452: C452 Floral Finger

C452 Floral Finger

Hearing the old monk's words, Jin Wudao's face slightly changed. He wasn't afraid that Ding Yi wouldn't be able to take the old monk's attack, but that the old monk's old bones would be broken by Ding Yi. That way, it would be more difficult to solve the problem, so he quickly said in a low voice: "Master, you better be careful, otherwise if this old monk comes up, we won't be able to explain ourselves."

"Don't worry, his strength isn't as weak as you think." Ding Yi shook his head.

Jin Wudao didn't notice that the old man's cultivation level was very normal because the old man's strength was not any weaker than Jin Wudao's. It was possible that the old man was even stronger than Jin Wudao, but these were just Ding Yi's guesses because he couldn't see through the old monk.

This old monk looked too ordinary. His grey robe was washed white and there were two patches on it. Other than his pair of bright and lively eyes, there were no other highlights. Only the way he addressed Master Yuanjue gave Ding Yi some clues.

This old guy was at least a monk that was of the same generation as Yuan Xin. Otherwise, he wouldn't have called Master Yuanjue by his full name.

Hearing Ding Yi's words, Jin Wudao was slightly stunned, then he was shocked. To be said like this by his teacher, could it be that this old monk has some other outstanding qualities? However, no matter how he probed, he couldn't find anything special about the old monk.

At this time, the old monk suddenly put the broom in his hand to the side. His drooping eyelids were lifted and a light flashed across his eyes. He clasped his hands together and said, "Little Benefactor, this old monk has offended you."

As his voice fell, the old monk's eyes became serious. He took half a step forward and an invisible aura began to emanate from his body. The old monk casually stretched out his hand that was covered with ravines and gently pinched it!

"Shaolin 72 Ultimate Skill, Flower Plucking Finger!" Ding Yi's eyes narrowed. He never thought that this old monk would actually have seventy-two skills!

The seventy-two ultimate skills of the Shaolin Temple were never taught to outsiders. Could it be that this old monk was someone from the Shaolin Temple? Without waiting for Ding Yi to think, the old monk attacked!

At the beginning, when the old monk reached out his hand, Jin Wudao still didn't get what he meant, but the next moment, his expression changed drastically as his heart jumped!

The old monk pressed his three fingers together, and with a slight turn of his fingers, a withered yellow willow leaf fell from the sky. The old monk pinched the yellow willow leaf with his three fingers, and with a gentle flick of his fingers, he pushed the leaf forward like a daughter.

In the next moment, the leaves disappeared, but Ding Yi's expression changed slightly. He stomped hard on the ground with his right foot, and a crack appeared instantly on the limestone ground. At the same time, Ding Yi's shoulders trembled, and the Spiritual Energy in his body rushed out crazily from his shoulder.

Other people might not be able to sense the abnormality, but Ding Yi's soul detection allowed him to clearly feel it. The old monk's finger emitted an extremely powerful hidden force. The withered leaf did not disappear, but was instantly smashed into pieces that could not be seen by the naked eye.

The hidden force wrapped around the invisible debris and attacked Ding Yi. It instantly landed on Ding Yi's shoulder. Right at this moment, the counterforce from Ding Yi's shoulder rushed over and ruthlessly hit Ding Yi's hidden force.

Bang! The air in front of Ding Yi suddenly exploded, producing a loud sound!

This scene scared Jin Wudao. He immediately walked towards Ding Yi and asked anxiously, "Master, are you alright?"

Ding Yi shook his head, and patted his shoulder. Then he looked at the old monk and laughed: "I never thought that I would see the Flower Picking Finger of the Seventy-two Ultimate Skill of Shaolin Temple within the White Horse Temple, could it be that Master is from Shaolin Temple?"

"Ha ha-ha, as expected of the younger generation! "Please!" The old monk's expression changed and he immediately moved out of the way. He gestured, "I hope little friend can help Yuan Jue overcome this crisis."

Seeing this, Ding Yi no longer hesitated and cupped his fists towards the old monk. He did not continue asking about the Flower Plucking Finger and immediately turned around to walk into the Zen Courtyard.

Seeing Ding Yi walk in, Jin Wudao also quickly followed and asked in a low voice, "Master, do you know the moves of that old monk?"

"Sigh, one of Shaolin Temple's seventy-two supreme techniques, cannot be wrong." Ding Yi suddenly sighed.

The Flower Plucking Finger was the most unique of Shaolin Temple's 72 unique techniques, different from the Luohan Fist and Bamboo Leaf Hand techniques. Although it was a secret technique, the person who practiced it was either a fool or a madman, because once the Flower Plucking Finger was practiced, the other 71 techniques could no longer be learnt, otherwise there would be trouble of Qi deviation!

Therefore, the Flower Plucking Finger also became one of the few unpopular techniques in Shaolin Temple. Plus, it was extremely difficult, so not even one out of ten thousand people could successfully learn it. That was why Ding Yi was so surprised.

"I once saw a person practice floral flicking fingers to the acme of perfection. Even those Primitive Descendant were not able to withstand his finger attack!" Suddenly, a figure appeared in Ding Yi's mind and he subconsciously blurted out.

After saying that, Ding Yi's face immediately turned pale. He clutched his chest tightly. He didn't know why, but a nameless pain suddenly came from his heart. When he thought about it again, the figure's appearance had already become indistinct.

"Master, what's wrong?" Jin Wudao hurriedly supported Ding Yi and asked anxiously.

Ding Yi waved his hand and let out a long breath. He had just suppressed the pain in his heart. He breathed heavily with his eyes closed. He couldn't help but think to himself: "Just who did I think of?"

"Forget it, let's go in first." After a moment, Ding Yi still couldn't remember who that person was. Even the outline of his figure had become blurry, as if that person's figure had already disappeared from his mind.

With this matter suppressed in his heart, Ding Yi quickly walked into the meditation courtyard. Under Jin Wudao's lead, they arrived at Master Yuanjue's meditation room.

Master Yuanjue's meditation room's door was wide open. A group of monks stood in the meditation room, looking at the pale old monk lying on the bamboo bed with a serious face. The entire meditation room was filled with a solemn atmosphere.2

The arrival of Ding Yi and Jin Wudao had broken the solemn and sorrowful atmosphere. Hui Chen's and Hui Min's expressions had even changed. They immediately scolded in a low voice, "Who let you two in?!"

When these words left his mouth, everyone turned to look at Ding Yi and Jin Wudao. All of them revealed expressions of doubt.

However, Ding Yi did not pay any attention to Hui Chen. Instead, he looked at the old monk lying on the bamboo bed and asked, "This is Master Yuanjue?"

The monk was about ninety years old and his skin was covered with scars. He was lying on a bamboo bed, on his last breath. Beside him was another monk, who was trying to remove the needles from his body.

"Hui Chen, who are they?" After seeing Ding Yi and Wu Tie, an old monk with white eyebrows asked majestically.

"Master, they are people sent by Chen Family. They forcefully barged into my White Horse Temple and were stopped by us, but later on, Lord Abbot …" At this point, Hui Chen paused and looked at the old monk lying on the bamboo bed with a sorrowful look in his eyes.

"What?!" Hearing Hui Chen's words, the monk with white eyebrows changed his expression and looked at Ding Yi with a sharp gaze, "You hurt our abbot and still dare to force your way into our abbey. Do you really think our abbey is easy to bully?" "Seize them!"

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