Emperor Hongdao wanted to drive the Buddha's son out of Daxing City. Zhongli Zixi wanted the Buddha's son to anger the saints, so it was impossible for Dacien Temple to not be lively.
When I first met Wuxin, Baijin Dao thought this was an old monk over the age of seventy. When I looked at it again, I thought it was a middle-aged man. After closer inspection, I felt that it was a big mistake. This was a little monk.
It is no wonder that Baijin Knife can see the eyes blurred. When Wuxin comes, his body is hunched and his eyebrows are as white as snow. When he approaches, he finds that his steps are steady and his voice is like a bell. He looks closely and his eyes are not yellow, his face is no traces, and his lips are red and his teeth are white.
The Wei River has a hundred jin sword, and the master's cultivation level is also somewhat famous in Daxing City. He can't see clearly, which only means that his mind is stronger than him.
Baijindao's face changed and he sneered: "Is it because I am happy to take it down? This is a young monk from the Wu generation of the Great Ci'en Temple."
Before the Buddha's son and the abbot spoke, the first cultivator of the Dacien Temple had already put his hands together and yelled the Buddha's name: "Good, good. Half a month ago, I personally stepped on the gradient. The abbot's senior brother gave him a Dharma name. There were many witnesses, so how could he speak lies.
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At this time, Wuxin also spoke, "Wuxin, fortunately, was enlightened by the Buddhist son, and became a monk at Dacien Temple, and cultivated his mind and worshiped the Buddha..."
Baijin Dao interrupted and said, "Okay, that's it. I just think you are a young monk from the Wu generation, and I'll compare you."
"Amitabha, please ask the donor to draw a path and strive to avoid disappointing the donor."
Baijindao said loudly: "Simple, literati use pens and ink, and martial artists see kung fu. We will fight one game and lose. I listen to the Buddha's son's lectures and lectures. If I win, I ask the Buddha's son to remove the platform."
Wuxin turned around and looked at the Buddha son and the abbot. Seeing the Buddha son nodded, he then said the Buddha's name: "Good, good, good. The little monk did his best to do it, hoping that the donor would be satisfied."
Baijindao smiled and said, "The Buddhist purity is not good, and it is better to go to the street to beat him."
After all, there are not as many people watching the fun in the temple as the streets. If you do this by a hundred jin knife, you just want to beat the monk and embarrass the Buddhist son. Even if he can't beat it, it doesn't matter. Anyway, there are many people who come together, and there are always people who can beat it.
Shangguan Hongying and Zhou Jing practiced dual cultivation techniques. Although they failed to achieve great success, they also reached the level of martial arts. At this time, they were a little excited to see both sides discussing martial arts.
When the two women from Shangguan family saw that their brother-in-law looked happy, they couldn't help but look at each other and smile...
The place where the poor people in Xiuzhengfang live is a bit messy, but it is wide. In front of the gate of Dacien Temple, the people cleared out a large open space just to watch the excitement.
Shangguan Hongying has a good cultivation level. He took two sisters-in-law to the front row and excitedly looked at the monk and secular people in the field.
In Shangguan Hongying's opinion, a hundred pounds of knife will definitely win. After all, that knife is actually worth a hundred pounds, and it is not an imaginary number. As for Monk Wuxin, his appearance is much worse. He was hunched over and had no momentum at all, afraid that it would be
If you can't take a few moves, you will be defeated.
As Shangguan Hongying saw, the hundred-pound knife slapped the big knife in his hand onto the bluestone slab, and with a "bang", the big bluestone actually broke directly.
"Monk, this knife in my hand can open mountains, break rivers, and break stars, so be careful."
Wuxin clasped his hands together and whispered the Buddha's name, but the moment Wuxin lowered his head, the beautiful hundred-jin knife suddenly dragged it up...
Shangguan Hongying curled his lips and said in his heart that this is too unpretentious and he is disagreeable.
