Dust and sand suddenly rolled up outside Fengwei Village. The Yunnan horse caravans that were passing along the road were frightened and could hardly stand on the narrow ancient road. After a while, they were driven to both sides of the road and endured. Only the short and sturdy pack horses were left.
He stood up with his breath rubbing against his hooves.
On the road at this moment, there is a group of about twenty riders, equipped with various swords and weapons, and dressed in different styles. The only thing that cannot be concealed is the arrogance in their eyes. They are obviously the best among warriors.
In the hearts of the old packhorse merchants, they knew at a glance that they couldn't afford to mess with him.
"Pingxi Prince's Mansion is doing business, anyone who is idle should get out of the way!"
It wasn't until the tail dust was nearly annihilated that a roll call with a stern tone was heard, followed by another spurt of fire, and soon not even their shadows were left on the narrow village road.
When the Pingxi Prince's Mansion arrived, there was no more frightening news than this. The horse-travelling merchants knew that at the beginning of last year, Li Dingguo, King of the Jin Dynasty of the Southern Ming Dynasty, ambushed the Qing army at Mopan Mountain near Tengchong. Due to the traitor's informant before the battle, they were unable to obtain the victory.
The victory was complete, but it also caused great damage to the Qing army attacking the southwest. As a result, Wu Sangui, the king of Pingxi, had to retreat to Kunming and Dali to rest and recuperate, which also made the situation in the vicinity even more tense.
These people from Pingxi Palace will naturally not take the rural villagers at the foot of Jizu Mountain seriously. You must know that even the local chieftain forces who have been entrenched for many years do not have much respect for local snakes - after all, even the local magistrate of Lijiang
A big shot like Mu Yi is still "visiting" in Prince Pingxi's palace at this time. Even if he wants to leave, he can't help it...
"Hmph, have you, brothers, misunderstood me? How could such a remote and remote place be harboring a person with such a strong swordsmanship?"
At the head, sitting on the tall horse, was a rough-looking warrior with an extremely heavy sword tied to the horse's body. He spoke like thunder without anger, and glanced sideways at the two people who were walking side by side.
Just one horse's head behind them were two masters riding a horse together. They were tall and powerful, and their equestrian skills were extremely superb. They were only a little slower because they were riding on a single horse.
"Hmph, if you don't believe it, you can go and try it out. I want to see how much advantage you can take with your boasted skills?"
The person carrying the sword was obviously not angry, and taunted the other person in a cold voice, but the swordsman with rough manners and words was unmoved. It seemed that this kind of questioning and rudeness came from the bottom of his heart. Even if he showed contempt for others, it was just a sign of superb kung fu.
Natural expression.
Fortunately, two more horses came close behind and chased them indiscriminately, preparing to dissuade the two people who were about to quarrel.
"You two, why do you need to argue about this matter?"
The two people who came were obviously close to each other, and what they said was like speaking from the same nose, "I think that expert was just invited by Xitan Temple to show his affection, so he dared to smooth Prince Xi's beard. Now he said
Maybe he's gone to nowhere. Anyway, the monk can't escape from the temple, so why go to such trouble to find him?"
The two of them were quite skilled in their movements. They were half-lying on the horse but their buttocks were not even up to the saddle. They were adjusting their center of gravity along the mountain road of Jizu Mountain and maintaining a leisurely speed. Just looking at the four people in front, one could tell that they were famous figures in the world.
The master of number took action.
The swordsman calmed down his temper that almost exploded. He turned around and saw the livid expression on his junior brother's face, and felt a burst of torment in his heart.
The failure of the previous attempt to seize the scriptures was still coming to an end, and this group of people wanted to use this matter to step on them again. They were under the eaves, and even the mounts were taken by the villains before, so they ended up asking someone to borrow the horses. ——The most annoying thing I have lost is the face of Prince Pingxi. Even if it is used as an article, I can only grit my teeth and suffer for once.
The swordsman frowned and looked at the two men behind him, who were like wasps with waists and arms, and cranes and mantises. They were brothers, and they were famous for their fists. It would be unwise to offend them at this time. Moreover, their analysis just now was quite reasonable. The person he met The masters do things without leaving any escape route, which is completely unlike the style of the monks of the Sidtan Temple. In fact, they may be hidden masters invited from somewhere, and they come out to cause trouble because they have no worries.
