Chapter 85 Sword Test Shaolin

"What does it mean to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately?"

Huang Lin has been puzzled by this concept of Buddhism for two lifetimes.

If you commit murder and commit evil, and then become a monk and become a monk, can the "evil" be eliminated? Can you become a Buddha?

"Amitabha, everyone in the world has misunderstood this. The so-called butcher's knife does not refer to the butcher's knife that kills people, but malice, evil words, evil deeds, and all delusions, delusions, confusion, confusion, discrimination, and attachment. "The Mahaparinirvana Sutra"

Something to say"

After a brief explanation, the text explains its meaning by quoting scriptures.

Among the people present, some nodded from time to time, some scratched their heads in confusion, and some put their hands together in salute and chanted the Buddha's name.

After he finished speaking, Huang Lin asked:

"I dare to ask the abbot, if there is a flower-picking thief who brings harm to countless good families, and later repentes and ordains himself in front of the Buddha, does that mean he has put down his butcher's knife?"

"Amitabha, that benefactor has the desire to change his past, and there will be one less thief in the world. There is no greater good."

All the people in the world looked at him sideways. Walking around the world, the most despised and hated person was the prostitute and thieves.

Judging from what the abbot of Shaolin said, it seemed that he could accept that lewd thief to become a monk?

"Haha. Thank you, abbot, for clarifying the confusion! Huang understands."

Huang Lin stood up, clasped his fists, and said no more.

If he continued talking, he was afraid that he would not be able to win over the old monk, so it was just right to end it here.

Wen Zai was stunned and couldn't even control his expression.

He was still waiting for Huang Lin to ask the next question, and then he would do a reversal. He had already thought of the lines exactly, but the topic was suddenly interrupted!

I hunt geese all day long, but today I was pecked in the eye by a junior!

"Amitabha!"

He immediately closed his eyes and recited the Buddha's name. Monks do not use foul language!

"The abbot is very courteous, but Huang's trip is just to test the sword, so he has to offend me!"

Huang Lin cupped his fists and saluted with a respectful tone.

"Huh, poor monk Luohantang Wenjue, come and meet your junior!"

Before Wen Zai could speak, a monk jumped out from behind him.

Huang Lin raised his eyebrows. The seat where the monk was standing just now was quite far back, so he probably wasn't the first one in the Luohan Hall.

Generally speaking, most of the people from the martial arts community who challenge Shaolin to compete are received by the Luohan Hall.

Are you treating him as an ordinary person in the world?

Stretching out his right hand, Yue Buqun handed over the red phoenix with great discernment.

Huang Lin felt relieved. If Lao Yue didn't do his best, he would lose a lot of face.

"Master, please!"

The two stood opposite each other in the square. Huang Lin held the sword in his left hand and stretched his right hand forward, signaling Wen Jue to strike first.

An angry look flashed across Wen Jue's face, and he immediately turned his hands into claws and squatted slightly.

Dragon claw hand?

Then Wen Jue took two steps forward, spun around, and rushed towards Huang Lin with his hands in front and back.

It’s really a Shaolin dragon claw hand!

Huang Lin didn't see how he moved. He took the red phoenix in his right hand and simply raised the sword with its scabbard at an angle with his backhand.

"Pa~"

One move!

Wenjue then whirled and flew away.

"Is this an eminent monk of the literary generation?"

"It looks awesome. I didn't expect it to be an embroidered pillow."

"Isn't Huang Bulin too powerful?"

People in the arena who were watching the scene started talking one after another.

Even the people from the Five Mountains Sword Sect were a little surprised.

In the past, I had only heard of top masters, but most of them had no idea.

"Abbott, there is no need to send out such martial arts, right?"

"Oh, kid, you're going too far!"

As soon as Huang Lin finished speaking, Wen Jue's voice sounded not far away, and people rushed up.

His martial arts skills are quite good. After being knocked away by Huang Lin, he flipped his body in the air and landed on the ground with his feet first without falling.

Wen Jue, who wanted to admit defeat, saw Huang Lin being so insulted, and became furious. He stepped heavily on his feet, and the man was already running towards him.

This time, he didn't dare to leave the ground and flew forward.

After getting close to Huang Lin, he blocked the scabbard of the red phoenix sword with both hands, and without stopping, he kicked, kicked, chopped, and swept straight towards the lower plate.

After a few moves with Huang Lin using both hands and feet.

"Pa~"

This time, a scabbard hit his head. Wenjue's body spun several times in the air before falling to the ground. A red mark on the right side of his face slanted from his forehead to his chin.

When I sat up, I was still a little dizzy.

Little harm

"Amitabha!"

Wen Zai shouted the Buddha's name, and two young monks came out from behind to lift Wen Jue up and take him back.

"The donor's methods are too cruel!"

"Huang didn't even draw his sword and didn't hurt any vital parts. How could he be so vicious?"

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Seeing that this man was not good at speaking, Huang Lin guessed that this man should be a pure warrior monk.

“Luohan Hall Grammar, learn from Master Huang’s clever tricks!”

"Master, please!"

Huang Lin still acted in the same way, but Wenfa was indeed not angry. I think this person has a better character than Wenjue just now.

No need to be polite, just tap the tip of Wenfa's toe, and the person has already rushed towards Huang Lin.

He raised his right hand and slapped it with a light palm.

Huang Lin raised his sword and blocked it casually, feeling that the force of this light palm was actually very heavy.

There are too many unique skills in Shaolin, and he can't figure out what kind of thing this is. When he gets interested, he doesn't rush to make moves, he only resists.

Wenfa's martial arts moves may seem weak, but they are actually very powerful and can be hard or soft.

Is this a one-shot deal? Or is it Prajna Palm?

Huang Lin was about to fight back, but saw the opponent retreating, clasping his hands together, chanting the Buddha's name and then said:

"Donor Huang has great martial arts skills, and this poor monk is no match for him."

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He was immediately suffocated, and Huang Lin could only say:

"Master, I agree. I wonder which Shaolin stunt Master used just now?"

"The big monument thrower!"

Huang Lin blinked. Such a ruthless name actually looked light and airy when hit. It was very deceptive!

Seeing that the grammar had faded, he lost interest and immediately turned to the abbot of Shaolin and said loudly:

"Masters, there is no need for you to come out if you are below the top level. Huang came to Shaolin to test the sword, not to play!"

"Young people, don't be too arrogant!"

Another angry shout came from behind Wen Zai.

"How can I be called a young man if I'm not angry?"

Huang Lin blurted out these words without even thinking about it.

"Hey, he's so crazy, but he has the ability!"

"That's a good thing to say. If anyone wants to scold me for being young and energetic in the future, I will respond in the same way!"
To be continued...