Juehui looked at Li Chen's back in astonishment. He had thought of thousands of ways for the two of them to interact for the first time. The most likely one was that the other party was moved by his Buddhist teachings and even directly entered Buddhism.
That would also make a good story.
But Juehui never expected that before he could even begin to demonstrate the Buddhist principles he had argued against Northern Shaolin's invincible opponents, he would be interrupted by Li Chen in such a rude and arrogant way.
Looking at that look and listening to that tone, it was as if he was chasing away an annoying fly.
Juehui's calm and unruffled Buddha mind was slightly agitated.
This kind of agitation is called anger.
"Donor, please stay!"
Juehui shouted loudly and took a step forward.
Just this step made Xu Wei and the surrounding Jin Yiwei suddenly nervous.
Xu Wei immediately stopped in front of Juehui and said expressionlessly: "Bald donkey, are you looking for death?"
Juehui ignored Xu Wei and just said loudly to Li Chen: "Donor, I see that you are destined to be a Buddhist, can you please stay? I have a great fortune to give to the donor."
Li Chen really stopped after hearing this.
He turned to look at Jue Hui and said with a half-smile: "What great fortune? The most precious thing in your Buddhism is the Sutra Pavilion. It contains all the Buddhist scriptures and secret books for thousands of years. Could it be that you want to give the Sutra Pavilion to
I?"
What Li Chen said was a complete joke.
But he didn't want to, and Juehui immediately said: "If the donor allows it, what's the problem with allowing the donor to come in and out of the Sutra Pavilion?"
"oh?"
Li Chen said with great interest: "Then tell me what you want me to allow, so that you are willing to let me in and out of the Sutra Pavilion."
Juehui clasped his hands together and bowed to Li Chen. His face was full of Buddha's light and kindness. He solemnly said: "Almsgiver, I see that this poor monk has excellent spirituality and the most wisdom. If you are willing to enter my Buddhist door, you may be able to do so."
Being transcendent and attaining the Tao is not a delusion..."
Before Juehui finished speaking, others were already furious.
Everyone can hear that Juehui means to persuade Li Chen to become a monk.
Xu Wei was furious and said: "You are so bold, how dare you say such arrogant words!"
There was an emperor in the previous dynasty. Not many years after he ascended the throne, he was bewitched by a bunch of bald donkeys to become a monk. In order to become a monk, he didn't even want the throne. He passed the throne to his son who was only seven or eight years old. At least he didn't cause the collapse of the country.
.
After such an incident, subsequent emperors and royal families became extremely wary of the two major religions, Buddhism and Taoism.
After all, if they really kidnapped the emperor of this dynasty, it would be a big deal like the world falling apart.
After Xu Wei roared angrily, he immediately drew out the long knife from his waist and slashed at Juehui.
As soon as the long sword was unsheathed, there was a clanging sound, and the fierce sword energy, accompanied by the light of the sword that was like silver light, completely enveloped Jue Hui.
Xu Wei's kung fu is obviously very good, and because of his background, his sword skills are not so delicate and delicate, nor good-looking, but what he emphasizes is a big opening and closing, and the killing move is a move that goes straight to the person's life.
Juehui was shrouded in the light of the sword over there, with a Maitreya-like smile on his face. He just raised his hand lightly, only to hear a choking sound, and the light of the sword suddenly disappeared.
A stream of cremation burst out from the point where the blade touched the alms bowl in Jue Hui's hand. However, the blade opened a gash, but the alms bowl remained motionless and intact.
Xu Wei was so shocked that his jaw was torn apart, and he stumbled back a few steps. The arm holding the knife dropped, and blood flowed from the split jaw, flowing along the handle to the back of the knife, leaving a shocking blood mark on the bright blade, and then
It dripped down the tip of the knife onto the yellow sand, dotted with a little bright red blood.
