"How is that possible!" Murong Bo and Xiao Feng couldn't help but exclaimed as they looked at the horrifying scene in front of them and couldn't calm down for a long time.
"Amitabha, Master Xiao, please stop." The nameless old monk said calmly, and his whole body trembled slightly. The heavy aura shook, and Xiao Yuanshan groaned and took several steps back. In one move, he was completely defeated.
After decades of traveling in the world, this was the first time he encountered this situation.
"What kind of kung fu are you doing? I can't even use my Prajna Palm power at all?" Xiao Yuanshan couldn't help but ask in shock.
"Old layman Xiao has such pure palm power. He is really a genius. This Shaolin skill has really reached the level of proficiency in your hands. It's a pity, it's a pity." The unknown old monk first praised, and then sighed. This
The completely different performances before and after made Xiao Yuanshan feel more and more confused. He didn't understand that the old monk praised his Shaolin Kung Fu at one moment and said it was a pity at the other. Whether this was a bluff or there was another mystery, he couldn't decide for a while.
"Why is it such a pity? Old layman Xiao's Prajna Palm power puts even me to shame. His thirty years of hard training are definitely not in vain. Why is it such a pity for this divine monk?" Murong Bo asked aloud. Although he and Xiao Yuanshan
I have a grudge, but I still admire this man's martial arts attainments very much. Now that I hear the unknown old monk sighing that it is a pity, I feel very puzzled.
"In the past few years, Mr. Xiao, Mr. Xiao, has repeatedly entered the Shaolin Temple to read the martial arts classics and studied and practiced diligently. Don't you know that you have already entered the devil's way from the first day of your training? How can it not be a pity? Mr. Xiao,
Have you been feeling a dull pain in the Liangmen and Taiyi points on your lower abdomen recently?" The nameless old monk spoke softly, and when it fell on Xiao Yuanshan's ears, it was no less than thunderous, making him tremble and sweat dripping all over, just because of these two points.
Hidden wounds have been his most secretive thing over the years. Apart from himself, no outsider has ever known about it. But now that the unknown old monk said it exactly, how could he not be horrified? He couldn't help but speak at that moment.
"Senior Monk Mingjian, that's exactly what happened." The old monk asked again: "What happened to the numbness on your Guanyuan point recently?" Xiao Yuanshan said in a trembling voice: "This numbness was only the size of a finger ten years ago, but it has become worse recently.
, it has become as big as the mouth of a bowl recently." As Xiao Yuanshan said, he became more and more frightened. Looking at the old monk in front of him, he seemed to have seen an omnipotent ghost and god. Even the pair of seemingly
His cloudy eyes seemed to be able to see through all his own secrets, and there was a dense layer of oily sweat behind his back.
Xiao Feng listened to the side and couldn't help but feel heavy. From the conversation between the two, he had already seen that his father Xiao Yuanshan seemed to have a terrible hidden disease, and the consequences were unpredictable. He couldn't help but said: "Since the holy monk knows the root cause of my father's disease,
Please show mercy and rescue one or two, Xiao Feng will be grateful!" After saying that, he bent his knees and knelt on the ground.
The unknown old monk shook his head slightly, flicked his robe sleeves, and a soft and mellow force lifted Xiao Feng up, "Xiao Daxia has become famous in the world over the years. Although I don't leave the Sutra Pavilion, I still
I have heard of your name, you are indeed a rare hero in the world of martial arts, so you don’t need such courtesy."
Xiao Yuanshan came back to his senses a little and asked hurriedly: "May I ask the holy monk, why did I get this injury? Over the years, I have studied hard and asked myself why my skills have improved a lot, why are there so many hidden injuries?" The nameless old man
The monk said: "There are seventy-two stunts in this temple. Each of them can injure people's vital points and take their lives. They are fierce and ruthless and can bring peace to heaven. Therefore, each stunt must be accompanied by the corresponding compassionate Dharma."
Resolve. Not everyone in our temple knows this truth. It’s just that after one person has practiced four or five unique skills, his understanding of Zen principles will naturally be hindered. In my Shaolin sect, that is called a martial arts barrier. Unlike others,
The knowledge and vision of the sects are obstructed by ideals. It should be noted that Buddhism seeks to save the world, and martial arts lies in killing. The two run counter to each other and restrict each other. Only the higher the Buddhism and the more prosperous the year of compassion, the more profound the martial arts skills can be, but the cultivation level
An eminent monk who has reached such a level does not bother to learn all kinds of powerful killing techniques. Over the past few years, Old layman Xiao has devoted himself to studying the martial arts classics of my Shaolin sect. What he thinks about day and night is all kinds of killing techniques. For me,
All kinds of Buddhist scriptures and the subtle words and righteousness of the eminent monks of the past generations are dismissed. As a result, martial arts naturally enters the devil's way. The deeper you practice Shaolin's special skills, the greater the harm you will suffer, and there will be many hidden wounds on your body.
, that’s how it came about.”
"This, this martial arts is martial arts, how come it has anything to do with Buddhism?" Hearing this, Xiao Yuanshan was frightened and puzzled, and couldn't help but mutter to himself. Everything the nameless monk said was...
It is reasonable and reasonable, and it seems to contain extremely profound principles, but it is also mysterious and mysterious, making people confused.
Not only him, but also Murong Bo and Xiao Feng also looked confused, half-believing but not believing.
