Wang Teng whispered, the jade white light that surrounds his body became more and more dazzling, noble and outstriving.
Huh ~
The wind is blowing
It is very light and light, rolling up the fallen leaves and petals, floating and wandering.
By the lakeside, the Buddha's qi became more and more concentrated, and the Zen meaning was revealed.
"Kahyapa picked up flowers, and the flowers bloomed to see the Buddha."
He whispered, his fingers raised and picked up flowers and laughed, as if the Buddha was alive; an unspeakable "meaning" enveloped the surroundings, pure and compassionate.
He moved, and his right palm pushed out horizontally, as if carrying an ancient Buddha; one finger was the sky and the designated earth, and I was the only one in the sky and under the earth!
When the flowers bloom, they see the Buddha and illuminate the true self!
Rumble!
This palm is vast and boundless, with the blessing of "intention", which is somewhat beyond the scope of Tongmai Realm.
"It's rare that you can actually touch the mystery of the true meaning of martial arts."
Wang Teng was a little surprised. Someone in this one-yuan-level world could actually touch the will of martial arts, which was the symbol of the innate warrior!
His eyebrows trembled slightly, and a purple sky eye opened, dispelling the alien force surrounding him, and quietly staring at the palm.
Huh!
Wang Teng hugged his arms in a circle, as if there was infinite great power in it; the true energy rushes up within three meters, as if it was like a river.
Facing this palm containing "intention", he did not dare to be careless at all.
"Tiangang is domineering!"
He shouted, and the violent airflow swept across the world, tearing everything up, colliding with the vast and peaceful palm power.
boom!
The strong wind whistled, and the calm lake surface was rippling everywhere, as if it was about to boil.
Huh!
The air flow rushed by, and the old abbot who was watching from a distance changed his face. His strength was almost blown to the point of being blown away.
Bang!
The dull collision sounded, the bright yellow monk's robe flew, and the Buddhist son fell straight out; he bumped into the ancient tree that was thick with four people hugging each other, and his mouth and nose were bleeding.
"Ahem, huh, huh."
He gasped violently, feeling that his muscles and bones were dislocated, and the pain was very painful. The donor's hard skills were too terrifying, so he resisted his palm.
But he was unable to withstand the other party's killing move and was blown away.
Stab!
The strong wind blew, the smoke disappeared, and a green robe appeared on the lakeside; my eyes were closed, my breathing was stable and powerful, as if I had realized something.
After a while, the Buddha's son stood up and wiped away the blood; he smiled bitterly and stood by. The donor was actually affected by the qi after being affected by his palm and entered an enlightenment state.
In the distance, the old abbot put his palms together, bowed to the Buddha's son and left; he was no longer needed here.
Half an hour later, a breeze blew by, and the boy seemed to feel something; his arms swung suddenly, and a purple mark flashed faintly between his eyebrows.
A punch was delivered slowly.
If the strength is not released, the true energy cannot be raised, and it is as ordinary as an old man.
But the Buddhist son who was waiting on the side changed his face, and in his eyes, this punch was completely different, full of traces of "intention".
It is like carrying an eternal sacred mountain, coming from the sky, suppressing all things, vicissitudes and grandness, which is suffocating.
"He actually realized it!"
The Buddhist son was shocked. Even though he had been practicing Buddhism for many years, he was still a little difficult to control himself at this moment. He just felt the most mysterious and essential "meaning" after being beaten by him.
This is like a dream. Is this donor still human?
Exhale~ Inhale~
The young man took a deep breath, and white waves rolled into his abdomen, and clouds curled out; the strength and distant energy were simply horrifying!
"How long has it been?"
His eyes slowly opened, like two rising stars, bright and fiery.
"Amitabha, the donor has realized it for half an hour."
The Buddhist son lowered his name and his mood was a little stable, but he was still a little shocked.
"Half an hour should be enough."
Wang Teng nodded slightly, glanced at the Buddhist son with his broken robe, and he had a lot of insights when fighting with him; especially in the last palm, he realized the mystery of "meaning".
This line is worth it.
"Amitabha, the temple is a pure place after all, I hope the donor will make things difficult for them."
Before leaving, the Buddhist son couldn't help but speak, and he didn't want Wang Teng to hurt the people in the temple.
"If they obey and keep the promise, I will not be embarrassed."
Wang Teng turned around and left along the mountain road when he came. His mood became more and more harmonious and he was more and more looking forward to the last battle.
The two masters of the south fist, the north legs, the guns and swords are both outstanding, and the two masters of the east and west Buddhas are peerless!
What has the strength of the Six Abyssas reached?
When we fight, the last world mission will be completed, and it will be time to return to the Martial God Realm.
"Tianxindao..."
Wang Teng whispered, and a blazing light flashed in his eyes, and he was bound to win.
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Half a stick of incense sticks, the heads of monks in the Main Hall had already left.
Only the old abbot wearing a red cassock sat quietly in front of the Buddha statue, reciting scriptures, and two gorgeous wooden boxes were placed in front of him.
Even the outlined stripes were carefully carved into the shape of Buddha statues.
Da, da, da
Outside the hall, footsteps were heard, slowly and heavy.
"Abbot."
The green robe was slightly raised, and the young man walked into the hall in the afterglow of the sunset, looking at the old monk calmly.
"Amitabha, the main ones who give gifts are here."
The wooden fish sounded lightly, and the old abbot stood up and picked up the gorgeous wooden boxes; he walked to Wang Teng step by step and handed them to him.
Smack
The wooden box is automatically without wind, the lid is opened to reveal the pills placed inside; no more or less, one box of three.
Among them, the Great Huan Dan is the treasure healing medicine of Lianhuafa Temple, which can connect broken bones and nourish the meridians; in the outside world, it is a treasure that cannot be bought even with a thousand taels of snow and silver.
Yijin Pill is specially used to make muscles and bones, and it is of great use to Wang Teng today, which is enough to make him go a step further.
You can't miss it.
"good."
He nodded slightly, put away the gorgeous wooden boxes on both sides, and continued to look at the old monk.
"As for the Sutra Pavilion, donor, please follow me."
The old abbot did not delay and led Wang Teng toward the direction of the Sutra Pavilion. This man who defeated the Sage Buddha Son; he did not dare to think about it.
It’s better to be honest so as not to cause trouble.
Along the way, all the monks retreated, with some people showing frightened faces and some people respected them, but more were still afraid.
For power beyond specifications, people's most instinctive is fear and rejection.
Wang Teng glanced coldly, and his heart was in turmoil.
After about half a stick of incense, he came to an ancient attic, and the wooden door creaked and opened.
The old abbot stepped in first, lit up rows of candlelights, and Wang Teng followed closely behind, took the wooden door and isolated it to spy.
"Amitabha, here contains all the martial arts and martial arts since the establishment of our temple, and many Buddhist scriptures. The donor can read them one by one, and I hope that no one will spread them."
The old abbot clasped his hands together, with a hint of pleading on his face.
"I came here just to improve martial arts and would not cause trouble. The old abbot was too worried."
Wang Teng nodded slightly. He had no worries in this world and could not do anything to spread. Besides, his own martial arts may not be worse than these.
After this, the name of Nanquan will only be more famous than that of Sifu. Who cares about the losers?