The temple buildings stretch out and occupy most of Taihe Mountain.
As the sect of southern martial arts, the Great Buddha Temple has always been prosperous with incense. The smell of burning sandalwood and sesame oil lingers inside and outside the majestic Mahavira Hall.
In the back mountain, inside the monks' dormitory where tourists are not allowed to enter.
A young novice monk gingerly held a tray with some plain cakes on it and entered a Zen room: "Master, great uncle, Jingshan is here to deliver the meal!"
"Come in."
In the Zen room, there was only an old monk with white beard and white eyebrows, skinny as a stick, with nine ring scars on his head.
He was sitting cross-legged and meditating. He reluctantly opened his eyes, looked at Jingshan, and smiled: "Why isn't it Jingyuan?"
"To my great uncle, Master Sacred Heart, Senior Brother Jingyuan has been ill for the past two days, so I am here to serve my great uncle."
Zen Master Jingshan Jian Shengxin had a gentle and kind face. All the previous fears disappeared instantly, and he even vaguely felt that the rumors were not reliable.
This great uncle is obviously a very kind person!
"Okay, but I don't like to eat much these days, so you can just eat these."
Zen Master Shengxin smiled and pointed at his basic points: "You should be a monk in this temple, and you have traces of practicing Arhat Boxing on your body. To practice this set of boxing, you need to chop wood and carry water every day, and polish your muscles and bones. Over time, your shoulders and elbows will
It will definitely leave traces everywhere.”
"Uncle Master, his eyes are as bright as a torch!" Jingshan swallowed, took a piece of snack and stuffed it into his mouth.
As a holy monk of the Great Buddha Temple, the meals of Zen Master Shengxin are naturally unparalleled by ordinary novice monks. They are carefully prepared by chefs, are rich in nutrients, and are full of color and flavor. For young novice monks, they are even more tempting.
"Don't be in a hurry, eat slowly."
The Sacred Heart's eyes were warm, and he looked at the little novice monk kindly, and continued: "Your Arhat Boxing is already three-thirds strong, but if you want to achieve something, you must not let go of your daily meditating and chanting sutras. Recite the Vajra Prajna Sutra more often."
", it will be of great benefit to your future meditation practice. I think your qualifications are not bad. If you persevere, you may be able to enter the state of formless concentration before the age of thirty."
At this point, Zen Master Shengxin sighed again: "After all, the formless concentration is just the ultimate higher level of Arhat concentration for mortals, Bodhisattva concentration and even Buddha concentration. In the end, it is just a futile dream, an empty dream!"
Jingshan didn't know what verse the Zen master was talking about, but it was always good to nod.
He carefully finished the snack, bowed again, then said goodbye and left, gently closing the door of the meditation room.
Zen Master Sacred Heart clasped his hands together and silently recited scriptures.
Half an hour later, his hands suddenly formed a seal. The first was the fearless lion seal, symbolizing the majesty and power of the Buddha.
Buddhism pays great attention to Mahamudra, believing that one can communicate with the soul through mudra and eventually become a Buddha through practice.
In the hands of Zen Master Sacred Heart, various mudras representing the supreme achievements of the Great Buddha Temple appeared one after another as if they were picked at random.
In the end, he only condensed one handprint. This handprint was like a treasure vase, with a sense of perfection.
Aquarius Seal!
This is the final form of the Aquarius' Perfect Heart-Lock Seal!
Back then, Zen Master Sacred Heart used the peerless magical power of the Dacheng realm to imprison an extremely terrifying and complete strange thing in his own 'heart'.
With such cultivation, he was respected as the ‘Grand Master’!
But he has lived until now, and after all, he has reached the limit of a mortal's lifespan.
The door of the Zen room was opened again, and a monk wearing a bright red demon-conquering cassock walked in and bowed first: "Uncle Sacred Heart!"
"Master nephew, how are you preparing for everything?"
Zen Master Shengxin raised his head and looked at the abbot of the Great Buddhist Temple.
"The Tianwang Bureau has sent people to watch the ceremony. The nephew has registered as ordinary pilgrims and arranged for them to live in the wing."
"Every invitation has been sent out, and most of the southern fists have responded. Many masters of Tongbei Fist, Five Elements Fist, and Iron Wire Fist have already arrived."
The middle-aged host 'Mingxuan' clasped his hands and said, "Even if something goes wrong during the initiation ceremony, it will be enough to suppress it."
"Amitabha Buddha can pass away, but the imprisoned demons cannot be released into the human world."
Zen Master Shengxin loudly announced the name of the Buddha.
The so-called "initiation" is a unique ritual of Buddhism, which means inheritance, transmission of skills, transfer of power, etc.
But this time, it's obviously different.
The devil is a Buddhist saying, but it is actually weird!
