In the eyes of a compassionate master, there is infinite compassion.
When he was young, he practiced Buddhist martial arts hard. At that time, he once imagined that one day he might meet a powerful enemy.
The powerful enemy was eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a round waist, and was proficient in martial arts. He held a stick that was thicker and heavier than his refined iron demon-suppressing stick, and relied on his advanced martial arts skills to pin him to the ground.
But the compassionate master at that time never thought about it.
One day, he will really meet a powerful enemy.
That powerful enemy has no martial arts skills at all.
There is only a stick that is small and exquisite, looks harmless to humans and animals, but is flashing with electric light and crackling.
"I lost to him, not to him, but to the times."
"Amitabha."
The compassionate master sighed and chanted the sutra again.
It seems that only in this way can the sadness in my heart be diluted.
As if touched by this sad atmosphere, the Confucian scholar beside him sighed, as if he had also recalled something.
"On that day, I will discern the Dharma with others."
"You also know that I claim to know everything. Although I cannot know everything, I have read a lot of books."
"I understand all the principles of life and the principles of heaven and earth."
"But...he asked me how to prove d?x/dt?=(-d?t/dx?)/(dt/dx)^3?"
"I...well, let's not mention it! Forget it, the most unacceptable thing to me is that he answered all the questions I asked accurately. I thought I met a hermit and a great scholar, but I didn't expect that there was something like this
It’s called Baidu!”
"What a pity, what a pity."
Mo Zhi sighed, put down the book in his hand, took out a mobile phone from his arms and started playing with it.
Lin Fan: "..."
This kid is also a miserable person!
Dao Wanqian, this old man, seemed to have a strange hobby of exposing other people's shortcomings. He turned around and looked at the heir of the Mo family, Gong Shuming, who was still playing with birds next to him and was wearing a black Chinese tunic suit.
"Don't look at him having fun playing with birds now."
"Oh, once upon a time, Momen was so glorious."
"My ancestor, Gongshu Ban, created the art of flying birds. He carved wooden birds that could ride on the wind, attracting the attention of the world, and making them look like gods."
"There is also the art of a wooden horse. There is a mechanism hidden in the wooden horse. You can ride it and travel thousands of miles in a day."
"But now..." Dao Wanqian looked at Gong Shuming, "I heard that you had a race with an airplane last time. What was the result?"
Gongshu Ming teased the bird's fingers, trembling slightly.
For a long time, Gongshu Ming suppressed his blush and replied with two words: "It's okay."
"How exactly?" Dao Wanqian looked at Gong Shuming with a smile.
"Before I even took off, I was knocked down by the airflow from the plane..." Gongshu Ming's face turned red, but he still refused to admit defeat and said, "But it can't be said that my Mo family bird can't compete with the plane. It's just that
...It's just...it's just that that plane was despicable and actually sprayed me with airflow!"
"Come on, you can feel the exhaust from the beginning." Dao Wanqian sneered, "otherwise you wouldn't even be able to see the butt of the plane."
"No, no..." Gongshu Ming shook his head and wanted to refute, but he didn't utter another word for a long time.
"Okay." Dao Wanqian waved his hand and looked around everyone, "Actually, everyone knows what we are like now. There is no need to hide it."
"And you."
Dao Wanqian looked at Lin Fan with complicated eyes: "Do you know what situation we are in now?"
"If it had been done earlier, maybe we could have helped you in some way."
"but now."
"Times have changed."
"It's just like our Taoist sect used to have flying messages to deliver messages. In fact, that was an exaggeration. It was just some specialized Taoist priests who raised carrier pigeons to help people deliver messages. But even so, the speed of message transmission was still unbelievable in the early days, and the message was transmitted as miraculously."
"But now." Dao Wanqian carefully took out a mobile phone from his arms and said in a deep voice: "This is called the magic weapon of the mobile phone. Just press it a few times and it will be a real flying voice message. There is even a magic weapon in it.
There is a young lady dancing...ahem."
"Anyway."
"We are not experts now, we are just people abandoned by the times."
"Unparalleled fist power? Can you compete with artillery?"
"Excellent swordsmanship? Can you fight with Gatling?"
"What other ink invisibility method is there? What's the Starfall Slash called Starfall Flash... Isn't a sniper simpler and more efficient than it?"
"The so-called Mr. Mo Zhizhi, can you compare your knowledge with Baidu?"
"There is also an iron rod for subduing demons. Aren't you still being electrocuted?"
"so."
"Martial arts in this era is no longer a killing technique. It is at best a technique for strengthening the body."
"There's really nothing we can do to help you."
"What's more, your opponent is still a god. Even if we want to help you, it's just manpower," Dao Wanqian sighed. "To ask for our help, you might as well find a few more bulldozers and hydraulic presses. They are stronger than us."
the power of."
Others were also speechless.
The Xingye who looked careless before now also lowered his head and clenched his fists.
Why don't they want to help Daxia?
Can.
Times have changed!
In this era of rapid technology and magic wands, what else can these martial arts families and sects do to help Daxia?
Planes, high-speed trains, tanks, artillery.
Hydraulic press, bulldozer.
These are not faster than them, not more lethal than them, not more powerful than them?
Human power has long been crushed by modern technology.
How can we fight against gods?
With modern technology so advanced, can their martial arts still be put to use?
And looked at the sad and silent people.
Lin Fan also understood.
It's not that these guys don't want to contribute to Daxia, but they feel that they have no ability to help Daxia!
I don’t even think that I can fight against gods with human martial arts!
this moment.
Lin Fan suddenly understood why in the previous life, Xingye shouted at the top of his lungs, "If you give me another five years, even if you are a god, how can you even enter my country?"
because.
At this time, they have not yet realized how powerful they will be in the near future!
And wait until they realize it.
God has arrived!
And they are still unprepared!
Therefore, these guilty guys will cherish time so much in the future and fight for Daxia every moment.
For a while.
"Hahaha."
"interesting."
Looking at the gloomy crowd, Lin Fan suddenly laughed.
This laughter was particularly abrupt.
It doesn't fit in with the atmosphere.
This laughter is like a handful of salt, sprinkled on the wounds that everyone is feeling depressed and depressed.
"What?" Wang Hu, the brawny man with the most fiery temper, stood up first and punched the table. "Are you also laughing at us guys with simple minds and well-developed limbs, who have been abandoned by the times?"
"Haha." Lin Fan looked at Wang Hu and said with a smile, "I'm not laughing at you for being abandoned by the times."
"But I am laughing at you. You have no idea how powerful you will become and how awesome your martial arts are!"
"What do you mean?" Wang Hu frowned, "Do you, a guy who has never practiced, know better than us..."
Lin Fan ignored Wang Hu and pointed at the solid and heavy mahogany table in front of him!
"Click!"
The next moment, Wang Hu's voice stopped suddenly, his eyes widened, and he looked at Lin Fan suddenly!
