In the blink of an eye, the bearded man had already grabbed the piece of silver. He grasped it with five fingers and lifted it hard, trying to grab the silver from the young monk's hand.

But the silver in the young monk's hand didn't move at all.

He thought he had an illusion, and after being stunned for a moment, he grabbed the silver again.

But the piece of silver seemed to have grown in the monk's hand and remained motionless.

Now the man was quite surprised. He looked up at the young monk, only to see the latter looking at him with a smile.

The man was filled with shock and anger, and his face changed.

His five fingers were still grasping the piece of silver, but secretly he had gathered all his strength again to grab the silver from the monk's hand.

But what surprised him was that no matter how hard he tried, the piece of silver never left the monk's hand. And as the bearded man's fingers gradually increased their strength, the piece of silver also became heavier, as if he was holding a piece of silver in his hand.

It's not thirty taels but three hundred catties.

The bearded man gritted his teeth and held on to the silver tightly. But the young monk remained motionless despite his full grasp.

His feet were like nails to the ground.

Then there was a brief silence between the two, leaving others confused and confused.

Seeing this situation, several other people at Qiaotou felt a little strange. They also saw that the boss's expression gradually became serious, and they were even more puzzled.

Beads of sweat were already appearing on the forehead of the bearded man, because he felt that the monk's palm seemed to have endless suction. The harder he exerted force, the heavier the silver became. Eventually, the arm holding the silver began to become heavy and soft, and for a while

Unable to gather strength anymore, I had to let go.

"You monster monk!" the man suddenly yelled angrily, and then slashed out with his left hand, slashing at the young monk's outstretched wrist.

His left hand turned out to be stronger and more flexible than his right hand.

The sword was as bright as snow, and it struck the young monk's wrist in an instant.

When the refugees who were watching saw this, they couldn't help but burst into exclamations. Under such a sharp blade, the young monk would definitely cut off his hand on the spot.

The young monk remained motionless.

But the knife suddenly landed an inch above the monk's wrist and stopped moving.

The bearded man's face turned green and white at this moment, as if he had seen a ghost, and the knife in his hand seemed to be grabbed by an invisible giant hand. In shock, he turned his head and shouted angrily behind him: "Do it, kill this guy

Monster monk!"

The five people behind him were still immersed in surprise. When the boss shouted, they suddenly came to their senses. They all immediately rushed towards the young monk with their swords like hungry tigers.

"Amitabha!" The young monk suddenly announced the Buddha's name. As he clasped his hands together, his eyes suddenly became bright!

"Li Po, Li Po Di, please ask He, please He, Emperor..."

The young monk moved his lips and teeth lightly and recited a Buddhist mantra.

Five knives were already approaching him.

The moment the mantra was spoken, the young monk suddenly felt the aura of the Mingsheng, and then he flicked one hand towards the five sharp knives.

The young monk's movements seemed to be understated, but an immeasurable and majestic force suddenly surged between his gestures. The knives in the hands of the five people were as if they had been struck on a copper wall, and they were all shaken and flew out.

The five people were forced by this tyrannical and unparalleled force to lose their footing, staggering and almost falling on the bridge. Then, their faces turned pale as paper, and they looked at the young monk in horror.

The bearded man, who was still maintaining the chopping motion, had already soaked his clothes with sweat.

The sound of the mantra recited by the young monk reverberated in his ears like a loud bell. The man couldn't help but trembled all over, and he could no longer raise any fighting spirit in his heart.

His hand holding the knife suddenly softened, and the long knife in his hand fell to the ground.

At the same time, the refugees in Yingchoujian were stunned on the spot.

In that brief moment, it seemed as if there was boundless Buddha light shining all over Yingchou Stream, and the heaven and earth were silent for the moment.

"The mantra of the Seven Buddhas to extinguish sins! This little monk has a good life!" Shang Yixing saw this and couldn't help but murmured to himself: "At such a young age, he has already achieved such a wonderful state of mind. It seems that the rumors are indeed true.