"We are going to the Sittan Temple ahead. Tan Ma inquired and heard that the door of the Zen temple was open, but one of the stone lions was missing. It seems that the monks are thinking about life and death, but I don't know whether they are thinking about the virtue of living a good life, or whether they are planning to live or die. .”
Under the sunshine at noon, I saw that the magnificent mountain gate of Sidtan Temple was open, and the green trees on both sides were solemn. It reflected the majestic magnificence of the Buddhist kingdom, but it also meant that the excuses they had used to hold on could no longer be used. It's useless. He completely broke the rule of fasting and planned to receive incense from all directions. Then the Pingxi Prince's Mansion, which had been lingering for a long time, naturally had a reason to come and ask questions.
But under the bright sunshine, the two paintings beside the plaque "Zhuguo Xitan Temple" given by Emperor Tianqi, with scrawled and distant scrolls, really looked a bit nondescript and slightly funny.
The martial arts masters of Prince Pingxi's Palace had guessed many scenarios. Even if a group of old monks set fire to themselves at the door, they would not be surprised. However, they did not expect that the scene outside Xitan Temple was like an empty city, and the surrounding pilgrims were not patrolling. , obviously also very curious about the inside, but no one dared to walk into the mountain gate to find out——
After all, it is well known in Dali and Lijiang that the Prince of Pingxi is eyeing Xitan Temple, and no one intends to come forward to cause this bad luck.
"The Secret of Dali...Tianlong Arsenal...this...what does this mean?"
The swordsman hesitated for a moment, only to think that the high-profile sign was very similar to the style of people selling Dali Pills in the martial arts world. He thought for a long time without saying anything, then turned around and asked his junior brother, "Junior brother, what do you think?"
The junior brother gritted his teeth and obviously thought of a place with his senior brother. However, they had both been defeated when they joined forces before. Now if he said the comment about Sidtan Temple's bidding, it would obviously turn him into a fool. They are like chickens and dogs, so even if the scene is funny, they still have to find a way to save some face.
"...Brother, I think there is a scam inside and I have to be on guard. Could it be that this Xitan Temple has really found some martial arts secrets and plans to catch us all in one go?"
As soon as the words fell, the martial arts people outside Zhuma Temple burst into muffled laughter. The junior brother also raised his sword in his hand with a look of confusion and looked around, trying to see who would dare to challenge him.
However, at this time, it was the leading swordsman who was the first to laugh, and his laughter shook the plum trees on both sides.
"It's extremely ridiculous. Xitan Temple is the family temple of the Mu family, and it only houses a bunch of monks who eat fast and chant Buddha's name. How can they find any secrets of martial arts?"
The laughter of the swordsman outside the Great Wall was particularly harsh, "Besides, we martial arts practitioners are able to achieve today's martial arts skills only because of decades of hard work. Is it possible that these monks can excel in ten and a half months?" ?”
The faces of the swordsman and his junior brother turned dark. Knowing that others were now using their previous failure as an excuse to shirk responsibility, their stomachs were inevitably full of resentment. The junior brother's city was not enough, so they finally started to sneer at each other.
"There are so many bizarre things in the world. I say Jizu Mountain is now a trap. If you want to go through fire and water, just do it yourself!"
The swordsman was shocked when he heard this and quickly slapped his junior brother on the back.
Although these words were made out of ridicule and resentment, both of them are worshipers of the Prince of Pingxi. They must not say anything that will destroy their prestige in person. Otherwise, if they are caught, they will be sued and it will shake the morale of the army.
That's troublesome.
"Ridiculous! Our four masters of sword, sword, fist, and palm from Pingxi Prince's Palace are all out. Even if the master from Xitan Temple is hiding inside, he will not be our opponent!"
The swordsman quickly corrected his junior brother's statement, thus making up for the flaw.
The Prince of Pingxi is now recruiting people from Xichuan, and has frequently shown its favor to the masters from Qingcheng, Emei, Three Gorges, Yunnan and Guizhou. Among these people, the four masters including himself are the leaders. They have competed with each other many times, and they know that the strength of martial arts is different from the weak.
