people and was covered in blood. This Buddhist master was not so much a passing away, but rather a suicide. After that, Shaolin juniors respectfully called him "King Na Luo".

In that battle, I was arranged to protect the villagers who went up the mountain in the back mountain. Although the knife in my hand was not stained with blood, I had already killed people in my heart because of the determination of murderous intent.

After the battle of the Red Turban Army, not long after, most of the Zhao Song world was overthrown and a Northern Barbarian cavalry raided to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

At this time, the monks of Shaolin Temple who had been severely damaged were unwilling to engage in more trouble, and the abbot led the scriptures to move the scriptures to the back mountain path.

And I watched the burning fire at the foot of the mountain, remembered Xiaohua, Fat Tiger, and the villagers who met and got along. They hid in the last Red Turban Rebellion, and Shaolin Temple helped them block it. This time, they could no longer escape.

"Abbot, abbot, save them, at least save them. They are the tenant farmers of our Shaolin Temple!"

"Mongyuan Iron Cavalry is best at raiding distances. This army appears at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, and the next one will not be too far away. Even if I bear thousands of sins, I cannot let the Shaolin inheritance be cut off from my hands, so let go!"

"Abbot, we are monks."

"Bang..." The answer to me was the Prajna Vajra Palm.

Perhaps the abbot did not kill, or perhaps for other reasons, I was not dead. When I turned around and woke up again, there was no one in the Nuoda Temple. Master Jueyuan passed away before the Red Turban Rebellion, he was really lucky. He finally didn't have to see this clean Main Hall with his own eyes.

"Ah..." That day, Zhang Junbao, who woke up from his coma, had blood on his face. He roared at the Buddha in front of him like a wild beast, then turned around and ran out.

On that day, the flames burned at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, burning down the reputation of Shaolin Temple that had accumulated thousands of years. On that day, a girl riding a small donkey held a long sword to save the world from water and fire. On that day, Zhang Junbao met the youngest daughter of Guo Daxia in Xiangyang, and the Kunlun Sword Saint with extraordinary martial arts. At the same time, he also started his life of legend.

The initial martial arts of the Tai Chi Killing System, the Breaking of the Precepts and Swords, was also born on this day, and was destroyed by the Zen mind and entered the sword of destruction from Buddha.

...

"The Divine Martial Arts System Tips: The intermediate Tai Chi magical power is promoted to level 100, reaching the pinnacle of the extreme realm. Force the next martial arts drawing to appear in the Wudang Sect Advanced Internal Power Mind Method, deeply understand the intermediate Tai Chi magical power, and get an additional bonus of level 20."

"The Divine Martial Arts System Tips: Intermediate Tai Chi magical power is promoted to level 120, and the martial arts enlightenment level is advanced." Normally, if you practice martial arts to level 100, you can't get promoted, but in fact, there is indeed another realm above it, which is called the martial arts enlightenment level, but this is actually not a real martial arts realm, because although the martial arts level can be improved without restrictions during the sudden enlightenment, after the sudden enlightenment is over for a period of time, the martial arts realm will still degenerate back to the peak realm.

When Shi Yinghu calmed down the boiling red dragon and white tiger yin and yang true energy in his body, he opened the Shenwu system and took a look:

Shenwu System Version 3:

Name: Shi Yinghu

Occupation: City Hunter

Life level: Level 3. This time I went into seclusion, even the life level has been sublimated and improved.

"Huh... I have to rush to level 30 to level 3 to get out the advanced Tai Chi magical power. The source energy required to go up to level 30 is more good. Also, with the improvement of internal strength, I think the Iron Wings and Golden Bell Cover seem to have room to improve again. Ahh, there are so many things to do." After a glance, the quiet room had begun to accumulate dust. Although the tiger-shaped magical power can still continue to practice, it is no longer possible to improve like before.

Just keep practicing daily, and you no longer need to stay in seclusion and continue practicing. Thinking about this, Shi Yinghu finally opened the lock from the inside and walked out of the seclusion stone chamber.

Shi Yinghu's exit from seclusion caused a large vibration within a certain range, because normally, no legendary warrior can be in seclusion for more than half a year.

In that not very spacious practice stone room, living alone without internet, there is almost no entertainment, and there is not even a person to talk. No matter how delicious and delicious food and drink it is for such a day, ordinary people will be mentally broken if they stay for a month.

Although seclusion seems to be enviable, it is actually a very hard work and suffering.

After leaving the customs, Shi Yinghu made a video call to his family and reported his safety. He hadn't received a call from his second son for half a year, but he was so worried that Sun Hongxiu was so worried. Now when he saw his son, although he was inexplicably bald, his heart finally fell out.

Then Shi Yinghu went to visit his master Zhao Zhicheng. When he was walking out with a phantom, Shi Yinghu, bald black and white Taoist robe, passed by a girl with a big package of jeans. He didn't expect that this little girl was coming to find him. The two of them passed by. At present, Shi Yinghu seemed to be a normal speed, but the girl with a big package of jeans only felt a gust of wind passing by beside her. In a trance, she saw something lit up, but turned around and there was nothing.

"No matter... today, I must invite Shi Yinghu today." Liu Zhiyan said this, strengthening her confidence. In fact, in the past six months, she would have been almost unable to hold on. If she hadn't learned through her mother's channels that Shi Yinghu was indeed in seclusion, Liu Zhiyan would have wanted to give up.

Sect, Zhao Zhicheng's mansion.

"Haha, Brother Fifth, why are you bald? But you become so white and handsome. Can you become so white after half a year of seclusion? Then I have to go to seclusion too." Of course, only Hua Yun, who is still at the level of retention, is the only one who can say such unreliable words.

Shi Yinghu broke through the seclusion after half a year of seclusion, and then came to pay homage to his master. All disciples from Zhao Zhicheng's lineage gathered at the Zhao family. Even Jin Qingxue had a concert, but she refused them directly. She stayed at home to accompany Shi Yinghu, who had been in seclusion for more than half a year.

While smiling, Hua Yun reached out to touch Shi Yinghu's head. Shi Yinghu glanced at him and his body froze and did not dare to move.

"I have been in seclusion for more than half a year, nearly seven months. I have known that among all the disciples, Yinghu, you have the strongest heart toward Tao, the strongest will, and the most capable of enduring hardships, but I didn't expect you to be able to do this. Well, the accumulation of internal energy has already broken through to the third level... The Qi seems to be a little weak and unstable, but it doesn't matter, it's not irreparable." Zhao Zhicheng thought that Shi Yinghu had been in seclusion for half a year and had been eager for quick success and instant benefits, so he forced his internal energy to accumulate to the third level with the Heavenly King Purification Pill and Pure Yang Dharma Wine, so the Qi is a little weak and unstable.

However, in fact, Shi Yinghu used his intermediate internal strength to reach the third level, and this foundation was so stable that it was almost out of reach. The intermediate internal strength of level 120 showed the atmosphere of third level internal strength. Almost no young man in his twenties in his martial arts history on Canglong Planet could do it.

Of course, if you are an old man in the martial arts world without a more sophisticated internal skills, you will practice intermediate internal skills for a lifetime, and if you are about to die, you may be able to achieve this, but that is a hard work life.
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