Tianlun Temple is expected to prosper."

His heart was filled with ups and downs, and he couldn't help but turn his head again to look at Mingchuan, who was watching the excitement attentively. The look in his eyes changed several times, and finally he smiled in relief.

Everything in the world is predestined, has a determined cause and effect, and is subject to God's will. Mingchuan, as a teacher, it is true that you can't get rid of attachments, but those fixed numbers should not be imposed on you by me. Follow your heart and you should have your own destiny.

"Donor, it seems that you have lost." The young monk still looked calm. He still stretched out his hand, and the thirty taels of silver in his hand remained untouched.

The bearded man's face was pale, and the five people behind him showed no signs of arrogance. The six of them stood stunned on the bridge, speechless for a long time.

The young monk they saw today undoubtedly shocked them to the core.

The bearded man suddenly smiled bitterly and said: "Little monk, you won, and I am convinced that I lost. I have heard people in the book talk about people like you before, and I always thought it was a story they made up. Unexpectedly, what I saw today, it turns out that

We are actually sitting in a well looking at the sky."

"There are all kinds of wonderful Dharma in the vast world. All the magical realms are like magical powers." The young monk clasped his hands together and said to the six people: "On behalf of these suffering people behind me, I would like to thank all the donors for opening the door of convenience."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of mountain wind blew by, and the piece of silver in his hand turned into powder in front of everyone's eyes and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The six people were stunned and speechless for a moment.

The bearded man shook his head and sighed: "Only when I meet an expert today will I know what it means to be blinded by a leaf. Forget it, I am willing to admit defeat. You can go."

He looked extremely frustrated and walked out of the bridge first, and the other five people had no choice but to follow him and get out of the way.

Everyone in Yingchoujian was extremely shocked, and they all looked at the two monks with admiration.

"Master, that little monk is so powerful! You can't even cut him with a knife." Mingchuan, who was far away from Qiaotou, had eyes full of admiration.

Shang Yixing's eyes were fixed on the young monk for a long time, and then he said: "That young monk possesses the cultivation level of Buddhist emptiness, which can be said to be the pinnacle of Buddhist martial arts. With the abilities of those six grass bandits, not to mention six

Even if there were ten times as many knives, they would never come as close as three feet in front of him."

Mingchuan's eyes widened. He pulled Shang Yixing's sleeve and asked in surprise: "How did he do it?"

Shang Yixing Ningshen said: "The path of martial arts is vast and endless, and there are more than tens of millions of people practicing martial arts in this world, but in the end, those who can truly become masters of this way are all people with extraordinary talents and extraordinary understanding. And this little monk has extraordinary abilities regardless of his basic abilities.

It is unique among ten thousand, and with the guidance of a good teacher, it is not surprising that I have achieved this level of cultivation now."

Mingchuan snorted, suddenly turned to Shang Yixing and blinked: "Master, what do you think of my talent and understanding?"

Shang Yixing couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then said: "You boy, your talent is indeed not bad, but your understanding is slightly lacking. This does not mean that you do not have innate understanding, but that you do not use your heart and mind to do it."

Understand. If you are determined, you will have at least 60% of the skills in "Haoran Mingjuan"."

Mingchuan was a little dazed when he heard it, and his expression was a little weird, and he said: "Master, if I work hard, can I be as powerful as that little monk in the end?"

Shang Yixing was a little surprised. Since he accepted Mingchuan as his disciple, he has found that although this boy is smart and has good talents, his personality is too loose. If it is something that he is not interested in, no matter how he guides him, he will be half-hearted.

He couldn't muster up his energy, especially his martial arts skills, and he just did it hastily. This made the old poor man very helpless. His life experience in business can be described as brilliant, and his identity is one of the top of the three religions. As a former

At the pinnacle of Confucianism, Shang Yixing is both civilized and martial. If he claims to be the second best in the world of martial arts, if he claims to be second in the world, even if he looks at the current world, no one would dare to claim the first place. In terms of martial arts, Shang Yixing not only has excellent swordsmanship, but also practices martial arts.