Shangguan Hongying has never set foot in the world. He doesn’t know that only by living can we pay attention to others, and the truth is on our body. Dead people will always be the ones who don’t speak.
The big knife plowed the bluestone slab a half-finger-deep drag mark. When Mars was lit, he saw a hundred-jin knife exhaling and pulling it on. The knife move was simple, but not simple. I was so shocked that Shangguan Hongying was scolded.
Very sinister.
The moment the big knife left the bluestone slab, the stone slab under the knife was immediately shattered by the knife's aura. The gravel smoke and dust immediately enveloped Wuxin.
Rotate the forearm outside, and cut into smoke and dust along the right arc. If Wuxin defends according to the trajectory of the dragging knife, he will definitely be inclined with one knife.
"when!"
The sound of gold and iron burst out, and the smoke and dust were blown away by the sword air. Wu Xin closed her eyes, buckled her eight fingers, and pointed it out in the middle finger, which was the strongest point in the front of the blade.
Without moving any of the silk, I closed my eyes and took the knife. This concentration and cultivation level will make the world's masters ashamed.
Shangguan Hongying didn't know how his body could resist the blade, because he had low cultivation. However, there were many experts who watched the fun, but he didn't know what move Wuxin was doing.
But he saw a one-armed sweeping monk in Dacien Temple, with a flash of light in his eyes: "Tanka, Vajra Intention!"
Although the sweeping monk was not loud, those who were clear-headed and clear-eyed still heard it.
In front of the temple gate, the Buddha's son looked at his nose and his nose, and his heart was calm, just like an old monk entering into meditation. The abbot of his nature looked at the young sweeping monk and frowned slightly. I don't know if it was because the monk talked too much or something else.
But when he saw the head of the cultivator, he whispered: "It's all my junior brother who has neglected his duties, so please punish me."
Ben Nin shook his head and said, "Since he cut off his arm and worshiped the Buddha, he would not know the past."
At this time, the Hundred Jin Knife in the field looked ugly, and he pulled the knife back and said, "Why does the Central Plains Buddhism have Tantric handprints?"
This is what Baijin Knife said when he looked at the Buddha's son, and he already understood the meaning inside and outside. You should use the monk Zhongyuan, the monk who is a Tantric monk, and you are playing with me.
The Buddha clasped his hands together, but there was no joy or sorrow: "Thousands of practices, different paths will be the same."
Baijindao was stunned, and asked all the eight generations of Buddha's ancestors in his heart. This was too shameless, and he blocked me with just one sentence.
Baijindao snorted coldly: "So what about the intention of the King Kong? I still cut it down."
As he said that, he soared into the sky, and the human sword flipped and slashed. This time, the Baijin knife did not show any slut, and he slashed with all his strength.
I saw the knife falling on my head, and the one who greeted the hundred-pound knife was still the intention of the Knife.
"boom!"
The bluestone several feet below Wu Xin's feet were cracked, and the smoke and dust broke out in the sky...
A figure flew out of the smoke and dust, and took several steps in a row, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his throat.
If you lose, you will lose completely. The famous Baijin Knife was defeated with two blows, and the warriors in the crowd couldn't help but look ugly.
It is true that the Hundred Jin Knife is the weakest among them, but they only defend but not attack. If they do, they will not be able to get it.
I took the job and the money was so warm. Now I said I wouldn't do it, I'm afraid the black-faced Yan Luo, Jin Yulou, refused to agree.
Since that's the case, you have to go to the scene by biting the bullet. At worst, you can't be embarrassed.
The left-handed sword Shen Fang didn't want to be embarrassed because he was one of the top of these people and he couldn't afford to lose anyone.
I saw a green robe coming to the venue, clasped my fists and said loudly: "Shen Fang, the left-hand sword, please ask the Buddhist teachings of Dacien Temple."
Wheel battle is not a shameful thing. If you win, it will cause gossip. If you lose, it will be even more embarrassing.
