182. Different ways of doing things (the 4th monthly ticket)
"impossible."
The old monk shook his head: "Everyone in the world is in a sea of suffering, and only I, the Buddha, can cross it."
The young monk Huiming came to the other party: "But the master of Lingguang Temple?"
"Lao Na Dharma Heart is indeed a disciple of Lingguang Temple." The old monk asked: "Are you a disciple of Bodhi Temple or Zhongyue Temple?"
Monk Huiming clasped his palms together: "In terms of origin, the disciple comes from Zhongyue Temple, but he is not a disciple of Zhongyue Temple."
The old monk Fa Xin looked him up and down: "No wonder he became a heretic. It's just a pity that he has good qualifications and his pearls are covered in dust."
"I don't dare to be a poor monk." Hui Ming said.
"I want to save the people here, how will you treat me?" asked the old monk Fa Xin.
Huiming shook his head: "Under the rule of the Lord of Chang'an City, the people live and work in peace and contentment. Although I dare not say that they have reached the other side, at least they have escaped from the sea of suffering."
"That's nonsense."
The old monk Fa Xin said: "If you are not on the other side, you are in the sea of suffering. Only by following the guidance of my Buddha can you cross the world to the other side. The rest are evil demons and heretics who can only use their sounds, lust, dogs and horses, and charming eyes to make people fall into hell forever!"
"Buddha is in everyone's heart, and everyone can become a Buddha." Monk Huiming shook his head: "We have different paths and we do not want to work together. I have no intention of arguing with the Master. I just want to ask the Master to leave this place."
"You are worse than the heretics of Zhongyue Temple. You have already entered the evil way at a young age."
The old monk Fa Xin was not angry, but looked at Huiming with deep regret:
"If you don't save the people from suffering, you will prevent me from helping them, and you will just sit back and watch them sink deeper and deeper."
"My Buddha is not your Buddha, Dharma Master, please." Huiming made a "please" gesture.
Old monk Fa Xin looked at the people in the city and nodded.
He and Huiming went out of the city together.
The young monk followed all the way outside the city, and then heard his master say: "Stop, don't get close, and pay attention to yourself."
"Yes, Master." The young monk stopped obediently.
In the distance, old monk Faxin and Huiming stopped when they reached a place far enough away from the city.
The two of them performed the same movement, putting their palms together in a salute.
And as they put their hands together, the air between the two suddenly stirred up a burst of dust.
"You take action." Old monk Faxin said.
"Being respectful is worse than obeying orders. Please forgive me for being rude." Young monk Huiming did not refuse and raised his hand to make a fist.
As soon as he punched out, it was like a Mount Sumeru rushing towards the old monk Fa Xin.
The old monk Fa Xin stood still and did not move.
Roads of golden light emerged, surrounding him and forming a Sumeru Mountain.
Taller and more majestic than Huiming's!
Two Mount Sumeru are colliding together.
Huiming's punch had no effect, and instead he took a step back.
A crack appeared on Mount Sumeru of the old monk Faxin, and it was shaking in place.
But his body remained motionless, and the cracks on Mount Sumeru quickly disappeared and became intact again.
"The cultivation is very solid, rare, rare." Fa Xin's eyes became more regretful: "It's a pity, it's a pity."
"Please ask the Master for advice." Huiming's expression remained unchanged and he raised both fists.
The opening and closing of his fists seemed to form a handprint.
When the old monk Faxin saw this handprint, he was slightly startled.
The Sumeru Gold Mountain he was protecting was immediately filled with cracks after receiving Huiming's punch!
The powerful force made his body shake.
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
Monk Faxin chanted the Buddha's name, and the Sumeru Gold Mountain that enveloped him suddenly disappeared.
Roads of golden light filled the air, seemingly turning into light mist.
Faintly visible in the mist, it seems like there are flowers falling from the sky, and there are lotuses growing on the ground.
Huiming's fist seal could hit the opponent's Sumeru mountain, but it could not break through the golden mist.
The mist is like clouds and is impermanent, dissolving Huiming's fist seal that shattered Mount Sumeru into the invisible.
Huiming was not surprised.
The reason why he struck first as the old monk Faxin said was because he knew that the opponent in front of him had reached the eighth realm of Buddhism, the realm of impermanence.
The seventh state of Buddha Armor is called Sumeru. The will transforms into Mount Sumeru, with infinite thoughts and infinite power.
In actual combat, Mount Sumeru is manifested, integrating offense and defense, and is powerful in defense. When used to attack, it is fierce and powerful, with infinite power.
As for the eighth state, impermanence, Sumeru turns into mustard seeds, impermanence of mind, and impermanence of concentration. Between changes, it cannot be restrained by the opponent, or it can restrain the opponent.
At this time, the old monk Fa Xin used the secret of impermanence, which seemed to be gentle, but it dissolved Huiming's huge power.
"You are only at the seventh level of cultivation, and you can actually use Sumeru Demon Subduing Fist to manifest some of the mysteries of the Immovable Fundamental Seal." The old monk Fa Xin had no expression on his face. Instead, he sighed: "In terms of talent, you can compare with the little one.
Compared with my disciples, I am even better than I. Unfortunately, you have fallen into the wrong path. If you follow the right path, your future will be limitless!"
Hui Ming said: "The master has given me the award."
During these days in Chang'an City, he observed various phenomena in the human world and gained insights into Buddhism, which was why he had this punch that impressed the old monk Fa Xin.
However, unable to break through the opponent's impermanence, Huiming retracted his fists and used fist seals to protect himself.
Because he knew that the old monk Faxin was going to fight back.
Sure enough, the mist in front of his eyes swept towards him in turn.