Among brothers, it can be said that in the entire southwestern martial arts world, except for the Hui Lv Taoist of the Qingcheng Sect who was inexplicably refused to be recruited and ran away to Fujian, no one else could possibly defeat him.
Long before the Prince of Pingxi planned to take action, they had already investigated that the Mu family in Lijiang did not have any outstanding martial arts masters, which was why they dared to send masters to kidnap contemporary chieftains. The Xitan Temple in front of them was just an ordinary temple. In this world
There are as many temples as there are sands in the Ganges, but not all of them have as deep a collection of martial arts as Shaolin, let alone become a martial arts force.
Several people were thinking in their minds for a moment. Although the rough swordsman had a weird temper, his sword skills were undeniably superb. Even if he couldn't defeat the unknown master he met earlier, he could still delay the delay for a moment. As long as they joined forces to attack
, the other party will inevitably die of hatred.
In addition, the slightly famous masters in Xitan Temple are just Master Anren, a chivalrous and righteous man from Yunnan and Guizhou provinces. Although this old monk has a high reputation as a chivalrous man, his methods are ordinary, and his martial arts can only be regarded as first-rate. If it were any one of them,
There are ways to suppress and solve it safely, so there is nothing to worry about.
With clever chess moves, the situation is self-evident. Now it is a sure thing for four people to go out to deal with two masters. The swordsman is even more upset. It is no wonder that they are not in a good mood along the way. They blame themselves for not succeeding enough and failing.
, which makes them even have to make such a trip just to save face.
Contemptuous smiles appeared one after another, and the junior brother was blushing at the internal and external intrigues. If it weren't for the secret luck of his palms on his shoulders, he would have jumped off the saddle to find someone to fight.
"What do you know? Prince Pingxi is such a person that we have to outsmart him. We clearly know that Jizu Mountain is very evil and not easy to break into!"
Junior Brother Swordsman gritted his teeth and spoke, "Do you know that the Buddha is one foot high and the devil is one foot high? The closer to the pure land of the Buddha, the deeper the devil's obstacles are! Our fellow apprentice brothers have been living in the mountains recently, and I heard the monk say that on the mountain road
There are often things like corpses appearing. This thing is naked without a coffin, and is stiff as a tree. When it meets people, it begs for its limbs, heads, bones and brains. People are always in trouble, but be careful not to let you run into it!"
The swordsman was slightly relieved when he heard this. He knew that his junior brother had a stubborn temper and could not bear to be wronged. Now he used the name of Prince Pingxi to tell a strange story, which explained his previous threats and gave him a smooth explanation.
.
"Well, this story of dry muntjac has been heard all over Yunnan. It's not just nonsense made by my junior brother. You should be more careful at night."
The people in Prince Pingxi's Mansion didn't take it seriously. They all dismounted their horses and tied their reins calmly, and slowly stepped up the steps of the magnificent mountain gate of Xitan Temple. They saw that they were led by four masters of swords, swords, fists and palms, and they were fierce. Today, they had to take orders from the monks.
Here, you cannot take away what Prince Pingxi wants...
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There are piles of rice bowls stacked at the entrance of the Main Hall. Not far away is a group of bald monks who are crying all over the place. They are lying on the ground unable to move. Their eyes are full of panic. They can only look towards the abbot's position as best they can.
, I want to ask for a regret medicine.
The monks collapsed on the ground gasping for air. Su Zhai, who had not yet had time to digest it in his stomach, hit his throat from time to time, and he swallowed it back with difficulty.
These monks never thought that they were just confused for a moment. They heard that anyone who dared to come today would be able to take care of food and food. So after being hungry for more than half a month and their eyes turning green, they decided to come and have a full meal regardless of the ground and enjoy the experience again.
Let’s look at the treatment of the Tusi Mu family in the past.
But just when forty or fifty monks were eating and eating, creating a scene of bright bowls all over the floor, they didn't realize that an elegant and easy-going young man quietly appeared behind him, with all kinds of terrifying things in his hands.
instrument……
In just half an hour, the young man in front of him tortured them with all his strength. At one moment, he knocked them over one by one with one hand, turning them into carp jumping up all over the place. At another moment, he took out the magic weapon in the temple.
