The old man walked all the way to the west, and then he saw from a distance a faint golden glow in the wilderness, rushing towards the sky.
When he got close, he could see thousands of soldiers forming a formation and charging.
What blocked their way was not a person, but a forest.
Bodhi tree.
The trees were dense, with thick roots and iron-stemmed branches, blocking out the sky and the sun, surrounding a battalion of officers and soldiers of Chang'an's left leading army guard.
If people want to pass through, there is no place to put their feet.
The soldiers cut down forest trees one after another, but immediately more bodhi trees grew up, always blocking the way of the army.
Outside the forest, there was a monk in gray clothes sitting cross-legged on the ground, clasping his palms together, silently chanting sutras.
The monk's clothes were shabby and he looked young, but his face was weathered and he had traveled a long distance for an unknown amount of time.
The golden glow that the Chen family saw from afar was pouring out of him.
The soldiers of Chang'an who were surrounded by the Bodhi Forest bent their bows and arrows, and then shot out of the forest.
The arrows flew over the Bodhi Forest and then fell towards the young monk.
The monks were just minding their own business and reciting sutras with their eyes closed.
When those arrows fell on top of his head, they seemed to encounter an invisible barrier, and they lost their strength and fell to the ground by themselves.
Then I saw piles of arrows falling on the ground in front of the monk, but he himself was safe and sound.
The monks did not fight back, and the Bodhi Forest only blocked the path of the army, causing no harm to anyone.
But the army was blocked here, unable to move even an inch.
The elders of the Chen family looked at the young monk from afar, thinking to themselves that he was really a Buddhist practitioner.
I have heard before that Buddhist practitioners first cultivate their minds and refine their souls, and then their souls manifest outwardly, affecting the physical body and the external world.
When practice reaches a certain level, all things will be empty, no dust will be attached to it, illusions will be broken through, and no external enemies will invade you.
Although it does not hurt anyone, it is difficult for enemies to hurt him.
Then the arrows landed in front of the young monk and fell to the ground automatically.
The bodhi forest is a means of creating something wonderful out of nothing. It is similar to the Taoist method. The inner soul affects the external world, the precious trees bloom, and something comes out of nothing.
Not very offensive, but more than capable of defending itself.
Now the young monk has arranged the Bodhi Forest, and in turn has surrounded thousands of soldiers, making it difficult to escape.
The elder of the Chen family clenched his five fingers into a fist and walked towards the monk.
He had only heard about Buddhist practitioners, and had never fought face to face. He did not know the details of the other party's Buddhist magical powers, so he was extra vigilant at this moment.
Feeling his gaze, the young monk opened his eyes and turned his head to look over.
The Chen family elder's feet suddenly accelerated, his body flew up, and in one breath, he jumped in front of the opponent less than three feet away.
He raised his hand and punched, which was the ultimate move of Dragon Slaying Fist.
The sharp and fierce aura of iron-blooded fighting struck the monk in front of him in an instant.
Since the beginning of practicing Dragon Slaying Fist, external training has acted on the inside. Everyone in the Chen family has practiced diligently, and their cultivation strength has basically improved.
This Chen family member was originally at the fifth level of cultivation, but after nearly half a year of hard training, he successfully broke through the bottleneck for many years and reached the sixth level of martial arts.
At this moment, with one punch, the air between the two parties was squeezed to both sides.
The young monk seemed a little surprised when faced with such a fierce punch.
Especially the bodhi tree he was blocking in front of him was chopped into pieces by his opponent's punch.
The punch did not stop and continued to hit his head.
The young monk sat still, put his palms together, and chanted the Buddha's name:
"My Buddha is compassionate."
The faint golden glow on his body suddenly condensed into a solid entity and turned into a towering mountain.
This pale golden mountain covered the monk and isolated the opponent's fist.
The Chen clan elder's Dragon-Slaying Fist struck the Jinshan Mountain. The Jinshan Mountain only shook slightly, without even the slightest crack appearing.
On the contrary, he himself was thrown backward by the huge force of the shock.
The old man landed and took a few steps back, regained his footing, and looked at the young monk solemnly.
The monk clasped his hands together and said, "My father-in-law's boxing technique is too fierce and murderous. This poor monk has no choice but to offend me. Please forgive me."
The elder of the Chen clan said in a deep voice: "Who is your master? Why do you want to help the Eastern Tang Dynasty?"
The young monk replied: "The poor monk, whose name is Huiming, traveled far and wide under the orders of his master. When he first arrived here, he saw two armies fighting with many casualties, so he intervened in the hope that both sides would stop fighting."
The Chen family stared at him for a long time.
Many soldiers surrounded by the bodhi forest could not see the scene outside, so they fired arrows again.
These arrows landed on the golden mountain that covered the monks, and all of them were shattered into powder on the spot.
When the Chen clan leader saw this, his eyelids twitched: "I would also like to thank you for showing mercy to our soldiers?"
"The poor monk just hopes that the two sides will stop fighting, and has no intention of helping one party to harm the other."
The young monk said: "The poor monk blocked the way of the army only for a moment. When the people who fled earlier have gone far, the poor monk will no longer block you."
The old man from the Chen clan snorted: "I am incompetent and no match for you. You can say whatever you want!"
The young monk Huiming shook his head gently: "Monks are compassionate. I really have no intention of being an enemy of my father-in-law. I just hope that sentient beings will not commit murderous crimes."
The elder of the Chen family stopped talking and stared at the young monk coldly.
There were disciples of the Chen family who had come with him a long time ago. After seeing him from a distance, they quickly went to report the arrival of more masters from the Chen family.
