Chapter two hundred and seventy third of the truth
Those who are born without leaks are people who are born in the fourth realm.
There is only one saint, Xuan Wenjun, with such a physique recorded in the annals of history.
Xuanti, or now Randi's status, is incredibly high.
Like Wu Xian, he was also a disciple of the Buddha at Vajra Temple. He also practiced Buddhism and reached great perfection.
If the abbot hadn't intentionally polished him and suppressed his realm, he wanted Xuanzang to cultivate the golden body of Arhat before becoming a human immortal, so as to obtain a huge benefit.
I'm afraid that the current truth of the third level of Vajra has long been a person in the five realms.
Upon hearing Wu Qing's question, all the monks held their breath and looked at Ran Di, waiting for how Ran Di would speak.
"Master Xu Ming...forget it, it's better for junior brother to speak more smoothly."
In full view of everyone, Ran Di, wearing a purple gold cassock and holding a Zen staff, shook his head and said:
"Junior brother Xu Ming, he defeated the famous Chen Jizi in Tongjiang. Ask yourselves, in the Yangfu realm, who can beat Chen Jizi?"
Chen Jizi's reputation within the Three Kingdoms is much greater than that of Baizhu.
A person who has been personally commented on by the Holy Master of Jie Jingshan. The Master of Nanhua Palace has to personally recruit disciples. Chen Jizi is the number one among the younger generation.
"Little Master, Yang Fu is Yang Fu and King Kong is King Kong. The two cannot be confused."
After a long silence, a monk named Wugui shook his head and retorted:
"What's more, we are not so bold as to want to humiliate Xu Ming... We are both Buddhist disciples, even if we don't like him, we still have to save some face."
"Oh? Then why?"
"Does the young master know about the Nirvana Pool?" Wu Gui suddenly said:
"I worked hard for several years. I went to Taizhou to kill demons, to Qinghuang to slay ghosts, and to travel to the eleven counties of Dazheng. Three years! I worked hard for three full years before I earned the merit of going to Nirvana Pond! But it's not clear.
Woolen cloth?"
"The abbot and the elders love him so much! Not only the Nirvana Pool, but also the Thirteen Pagodas of the Sutra, Xu Ming can enter and exit freely!"
Wu Qing sighed and said: "Little Master, I am really not convinced!"
"..."
Ran Di was speechless for a moment. He wanted to explain, but he saw half of the monks bowing their heads to him and immediately withdrew their thoughts.
The thick-browed monk and Ran Di looked at each other, each feeling helpless.
"Let's see, there will be no trouble with the elders in charge."
Ran Di comforted the other half of the disciples, but deep down in his heart, there was a faint movement...
The birth of Vajra and the first-grade Vajra phase.
Of these two, which one is stronger and which one is weaker?
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"Do you want to fight Xu Ming?"
Unsurprisingly, as soon as Ran Di opened her eyes after withdrawing her spiritual thoughts, she saw Wu Qing, Wu Gui and others leaving their seats, while Ran Zhong on the lecture platform had an expression as expected.
"Monk, I understand your thoughts very well."
Ran Zhong, who had the Seven Treasures Crown on his head, smiled slightly, moved his legs, patted his belly leisurely, and said:
"That's right. I came from a 300-year-old Zen monastery and did not enter through the Shurangama Dharma Assembly. It is normal for you to be dissatisfied.
Think about it, the Sutra Pavilion, Nirvana Pond, Daming Palace performance, elixirs, magical powers, magic weapons... whatever you have, Xu Ming has, and what you don’t have, Xu Ming still has! In order to teach Xu Ming the Dharma
As a witness, the abbot even invited the holy families of the three countries to come and watch the ceremony. How illustrious! How honorable!
Don’t say that you are dissatisfied. I am also dissatisfied with living in different places."
"Xu Ming."
After saying this, Ran Zhong turned around and laughed loudly: "What do you think?"
On the futon, the majestic and majestic figure surrounded by the Five Elements Gods raised his head slightly. He glanced around, and a divine light suddenly appeared in his golden eyes, opening his eyes like a ferocious beast.