Cymbals and tin sticks were thrown at them, forcing the monks to run away with their heads in their hands; one moment, they kept pouring water on them with a water ladle, and if they were not careful, they were as cold as grandchildren in the early spring; the next moment, they waved their swords and asked them to take the sword with their bare hands, which frightened the monks.
They were all out of their minds.
After such torture, naturally some monks couldn't bear it and tried to run away. However, this young man swept his legs with a bamboo pole and fell to the ground. Then he beat him with a stick again, causing the monks to run away.
tooth.
But these are nothing. What really made the forty or fifty monks prefer to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead rather than move was that at the end of the training, the young man saw that they were all half dead and actually used a cart to push the stone stone at the entrance of the temple.
The lion suddenly sprinted towards them, roaring, "Don't run! Rush towards the car!"
Fortunately, there was too much noise outside the main hall, and it was soon known to other meditating monks in the temple. As several old monks came to Abbot Hongbian, the monks lying on the ground hurriedly rolled to the elders to complain.
, Jiang Wen could only stop what he was doing and looked up the palace steps.
"Amitabha, what are you doing? Why did Pinzhao say that the abbot asked him to open the mountain gate of the Zen temple and hang an unknown banner?"
The old monk Dajing came to Abbot Hongbian and looked at the mess on the ground sadly, with a look that he couldn't bear to see. Then he glanced at Jiang Wen, which made Jiang Wen recognize that this was the man he met at the door of the abbot's Zen room yesterday.
Monk.
"Also, now that there are powerful enemies outside and people are worried about freezing and hunger inside, why does the abbot allow this person to act so recklessly and torture and injure so many Buddhist disciples!"
The monks' wails and cries of pain rang out at just the right time, and for a while, the miserable wind and chills hit, making Jiang Wen, who was alone among the wounded on the ground and holding the murder weapon bamboo pole, look particularly ferocious and evil.
With a snap sound, Jiang Wen quickly threw away the long bamboo pole in his hand and said to the old monk who was speaking for his disciples: "This elder, of course I know that Xitan Temple is in critical danger now, and he is currently selecting available talents for the Zen Temple.
Defending the jungle, how can I be lumped together with the gangsters outside?"
The old monk Jing Jing stared at him, his old voice full of dissatisfaction: "Absurd! How can you select talents to do such harm to others? You clearly did it intentionally!"
Jiang Wen saw this and sneered: "Elder, if you regard me as a murderer, then if you have seen the methods of the Thirty-sixth Room of Southern Shaolin and the Luohan Hall of Northern Shaolin, you are afraid that you will regard Northern and Southern Shaolin as hell on earth, Bo Xun Dojo
Got it!"
When the old monk heard the words, he was stopped by Abbot Hongbian who had been silent for a long time. He finally said in a vicissitudes of tone: "Amitabha, this matter is approved by me as the abbot of this temple. Ghusl must not break the Liuhe Jing.
The rules of the law hurt harmony."
Since the rise of Zen Buddhism, temples in various places can be divided into Shifang Jungle and Zisun Jungle according to their size, property attributes and the inheritance method of the abbot. Among them, the larger scale, the property is jointly owned by the monks, and the abbot is invited by the public.
The forest in charge of the great master Fang Mingsu is called the Shifang Forest.
As the leading imperial temple in Jizu Mountain, Xitan Temple naturally belongs to the standard Shifang Jungle. Even if Hongbian is the abbot, he cannot act arbitrarily. He must be fair and just and accept the supervision of other elders at all times. This is unlike descendants.
The jungle, also called Zisun Temple, is often small in scale, and the property belongs to one monk or a line of monks. The abbot is inherited from master to disciple, and all major and minor matters are decided by one person.
When Monk Hongbian was able to succeed his master, Master Benchu, and then serve as the abbot of Sidan Temple, it was indispensable for the recommendation and trust of the elders in the temple, led by the five elders of Great Pure, Great Ju, Great Yuan, Great Chen, and Great Enlightenment. Now he is also the abbot of Sidan Temple.
I can only explain it calmly.
