Ling Yun was very angry. How could anyone dare to talk to him like this? He reached out and grabbed Acheng. It looked like he was grabbing the wine bottle, but in fact it was pointed directly at Acheng's left chest.
Acheng understood in his eyes that this woman had already made a move on him.
This Ling Yun's technique was sharp and erratic. She said she was pouring wine for him, but if she caught him, it was very likely that she would catch him not the bottle, but his heart.
Acheng said coldly: "How dare you trouble the girl!"
After saying that, he brushed his right hand towards the five fingers that Ling Yun had grabbed.
Ling Yun smiled and said: "Come to our Jiazhou City, you should toast to the young master! Why bother!"
Although she said this, she was not slow at all. She gathered her five fingers and accelerated into Acheng's palm. She drew her fingertips towards Acheng's pulse gate. If she was scratched, he might cut off his wrist.
Acheng snorted coldly, turned his palm over, raised it to Ling Yun's right hand, and slapped it down suddenly.
Ling Yun changed his moves again, turned his palm upwards, and raised his five fingers to pick Acheng's pulse gate.
These moves were all done in the small space of the wine table, and the players around him were shouting at the straightforwardness of Ling Yun's technique, but Acheng's technique was a little less delicate and a little more clean and neat.
After a few moves, Ling Yun realized that Acheng's boxing and kicking skills were not very refined, so he raised the palm of his right hand and swung it from side to side several times, seeming to attack but not attack, and seem to defend but not defend.
Acheng frowned, but he couldn't understand, so he could only retract his right hand and put it on his chest to defend himself. He watched helplessly as Ling Yun grabbed the wine bottle on the table, knowing that he was slightly inferior this time.
Ling Yun grabbed the wine flask, gently asked Acheng to fill it up, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a victor's attitude: "Brother Shouwang, what do you think of this little girl's technique? Can it catch your eye?"
"snort!"
Acheng snorted coldly, but he also knew that Ling Yun had probably become a first-class master, but he said disdainfully: "Comparing yourself to me is just an ant's opinion. The world is huge and there are many capable people and strangers. Don't become a frog in the well."
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He was originally feeling proud because he had won Acheng's move, but he was given a cold shoulder. Ling Yun was not an ordinary person. He also poured himself a glass of wine, picked up the glass and said with a smile: "Brother Shouwang teaches you that in this world,
It’s not our world yet. We’ll discuss swordsmanship in Huashan in the future. I hope Brother Shouwang won’t disappoint us. I’ll ask Brother Shouwang to give me some advice when the time comes!”
Ling Yun held up the wine glass in front of Acheng. Acheng could no longer be stingy, so he also raised the glass, banged it gently, and drank it in one gulp.
"Who dares to come to our Jiazhou City to look for trouble?"
Just when Lingyun's wine glass was put down, a rough voice came from outside the door.
Ling Yun stood up and walked out, saying at the same time: "One word of killing, no more words! Brother Shou Wang, it is said that Lingyun Cave will be opened soon. I hope I can go there with Brother Shou Wang!"
"Oh, I'll talk about it then!" Acheng was too lazy to pay attention to this woman. Although she was born with a good skin, it was too pretentious.
It was a great pleasure for the players in the restaurant. It was a great blessing to see the famous masters in the world compete with each other, but no one had the courage to come up and get close.
It is said that Lingyun Cave contains Fire Qilin, as well as Blood Bodhi, which is comparable to the Great Return Pill. It is indeed exciting for many players, but Acheng doesn't think so. Back then, Nie Ying couldn't deal with Fire Qilin, so with the current strength of players,
Lingyun Cave, that is simply courting death.
After drinking a few more glasses of wine, Acheng got up and went out. He thought that he would have to wait for Caiyi for a few more days, so he might as well go to the Leshan Giant Buddha to see it. After all, it was a beautiful sight in Jiazhou. It would be a pity not to go there once.
The Leshan Giant Buddha is more than 70 meters high. It is built against the mountain, with its feet on the river and its hands touching its knees. The Buddha has a well-proportioned body and a solemn demeanor, which makes people have the urge to kneel down and worship at the first sight.
Looking at the giant Buddha in front of him, Acheng felt a surge in his heart. Under this majestic Buddha, a person is so small. Looking at the solemn expression of the giant Buddha, Acheng unconsciously felt the indifference in his eyes and looked at him coldly.
The vicissitudes of the world, seeing the joys and sorrows of the world, as he watched, Acheng was in a trance, feeling his own humbleness, and feeling like he wanted to repent.
Suddenly, Bing Po, who had been silent for a long time, sent out a burst of cold current, passing through Acheng's mind, and he woke up.
Acheng was shocked and thought to himself that the person who built this Buddha must have been an enlightened monk who injected his understanding of Buddhism into the Buddha statue, making the world worship him. Acheng did not dare to look into the eyes of the Buddha.
Turn your head and look at the rushing river flowing by your feet.
Standing on the river bank and watching quietly, I felt that I missed a lot. I had been standing here for several hours, and soon the sun was setting and I was ready to leave.
"Dong——dong——"
The melodious ringing of bells came from the top of the mountain. At this moment, Acheng noticed that there was a small-looking temple on the top of the mountain. It must be that the monks were starting to do evening classes.
Acheng, who was about to leave, couldn't help but take steps and walked along the mountain road towards the temple.
The mountain path has twists and turns every nine steps, all the way up. Acheng always feels uncomfortable walking on it. Halfway through the journey, he feels a pressure in his heart, and he has the urge to go down the mountain and leave immediately.
