The moment the old monk's finger pointed out, it expanded infinitely. In just a few breaths, it expanded into a sky pillar and crushed Baizhu, who was as big as a dust particle.

The field of vision was blocked and blocked by this finger, and the rumbling sound was loud, almost threatening to seal the sky.

When the giant finger came, Baizhu was not frightened or angry. He also raised a finger to meet the giant finger pointed by the monk.

Two fingers.

One big and one small...

One is like the limbs of the Ming King Arhat emerging from the sky, and the other is slender and white, shining like beautiful jade.

For a thousandth of an instant, the two fingers touched each other!

Phew~

At the moment of contact, countless textures criss-cross, entangle, and surround each other, and they are divided by the slightest touch.

There was a puff of light smoke, but nothing happened.

"Arhat finger!"

Wu Xian, who was sitting on the futon with two relics on his head, was slightly startled when he saw this scene.

Dozens of life treasures chanting sutras and chanting Zen together, in addition to instructing the key points of Vajra, naturally also contain various magical powers.

Arhat refers to——

It is a supreme supernatural power that the abbot learned from Buddhist scriptures.

Kassapa, the Dragon-subduing Arhat, before becoming a Buddhist venerable, once slew hundreds of thousands of demons in the Moon Palace with one finger.

Arhat pointed out that it was created to imitate the tyranny of Kassapa who suppressed hundreds of thousands of demons.

This finger does not hurt the physical body, but only kills the soul.

With just a few clicks, all the robbers and thieves of millions of troubles and karma will be wiped out.

Such great supernatural powers can never be comprehended even if they are personally described and initiated through self-study.

From Wu Xian's point of view, Bai Shu's Luohan finger is far from being a beginner, let alone a small or big success.

But what surprised Wu Xian was that Bai Shu's Arhat Finger actually had the charm of killing troubled thieves.

"Alright."

The abbot smiled and retracted his hand, saying nothing.

And as he took action, the monks in the main hall were all gearing up and showing great interest.

"I'll do it!"

His face is covered with ancient tattoos, like a tutu who saw the magic mountain laughing loudly, punching down, triggering countless domineering connotations, and bursting the vacuum!

Baizhu turned sideways slightly, took a deep breath, made fist seals with his hands, and struck forward.

Dharma seals were flying, scattered Zen light was rolling, and divine light was shooting out in all directions, mixed with countless fists and palms. In an instant, dozens of deities in the five realms all took action.

Fulong Nine Swords, Seal of the Lord, Demonic Mountain, Mountain and River Boxing, Nirvana Technique, Lion's Roar, Innate Five Elements Centipede Rope, Whale Sucking Technique, Great Sun Seal, True Dharma Eye of Exploration, True Gun Cannon, endless joy in a hundred battles

Replenishing techniques, Shen Guo Shen Yang magic tricks...

Bai Shu's body is as strong as a swimming dragon, and he performs a series of magical powers and spells, and the methods are integrated. Beside him, Yuan Qi condenses into dozens of big hands of true Qi, each of which is displaying different magical powers.

The five realms of life treasures, and the self-view of this master of the Southern Zen sect, the six realms of human beings and immortals.

Even if Bai Shu is already at the second level of Vajra, just the impact of the breath of the fifth realm is enough to destroy Bai Shu's Vajra body and sink his soul.

The next three realms are Fetal Breath, Lian Qiao, and Yang Fu.

In these three realms, there may still be people with outstanding talents who can fight across big realms.

But in the three realms.

King Kong, Life Treasure, Human Immortal.

The gap between each of these realms is no different than the abyss of heaven, and cross-border conquests are nothing more than idiotic dreams.

The scene in front of me seemed to be the monks taking action against Bai Shu, but in fact it was just to test the magical powers he had understood, and it was far from being considered a test.

The divine light is shining, and the seal is like a mountain.

Seeing Bai Shu's dozens of arms constantly moving, exerting different magical powers.

All the monks on the futon nodded slightly, with appreciation on their faces.