As for Zen Master Sacred Heart's initiation, he naturally wanted to select a monk with superb Buddhist teachings and profound spiritual practice to seal the ghost on his behalf!
"Uncle, please rest assured. This time, our temple invited Tianwang Bureau and a group of martial arts colleagues to watch the ceremony, in order to eliminate the danger. Ming Yin, junior brother, was less than thirty years old, and he had achieved colorless concentration and practiced the locking seal to a small age. If you reach the realm, you should not give the demon a chance to escape. Even if Ming Xuan and Ming De are not successful, Ming Xuan and Ming De will be prepared. Coupled with the magical weapons passed down by this temple, nothing big will happen."
Host Mingxuan comforted him.
"In this way, I can go away with peace of mind. Zen Master Sacred Heart closed his eyes with a smile on his face, as bright as a great enlightened person.
"Then, nephew, I'll take my leave." Seeing this, Ming Xuan couldn't help but feel relieved and was about to leave.
"Master nephew, wait a minute!" At this moment, all kinds of hesitations, struggles, and hesitations appeared on Zen Master Shengxin's face, but he still said firmly: "Throughout the ages, the only option is death. When trouble comes, I am always unwilling to give in. Before, I have tried to practice Kurong Meditation, hoping to advance to the Arhat Meditation realm, absorb the power of the devil, and extend my life!"
"What?"
Mingxuan was startled.
Kurong Meditation is a secret secret from the Great Buddha Temple, an extremely weird mystical skill!
This technique combines Zen and martial arts, and only masters can try to practice it. It has completely surpassed the "formless concentration state" of ordinary people, and is an Arhat concentration!
It is rumored that those who have achieved cultivation can in turn absorb strange powers, and even extend their lifespan and become a living Arhat!
"Withering meditation, the body is divided into two parts, one withered and one with glory, one good and one evil." A string of golden beads appeared in Mingxuan's hand, spinning rapidly, emitting golden light: "Uncle Master is a good body, and he realizes that this method is difficult to succeed. I don’t want the lives of this temple to be ruined, so I tell you the secret, but I don’t know where your evil body has gone?”
By the end of the sentence, Mingxuan had roared like a lion and issued a warning!
According to scripture records, the evil body cultivated in the ‘Kurong Meditation’ is not human at all, but closer to the evil!
If the practitioner's good body can suppress the evil body with supreme wisdom and supreme concentration, he will naturally be able to completely suppress the strange body, and even absorb the power of the strange in turn, and possess supreme magic power.
But if the evil body has the upper hand, it will be the most complete and strange resurrection!
Even more terrifying than the strange resurgence, because the evil body possesses human intelligence and is not the kind of weird that acts according to certain rules!
Seeing that Zen Master Sacred Heart is like this, it is natural that he has gone too far in cultivating Kurong Meditation!
"Didn't the host just see my evil body?"
Zen Master Shengxin smiled strangely.
The next moment, a small palm directly penetrated the golden light of the Buddha string, penetrated deep into the abdomen of the host Mingxuan from behind, and grabbed half of his face from it!
Mingxuan can serve as the abbot of the Great Buddhist Temple, so he is naturally a master, and he has also perfectly imprisoned a weirdo!
But at this moment, this strange half of the face seemed to be dead, being grasped by a small hand.
In the supernatural confrontation, Mingxuan is in a completely defeated situation!
There was blood from the corner of his mouth, and he reluctantly turned around, only to see the innocent Jingshan sucking his finger!
"In the past, the Buddha cut off his flesh and fed it to the eagles. Now those who eat my flesh are all my demons!"
Zen Master Shengxin showed mercy and broke one of his fingers.
Jingshan caught the finger and threw it to half of his face.
The weird half-faced man chewed his fingers and suddenly opened his eyes!
It has been completely suppressed by Zen Master Sacred Heart's weirdness and has become a vassal of the other party!
Host Ming Xuan took his last breath, with a hint of unwillingness in his gray eyes.
He suddenly thought that the trick sealed by Zen Master Sacred Heart had extremely terrifying abilities.
In the Zen room, more chewing sounds sounded
The Great Buddhist Temple becomes even quieter at night.
a few days later
Before the initiation ceremony.
"Master, are you really okay?"
Xu Yuan followed Aaron to the gate of the Great Buddha Temple and looked at his master with worry on his face.
My master's spiritual realm has not been broken through, but he has sealed a strange creature and is in a very dangerous state.
Aaron rolled his eyes: "I have a strong body and can fight another eight hundred times."
"Yes, you are so powerful."
Thinking of his master's performance along the way, Xu Yuan expressed doubts about his guess.
Master, it doesn't look like he has only a few months to live.
Or have you given up on yourself?
Aaron walked forward on his own and came to the main entrance of the Great Buddha Temple.
"Amitabha, these two donors, our temple is closed today. Those who bought tickets can refund their tickets online."
