Chapter 1158 The power of bald head!
Listen to you talk about Buddhism?
The corners of Elder Fang's mouth twitched slightly.
I’m going to fucking listen to you talk about hammer Buddhism!
"roll!"
Elder Fang flew up and kicked Huikong directly.
This kick is so powerful that it can easily crush the mountain.
Huikong's whole body was kicked out, and he suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Elder Fang looked at the direction where Huikong was kicked and disappeared, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
His kick would definitely kill the young monk.
"You guys, continue to guard the academy gate."
"As you command!"
Elder Fang turned around and walked into the academy.
But he hasn't taken a few steps yet.
"Amitabha!"
A familiar voice came from behind again.
Elder Fang suddenly turned around.
Huikong was seen standing in front of the academy gate again, with his hands clasped together and a smile on his face.
Apart from an extra footprint on the cassock, there were no injuries.
"Can the donor listen to the Buddhist teachings of the poor monk now?"
Huikong asked sincerely.
The few gatekeepers were all dumbfounded.
They didn't even see what was going on just now.
This bald monk hula fell from the sky all of a sudden.
They were so frightened that they almost sat on the ground.
Elder Fang found it even more incredible.
His kick should have kicked the monk to death.
Why is he still alive?
And it seems like there are no injuries at all?
"Are you a human or a ghost?"
Elder Fang couldn't help but ask.
Huikong bowed slightly.
"The poor monk's name is Huikong, he is a Buddhist monk."
Elder Fang was no longer calm.
Suddenly he jumped up.
Then a palm fell hard on Huikong's bald head.
As an elder of Baisha Academy, Elder Fang is a genuine Huayuan realm practitioner.
Extraordinary strength.
When a palm falls, Confucian grandeur is contained within it.
Huikong neither dodges nor hides.
He still maintains the posture of worshiping the Buddha with his hands folded.
The treasure is solemn.
Use your physical body to resist this palm.
boom!!!
Elder Fang's astonishing palm hit Huikong's shiny bald head firmly.
There was a dull crashing sound.
Huikong's body remained motionless, and his head didn't even move.
"How could this be?"
Elder Fang's expression changed drastically.
This palm of my own contains 70% of my own cultivation.
It stands to reason that even if this monk's cultivation level is not inferior to his own, he would not be able to resist it so easily.
Moreover, it seems that this monk has no cultivation level, so he can block his palm with just his bald head?
What kind of brain do you have?
Ziliu!
at this time.
Elder Fang felt that Huikong's bald head suddenly became extremely oily.
The remaining strength of his palm was suddenly slipped away.
Even Elder Fang's entire body slipped past Huikong's bald head.
Elder Fang quickly landed on his feet.
Then he looked at Huikong with a surprised look on his face.
"Is this a Buddhist method? Why is it so weird?"
The smile on Huikong's face did not diminish at all.
"Donor, can you listen to the poor monk now and talk about Buddhism?"
Elder Fang looked ugly.
"I still don't believe it!"
"I'm going to blow your bald head off today!"
Elder Fang also became angry.
Huikong was like a dog-skin plaster, which made Elder Fang very irritable.
Immediately he took action one after another.
One after another, palm seals containing Confucian majesty attacked Huikong one after another.
Moreover, every palm print was directed towards Huikong's head.
This is a bald man who is determined to destroy Huikong!
And what about Huikong?
Standing there motionless.
He chanted sutras silently and endured everything with his bald head.
Bang bang bang bang bang!!!
The palm prints were like those of a big dick, crackling on Huikong's head.
The sound is crisp. .??.
If this was an ordinary person, if his head was slapped like this, he would have been turned into a rotten watermelon.
But Huikong was unscathed!
wrong!
He had no hair to begin with!
It should be said that the scalp is intact!
Not even a single palm print was left on Huikong's bald head.
It even made Huikong's bald head look even brighter.
Under the sunlight, it becomes even more lustrous.
Elder Fang was completely dumbfounded.
I'm so pissed!
This monk’s brain is too powerful, isn’t it?
I slapped so many palms and didn't even leave any traces?
"Amitabha!"
Huikong recited the Buddha's name and felt quite emotional in his heart.
Only he himself knows why his head has become so powerful.
that is because.
Some time ago, Ye Qingyun was dishing out walnuts and would rub them on his head from time to time.
Huikong was also puzzled at the time and had no idea what the meaning of the Son's behavior was.
But later Huikong came back to his senses.
This must be the opportunity given to him by the Holy Son!
After being rubbed by the Holy Son's walnuts, my head became different from before.
It seems as if nothing can invade me!
Any offensive attack will be neutralized as long as it falls on his head.
And at this moment.
Facing the repeated attacks from this elder, Huikong became even more convinced of this point.
"It turns out that the Holy Son has already begun to prepare for Buddhism to take root in the Central Plains!"
Huikong was extremely moved.
In his opinion, the reason why Ye Qingyun gave him such an opportunity must be so that he could better promote Buddhism in the Central Plains.
Absolutely!
In order to live up to the painstaking efforts of the Holy Son!
In order to live up to the opportunity given to me by the Holy Son!
No matter what, he must spread the Holy Son's Dharma in the Central Plains.
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This Baisha Academy is the first stop for me to promote Buddhism.
"Donor, would you like to listen to the Buddhist teachings of this poor monk now?"
Huikong exerted his perseverance and asked persistently.
Elder Fang gritted his teeth.
"Okay, I would like to hear what you, the monk, have to say!"
Huikong was overjoyed when he heard this.
"Amitabha, all phenomena in the world are like bubbles in a dream"
"The cause of the past life, today's effect, come report"
"No Bodhi tree, nor stand mirror"
Huikong kept talking.
What he talks about is all about Buddhism.
Although it is boring and boring, it is truly profound Buddhism.
Most of them were learned by Huikong from Ye Qingyun.
At this moment, propaganda is coming out in the same way.
Elder Fang had a gloomy face at first and didn't really listen to what Huikong said.
He just wanted to send Huikong away as soon as possible.
Don’t you want to talk about Buddhism?
Then I'll let you say it.
I can tell you enough!
When you've said enough, you can get out.
But as he listened, Elder Fang's expression gradually changed.
The gloom and anger in his eyes gradually faded away.
Instead, there was a trace of confusion.
It's not just him.
Even the four gatekeepers were stagnant in place.
Huikong's voice kept echoing in his ears.
"Buddha has no appearance at all, but he also has ten thousand appearances!"
"If there is a Buddha in your heart, then everything in the world will be a Buddha!"
"Several donors, have you ever understood anything?"
Huikong talked a lot, but he didn't forget to ask Elder Fang and others about their thoughts.
Plop, plop!!!
The sound of kneeling sounded one after another.
The four gatekeepers directly knelt on the ground.
His face was filled with a look of great enlightenment.
"Master! We have enlightened!"
"Please accept us as your disciples!"
"We want to become monks!"
This chapter has been completed!