"Hey, you've all tried it, so what should I do..."

A handsome monk with skin as smooth as snow and eyes as narrow as a fox, like a lake of warm spring water, looked around and scratched his head in distress:

"What I taught him was the double repair technique. How do I demonstrate it?"

As soon as the handsome monk opened his mouth, the place immediately became cold.

There was no obvious facial twitching, and he simply turned his face away.

"Go." The abbot said calmly.

"Hey, is that okay?" The handsome monk was stunned, and then became furious:

"He is a man! Although I practice Joy Zen, I still have a bottom line! Master Abbot, you are going too far!"

"I told you to get out." The abbot opened his old eyes: "The further away, the better."

"oh……"

The handsome monk breathed a sigh of relief and nodded obediently.

"You have also seen all their magical powers and spells during this mission."

The abbot, who looked like a holy Arhat, lowered his head, looked down at Baizhu, and said with a smile:

"I have already opened all the sutra-storing pavilions for you. When you have time, you might as well go there and take a look."

"Thank you, abbot!"

Bai Shu hurriedly leaned over and saluted, but felt a little surprised and uncertain in his heart.

The Sutra Pavilion, even in Vajra Temple, is also a place for secrets.

The monks in the temple are not allowed to enter unless they have great merit. Bai Shu himself dreamed of entering the temple after hearing that he had arrived at the Vajra Temple.

That is the foundation of a holy land for thousands of years, and it is the cornerstone of the holy land.

But he didn't expect that his wish would come true so easily.

The abbot glanced at the stunned Baizhu, smiled slightly, but said nothing.

"You have seen the magical powers of the elders, and you should always go back and forth when doing things..."

The void shook slightly, and immediately there was a futon as wide as a mountain, lying in front of Bai Shu.

The abbot smiled at Baizhu, which was self-evident.

"Then it would be embarrassing."

Bai Shu lowered his head and thought for a moment, smiled casually, and took a step forward calmly.

"sky!"

"sky!"

"sky!"

As he stepped forward, he held a mantra in his heart, shouted three times suddenly, and his body suddenly swelled to as tall as a giant mountain, parallel to the size of the monks.

"The elders are precious in front of you, so you don't have to worry about it."

Baizhu sat down on the futon, surrounded by Zen light in the sky, smiled slightly, and spoke:

"Today, please allow me to boldly talk about one thing and nothing."

"No form?"

"It is said that those who see nothing, those who see no appearance, those who see no wish, those who see no life, those who see no existence, those who see no appearance, those who see Nirvana, those who see Buddha, those who see Bodhi..."

Bai Zhu's lips moved slightly, evoking the meaning of that strike without phase seal, which instantly changed its shape and quality.

The Yuan Qi particles exploded silently, making a crackling and popping sound of bones, as if they were alive.

In the eyes of all the monks, astonishingly, as the voice of Baizhu's lecture rang out, a huge, strange creature appeared suddenly.

"These living beings have no appearance of self, appearance of human beings, appearance of sentient beings, appearance of life-spans, no appearance of any form, and no appearance of illegality."

Bai Shu stretched out his hand and pointed, and the huge body of the creature, which looked like an elephant but not an elephant, disintegrated and turned into the four great creations of earth, water, wind and fire.

The earth, water, wind and fire are instantly transformed, and then become one yuan and two rituals, the eight trigrams and the five shapes, the ten heavenly stems and twelve earthly branches, the twenty-four kinds of gods and evil spirits, and the thirty-six kinds of Yuan Chen...

Boundless mountains and rivers, a magnificent scene.

After the thirty-six kinds of Yuan Chen, a hill was outlined in plain outline.

The hills are green, with gurgling springs, and dwarf pines take root in the rocks, swaying slightly, and the branches rub against each other, making a rough hissing sound.

The water of the stream is soft and clear. The white stones at the bottom of the stream wash and flow, with faint ripples shining and a bit of clear water breeze.
To be continued...