"Prince Pingxi's Palace sent people from the Jianghu to come here this time. I know very little about this, so I invited Jiang Tanyue to come and make suggestions. This is definitely not a whim."
With Abbot Hongbian as his guarantor, Jiang Wen also came to the old monk Jingjing with his head held high.
"Elder, what you are going to face are the masters of various factions recruited by Wu Sangui. Compared with these people in the world, you are not bad enough and ruthless enough. I also know that it is impossible to match you in martial arts, so you can only find another way...
…”
The scene fell into silence for a while, and the old monks frowned at the difficult situation.
They naturally also knew that the strength of the two sides was not directly proportional. Xitan Temple was a place that only knew how to meditate and recite sutras. It was impossible for masters to come out in large numbers like Southern Shaolin. As soon as you climbed high, disciples from all over the world came to help. Therefore, Pingxi King Wu Sangui asked martial arts people to come.
I plan to use force to deceive scholars. Anyway, when a scholar encounters a soldier, he can't explain clearly. All he needs to do is get the precious scriptures.
The crux of the problem is right here.
The designated opponent of the Prince of Pingxi is Xitan Temple. When martial arts people come to the door, Xitan Temple has to deal with it. If Jiang Wen comes to the rescue this time, in the end, it will give Wu Sangui a reason to collude with gangsters.
The accusation brought the temple to justice.
Even a vigorous social group as big as Southern Shaolin could not withstand the war. Jiang Wen couldn't stay a monk in the temple for the rest of his life just because of this, right? Therefore, the Xitan Temple under the leadership of Abbot Hongbian had no way to fight against the army. Now
It's just that Wu Sangui didn't like this small place and wanted to get the scriptures he wanted in a more peaceful and labor-saving way.
Jiang Wen's plan was also very simple. He was to come forward and create a unique master for Xitan Temple. It didn't require any great martial arts skills. As long as he could understand and learn Jiang Wen's instructions and defeat his edge, he would achieve the goal.
Then you can proceed with the next step of planning.
You must know that Jiang Wen stayed up all night last night and compiled most of the martial arts context for Xitan Temple overnight, and then persuaded Abbot Hongbian to let him do things easily.
Jiang Wen's reasons are also very good. As the first temple in Jizu Mountain, Xitan Temple has a famous name, but it lacks historical background. However, history is something that can be found with a little effort. You must know that you can see it everywhere on the roadside.
Stones have a history of tens of millions of years. Whether it is Buddhism or martial arts, the so-called origins of heel and foot are naturally those who are talented and virtuous.
Abbot Hongbian looked at Jiang Wen, but what he was thinking about was Jiang Wen's astonishing deeds of reading the classics at night, compiling the origins of Qi's martial arts in one night, and making up chronicles and feet.
The old monk initially thought that Jiang Wen was pretending to be boastful, but he did not expect that Jiang Wen could use his master, Benwu Zen Master, as a source, and that he became a monk in Tonghai Xiushan, and connected it with the Nanzhao Kingdom's establishment of Tonghai Governor in Tonghai during the pre-Tang Dynasty. Check the existing historical records.
, Duan Siping was the only one with a named governor of Tonghai, so he left behind a secret treasure of martial arts!
In the eyes of Abbot Hongbian, Jiang Wen's actions were more bizarre and unexplainable than the erudite Xu Xiake's Xiu Jizushan Chronicle. What frightened Abbot Hongbian the most was Jiang Wen's behavior.
Wen fabricated the secrets of martial arts out of thin air, detailing the causes and consequences, interspersed with countless historical allusions that are difficult to distinguish between true and false. If an outsider accidentally read it, they would probably believe it to be true on the spot.
It's a pity that everything is arranged properly, but the most difficult thing is also the last gap, but I don't know what to do...
"Hey, you can't torture them like this!"
The old monk Jingjing said sadly, "Now that the foreign enemy has suffered 800 losses before it arrives, won't it be more difficult to survive in the future!?"
Jiang Wen also shook his head helplessly: "I am treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor. I thought that if there is a unique martial arts wizard among them, with my guidance, maybe he can be a good doctor within a few days.
Flying dragons are flying into the sky - but obviously they are not."