Wu Qing's heart trembled when Bai Zhu's eyes swept over him, and he almost couldn't help but take two steps back.
"good."
Bai Shu saw everyone's expressions in his eyes, he also smiled slightly and said.
Without saying much, Ran Zhong took out a picture scroll from his arms, threw it into the sky, and stretched it in the wind.
The mountains and rivers are magnificent and boundless, and the Da Cang Mountains stand tall under the blue sky. The floating clouds are thin, and the cries of birds and apes in the mountains are heard one after another. It is really full of life.
Wu Qing and other dozens of monks bowed to Ranzhong, paid a slight greeting to Baizhu, and then threw themselves straight into the rivers and mountains in the scroll.
"So many?" Bai Zhu shrugged helplessly: "How many people are dissatisfied with me?"
"A man who can withstand hardship is a true man, but a man who is not envied by others is a mediocre man!"
On the lecture platform, Ran Zhong laughed loudly, moved his fingers slightly, and sent Baizhu into the scroll.
"It's good to teach them a lesson. They have lived in the Holy Land for a long time, and some of them behave badly from time to time."
Ran Zhong's voice came from Baizhu Niwan Palace:
"I know your kid's methods, but don't kill him!"
"Don't worry." Bai Zhu responded calmly.
Above the mountains in the scroll, there is an extraordinary scene at this moment, with divine light shining everywhere.
One by one, the monks offered their magical weapons, standing side by side, including golden gourds, black-gold demon-slaying swords, five-animal feather fans, and silver steel rings...
When Bai Shu looked over, among the monks, a monk with a five-color feather fan hanging on his head was the first to step out of the queue, put his hands together and saluted Bai Shu, and said:
"I'm a poor monk, please give me some advice!"
"Easy to say." Bai Zhu narrowed his eyes.
boom!!!
Without any extra words, the two of them carried out the murder at the same moment.
Hiss~
Wu Jiu stepped on the lotus flower and quickly avoided the air arrows spat out by Bai Shu's mouth. At the same time, he took off the feather fan above his head and shook it vigorously!
As soon as the feather fan shook, it would stir up countless strong winds and waves, densely packed, rolling up countless huge rocks and ancient trees on the mountain, and pressing towards Bai Shu.
Click...
The sky seemed to be cracking open, and the invisible pressure penetrated all the way, causing the eyes to be filled with cries, ghosts, and rocks flying everywhere.
This five-bird fan is made from the natal feathers of five kinds of exotic birds: white crane, swan, blue bird, feather sparrow, and guancuan. It is engraved with wind and fire talismans. The one on the front is to summon hurricanes, and the one on the back is
One fan can summon heavenly fire, which has endless magical uses.
Bang!
The surface of Baizhu's body is filled with pure light, like a wind-fixing orb, holding all the storm winds.
The sand and rocks were flying, the mountains were silently annihilated in the strong wind, and deep pits appeared on the surface. Only in the direction where Baizhu was, the surface was not damaged at all.
"How come?!"
Wujiu, who was holding the five-animal feather fan, was stunned and lost his voice. When he was about to fan it again, he only heard a roar and Baizhu's figure suddenly moved to his side from more than ten miles away.
Ignoring the horror of Wu Jiu and the other monks, Bai Shu curiously held the five-animal feather fan and looked around a few times.
"This magic weapon doesn't work."
Bai Shu threw down his feather fan in disappointment and punched Wujiu, who was coming towards him, deep into the ground.
Rocks flew randomly, the void was shaken and twisted by a punch, the ground cracked violently, and dust and smoke rose dozens of feet high, covering the sky and the sun.
Amidst the terrifying movement as the mountains swayed, as if they were about to collapse at any moment, Wujiu, who had fainted, collapsed in a deep pit, bleeding.
The strong sense of martial arts locked up the sky. Bai Shu turned around and looked to his side. The stern-faced masters smiled and clapped their hands:
"Next one, do you want to go together?"
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"Junior brother."
Outside, on the lecture platform, Ran Zhong smiled and looked away at the scroll, and said to Ran Di in the audience:
