Among the elders present, there was a tall monk, Yuan Shen, who was the one who caused trouble for Wu Bei last time. When Yuan Shen saw Wu Bei, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said: "Elders, this man's name is Wu Bei. He is
The murderer of Zheng Lun and Wang Zhong!"
Zong Hui said: "Master Yuan Shen, he is now a disciple of Patriarch Guanghui, you should also call him Master!"
Yuan Shen was furious: "You want me to call him uncle? Unless you kill me!"
Wu Bei walked toward Yuanshen, whose strength was not weak, equivalent to that of an Earth Immortal in the Pure Yang realm.
Their eyes met, Yuanshen's eyes were full of provocation, and he said: "You are a murderer, and you are not welcome in Dazen Temple!"
"Snapped!"
Suddenly, Wu Bei slapped Yuan Shen on the face. As an elder of Luohan Hall, Yuan Shen was unable to dodge the slap.
A unique skill, attack Wu Bei.
Wu Bei had learned the inheritance from the Wordless Jade Wall, and Yuan Shen's moves were as childish in his eyes. With a wave of his hand, Yuan Shen's moves were missed, and he received a slap on his lower back.
His whole body felt as if he had been electrocuted, and his body suddenly froze, unable to move.
Wu Bei slapped him three more times, causing Yuanshen to spin in circles, and then sat on the ground with a look of shock on his face.
Wu Bei stared at him and said coldly: "Murong Jiao is my friend. Your disciples and Ouyang Shenghuang arrested her that day. As a master, you can't escape your sin. These four slaps can be regarded as a lesson to you as an uncle from me.
Yes! Do you accept it or not?"
Yuan Shen came to his senses and shouted: "I don't accept it!"
Wu Bei sneered: "Not convinced? Okay! Get up and we'll fight again. But this time, I won't hold back!"
"Yuan Shen! Don't be rude to your master!" An old monk stood up, older than Yuan Shen.
Seeing him, Yuan Shen didn't dare to talk back, but remained silent.
The old monk bowed his hand to Wu Bei and said, "I've met my uncle in the center of Luohan Hall."
Wu Bei nodded: "Yuan Xin, I am here to participate in a martial arts competition with Japan."
The center of the circle immediately understood what was going on. Wu Bei was so strong and joined the Luohan Hall at this time. It was naturally the intention of Patriarch Guanghui.
He immediately said: "My nephew understands!"
Wu Bei: "However, before participating in the competition, please call out a few of Yuanshen's disciples and let me see what they are all about!"
He had no intention of reconciling with Yuanshen, so he just took this opportunity to punish them severely!
Yuan Xin was a little embarrassed and said: "Uncle Master, now is the time when Dazen Temple is employing people. Can your personal grudges be resolved later?"
Wu Bei: "Okay. I'll go back first. When you ask me to come, I'll come over and solve the problem."
Zong Hui said quickly: "Master wants to solve it now, so let's solve it now." As he said that, he looked at Yuan Shen.
Yuan Shen said angrily: "Zong Hui, is it your turn to take care of my affairs?"
At this time, a voice sounded: "It's not him who wants to take care of it, it's me who wants to take care of it!"
This time, it was Yuan Hui who walked in. He bowed to Wu Bei and said with a smile: "I've met my uncle."
Wu Bei nodded, knowing that Dazen Temple would definitely give him an explanation today.
Yuan Shen was shocked and angry. Even though Yuan Hui had just come out of the Cave of Ten Thousand Buddhas, his status in the Great Zen Temple was far above him! Because speaking of it, he was the disciple of Patriarch Guanghui!
"Senior Brother Yuanhui, do you have to be like this?" Yuan Shen said loudly, with anger on his face.
Yuan Hui said calmly: "Yuan Shen, I have brought the words of Patriarch Guanghui. From now on, you are no longer the elder of Luohan Hall. From now on, you will go to Siguo Cave to think about it for a year. You are not allowed to leave the cave without the order of Patriarch!
"
Yuan Shen was shocked: "You..."
Yuan Hui's face darkened: "Yuan Shen, should I take you there, or should you go by yourself?"
Yuan Shen stamped his feet vigorously and strode out of the Great Zen Temple. As he left, he gave Wu Bei a sharp look.
Wu Bei frowned slightly, but did not stop him from leaving.
Later, several lay disciples of Yuan Shen were called, and Yuan Hui ordered them to be brought to the Discipline Hall and hit with fifty iron plates each.
The iron plate is made of pig iron and weighs thirty-six kilograms. If one iron plate is dropped, the bones can be broken! If fifty iron plates are dropped, the person will be seriously injured.
Yuan Shen and his disciples were both punished, and Wu Bei was relieved. He smiled and said, "Besides me, who is the other monk in Luohan Hall?"
Yuan Hui said: "Uncle Master, the age of the monks participating in the competition must not be more than thirty years old. Therefore, there is no suitable candidate in Luohan Hall except you."
"Are you under thirty?" Wu Bei nodded, "You can find someone to join me."
Yuan Hui glanced at a young monk in his twenties and said, "Come here."
The monk hurriedly walked quickly, came to the two of them, and said respectfully: "I have seen these two masters."
Yuan Hui: "What's your name?"
This young monk's cultivation level is relatively low, equivalent to the level of Qi training. He quickly said: "Little monk Dharma mirror."
Yuan Hui: "Fajing, you will participate in the competition with your ancestor Ji Ming. You don't have to be nervous, it won't be your turn to play."
Fajing said: "Yes."
Yuan Hui: "Uncle Master, the martial arts competition will be held the day after tomorrow. Let's discuss mantra tonight."
Wu Bei knew that this mantra was similar to a mantra, so he asked: "I heard Zong Hui say that he will definitely lose in this mantra competition?"
Yuan Hui sighed: "There is nothing we can do about it. The Shingon Sect of Japan has obtained the true biography of Tang Mi."
Wu Bei thought for a while and said, "Let me try it."
He learned a lot of Buddhist miraculous skills from the wordless jade wall, which naturally included Buddhist mantras.
Yuan Hui was overjoyed: "Master uncle is also good at speaking outright?"
In fact, Wu Bei didn't know much about the Shingon sect, so he asked him: "How powerful is the mantra of the Japanese Shingon sect?"
Yuanhui Zhengse said: "The Shingon Sect has three mantras for subduing demons, four mantras for purifying the heart, eight mantras for killing power, and two mantras for transitioning! During the competition, it is very likely that the mantra of killing power or the mantra for transitioning will be used. Both sides will read a mantra respectively.
If one party is converted or frightened away, they lose."
Wu Bei nodded: "I understand. How long until we learn the truth?"
Yuan Hui: "About three and a half hours."
Wu Bei: "Find me a quiet place and I'll practice the mantra."
The monks were speechless for a while. Is it too late to practice the mantra now?
Yuan Hui had a strange expression, but he still said: "Okay, uncle, please come with me."
After inviting Wu Bei to a monastery, Yuan Hui resigned.
Wu Bei recalled what he had learned on the wordless jade wall and planned to learn a mantra of killing power and a mantra of transformation.
The mantra of killing power is actually to intimidate and overwhelm the opponent.
The set of mantras he wants to practice has twelve sections, each section has thirty-six syllables, and it requires the use of Buddhist mudra to perform, which is very difficult.
Wu Bei kept making seals with his hands and made a sound similar to immortal inscriptions from his mouth. The first time, he read a little unfluently, but the second time it was much better.
After five times, he actually felt a little dizzy. This mantra consumed his spiritual energy!
He simply took a pill of innate soul power and continued practicing. For the sixth time, he specifically strengthened the twelve types of mudras. For the seventh time, he fine-tuned his mental skills. When he uttered the mantra for the eighth time, a circle appeared behind his head.
Bright light, there are hundreds of thousands of Bodhisattvas and three thousand Buddhas chanting mantras faintly in the bright light! The butterflies, bees, and birds around them fell to the ground one after another, seeming to be frightened!
"Awesome! This Buddhist method is best at subduing people's hearts!"
Next, he continued to practice the transformation mantra.
The Mantra of Transformation, as the name suggests, is a method used to transform heretics. It is more powerful and has a more direct effect than the Mantra of Killing Power. Of course, the Mantra of Transformation is more difficult to learn, and Wu Bei also found it very difficult at this time, so he had to learn it once
