In this day and age, organizing text is a very difficult task.

There is no manuscript fee, so all the pen, ink and paper have to be raised by oneself, and the editing and deletion of the text is also very cumbersome.

So those who can write books or even organize books are either official superintendents,

Either there are many famous Confucian scholars under the disciples, or they are religious organizations.

Although there are not a handful of books that are truly written by one person, they are definitely rare.

But now, two great masters, Awakening and Buddha, have started compiling martial arts classics and have written dozens of them. How can people not be surprised by this kind of perseverance?

While Feng Liang was flipping through the book, Juefa kept looking at him.

After finally waiting for the sound of the deep sand to stop, Master Juefa slowly said,

"The master's wrist strength is stable, his upper arm is strong, and his right hand is obviously thicker than his left hand. He seems to be a good hand with a sword.

The waist and wrists are accustomed to exerting force, which shows that the master pays more attention to the changes in swordsmanship.

Although the strong man next to him looks thin, his arms have been trained.

With broad shoulders and a slim waist, and well-developed abdominal muscles, he must be a master of stick skills.

Although I have sorted out many scriptures, I have yet to meet anyone who has experience in the stick technique. How lucky I am to meet you today."

Just relying on their appearance, Juefa had already clearly explained the martial arts characteristics of the two men, which shocked Feng Liang and he didn't know how to respond.

Zhu Sensheng shrugged,

"Master, don't be surprised, my junior brother and I have already learned the lesson.

Xiaotu’s ancestors had branches left in Khotan, and Shensha came from the Western Regions.

Master Juefa was a guest when he came to the west. I thought he knew the details of our martial arts through this.

Now he has seen his master and senior brother thoroughly, and the disciple is convinced."

According to the information at hand, Feng Liang already knew that Master Juefa was an unpredictable martial artist, but he was still shocked when he saw him in person.

In addition to being shocked, I was also deeply worried. If Master Juefa really colluded with the princelings, how should I deal with it?

Although he was already deducing more changing endings in his mind, Feng Liang still had a dull expression of disbelief on his face and replied calmly,

"Master is really a god. I guess it's hard to find an opponent in martial arts, right?"

Juefa smiled and shook his head,

“There is Hu Erda in the sky, how can she be ranked first in terms of poetry and prose?

Maitreya and Buddha all praise each other. Can a warrior distinguish the second one?

(Author's case: To ensure the coherence of the article, notes are at the end of the chapter)

I have secretly heard that Mr. Bai Yujing Huayang in the martial arts world has unfathomable knowledge. He has never met him, and he is a poor man who dare not make any unreasonable comments.

However, the Taoist disciples whom Pindao knew, the Taishi Observed Clouds, Shanyang Chong Er, and their superb swordsmanship amazed Pindao.

In terms of fists and feet, Master Baonian is the pinnacle of the internal martial arts, and the supreme master of Yiguan is the guru of the external martial arts.

There are eighteen types of weapons in the Central Plains, and you all have your own strengths.

Each one takes one path and wins the battle on his own. How can there be a definite outcome?

When it comes to fighting against each other, it also depends on the weather, location, and physical condition.

Winning or losing is not as simple as just talking on paper."

Jue Dharma was so modest that Master Baonian couldn't stand listening anymore.

"Amitabha, fellow Taoist Feng, don't be angry with him like Zang Fengruo.

The Dharma-conscious nature has always been like this.

Pindao, please give me some help and brag about yourself.

My fleshy palms have traveled all over the mountains to Shanpo Kingdom, Xinyao Divine Kingdom, Nu Kingdom, Boluluo Kingdom, Tang Qiang, Fa Qiang, and Mi Yao Qiang, and I rarely have any enemies in Shihe.

But in front of Master Juefa, I fired thirty-six palms in a row, but he defused it with one hand without moving even half a step.

Manpower is ultimately limited, and Master Juefa's martial arts attainments have reached the limit that a poor Taoist can understand.

Although I have never met Mr. Huayang, I imagine there won’t be much difference between the two of them in terms of realm.”

"Hey, master, why do you praise the poor Taoist like this?

If your Vajrapani is fully powerful, how can a poor Taoist dare to enlarge it?"

"If you can't hit it, you can't hit it. How much force can you use to prove it?

In ordinary sparring, where is the need to put in all the effort?

