Chapter four hundred and thirty fourth eminent monk
Chapter 434: Eminent Monk
The wind is biting and the snow is flying. (《》网.com)
The monks dressed in gray robes and holding Arhat sticks surrounded Lu Heng and Agui in the center as soon as they came up.
"What a thief!" The leading monk with gray eyebrows should be the abbot of the Discipline Academy. When he saw the pale-faced Queen Mother being supported by female disciples, her face changed. With a swipe, she raised one hand.
He picked up the Luohan stick, pointed it at Lu Heng and the other two monks, and said to the other monks in a deep voice: "Get in formation!"
Brush brush brush.
As the monks trampled on the snow, the footsteps gradually became more rapid. The eighteen monks held sticks in both hands, with trembling heads, pointing at Lu Heng and Agui, who were surrounded in the center and stood side by side.
"Arhat Formation?" After seeing the formations of the monks, Agui just frowned and said lightly. He seemed to be talking to himself or asking the abbot of the Discipline Academy.
"My Buddha is merciful, so it's better to capture the two benefactors without any effort!" The white-browed monk looked at the two Lu Heng who were surrounded with a faint look, clasped his hands together, and advised.
"Master, do you think we will lose?" Lu Heng looked at the white-browed monk, smiled slightly, and asked curiously.
The white-browed monk nodded slightly: "We have the right time, the right place, and the right people, and we have every advantage. Does the donor still think that just the two of you can defeat so many of us?"
"Maybe!" Lu Heng chuckled and looked at the white-browed monk with a smile. After looking around at the monks who were getting closer and closer, Lu Heng said lightly: "Ah Gui!"
"Yes!" After hearing the young master's voice, Agui hummed and replied.
"A few tricks with the masters!" Lu Heng said, but his eyes were fixed on the white-browed monk and never moved away: "Don't hurt anyone!".
"I know!" Agui exclaimed, then raised the long sword in his hand and thrust it into the ground. Then he strode forward.
With a squeaking sound, the long sword was inserted into the ice and snow under my feet. (《》网7*
The sun shone in the past, the sword's edge was awe-inspiring, and the cold light shone.
Seeing the big man abandoning his long sword, the monks were awe-struck and looked much better.
Wutai Mountain is a holy land of Buddhism. Using swords and guns here is a great blasphemy to the Lord Buddha. This person understands this truth and actively abandons his weapons. It is obvious that he is giving them face.
After receiving a nod from the host Baimei, the Eighteen Arhats automatically released Lu Heng. All eighteen people pointed sticks at the bare-handed Agui in the center.
They were puzzled that since everyone had discarded their weapons, they still had to hold the Luohan stick for themselves! However, the host did not say anything, so they did not dare to put it down casually. They could only continue to hold the stick and stare at the big man walking over.
The white-browed monk on the side, after seeing the long sword that was inserted into the ground more than a foot deep, his eyes narrowed slightly. Look at the burly, extraordinary-looking man. Then look at his side, the face with
The calm scholar and white-browed monk suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Walking slowly in Zen steps, he walked to Lu Heng's side. The white-browed monk turned his face and glanced at the scholar in front of him. Seeing his calm expression and calm mind, his suspicions became more certain. Then,
The white-browed monk looked at the situation and said calmly: "Poor monk Fa Jing, the host of the Discipline Academy of Wutai Zen Academy! I don't know the guest..."
Lu Heng smiled and did not answer him directly. He was still observing the situation in the field, but after thinking for a moment, he asked: "Who is Fahai to you?"
"Ahem, that's the poor monk's great-uncle!" The white-browed monk twitched the corner of his mouth, clasped his hands together, and said with great respect.
"Uncle Master?" Lu Heng was stunned for a moment, then thought about it in his mind, and after calculating Fa Hai's age, he asked curiously: "How old is he this year?"
"Master-uncle was born in the first year of Qingli, and he is now one hundred and thirty years old!" Fa Jing clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and said in a deep voice.
"One hundred and thirty years old?" Lu Heng was startled when he heard this age. "".com.com turned his head and looked at the white-browed monk in disbelief. His first reaction was that this guy couldn't be lying.
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"Master, monks don't lie!" Lu Heng stared at him and said word by word.
"Monks don't lie!" Fa Jing lowered his eyes slightly. After clasping his hands and chanting the Buddha's name, he looked at Lu Heng with clear eyes and said with certainty: "What the poor monk said is the truth!"
At this point, Fa Jing was able to basically confirm who the scholar in front of him was. Therefore, when he spoke, his tone was much more respectful. Not to mention that he was a powerful official in the dynasty, but because of his friendship with his uncle.
It's not something that a junior like me can comment on.
"Ha..." Seeing the affirmation in Fa Jing's eyes, Lu Heng was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.