There are hundreds of monks in Xitan Temple. After starving for more than half a month, the remaining 40 or 50 people are able to move, but they are only relatively strong. Overall, they are still weak. Even if they learn Jiang Wen's Kung Fu, they can't hit a knife edge.
A martial arts person who licks blood is like a martial arts person who cannot compete with a monk in debating scriptures. This is a specialization in the art.
Although Jiang Wen had taken advantage of the old monk with his talk at this time, he was still just being a bastard and was of no use in solving the problem. He had not yet figured out how to create a master among the monks who could stand alone.
Jiang Wen sighed inwardly, maybe he was used to having a few talented apprentices, and inevitably forgot that ordinary people have limited talents and qualifications, and even if they were put in front of them with peerless martial arts, they might not be able to learn even a fraction of it. Now they really need to find someone
How can there be such a candidate in the vast sea of people who can know it at a glance, understand it as soon as he learns it, and master it as soon as he realizes it...
Jiang Wenqianai glanced over and suddenly caught a glimpse of Luo Shuang'er who was standing under the Biboluo tree watching the fun. He found that although this girl ignored him and ignored all his suggestions, she always followed him every day to watch the fun.
, at this time, Jiang Wenfuzhi showed a hint of joy in his heart, stepped forward and whispered.
"Sister Shuang, how about you shave your head and make a cameo?"
Immediately, he naturally received a blank stare.
"Abbott, please think twice! Doing this is simply putting the Sidtan Temple on the fire of harmful karma. If you are not careful, you will be irreversible!"
The old monk still couldn't pass the test in his heart, so he stood up and spoke on behalf of several other elders, trying to stop their risky behavior.
Abbot Hongbian glanced at the old monk meaningfully and replied meaningfully: "Amitabha, now our way out is cut off. Even if we don't do this, we can only sacrifice ourselves to protect the Dharma."
Jiang Wen heard clearly from the sidelines and knew that the way out that Abbot Hongbian said was actually to let Master Anren, who had the highest martial arts and the strongest survival ability in Xitan Temple, take the precious classics in the temple and fly away.
The monks also know that ordinary people are innocent of the crime of harboring a treasure. Perhaps as long as the treasure is not in the Sidan Temple, even if the Zen temple inevitably suffers a disaster, it may not end up with both the jade and the stone. It is already a desperate attempt to survive.
Jiang Wen did not expect that Abbot Hongbian, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, was actually a defeatist strategist and had already made a plan to retreat.
It's a pity that when this kind of crisis is approaching, no one can take out this defeatist counselor. It's even more pity that people are not as good as God. Monk Anren was recalled by Starry Night to protect the precious classics. Not long after, he was killed in black for protecting the classics.
The person was beaten into a coma.
In fact, the old monk who came in a hurry that day originally wanted to discuss with the abbot the follow-up method of this matter, but now he simply said what he was thinking.
"Amitabha... When the Buddha sacrificed his life and threw himself on a cliff to obtain half a verse of the dharma, Patriarch Hui Ke broke his arm in the snow to show his sincerity before he got his mantle. Now the Buddha's dharma is coveted by thieves, and the old monks are willing to divide their troops into five groups to deceive the enemy.
Fight to the death to send Fazang to a safe place!"
This method is a naked end of the road. The purpose of the suspected soldiers is to die to lure away the enemy and create opportunities for the Sidtan Temple. With their old age, it can be said that there is no chance of death, but the old faces of the several old monks look extremely determined.
Obviously, they are all people with a firm mind of Zen, brave and diligent people, who have already ignored the life and death of their skin.
Abbot Hongbian slowly chanted sutras with an unbearable look on his face, but found that Jiang Wen had come to him with a strange look on his face and asked in a low voice.
"Abbott, what are the Buddhist practices of these four elders?"
"Why does Tan Yue ask this question?"
Abbot Hongbian answered confusedly: "Although these people have not cultivated to the point of not having a single thought, which is the state of separation between before and after, they can be said to be qualified in upholding the precepts, enduring humiliation, and improving their meditation skills."
Jiang Wen's expression suddenly became more vivid, and he slowly stroked his chin with his left hand, showing a thoughtful look: "It's good that you are not afraid of death. Does it mean that your zazen skills are very high? Is it as high as three or four floors?"