Stop your pace, take a deep breath, regulate the movement of your true energy, and climb up the stairs again.
From time to time, there were whispers in the air. They thought they were monks reciting scriptures during evening classes. However, Acheng felt the pressure brought by every step. His breathing became heavier and heavier. When the sound of reciting scriptures entered his mind, his whole body was full of energy.
They actually scattered in all directions and were out of control, which made Acheng panic.
Could it be that this mountain temple hid its secrets? He already had such strong resistance just halfway through. This made Acheng insist on going up the mountain. Finally, when most of the energy in his body was consumed, he found some way out.
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Acheng walked up the steps and found that as long as he could complete the nine steps with one breath or one breath, he would not have difficulty breathing in his chest, and he could actually feel a faint sense of true energy as he walked.
Be more active and worship the one who built the temple.
Without the pressure of going up the mountain, Acheng felt much more relaxed. As he walked, he listened to the sound of monks reciting scriptures. After listening carefully, Acheng discovered a little mystery.
From the time Acheng went up the mountain, there was never any sense of twists and turns in the chanting. Although there were many people reciting it, Acheng could still tell that there were basically two groups of monks, one group finished the chanting, and the other group continued the chanting without interruption.
Go down, just like breathing in and out naturally and smoothly, flowing like clouds and water.
Although the muttering is not very loud, the words are still clear. Each word reveals the profound skills of the monks. Each of them is not inferior to Acheng. Listen carefully. There are probably a hundred people in each group chanting.
, these two groups are two hundred chanting monks.
Acheng was shocked. What was the secret of this temple? There were actually two hundred monks chanting sutras. Each of them had the foundation of a first-class master. It was so terrifying that a cold current flowed through his spinal cord, giving him a shiver.
In the midst of fear, Acheng had already reached the top of the mountain. He saw the gate of the temple and wrote: Lingyun Temple.
There is an open space of nearly tens of feet in front of the temple gate, which is paved with stone slabs from the mountains. At first, at the foot of the mountain, I thought that the size of the temple would not be too big, but now I walked through the gate and looked inside.
There is a main hall in the middle, which is probably no less than ten feet high and no less than a hundred feet away from the temple gate. The ground is paved with white stones. As Acheng enters the temple gate, he sees the middle square surrounded by white stone carvings.
Surrounded by various Arhat Buddha statues, there are no less than a hundred Arhat statues in the four corners. They are all made of gold and bronze. Each one has a different look and posture, but whether they open their eyes and protrude their foreheads, or lower their eyes and keep inward, they are all the same.
Lifelike, no different from a living person.
In addition to the main hall in the center, there are also many buildings surrounding it. With this main hall as the center, they are spread out. The roofs are covered with three-color glazed tiles. Under the soft light of dusk, the temple looks like the legendary Western Heaven.
They are all rendered in golden color, just like a golden temple.
In the middle of the square, there is a lifelike statue of Bodhisattva, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Acheng frowned. Most temples rarely worship Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. This great Bodhisattva once made a great wish: Unless hell is empty, the vow will not come true.
Buddha. Presumably the abbot of this temple also wants to rid the world of evil. He is an expert with great vows.
There is a large incense burner placed in front of Ksitigarbha's shrine. The burning sandalwood emits a large amount of fragrance, which permeates the huge temple. Acheng, who was originally uneasy in his thoughts, slowly calms down and is infected by this otherworldly atmosphere.
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Slowly walking to the lower right corner of the square, Acheng looked carefully at these sentient arhats, with all kinds of weird but dignified postures, just like peerless masters, and various different moves.
The muttering of sutras has ended, and only the lingering sound still echoes in the temple.
There was a creaking sound, and Acheng turned his head and watched the bronze door of the main hall slowly open. The monks who had finished reciting the scriptures slowly walked out of the main hall in a neat line, led by a monk in blue robes.
Go down the stairs and walk directly towards Shiroishi Square.
The blue-robed monk is holding a gold and steel Zen staff. Judging from the thick appearance, it is estimated to weigh no less than a hundred kilograms. The other monks are all holding Buddhist beads. They look at their noses with their eyes and their hearts with their noses. They have a solemn look on their faces and their eyelids are slightly lowered. The monks
The steps are consistent, even the spacing is almost the same.
The monks formed four large square formations in the middle of the square with the statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva as the center. Four blue-robed monks walked out of the group, holding Zen staffs, and walked quickly to the four corners. Acheng couldn't help but think of the temple protectors.
One of the four King Kongs is walking in the direction of Acheng.
When the blue-robed monk reached five feet in front of Acheng, a huge momentum rushed towards him, causing Acheng's heart to shake violently, and his body involuntarily mobilized its internal energy to resist the blue-robed monk's momentum.
Every step the blue-robed monk took put tremendous pressure on Acheng. Every step he stepped on the ground was like stepping on Acheng's heart. His heartbeat kept accelerating. Finally, when he was two feet away from Acheng, the momentum
Acheng could no longer block him head-on, so he hurriedly moved out of the way, not daring to confront him head-on. Fortunately, the monk was not targeting Acheng. If he had done it deliberately, Acheng would have probably been killed by the blue-robed monk with one move.
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When Acheng was panicking, all the monks had already stood up. In four neat square formations, except for the four Vajras, 220 monks, old and young, were standing quietly in front of the main hall. Even the sound of breathing could not be heard.
, while Acheng was confused, another person walked out of the hall.
