Yang Kongcheng's Yuanli was also densely packed with fonts, but it was obvious that the Confucian Yuanli was much purer than Lin Li's.
The four Confucian disciples in white shirts looked at Lin Li and said in surprise: "I heard from Yang Zhen that the person who beat him was familiar with Confucian skills. I didn't believe it at first, but now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I can't believe it is true. Although it is complicated,
But its power should not be underestimated."
"Where did this person get the Confucian skills? But it's obviously a concurrent practice, not pure."
Other people in the yard were watching the show from a distance and also commented, "The fonts in their Yuanli are based on their daily reading experience. The fonts in their Yuanli seem to be different, and their auras are completely different."
The fonts in Yangkong City's Yuanli mostly have the words "fame and wealth, utilitarianism, getting ahead, several official titles" and so on, while the fonts in Lin Li's Yuanli mostly have the words "Haoran righteousness, uprightness, integrity, conscience".
Lin Li stretched out his hand and waved. The form of Yuan Li was the sharp edge of a historical pen, while Yang Kong City was the official seal representing power. The two flew across the space, suddenly collided together, and both exploded.
Yangkong City flicked his five fingers in succession, and an official seal once again formed in front of him, but this time he was much more serious. The official seal was made of real materials, with delicate textures, and the bottom of the seal was the four characters "Official Luck Mastery". The power of the official seal has already been
This made Ji Changyue, Wang Ming and others frown.
Yang Kongcheng said coldly: "Based on your understanding of Confucianism skills, it's better not to be embarrassed."
Lin Li snorted coldly and clenched his right fist. Immediately, a violent war storm radiated out from the center of his fist and quickly enveloped the entire courtyard. Everyone felt as if they were on a real battlefield. They saw blood and floating oars.
Corpses piled up like a mountain, broken flags fluttering...
"He has changed his methods. Confucianism skills are not what he is good at. He has such a strong spirit of war." The theatergoers were shocked.
Monk Hengyuan frowned, "This is the attack! Could it be that Lin Li is a descendant of the God of War?"
A huge war wheel appeared in front of Lin Li's fist, and what pushed the wheel forward was huge power.
The war wheels collided with Yangkong City's "Official Success" seal in the air, crushing each other, causing ripples in the air to spread out.
The two consumed each other, and Yang Kongcheng felt the huge power transmitted from the wheel and couldn't help but frown.
Both of them began to use their real methods. After this attack, their respective magic weapons would be used in the next attack, completely escalating into a big battle.
At this moment, monk Hengyuan's body suddenly flashed with golden light, and he was like a golden Arhat. He flashed between the two of them, opened his hands to hold up a barrier, and blocked the attacks of the two.
"The two benefactors are guests from afar, so why bother fighting over a dispute of opinions? I hope the peaceful place in Buddhism will stop attacking."
Lin Li took a deep look at Yangkong City, stretched out his hand, and the war wheel rolled back and disappeared into the palm of his right hand. If monk Hengyuan hadn't stopped him, he really wanted to chop this annoying person with an axe.
Although the attacks of War Wheel and Official Seal consumed a lot of money, Hengyuan could easily block it and showed that he was as strong as the two of them. Naturally, Yangkong City couldn't turn a blind eye. He is the number one among the younger generation of Zhengyang Academy. It seems that
Monk Hengyuan's status in Fayuan Temple will not be bad.
Yangkong City is arrogant when he encounters people who are less powerful than him. People with the same level of strength don't have the capital to be arrogant.
If Yangkong City had known from the beginning that Hengyuan and Lin Li were as powerful as him, it would not have been so arrogant that the two of them came in and turned a blind eye. They would have definitely gotten up and made friends with Hengyuan. As for seeking revenge from Lin Li, they had to think carefully.
After a while, Yangkong City also stopped.
Monk Hengyuan stood between the two of them, clasping his hands, "Thank you for your understanding, donor. Buddhism is a quiet place, and I hope all donors will not fight in the temple. The young monk said goodbye."
Lin Li quickly said: "Master Hengyuan, I would like to borrow some Buddhist scriptures to read. Is it convenient?"
Hengyuan's eyes flashed, Lin Li's eyes became much kinder, and he said with a smile: "The donor is interested, the Buddha said that reading is a meritorious virtue. If Brother Lin wants to read Buddhist scriptures, just ask several junior brothers in the hospital for it. I will come next time
, and will also be brought to Brother Lin."
Lin Li smiled and said, "Thank you so much, Master Hengyuan."
Lin Li did not suddenly decide to read Buddhist scriptures because Yangkong City appeared and wanted to establish a good relationship with Hengyuan. Instead, he had the idea early in the morning to learn more about the secrets of Buddhist beads. He originally thought that Fayuan Temple would cherish Buddhist scriptures, so he wanted to ask
Monk Wuhua borrowed two copies, and now that he met Hengyuan, he brought them up first.
Hengyuan left. Lin Li, Ji Changyue, and Wang Ming returned to the room together.
Yang Kongcheng looked at Lin Li's back, his eyes flashing with cold light and murderous intent. Although Lin Li showed great strength, Yang Kongcheng was still sure of killing Lin Li. He had a trump card and was confident that he would meet a strong person in the longevity realm.
He can also deal with people, and he is the first person to have longevity.
…
Monk Hengyuan had been frowning since he came out of the courtyard, and his steps were much faster than before.
He went straight into the abbot's room of the temple.
The person in charge of a temple is called the abbot, and because the room he lives in is called the abbot's room, he is also called the abbot.
The people in the abbot's room are naturally the extremely unruly monk Wu Hua.
Monk Wuhua has extremely long eyebrows and is of a snow-white color. He is sitting neatly in his cassock and fidgeting with Buddhist beads in his hands. He looks serious no matter what, except for his name.
"Master." Monk Hengyuan called.
It turned out that Hengyuan was actually the direct disciple of the abbot of the temple, so it was no wonder that he had a distinguished status.
However, many people have already guessed this relationship.
"Things are not good." Hengyuan said.
…
A quarter of an hour later, Monk Wuhua and Monk Hengyuan came out of the abbot's room one after another and went to the Fayuan Palace. When they entered the main hall, there were already eight very old monks waiting among them.
Next, an old monk with gray eyebrows asked: "Abbott, why are you calling me here so urgently?"
Monk Wuhua walked up to the top, sat down on a futon in front of a big Zen character, and said to Hengyuan: "Hengyuan, tell me."
"Yes, Abbot."
Monk Hengyuan began to narrate: "Dear masters and uncles. Early this morning, two waiters went to the back mountain to pick elixirs. They were attacked by a ferocious monster and almost died. Fortunately, they were rescued and survived.
Disaster."
The monsters around Fayuan Temple have gradually lost their ferocity. There have been no monster attacks on monks for many years. Therefore, the eight elder monks instinctively felt that the matter was not simple and waited for the next step.
"The monster that attacked the monk was wearing pitch-black armor, with blood-red eyes, and was very ferocious. It was much more ferocious and cruel than the monsters outside."
The eight elders thought that the matter was not simple anymore. One of the elders' expression changed and asked: "Hengyuan, did you bring the corpse of the monster?"