Monk Huiming used the Sumeru Demon Subduing Fist to manifest the Immovable Root Seal.
But the soft light mist still came to him through Huiming's fist seal.
A bodhi tree extended out from the light mist, and then a branch pointed directly at Huiming's eyebrows.
Huiming had no choice but to retreat.
But the bodhi tree branch stretched infinitely, constantly approaching Huiming's eyebrows.
In the past, Huiming was able to deal with Yun Mo, a martial arts master who fought against the eighth realm, with his superior and exquisite inheritance.
But now, he was facing the old monk Fa Xin who had learned all his knowledge from Lingguang Temple and was not inferior to him at all.
At this time, it shows the embarrassment of being pressured to death by a higher level.
The wisdom and talent are extraordinary, and the skill and mind of the Dharma are better than others in the same realm.
It's a pity that to some extent, "impermanence" is restraining "Xumi".
Therefore, it is difficult for Huiming to lose his temper when facing the old monk Fa Xin.
The old monk Fa Xin firmly had the upper hand, forcing Huiming to retreat repeatedly.
Fortunately, at this moment, a dragon roar came from the distance, and half of the sky suddenly became hot.
"Master, Purple Sun Jiao!" the young monk shouted.
"It's not the Purple Sun Jiao, but a demon who practices the transformation of the Purple Sun Jiao."
The old monk Fa Xin still looked at Huiming: "No wonder you are so stubborn. It turns out you are hanging out with a group of demons."
"You old thief, Bald, dare to run wild on the streets of Chang'an?" A purple sun set in the sky.
In the blazing sun, a purple dragon stretched its body, and the purple flames like rain fell overwhelmingly towards the old monk Fa Xin.
The old monk raised his hand to the sky and raised his index finger.
The tip of his index finger seemed to turn into a blue lamp.
A little light emits thousands of rays of light, shrouding the surroundings in brilliance.
Under the shining light of the Buddhist Dharma, the needle-like purple flames were all shattered by the spiritual light and exploded in mid-air.
The rays of spiritual light even tore apart the sea of purple flames and illuminated the purple sun dragon itself in mid-air.
Zi Ri Jiao was shocked and quickly moved away.
In a rage, he spit out streaks of purple flames, turned into fire wheels in mid-air, and hit his opponent head-on.
But the old monk Fa Xin still used a move to shine with spiritual light, shining everywhere and shattering the purple fire wheel.
At the same time, Ling Guang continued to attack the Purple Sun Jiao.
The old monk, with his spiritual light shining all over him and his Bodhisattva wisdom at the same time, used one against two to suppress Huiming and Ziri Laomo.
The Purple Sun Jiao kept roaring angrily, and Monk Huiming said nothing, but he was all suppressed by the old monk Faxin.
However, at this moment, the old monk's expression suddenly became serious and he looked up into the sky.
The clouds there were suddenly stained with blood.
An old man in blood-clothed clothes slowly fell down and looked coldly at the old monk Fa Xin.
"Are you the Lord of Chang'an City?" Old monk Fa Xin looked solemn.
"How dare you alarm my Majesty?"
The visitor was none other than the old demon Xue Ying. He looked down at the old monk Fa Xin, his eyes becoming colder and colder: "If you dare to invade Chang'an, you will never leave this place alive today."
"It is not a pity for me to die, but I must save thousands of living beings here from the sea of suffering and from the harm of demons like you!" the old monk Fa Xin said solemnly.
Huiming sighed at the side: "Master, you are the demon practitioner in Chang'an who is restrained and restrained by your Majesty. He never hurts anyone."
"It's just a false appearance to deceive the world, and the fangs are just temporarily hidden." The old monk Faxin was unmoved.
The old demon of blood shadow above snorted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, little monk, just capture him!"
As he spoke, the old devil turned into a blood phoenix, raining blood from above.
The old monk Fa Xin used the light of the Impermanent Buddha to cover the top.
The blood rain falls on the light mist, and it is indeed impossible to continue downward.
But the rain of blood condensed and never dispersed, and was not wiped away by the mist of light.
The face of the old monk Faxin changed, and he saw hundreds of blood threads extending from the blood phoenix in the sky and falling down, blending with the blood-red raindrops in the light mist.
Then, as if they were alive, thousands of blood threads kept drilling downward, trying to pass through the light mist.
The impermanent light mist of the old monk Fa Xin kept changing, trying to dissolve the bloodshot threads, but it had no effect.
He raised his finger a little again, and the spiritual light shone in all directions.
Thousands of spiritual lights, like sharp blades, cut off the blood threads.
However, the broken blood thread did not dissipate, but was reconnected with the blood phoenix wings.
So the more the aura was cut, the more bloodshot it became.
The old monk Fa Xin had no choice but to use the bodhi tree branch to push back Huiming and the old demon Ziri. Then the bodhi tree branch went up and the top pointed towards the head of the Blood Phoenix.
The blood phoenix hung in mid-air, refusing to dodge or dodge, allowing the bodhi branch to pierce its head.
Like bleeding, a large amount of blood flowed out of the Blood Phoenix's head.
But the dirty blood did not scatter. Instead, it spread along the bodhi tree branch and slid down like a living thing.
The target is directly at the old monk Faxin himself.
The old monk's expression became more and more serious, and he made a prompt decision and took the initiative to break the bodhi tree branch.
The blood no longer spreads downward, but rises upward.
Swallow the bodhi tree branch and take back all the blood phoenix heads with the opponent.
All the blood and water were recovered, and Phoenix's head returned to its original shape, as if it had never been injured.
His wings vibrated a few times, and then he saw a bodhi tree branch, broken into several pieces, spliced together, and turned into a claw of the blood phoenix.