The mental force hit the big bald head on the head. The big bald head fainted instantly and fell to the ground with a thud. When the little bald head saw this, his whole body was trembling with fear, but his body could not move, and he could only stare with a pair of eyes.
His head was wide open, he made a whining sound from his mouth, and his eyes were filled with fear.
"Where did this little monk come from? How dare you disturb me from my rest?"
A low voice sounded from the big stone. Immediately, the little bald head felt that the power over him disappeared. The little bald head immediately sat on the ground, looking at the big stone in horror, thinking
My legs are too weak to run away.
"Who, who is this monster? How dare you show up in the Buddhist holy land and show up soon?" The little bald man picked up a stone from the side and threw it directly towards the place where the sound came from. He looked fierce and filled with fear, and he was extremely scared.
However, what frightened him even more was that the stone he threw was actually suspended in mid-air, without anything to support it. It was as if the stone had become a spirit. The little bald head kept shrinking back, just like that.
At this time, a pair of invisible hands pulled him back.
"Little monk, what's your name?" A calm voice came from the void.
"Little monk, little monk will win, you, who are you?" The little bald man's voice was trembling, and it could be seen that he was very frightened in the face of unknown things.
Bisheng? Chen Dasheng couldn't help but laugh at this name. He used to think that his name was enough to win, but he didn't expect that the little monk would win even more. A bigger kid would dare to call it Bisheng.
"Who am I? Who do you think I am?"
The voice in the void came again, and the little bald head trembled all over and stammered. "Little monk, little monk doesn't know who you are, whether you are a human or a ghost? You should leave quickly, otherwise you will alarm the master, uncle and the others.
You won’t be able to leave!”
"Haha, your master and uncle will call me ancestor when they see me. A group of juniors still dare to bully their master and destroy their ancestors?"
"Grandmaster? You, who are you?" The little bald head was stunned and said tremblingly.
"This is Gautama Buddha!"
"Patriarch Sakyamuni? How is it possible? Patriarch Sakyamuni passed away ten thousand years ago!" Although the little bald man is young, he is not a fool and he still has basic common sense.
"Although this Buddha's body has transformed, his spirit and soul are still there. This Buddha's body is the body of the Martial Lord. How can it be said that he will transform while seated?"
The little bald man was stunned for a moment. He couldn't believe his ears, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, "You, are you really the Patriarch Sakyamuni?"
"It's up to you whether you believe it or not."
"Little monk, go and call the Buddha!" The little bald man slapped his mouth, patted his butt, stood up, and ran away in a hurry.
"stop!"
The voice in the void stopped the little bald head, who immediately stopped and looked towards the place where the sound came from with a puzzled look on his face.
"I show up this time just to find someone who is destined to me. To inherit my Buddhist dharma mantle, I think you are a good person, so there is no need to alarm others."
"Me? Inherit the mantle?"
The little bald man looked in disbelief. Patriarch Sakyamuni wanted him to inherit his mantle. Patriarch Sakyamuni, he is no longer just a Buddha. He is a Buddha-level figure. Is this smoke rising from his ancestral grave?
The little bald man was only ten years old, and he was at the age where he was easy to fool. He was a little suspicious at first, but then he slowly let down his guard. He thought he was really being fooled by a pie falling from the sky.
"You only need to inherit one-tenth of my power to travel across the twelve continents. It's hard to find an opponent. What's wrong? Young monk, it looks like you don't want to do it?"
"Ah? No, if the disciple is willing, if the disciple is willing, the disciple will win and pay homage to the ancestor." The little bald man came back to his senses and knelt down on the ground with a thud.
At this time, a smile appeared on the corner of Chen Dasheng's mouth, "That's good. I'd like to ask you first, do you know where my relic is?"
"The relic?" The little bald head was stunned, and then said without hesitation, "It is enshrined in the Buddha Bone Pagoda. Patriarch, what are you doing here?"
"Nothing. After I teach you the magical skills, you must find the relics to hide, otherwise the soul will be destroyed and will never be reincarnated. Do you know where the Buddha Bone Pagoda is?" Chen Dasheng asked.