Abbot Hongbian didn't know how to answer, but Jiang Wen had already walked up to the four elders, showing a mysterious and beguiling smile.
"Elders, I wonder if you can listen to me..."
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At the moment when the four masters of swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and palm of Prince Pingxi stepped forward to the mountain gate of Sidan Temple, the temple's bell suddenly rang. The sound was like the sword of the Vajra King, and the sound was like the roar of a lion on the ground. Everyone felt their whole bodies trembling.
It's like being alone on an empty mountain facing a thunderstorm. What is hard to extinguish is the fear in the heart. What almost leaves the body with the soul is the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance in the heart.
The bells rang loudly to welcome the guests, and they saw a main hall immediately behind the Hongwei Mountain Gate. Four carved wooden doors were suddenly opened unprepared. The four masters were suddenly startled, and couldn't help but become angry, and rushed in with resentment.
, broke into this subsequent temple.
In the secluded hall, there seemed to be an extremely majestic figure, wearing a helmet and holding armor, waiting for him. The four people's hearts jumped again, and when they looked carefully, they realized that it was a figure wearing a hood, armor, and both hands.
The tall statue of Skanda Dharma Protector, with his hands clasped together and Qi flowing in his chest, was glaring at them coldly and angrily.
I saw the statue of the god carrying a precious pestle on its shoulders, as powerful as a full bow, and the black cloud soap shoes on its feet were spread outwards. The strength was consistent from the soles of the feet, and it had the momentum of being as stable as Mount Tai. Moreover, because the center of gravity was placed on the left leg, the torso and head and neck were twisted.
The movement and displacement exceed the limits of the human body, and it seems that at any time it will accumulate strength and stir up the vajra pestle, driving all stupid and stubborn sentient beings out of the fire pit!
After a false alarm, the four masters of Pingxi Palace simply asked the remaining martial arts people to guard outside the hall, so as not to make a fuss and shake the morale of the army. The few people walked into the dark hall, which seemed to be empty. When they took a closer look, they found that there were six old men.
The monk was in meditation, his appearance was skinny, withered and without any dignity, which made people think of the ghost stories about Ganzizi.
I saw them wearing Haiqing Dharma robes with wide waists and wide sleeves, round collars and square lapels, and long-sleeved cassocks. They were sitting in a lotus-shaped seat, with one person in the middle and five people surrounding each other. At this time, their breathing and heartbeats almost stopped, and the silence was solemn.
Their appearance is like an eternal cold rock, with their clothes, beards and hair hanging straight down to the ground, as if the earth, water, fire and wind in the world of Saha have no power to do anything to these old monks.
"Amitabha……"
The four masters of swords, fists and palms from the Pingxi Prince's Palace had not seen the monk before, but they were frightened several times by Xitan Temple's sudden surprise. The iron man's heart could not bear such torment. When the faint and lingering Buddha's trumpet sounded, they almost
He put on his kung fu stance and rushed forward to find someone to challenge.
But before they could move forward, they saw the old monks in the Wei Tuo Hall whose life and death were unknown, like sitting on corpses. Suddenly they all stretched out a thin palm, and the sleeves of Haiqing's hair clothes were close to the withered arms, flowing and unobstructed.
With a hint of stiffness and weirdness, the scene is extremely horrifying.
The four masters were alert to the situation and were about to confront the enemy, but they found that the old monks suddenly slashed their left palms backwards with a soft whizzing sound, and then the wooden door behind them, which was more than ten feet away, suddenly made a "click" sound without any warning.
Close the palm wind.
Before a few people could be surprised, they saw the zombie-like old monk extending his right palm and slashing backwards. The wind from the palm passed by, and another wooden door suddenly closed tightly. He fired four palms in a row, and his movements were stiff and weird.
But just like that, the four wooden doors were closed in the air, and the old monks held out their palms throughout the whole process, but their eyes were always downcast and empty. Apparently they were still in an empty meditation and had not woken up. They only sang a faint verse, repeating the cycle.
The earth rang in their ears.
"All actions are impermanent, the law of birth and death..."
"The cessation of birth and cessation, the joy of cessation..."