In Shaolin Temple, in the Bodhi Garden, an old man with a long beard, dressed in a gray monk's robe, is sitting cross-legged under a fake bodhi tree, breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth between his mouth and nose.
The so-called false Bodhi tree is grown when the branches and leaves of the real Bodhi tree in the Western Brahma world fall into the mortal world. Although this tree cannot be compared with the real Bodhi tree, its ability to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on its own is quite useful for those who practice Qi.
Help.
At this moment, he also heard a sudden sound coming from the front hall. The old man stood up and flew through the air as fast as a ghost, leaving faint traces. The old man quickly flew up and stood on the Guangyu Hall, lightly
The wind blew, causing his monk's robe to billow.
"Is this the ancestor in red?" the old man sang a cappella. His voice was so clear that it swayed in the air like Sanskrit music from the heavens.
"I am the one who came to Shaolin today. Doesn't the abbot know how to show his loyalty to the landlord?" The red-clothed ancestor's words were cold, but the meaning behind his words was extremely obvious.
"The friendship of the landlord, are the words of the donor too ridiculous? You, the red-robed temple, and I, Shaolin, are demons and Buddhas who are different from each other. I welcome you? Are you not afraid of staining the purity of the temple?" Although the old man spoke softly, it was
He used a tone of sneer and rejection.
"Since you don't want to invite me, don't blame me for being rude." The ancestor in red said, and with a wave of his right hand, several green vines flew out of his red sleeves and hit the Great Vajra Circle Shield.
"Donor, do you know that this is disrespectful to Shaolin? Once you offend the Buddha, although I am merciful, there is a limit to mercy." The old man said sternly, while using his right hand to lightly touch the light shield in front of him.
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At this point, the shield that originally emitted a faint white light suddenly became much brighter.
Several green vines that were rushing towards suddenly rolled back at this moment. The ancestor in red showed unwillingness and waved his right hand again. Thousands of green vines appeared in his sleeves, and they quickly moved towards the shield.
Smash it away.
The "boom" was a deafening, earth-shaking loud noise. The entire Shaolin Temple trembled for a while. The black wood that was half lying on the eaves rolled down from the eaves and hit the ground.
"What happened?" "Oops, there's going to be an earthquake."……………………
Waves of questions came from various Zen rooms in the Shaolin Temple. Within a moment, more than fifty bald monks rushed out of their rooms and gathered in front of the Guangyu Hall.
"What is Abbot doing?"
"Yes! Why did you activate the Great Vajra Circle to protect the temple?"
"What kind of monster is that? Why does it have red hair and is so scary?"
"Brother, look, this is a fellow Taoist from Kunlun, and he is so seriously injured..." While the monks were talking about each other, a young novice suddenly found Xuan Mu lying on the ground, weak and covered in blood.
One of the middle-aged monks with a beard heard this and turned his head. The moment he saw Xuanmu, he said solemnly: "This is indeed Kunlun's Taoist uniform. Quick, quick, quick, take this
The little brother was sent to the guest room in the backyard to rest."
Hearing this, the young novice monk quickly picked up the black wood. Carrying the black wood behind him, he hurried towards the backyard.
"boom."……
There was another loud noise, and the large diamond circle shield shook violently. A layer of light could be seen rippled out.
"Since the donor doesn't give me the honor of Shaolin, then don't blame me, Shaolin." The abbot said coldly, grabbing his right hand at his waist, and a seven-foot-long bronze Zen staff appeared in his hand. "
Let me send you to hell to meet Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva on behalf of the Buddha."
As the Shaolin abbot spoke, he waved the Zen staff in his hand in the air. A sharp blue-yellow wind roared in the air, cutting thousands of green vines into pieces.
"Thousands of tribulations, life comes from tribulations, and annihilation comes from tribulations. In my tribulation, you will grow old, sick, and die as my tribulation changes. As my tribulation ends, you will have no regrets in your life." The ancestor in red chanted in his mouth, as if he was pronouncing a sentence.
It's like a verdict.
As soon as the red-clothed ancestor finished speaking, the thousands of green hairs on his head turned into red hair. This red hair extended infinitely, ten feet, twenty feet, until it stopped at fifty feet. Fifty feet condensed together.
The red hair slammed against the protective cover of the Great King Kong Circle like a rope that was about one foot in size.
"Boom." There was an explosion. At this moment, all the Shaolin monks had no time to be surprised, no time to be frightened, no time to be afraid. The protective shield of the Vajra Circle that shrouded their heads and had always given them a sense of security was struck by the ancestor in red.
It was broken through forcefully.
"If you hand over that Kunlun disciple, I will not care about Shaolin. If you refuse to hand over the person, today, I will kill the Buddha if the Buddha blocks it, and kill the God if the God blocks it." The ancestor in red was guarding the shield.
The moment it broke open, he stared at the Shaolin abbot with a murderous expression and said cruelly and ruthlessly.
"Don't think that my big Shaolin can't deal with you as a monster. Don't say that you are a red-robed person today. Even if there are ten red-robed people, it is impossible for them to want to do whatever they want in Shaolin. Where are the Eighteen Arhats?" The abbot looked calm and asked.
Have a drink.
"Disciple is here..." A neat and heroic shout was shouted out just after the abbot finished speaking. Eighteen young men with orange skin all over their bodies stood neatly in the air behind the abbot.
"Eighteen Arhat Formation, start." The abbot said word by word with a very calm mind.
When the eighteen young men heard the abbot's words, the eighteen people kept changing their positions in a strange pattern. They changed at a very fast speed, almost in the blink of an eye, they seemed to disappear in the sky
Generally. Actually not necessarily, they just fly too fast. Like phantoms.
With the magic power of the ancestor in red, she could naturally see the blurry figures of these eighteen people. She did not plan to defeat the so-called eighteen Arhats in various ways, but made a hand seal with her right hand and murmured in her mouth.
The thousands of red vine-like hairs turned into a giant net. This net was much larger than the silk net that initially covered Xuanmu. It was dozens of feet in diameter. It moved towards the eighteen people who were rapidly leaping around it.
The young monk quickly enveloped himself.
For a moment, the bodies of the eighteen teenagers suddenly stopped. They were wrapped in silk nets. When the ancestor in red realized that it seemed a little too easy, these eighteen teenagers all showed incomprehensible smiles.
meaning.
Each of them held a blood talisman in their hands. As they chanted, the blood talisman flashed red and turned into a yellow light that penetrated the young man's eyebrows.
The eighteen-year-old boy seemed to have opened and closed his heavenly eyes, and the golden light on his body shone brightly. It enveloped the ancestor in red, and the green vine that had just been transformed also disappeared without a trace at this time.
The legendary Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Formation was officially launched at this time.