"Why are you laughing, sir?" Fa Jing asked confusedly.
Lu Heng thought of Fa Hai's appearance as a flowery monk, and he couldn't connect him with the eminent monk who only existed in legends.
Now, I heard the confirmation from Monk Fajing.
Lu Heng thought of the words that monk Fahai casually recited when he was in Chengdu, Sichuan: A devout Buddha's heart is in this world of mortals. One thought can become a devil, one thought can become a Buddha, it's all there
The purpose of saving all sentient beings is not to save them after they die, but to give them a better life while they are alive.
Today, Fahai is still in Sichuan, busy working for the people of Sichuan with a heart to save the world.
Isn't what he did like what the Lord Buddha did?
Turning his head, looking at the questioning look on the white-browed Fa Jing, Lu Heng smiled faintly and said, "Thinking of your great uncle!!"
Seeing that there was still confusion in Fa Jing's eyes, Lu Heng smiled slightly and said with a hint of admiration: "He is an accomplished monk!"
When Fa Jing heard this, he raised his head and looked at the proud man in front of him, with undisguised admiration in his eyes. He was still puzzled in his heart.
Great uncle.
Thinking of her uncle's unkempt appearance, Fa Jing smiled helplessly.
At this moment, the eighteen Arhats in the field suddenly moved.
The sticks in his hands suddenly thrust out together, stabbing directly at Agui's upper, middle and lower body.
At the same time, there were four sticks inserted between Agui's legs.
However, when the leading monk saw the two sticks piercing Agui's eyes, he was actually grabbed by Agui. The two monks holding the sticks couldn't pull them back no matter how hard they tried. Their faces turned red from holding back the sticks.
After seeing this, I suddenly felt bad and shouted loudly: "Get up!"
At the command, seventeen monks worked together to lift Agui and throw him into the air.
However, Agui smiled slightly, took a deep breath, slightly bent his legs, and slowly squatted down a little.
There was a scraping sound, and as Agui squatted down, the floor under his feet actually scraped, and countless cracks appeared.
"Thousand-jin drop?" The leader of the monks shrank his eyes and shouted in shock.
"Press!" When the plan failed, the leader of the monks quickly ordered.
At the same time, eighteen sticks were raised together and rained down on Agui's body.
However, when those sticks with whining sounds fell on Agui, they cracked into two pieces in an instant.
Amid the flying sawdust, Agui's body remained motionless.
"Iron cloth shirt?" The leader of the monks looked at the half wooden stick in his hand, and then at Agui, who was out of breath and not blushing. He almost cried. For a moment, the sentence iron cloth shirt with Shandong accent blurted out.
The other monks' eyes were full of horror when they saw their sticks breaking into several sections after hitting Agui.
He raised his head and looked at the burly man in the center, then slowly turned his head and looked towards himself. The monks were horrified and quickly took a few steps back.
"Is it my turn?" Agui stretched out his hand, picked off a piece of sawdust stuck to his collar, threw it away, and said with a grin.
Suddenly, Agui moved.
The burly body, like a ghost, suddenly disappeared and appeared silently in front of the leading monk.
call……
A master is a master, and there was no trickery in Agui's attack. A simple straight punch hit the monk's chest.
On the fist, there was a faint blue air flow, exuding a chilling chill.
"Agui, it's almost done!" Just when the sandbag-sized fist was about to hit the monk's chest, a faint word from behind made the galloping Agui suddenly stop.
Huhu...
Although the offensive stopped, the strong wind brought by the fist was still imprinted on the monk's chest. In the blink of an eye, the monk's face turned pale, the blood in his chest surged, and he was extremely uncomfortable.
After Agui's fist left, the monk crouched down as if he had been saved for the rest of his life, his face turned pale, he covered his chest and gasped for air.
After returning to Lu Heng, Agui bowed his hands and said, "Young Master!"
"This must be Ximen Chuixue, who is known as the Sword God in the world!" Baimei Fajing glanced at Agui with a smile and asked kindly.
Seeing Agui nodding, Fajing smiled and praised: "It's really a good skill!"
When Agui heard this, he felt happy and grinned. He raised his head, his nostrils pointing to the sky, feeling proud.
Seeing that the tense atmosphere in the scene was finally gone, Fa Jing breathed a sigh of relief and asked the monks to clean up the mess. Then, he walked up to the injured master in person, hesitated for a moment, stood still and said:
"Junior sister Mochou, you are mistaken. This young master is not Prince Jin. He is the current imperial master, Lu Heng and Lu Yongzheng!"
"Him?" Upon hearing this, the master looked at Lu Heng in disbelief. He coughed, raised his sleeve and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gasped: "Are you Lu Heng, Lu Yongzheng?"
Hearing this, Lu Heng nodded slightly, cupped his hands and said, "I am Lu Heng. Have you ever heard of Lu?"