Even if we really fight for life and death and each exerts our own strength,

Pindao, this old man may not be a match for your tendon-changing and marrow-washing technique..."

Feng Liang was not interested in the martial arts of these two people. People with higher martial arts than him fell into his hands.

Force is indeed a kind of reliance, but it is by no means the only tool used by humans to prey on the weak.

He directly interrupted Baonian's words and first complimented the two of them.

Then he talked about the attack just now and the key witness was shot and killed under his nose.

I think that if a master like Master Juefa was present, he would never let the little thief be so arrogant.

Finally, the conversation suddenly changed and Er Zhu Xingxing disappeared out of thin air.

Only then did he let out a long and sad sigh, hoping that Master Juefa could do more to improve the safety of the temple.

Feng Liang's eloquence is truly one of a kind, and he told this story with ups and downs.

The tense moments are gripping, and when changes occur, the soul is thrown into the air.

Juefazheng lamented the death of the witness and lamented that Feng Liang was fine.

Suddenly I heard that something happened in the animal garden, and I couldn't help but frown.

"It seems that my Maitreya Hall is on duty at the Beast Garden tonight."

Baonian laughed and said yes.

Juefa closed his eyes and hummed, then suddenly raised his wrist, and a string of Buddhist beads in his hand had been broken by him at some point.

More than a dozen ebony beads roared out of the window, and then there was a series of crackling sounds, which were obviously the rebound of hitting the wooden pillars on the wall.

Within a moment, the lights in the Maitreya Hall gradually became brighter, and six novice monks rushed into the room and bowed down together.

When he is aware of the Dharma, his eyes are not open, his long eyebrows are drooped, and the appearance of the Dharma is solemn.

The deep roar is like the roar of a leopard in the snow, and the roar of a dragon or elephant,

Although he does not show his angry face, he is as powerful as a god.

"Who is on duty at the animal garden today?"

"Master, I am the apprentice on duty.",

The novice who answered was the oldest and seemed to have reached the age of full ordination.

He is handsome and handsome, and at first glance he is a capable character.

"Mu Bai? You have always been steady and your martial arts skills are the best.

Except for the Ertong Sitang, I'm afraid no one in this temple can escape easily in front of you.

Can you tell me how you let Erjusimon slip away under your nose?"

"Master, it was hazy during the shift. I stared at the animal garden from a distance on the eaves, and I did see someone wearing Lord Sishou's clothes walking around the animal park, and then entered the hut where Lord Sishou usually lived, and never came out again.

I saw a light burning in the room, but I didn’t take it seriously at first.

But after staring for an hour, I saw only the candlelight and no human figure. The situation was very different from the past.

In order to find out more, the disciple took the risk of being discovered and touched under the window.

I broke the window paper but couldn't see anyone, so I sent the message out."

Feng Liang frowned and asked,

"How do you deliver the message?"

"When Master Baonian convened the heads of the four academies that day, he told us that we need to act in secret and not expose our behavior too much.

We are usually on duty in teams of two, with one person responsible for surveillance and one person guarding the perimeter. The two of us take turns to prevent fatigue.

If the person watching finds anything wrong, he can use the Bodhi seed to send a message to his companions.

My partner today is Tan Lin. After I made sure there was no one in the house, I returned to the beam and called Tan Lin with the bodhi seed.

It was he who sent the news to Master Baonian."

Mubai pointed with his finger at the youngest novice monk kneeling beside him.

The child looked to be in his early ten years. Although he looked quite smart,

But for such a big matter, Bodhi Courtyard actually sent a few children to come forward?

Baonian seemed to have seen through Feng Liang's thoughts and explained,

"Master, please don't underestimate these little novice monks. They are all trained by Master Juefa himself. Any one of them can defeat dozens of strong men.

They are smart people who know how to choose their disciples, so it is appropriate for them to do such things as spying and inquiring."

Tan Lin, a novice monk, just smiled slightly and did not feel dissatisfied with Feng Liang's doubts.

So he repeated what Mubai said just now, just adding some of his own perspective.

The child's voice is clear, the narration is clear, concise and to the point, and the words of Bao Nian are indeed true.

Feng Liang nodded and asked Mu Bai again,

"When you warned Tan Lin, didn't you pay attention to the situation in the room?"
To be continued...