Two rows of monks holding sticks were guarding each layer. A Zhike monk stepped forward and saluted.
"Ahem. I, Fang Yu, came here to pay my respects to the mountain!"
Aaron took out a gold-gilt invitation.
Zhike Monk looked at it, and a look of surprise appeared on his face: "It turns out to be Senior Fang Yu of White Bird Fist, please!"
Xu Yuan followed Aaron and was invited to a side hall.
In the hall, there are two rows of Taishi chairs made of red sandalwood.
Sitting on the chair were boxers from all branches of the South.
The youngest of these boxers was in his forties, and none of them liked modern decorations. They wore Chinese tunic suits or long robes and mandarin jackets, and drank tea from teapots. Behind them stood a few disciples who came to see the world.
"Old boxer Shiratori Fang has arrived!"
Following Zhike Monk's roll call, a series of eyes swept over.
What surprised Xu Yuan was that many old boxers seemed to know their masters, with various expressions of anger, jealousy, and hatred on their faces.
'Could it be that my White Bird Fist still has a period of glory in the master's hands? Are these master's enemies all defeated by his subordinates?'
A guess emerged in Xu Yuan's mind, and immediately his ears twitched, and some secret conversations came from:
"That's Fang Yu?"
"This kid was very romantic back then, and he was chased and killed countless times by various channels for his love of women. In the end, he was still alive and kicking, but instead he was angry to death. He even killed several old boxers, which is also an unusual number."
"Yes, who doesn't know that the senior and junior sisters from various sects are the forbidden wives of the senior brother and junior brother? He is an outsider and he is an outsider. He actually picked the hearts of others so easily. I am so angry!"
"If he hadn't gone into seclusion early, I'm afraid he would have been beaten to death!"
"Ying'er, go tell your fellow sisters to stay away from that old guy, and his apprentice is probably not a good person either. If you don't want your fiancée to run away with someone, give me some snacks!"
'Master, when you were young, how many true martial artists did you influence?'
The corners of Xu Yuan's mouth twitched a little.
Of course, these are small sections.
What really made his hair stand on end was the look from the top on the right.
He was a middle-aged tuberculosis man with a pale face who seemed to be dying at any moment. He would cough twice from time to time.
But looking at the man and woman following him, they were very powerful, with traces of Tongbei Fist on their bodies.
"Old boxer Fang, your disciple is really better than his master!"
At this time, the consumptive man spoke.
"Haha. Grandmaster Liu is so complimentary."
Aaron answered unceremoniously: "I have been hopeless as a master all my life, but Lin Lao, my apprentice, has made a breakthrough. I can really comfort my ancestors. I wonder how my aunt is doing now? How is her health?"
"Ahem."
The tuberculosis man seemed unable to breathe and began to cough violently.
Aaron took the opportunity to pick a corner chair and sit on it. He crossed his legs and drank tea. He said to Xu Yuan: "Disciple, that tuberculosis ghost is the current head of the Liu family - Liu Yihang! It is said that his boxing skills are unlimited.
You have to be careful when approaching the Grand Master."
"I see."
Xu Yuan's heart couldn't help but mention it.
At this time, Liu Yihang finally calmed down. He didn't want to look at Fang Yu, the cheater, and turned to Xu Yuan: "Are you the Xu Yuan who killed Liu Qing and Liu Bai?"
"That's right!"
Xu Yuan came out of the queue, met many eyes, and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "What does the Master of the Liu family want?"
"Ahem. Of course I want peace to be the most important thing." Liu Yihang coughed and breathed for a while after saying a word: "After all, every time our grandmaster fights for life and death, he is wasting his life. In this world, there are still
Is there anything more precious than life? I asked my friend Zombie Quanyan to pass on the advice, what do you think?"
"Yan Wuxu once wanted to vouch for the Liu family, but he was already dead."
Xu Yuan narrowed his eyes: "On the day I became a master, my master told me that the way of martial arts lies horizontally and vertically. The winner stands and the loser lies down. Boxing is power and everything is
So simple. After this Dharma conference, I will go to the Liu family to visit in person! The previous grudges must be settled!"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the boxers around him changed slightly.
According to the rules of the world, for such a challenge, either Xu Yuan will completely conquer the Liu family and avoid him whenever he meets him, or else he will lose his life there!
"You are indeed young and frivolous! My Liu family is waiting for you!"
Liu Yihang cupped his fists and saluted.
At this time, another group of people was invited into the hall, and it was Zhuge Shan, followed by Su Bingbing who was holding a red tassel gun!
After the people from the Tianwang Bureau also took their seats, a middle-aged monk wearing a bright red cassock came out: "Amitabha, Mingxuan welcomes you all to come to this temple and participate in the initiation ceremony of Uncle Sacred Heart."