Four hundred and ninetieth chapters unintentional monk
The front door of the temple is open. There are some old ordinary wooden doors that have not even been painted. They seem to have been forgotten and have been swaying pitifully in the wind.
Walking in, a young monk was sweeping the ground with a broom. He heard the footsteps and didn't look at them. Even if he walked past him, his feet would hit the broom and he didn't look up. It seemed like someone came in and talked to him.
It didn't matter. Feng Yu looked at him curiously and wanted to ask something, but was pulled away by Old Huang. He didn't look at the little monk at all.
"This~"
"Shut up and keep walking."
Feng Yu was interrupted by him before he could say anything. He could only follow Lao Huang angrily, watching him using a cane. He was obviously not lame. He insisted on using a cane to support him. If he hadn't seen him using a cane to kill people,
, I really thought he was a liar. Only those who have really seen it know how scary this walking stick is, no, it’s how scary he is.
The further you go, the more monks you meet, but they are just two digits lower. The ones in front are younger, and the ones behind are older. There are no other changes. Even the posture of holding the broom is the same, they are all sweeping.
The fallen dead leaves were piled up to the side.
Finally, when they were about to reach a small wooden door, suddenly, a broom stood in front of the two of them, "Amitabha, please stay. In this pure place of Buddhism, the murderous aura in the two of you is too strong.
If this place suits you, please come back."
The tone was pertinent, but there was no room for negotiation. The old man didn't say much. He had long gray hair and walked automatically without wind. When the walking stick fell to the ground, the powerful Qi shook from the ground to the inside, and everyone stopped at the same time.
They noticed the movements in their hands and looked at him with surprise and wariness in their eyes.
"It turns out he is an expert. The master has been cultivating himself for many years and has not seen any visitors. I hope the benefactor will not blame me and return the same way. This place is not suitable for pilgrims, let alone warriors."
Lao Huang ignored him and just shouted towards the small wooden door: "I'm here today to make a deal with you. We haven't seen you for such a long time. Do we have to keep closing the door to thank guests? Or maybe you have almost forgotten about it."
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The sound spread out from the true energy, and everyone, including Feng Yu, covered their ears and backed away. One sentence spread throughout the entire Wuxin Temple.
After the true energy dissipated, Feng Yu rubbed his ears vigorously, and felt that his whole head was shaking, as if he was trapped under a bell, and someone rang the golden bell hard, "I said, Old Huang, you take action next time
Can you say hello first, I can't bear it anymore, I'm still seeing stars."
"So, you are weak." He said these words without looking back. Feng Yu was stunned for a long time and didn't know how to answer.
"I~, yes, you are awesome, everything you say is right, I won't talk back."
After a while, there was still no movement inside, but the monks didn't say anything to stop them. They probably knew that they didn't have the ability, so they could only watch from the sidelines.
At this time, an old voice finally came from the innermost part of the temple. The voice was not as domineering as that of Old Huang, but it was calm and calm, making people feel like they were taking a breath of spring breeze.
"Amitabha."
"As expected of an eminent monk, his tone of voice is different. Look at him, then look at you, you are so murderous."
When Feng Yu got the chance, he thought of scorning Lao Huang in order to avenge the insult. He was beaten again and again but failed, and the words stuck with him.
Old Huang sneered and didn't take it seriously at all, "Yes, I have been alone on the heroic soul for more than ten years, and all the lonely ghosts in the mountains have not been able to find a way to suppress my murderous nature. This old man
Good thing, guy, the blood on his hands makes people blind, he is really like an eminent monk!"
The word eminent monk was specially emphasized, which meant ruthless ridicule, but the monks next to him did not make any move, as if they did not dare and acquiesced to this fact.
A door opened, and an old monk came out. The robe he wore had not been washed for an unknown period of time. The color was withered and there were a lot of threads. His beard was also densely covered with half of his old face, but his spirit was not senile, but comparable to that of an old man.
Compared with Lao Huang, he has a gentle smile and deep wrinkles like old tree bark, but they are not scary.
"Donor Huangquan, I haven't seen him for almost twenty years, and he is still as charming as before."
"Both and each other, how come you have killed so many people in so many years? I think you smell very strong of blood. There must be a few unlucky ones every year."
"Amitabha, haha, there are always a few of them every year. If they can't hold it back, the poor monk will kill them and then he will save them."
Is this an admission? Feng Yu feels like he is a stranger to this world. It’s not that he has never seen a monk before, but he still looked so venerable just now. Why does he suddenly admit with such a smile that he has killed people every year? Moreover, the conversation between the two of them,
It seems that we have known each other for many years. Doesn’t it mean that we are not worthy of being friends? What does this mean?
Lao Huang pointed to Feng Yu beside him and said: "This is my grandson, bring him to see the world. Xiao Yu, this is monk Wu Xin."
Feng Yu rolled his eyes, angrily scolding Old Huang for taking advantage of him, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. He withdrew his expression and said to Monk Wuxin with some respect: "Hello, senior."
The old monk just glanced at him, and at that glance, it was as if a huge mountain was pressing down on him. Feng Yu suddenly bent his shoulders and almost fell to his knees.
"You have good muscles and bones. Haven't you never accepted a disciple since that day? Why, are you happy to see Hunter?"