Chen Fang said again, "Mr. Chen doesn't want to win, it's not martial. Monk, either we will fight again after adjusting our breathing, or we will replace people in Dacien Temple." Wu Xin said the Buddha's name, and was about to take the left-handed sword. When I challenged, I saw the abbot of the nature coming forward and said, "Amitabha, Shen Daxia's gentlemanly demeanor, I admire him very much. Wuxin has not yet retreated, and this battle was fought by your senior brother Wuyuan."
The old monk suddenly changed people, which surprised everyone present, but one of them was very happy.
The left-handed sword clasped his fist and said with a smile: "Then let someone Chen understand Wuyuan's tricks."
If you understand your heart, Shen Fang has no confidence, but if you change someone, it will be different.
The sweeping monk was named by the abbot and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. The more he talked, the thinner his life became. He couldn't hide it anymore, but he still wanted to continue staying in Dacien Temple, so it was inevitable that he would work hard.
The sweeping monk came to the door, smiled slightly at Wuxin, and then bowed and said, "Wuyuan, let the abbot's arrangement."
Seeing this, the left-handed Jian Chen Fang frowned slightly. The one-armed monk was not humble or lies, and calmly seemed to be saying the Buddha's chanting scriptures. Is his reputation not loud enough, or is Wuyuan a mindless guy? But Wuyuan should be Wuyuan Turning around and saying something, Shen Fang realized that this man was not stupid, but confident.
"The left-hand sword Shen Fang, the weapon Yin-Yang Zi Mother Sword, the sword weighs seven kilograms and three liang, the left-hand mother sword distracts the spirit, and the right-hand son sword kills the death."
Shen Fang was revealed by others, and she couldn't help but snorted coldly, "Who are you? What monsters are hidden in Dacien Temple?"
Wuyuan smiled and said, "How can monsters hide in the pure land of Buddhism? Shen Daxia joked. The little monk escaped into the monk. The Buddhism is shallow. Please ask Shen Daxia to show mercy under the sword."
As he said that, he reached out and called the corner of the wall, and then came into his hand and posed a starting position.
Shen Fang is an expert in using swords. When he saw Wuyuan's hand gesture, he knew that he had met his peers. He couldn't help but say coldly: "You are a person who uses swords. You are so arrogant. Are all the monks in Dacien Temple so crazy? ”
Wuyuan shook his head and said, "The sword has two blades, and hurting others can also hurt yourself. It is worse than a broom. It can sweep away thousands of troubles in the world and eliminate the demonic obstacles in the heart."
Shen Fang laughed and said, "I've been taught."
The sword sounds, and the sword flowers dance with the left hand, dazzling and striking the soul.
Shen Fang is good at sword skills, and when she draws her sword, she is full of beauty, like the blooming flowers. Every step is a flower, and she can see the ocean of flowers in an instant, swallowing Wuyuan in an instant...
Shangguan Hongying had never seen such a beautiful sword technique. If this sword was used by a woman, it would be a master of both sexes. He was deeply attracted and even couldn't help but scream.
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There were cheers in the crowd, which showed that the left-handed sword was not a false reputation.
It is still a bystander to capture the soul. You can imagine how the monk in the sea of flowers felt...
The abbot of the nature of nature closed his eyes and said to the Buddha's name: "Good, good, one mind is without any worries, all four elements are empty."
As soon as the words of my nature came to an end, someone heard someone yelling in the crowd: "Old bald donkey, no one thinks you are a mute if you don't speak."
The head of the cultivator looked cold and stared at the hundred-jin knife with blood on the corner of his mouth, and snorted angrily. Seeing that the cultivator was about to take off, he saw that the cultivator clasped his hands and shook his head.
The enlightenment in the sea of flowers is neither joy nor sorrow, and it is not affected at all. Now it seems that the worries of nature are really redundant.
Holding a broom upside down, stepping out in the wind and waves...