During the confrontation between the two sides, the arrows of the Chang'an soldiers in the Bodhi Forest were almost exhausted.
After some time, Monk Huiming stood up from the ground.
The bodhi forest that surrounded everyone suddenly withered and gradually shrank.
Thousands of soldiers rushed out of it.
They stepped forward and surrounded the monk. The young monk Huiming calmly saluted everyone and said, "I was offended just now."
After saying that, he flew into the sky and flew away across the crowd.
The elder of the Chen clan was chasing Fei Qi when he suddenly heard a voice from the distance: "Since the young master is here, why bother to leave in a hurry?"
Chen Jiezhi's figure appeared in the distance, and he hit the young monk Huiming with a palm from a distance.
Huiming clasped his palms together and said, "The poor monk has no intention of becoming an enemy to anyone."
The golden light condensed and once again manifested the Buddhist Sumeru Gold Mountain, covering the body of the young monk.
Chen Jiezhi's wind and cloud palm rolled up a fiery storm and bombarded Jinshan.
The golden mountain only shook, but it was not damaged at all.
Monk Huiming was among them, and he clasped his hands and said, "If the benefactor has any resentment in his heart, I am willing to receive a few palms so that the benefactor can vent his anger. I just hope that the benefactor will let other people go and not commit any more sins of murder."
He did not fight back, and only relied on the Xumi Jinshan to resist Chen Jie's palm strike.
Chen Jiezhi said quietly: "The little master has done a good job."
After saying that, he clenched his five fingers into a fist.
It was just a fist fight, but before the move was made, the young monk Huiming felt a chill in his heart.
Sure enough, Chen Jiezhi's next move was no longer the Gale Wind Palm, but the Dragon Slaying Fist just like the old Chen family member.
Moreover, his realm is higher and his boxing skills are more intense.
With one punch, the force of the punch seemed to be able to kill dragons and phoenixes.
Huiming's Sumeru Jinshan received this punch, but it no longer shook.
But amidst the "click" sound, a tiny gap appeared on the Jinshan Mountain.
Chen Jie made a series of punches, and hit the opponent's Jinshan with the Dragon-Slaying Fist continuously.
I saw more and more cracks on the Sumeru Gold Mountain and they continued to expand.
"The donor has such violent punches." The young monk admired sincerely.
But he still didn't fight back.
The young man sat cross-legged in mid-air, clasping his palms together, closing his eyes and silently chanting sutras.
Then I saw golden lotus flowers appearing inside Jinshan Mountain, flying constantly to make up for the damage of Mount Sumeru.
Although the dragon-slaying fist was strong, the opponent's defense was so strong that Chen Jie was unable to break Jinshan for a while. The two sides fell into a stalemate and competed for endurance.
This is not Chen Jiezhi's strong point.
However, he is not in a hurry, and does not need help from fellow clan elders.
After a while, a large number of people and horses approached from the distance and followed Chen Jiezhi.
Young monk Huiming didn't care at first, but when the crowd got closer, he was suddenly startled and opened his eyes.
It's not because there are experts in the opponent's formation.
It was because the army that came with Chen Jie also escorted some prisoners.
These prisoners were all soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, the same group who had been rescued by the young monk Huiming earlier.
He blocked the Chang'an soldiers and horses who were chasing the defeated Tang army, but after these people escaped, they ran into Chen Jiezhi's pocket and ultimately failed to escape.
Seeing this, Huiming sighed: "Those who fight will also be injured. Why do both sides want to kill each other?"
"My young master came to Dongtang for the first time. Since he doesn't know the truth of the matter, he shouldn't get involved," Chen Jiezhi said.
Huiming clasped his palms together and said, "This poor monk is meddling in other people's business. I just hope that fewer people will die."
He looked sad: "The poor monk has indeed arrived at the precious land for the first time, but along the way, he has seen many people displaced by the war, and many people have been killed and injured."
"If it is not broken, it cannot be established."
Chen Jiezhi said: "The Eastern Tang Dynasty was tyrannical, and if they were allowed to continue to rule, the people would only suffer more.
The young master now sees that their casualties are heavy, but he does not know that if they gain power, we will have no way to survive."
"Returning violence to violence is not a good strategy..."
Before Huiming could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Chen Jiezhi: "Now, the young master, isn't he relying on his advanced cultivation to intervene in the war between the two sides?"
He looked at Huiming and said, "Seeking truth from facts, Chen admitted that the young master's cultivation is very strong.
If we continue to fight, my chances of winning will be smaller. If I want to leave, I won't be able to stay.
However, I am not capable enough to mind my own business today!"
Chen Jiezhi said and raised his hand.
The Chang'an soldiers who were guarding the prisoners of the Tang Army immediately raised their swords and pointed them at the prisoners.
"The poor monk has never thought of bullying the weak." Hui Ming said: "I just hope that the donor will have mercy and not commit any murderous crimes."
"Buddhism praises compassion. I heard there is a story that Buddha saved a pigeon and cut the meat to feed the eagle to protect the pigeon so that the eagle would not starve to death."
Chen Jiezhi said coldly: "I wonder, little master, do you really believe in the mercy of Buddha, or are you like Chen and just listen to it as a story?"
Huiming's still childish face revealed a smile: "Monks don't lie. I just hope that the benefactor will also be trustworthy and not lie to a poor monk like a monk."
After saying that, the Sumeru Gold Mountain that enveloped him really slowly dispersed.
Everyone present, including the Tang soldiers who were under the sword, were stunned when they saw this.
"Young Master sacrificed himself to save others, I admire him, I admire him."
Chen Jie looked at the opponent up and down, and waved his hand one last time: "Take it!"