"He is not my apprentice yet, nor is he worthy. I will only have one apprentice in my life."
"Then you bring him here. If I can't help it, he will die."
Lao Huang nodded, "Since I brought him here, it's up to you. However, if he dies, no one else will have to live except you. It depends on whether you are willing to let him go."
"Whether Amitabha Buddha can survive depends on his fate."
Monk Wuxin looked at Feng Yu again. This time he did not put pressure on him, but his eyes suddenly turned golden. Under the golden light, he could penetrate everything.
"The Vajra body is just too incomplete. Judging from his Qi cultivation, he should not be a Buddhist disciple."
"The reason why I gave it to you is of course because of this incomplete body, and only you can cultivate this evil nature into a true indestructible body."
"Amitabha, the indestructible body of Vajra is Shaolin's supreme secret, and it cannot be achieved without the Buddhist Yi Jin Sutra mind method."
Lao Huang grinned widely, and his front teeth, which only had half of his front teeth, were a bit funny, "How do you know he doesn't know how to change tendons? And his Vajra body was given to him by your good apprentice, don't you recognize it?"
Come out? Hahaha!"
Monk Wuxin's smiling expression finally changed. His golden eyes began to sparkle with murderous intent, looming, making Feng Yu feel that his eyes were completely dark, and he blinked and entered another world.
Feng Yu looked around in surprise. In this dark cave sky, only the stars above his head had a faint light that was almost wiped out.
What on earth is this place?
Feng Yu was like a headless fly looking for an exit in the darkness. There was no one or anything in the huge space. It was empty. He originally thought there would be an arrangement of guiding lights. But now it was also chaotic and chaotic, with no rules to follow.
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The more he walked, the more anxious he became, and finally, with a hint of fear, Feng Yu began to attack at will, palms in the east and west, desperately stimulating his own energy, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, not even a splash of water could rise.
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"Hey, where are you? Who are you?"
Feng Yu, who was tired from the beating, didn't care what was on the ground and just sat down. He believed that Lao Huang would save him, but he was a little worried and scared for no reason. I'm afraid these two people wouldn't be able to fight.
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Gradually, Feng Yu also got tired and began to meditate on the ground and adjust his breath, practicing slowly. Anyway, he couldn't find a way for a while. But if the old monk really wanted to kill himself, he wouldn't have spent so much effort.
The Yi Jin Jing is the supreme spiritual method of Buddhism. Feng Yu started to practice this thing inexplicably, and he didn't know who led him.
His physical strength slowly recovered, and the Buddhist teachings turned into mantras and words surrounding him, wrapping him up one after another, but he didn't know it.
The moment he opened his eyes, these golden words seemed to come alive, constantly swaying, and flew up into the sky with a whooshing sound, forming a huge Buddha statue with a majestic appearance, which was enshrined in the main hall of Shaolin Temple.
of Buddha.
"Who are you? The master of this world?"
"Amitabha, I am not me and you are not you. I can be me and you can be me."
"What a mess. Although I am very curious about how wonderful the old monk's martial arts is, I don't want to argue with you here. Can you give me a way out? It's obvious that Lao Huang doesn't want to care about me anymore."
"Amitabha"
The Buddha's trumpet sounded, but it was not from the mouth of the Buddha statue. In front of the Buddha statue, a small figure sat cross-legged, wearing a white monk's robe, with a little red eyebrows, which made people feel that they had realized the great way, unlike the human world.
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He just said the Buddha's name and said nothing more. The golden light began to fall and became as high as Feng Yu. The two faced each other and sat cross-legged. However, the monk in white opened his eyes, which made Feng Yu almost sink.
This monk has a very good face, his peach blossom eyes are very charming, and the mole between his eyebrows is even more enchanting. He is an absolutely handsome man. Even if he has no hair, he cannot stop his charm.
Feng Yu bit his tongue, almost breaking it before he woke up.
I saw a different scene before my eyes. The white-robed monk was surrounded by a group of orioles, and beautiful women were singing and dancing in the orioles. Their clothes were not covering their bodies. Some scenes were simply unsightly.
A pair of slender, white and delicate palms looked very beautiful and moving. The monk in white was caressing his body everywhere, and his mouth was filled with a spring-like smile that penetrated people's hearts.
The young monk remained unmoved and focused on his practice. He kept staring ahead, as if looking at Feng Yu and wanting to tell him something.
Suddenly, the monk's face became colorful, the colors kept changing, his brows furrowed, and his clasped hands couldn't help but tremble, as if he was suffering, and he looked very painful. After some struggle, his eyes opened again, and then
His eyes were even more attractive, as if he wanted to blend into his eyes.
The smile at the corner of his mouth was like a peach blossom in full bloom, and the pink aura enveloped him, including the beautiful women around him.
The pink clouds were getting thicker and thicker, and Feng Yu could no longer see the people inside, but the red-faced gasping sound became even more rampant, and obscene laughter also came from the mouth of the monk in white, accompanied by that
The woman's wantonness slowly disappeared in place.
When Feng Yu came back to his senses, he found that the surrounding area was even darker, and even the lightless stars were gone. He couldn't see anything, until a beam of golden light fell from the sky, illuminating everything and himself.