When the little bald man heard that it was so serious, he quickly pointed the direction to Chen Dasheng and said, "There are divine soldiers guarding the Buddha Bone Pagoda. Master and disciples can go to the Buddha and ask him to take out the relics and give them to the master."
"No, only you and I know what happened today, and you are not allowed to tell anyone!" Chen Dasheng said sternly.
"Why, why?" The little bald head was very confused. Since it was the Buddha's apparition, why didn't he want others in the temple to know about it?
"You don't need to know why, you just need to do it. Now, come over here!" Chen Dasheng said.
"ah?"
The little bald man was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses. He knew that the Buddha was going to teach him Qigong. He was very excited. He slowly walked to the big stone and knelt down. If he got the inheritance from the Buddha, how could he?
Haven't you become the disciple of Buddha? Who in this generation can be higher than me?
Just when the little bald head was thinking wildly, a warm big hand pressed on his bald head, and immediately, a powerful force poured down and flowed into his body.
…
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"Grandmaster, are you still there?"
After a while, the little bald man woke up from his trance, looked at the empty surroundings, and couldn't help but call out tentatively.
"woke up?"
The familiar voice came again. The little bald man breathed a sigh of relief and nodded towards the place where the voice came from.
"Now you have to pass on the supreme magical skill of Buddhism, 'Divine Consciousness and Mind Power'. You should practice it well in the future. Remember, you are absolutely not allowed to mention today's matter to anyone, otherwise, I will not let you go." Chen Dasheng
road.
"Yes, I will obey the Buddha's decree!"
The little bald head immediately knelt on the ground. A white ball of light floated in his mind. It was the power of mind that only a high-level Buddhist cultivator could have. The little bald head was extremely excited. There was no doubt that this technique was orthodox in Buddhism.
The Kung Fu is definitely not a side sect, and the Kung Fu has actually been improved to the early stage of Wuzong. At this moment, the little bald head has already determined that this person whose voice he only hears but whose face he cannot see is Sakyamuni Buddha.
"Just remember, I'm leaving soon. Please practice well. Maybe you and I will see each other again in the future," Chen Dasheng said.
"Grandmaster, where are you going? To the Buddha Bone Pagoda?"
"Ancestor? Ancestor?"
No matter how much the little monk shouted, there was no response. He must have left. The little bald man sat cross-legged on the ground, checking the changes in his body, completely forgetting that there was a person who fainted next to him.
This experience was so bizarre. He actually had the chance to meet the Buddha, Sakyamuni, who had already passed away thousands of years ago. It was simply unbelievable. He almost thought he was dreaming.
I don’t know what kind of magical skill it is, but since it was passed down from the ancestor, it must not be much weaker.
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Following the path pointed by the little bald head, Chen Dasheng quietly headed towards the back mountain of Tianling Mountain. The reason why he looked for the little bald head was because he was young and easier to fool. If it were the big bald head, he might not be able to
The rhetoric has long been exposed.
The power of spiritual consciousness and mindfulness** is a tantric Buddhist skill. Buddhism in the three continents of the Buddhist country is all Zen. Of course, there will be no tantric skills spread. This skill can cultivate the supreme mind power of Buddhism and reach the top. Its power cannot be underestimated.
Shhhh, just by pointing the way, he has acquired a magical skill of Buddhism. In this business, the little bald man can make a lot of money.
Perhaps because he felt that the little monk must be victorious, Chen Dasheng did not feel that he was at a loss. If the Buddhist techniques were introduced into Buddhism, it would be regarded as a return to the original source.
Under the cover of the night, a sneaky figure slowly made his way to the back mountain. Fanyin Temple was different from other sects. The temple was full of monks. They had nothing to do. They all meditated and practiced in the house and rarely walked out. In addition,
Chen Dasheng had profound martial arts and excellent lightness skills. He was careful along the way, and no one noticed that there was an uninvited guest in the temple.
There is a locust forest in the back mountain, and a canyon can be seen in front. Through the moonlight, a tower spire is visible in the valley. With a glance of consciousness, there is a high tower in the valley. I guess it must be the destination of this trip. (To be continued...