The internal strength of the unique skill "Haoran Mingjuan". He was once a master-level existence comparable to Chongzhen Lu Huaichen. He also interacted with Zhuo Shiran, the master of the Sword Sect, and Hua Zipiao, the master of the Spring and Autumn Pavilion. Zhuo Shiran and Hua Zipiao, in the three

Ten years ago, he was already a top master in martial arts, and now he is a master. Shang Yixing is famous all over the world for his sword of calligraphy. He carries the sword "The Legend of the Gentleman" with him and is a peerless magic weapon. He enjoys the title of "book sword" in the martial arts.

The reputation of "Swordsmanship and Gentleman Style".

And for a famous martial arts master like him to accept a disciple like Mingchuan who has no goals and no beliefs, how could he not make Shang Yixing shake his head and sigh? But now this kid seems to have the idea of ​​changing his mind, which indeed makes the old poor man secretly excited.

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The old poor man secretly rejoiced in his heart. If the young monk at the bridge could make Mingchuan wake up and restrain his mind and study hard, he would be able to teach others what he had learned in his life, and Confucianism would not be in decline in the future.

Thinking of this, Shang Yixing coughed dryly and said without changing his expression: "There are many sects in martial arts, and there are different types. With your talent, if you can focus on martial arts and practice with concentration in the future, can you be like that little monk?

Although it’s hard to say, within three years you will definitely be transformed. If you can reach another state of enlightenment, within ten years, you will definitely achieve something you can’t imagine now.”

Having said this, the old poor man glanced at the skinny young man: "But this must have a prerequisite, that is, you must be able to endure hardship and endure loneliness."

"Efforts of hardship?" Mingchuan murmured: "Master, I think we have suffered enough now." He sighed in a pretentious manner and continued: "Forget it, anyway, I have no interest in the martial arts, no matter how powerful the martial arts is.

It’s meaningless. Although it’s a bit boring, I still feel that growing vegetables in the mountains is not a bad life, at least I won’t be displaced.”

As soon as I said this, the old and poor heart fell to the bottom again.

He was about to give a lesson, but suddenly remembered the sudden realization he had earlier, and shook his head mockingly and smiled.

A gentleman has something to do and something not to do.

While the master and apprentice were chatting, some stranded refugees began to pass by the bridge. But after the six "grass bandits" walked out of the bridge, they stopped and stood aside. The bearded man was deeply shocked, and his expression

Feeling depressed, I thought that returning to Qianzhou was not a wise choice, so I simply decided to wait for these refugees to finish leaving before crossing the bridge to find him elsewhere.

The six of them are no longer as arrogant and domineering as before.

The two monks, because they learned from the passing refugees that a person died here, and the body fell into Yingchou Stream, they did not leave immediately. Wu Hao turned his head and looked at the six people, sighed, and faced it alone

Hehehe silently recited the scriptures to save the souls of the dead.

When the refugees passed by the bridge, they would cast pious glances at the two monks.

At that time, a skinny old woman led an eighty-nine-year-old boy and passed by the young monk. Both of them were sallow and weak, as if they had not eaten for several days. The young monk frowned slightly and took out two bags of food from his backpack.

A steamed bun was handed to the two of them respectively.

The old man and the young man were so grateful that they almost knelt down. The old woman had tears in her eyes and said to the young monk: "Thank you so much, Master. With these two steamed buns, my grandson who has lost his parents can live for two more days."

Alas, the old woman didn’t understand the scriptures. She only knew that if she could fill her stomach, everyone would not leave their homes and that person would not be buried at the bottom of the river. These two steamed buns are the living Bodhisattva, and the master also saved someone’s life.
To be continued...