"Old layman Murong, how have you been suffering from the pain of being pricked by thousands of needles three times a day on the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu these days?" The unknown old monk continued. Murong Bo's expression changed drastically.
, but his expression remained the same, and he said coldly: "The holy monk won't say that the hidden injuries on my body are also caused by practicing Shaolin martial arts, right? How can I, Murong Bo, believe such false words?" Although he felt that he was nameless.
There seems to be some truth in what the old monk said, but if I agree with it completely, it is definitely not true. In this regard, he and Xiao Yuanshan are quite similar. Both of them are determined, never regret, and have rich experiences in their lives.
How can you easily believe other people's words?
"Oh, that's wrong, old layman Murong. You are completely wrong. Your strong training in Shaolin martial arts is quite in conflict with the inheritance of your Murong family in Gusu. Plus you are obsessed with success, how can you not make a mistake? You
If you don't believe it, just ask little layman Murong." The unknown old monk sighed again.
"Fu'er, is what this old monk said really true? We, the martial arts practitioners, practice martial arts and study hard, how can we have anything to do with Buddhism?"
"Oh, father, what this holy monk said is absolutely correct. The hidden physical illnesses of you and Mr. Xiao were originally caused by practicing Shaolin's unique skills. This is absolutely true. You always
It is already wrong to think that martial arts is just martial arts and has nothing to do with anything else. The true way of martial arts is broad and profound, and its secrets are profound. Taking Chinese martial arts as an example, if you are just a second- or third-rate ordinary martial artist, you will be wrong.
It is enough to only consider martial arts classics. However, if you want to reach the true superior state of martial arts, you will not need profound wisdom and principles. In the final analysis, Chinese martial arts is also derived from Buddhism and Taoism. If you want to combine a martial arts
To truly reach the pinnacle of learning, you need to understand the principles of Buddhism and Taoism, and understand the mysteries of martial arts from the supreme wisdom of the sages. Only in this way can you achieve great success. Although Shaolin martial arts originated from Tianzhu Da
Mo, Ke, has taken root in China for hundreds of years, and has been continuously understood and perfected by generations of eminent monks. It is different from the original Tianzhu martial arts. The various mysteries involved are not just martial arts, but also need to be added to Buddhism.
Only by realizing the true unity of Zen and martial arts can you achieve great success. You and Mr. Xiao have devoted themselves to studying the Buddhist martial arts attack and killing methods, but you don't know much about the Buddhist Zen principles contained in it. Over time,
Of course something will go wrong."
Murong Fu explained generously, but he heard the unknown old monk suddenly praise: "Well, what a combination of Zen and martial arts. Murong's understanding of Buddhist martial arts is already unfathomable. Shaolin's various unique skills
If you want to learn, I'm afraid you'll get nowhere!" "The holy monk is wrong, martial arts all over the world lead to the same goal through different paths. When we reach the realm of you and me, the way of martial arts is based on one mind, and there is no difference between Buddhism and Taoism." Murong Fu said with a smile.
Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were in a state of turmoil. They vaguely seemed to comprehend something, but in the blink of an eye their inspiration disappeared. Their hearts were empty and unspeakably uncomfortable.
"Old layman Murong, old layman Xiao, you two have a deep hatred, but you are both secretly injured. You are not going to die soon. Even now, are you still unable to let go of your hatred and persistence in your heart?" The nameless old monk looked at Murong.
Bo and Bo's expressions kept changing, and they said to themselves again.
"Humph, I am over sixty years old. Even if I die on the spot, I will have no regrets. However, the revenge for killing my wife must be avenged. Old thief Murong, I will definitely share life and death with you today."
"Okay, okay, since Brother Xiao is so elegant, I should accompany you!"
Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan roared angrily, their eyes glaring at each other, as if there was lightning flowing, and they were full of murderous intent.
"Amitabha, the murderous thoughts in your hearts are blazing, and it seems that it can no longer be resolved. If this is the case, I would like to ask you that only the other can heal your injuries. In this case, do you still insist on it?
To the point where the other party dies?"
The unknown old monk's words made Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo look more and more gloomy, and they were filled with disbelief in their hearts.
"You two lay people don't believe what I said? You are wrong again. What I said is absolutely true. Old layman Xiao, the masculine and domineering energy around you is so strong that the yin and yang cannot complement each other, and there are many hidden wounds. On the contrary, Mr. Murong
Layman, your whole body is blocked by yin and cold, so it is naturally difficult to balance yin and yang. Only each other can save each other, what do you two think?"
"Impossible!" "Absolutely impossible." Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Yuanshan snorted at the same time.
"Okay, okay, if that's the case, then all the sins should be attributed to me." After the unknown old monk finished speaking, he suddenly took a step forward and appeared in front of Murong Bo in the blink of an eye. This move was incredibly fast, even with Murong Bo's mysterious body.
Kung Fu, it was difficult to react. He only felt his eyes go dark, and an old palm lightly smacked towards his Baihui. He was so shocked that he did not dare to hold back at all. He flipped his palm and flicked his fingers continuously.
Using Shenhe Finger, Nianhua Finger, Duoluoye Finger, and many other fingering skills, the finger power is soft and dense, everywhere, but facing the nameless old monk, all these are completely useless, the old monk's palm seems to be slow
, in fact, it was slapped on the top of his head in an instant. With a pop, a mouthful of black blood spurted out. Murong Bo was already exhausted and had no breath.