Under the illumination of the setting sun, the entire ancient temple looked like a silhouette floating on the floating clouds, looking extremely silent and solemn.
Yang Xiaokang stepped forward slowly, and while ringing the door knocker, he found that the bells in the temple were also ringing, like an ancient mantra, ringing slowly, the sound was deep and mysterious, as if it could cleanse people's souls.
Immediately, a young novice came to open the door and said politely but coldly:
"Donor, the time for weddings in this temple is on the first and fifteenth day of each month. No visitors will be seen during the rest of the time."
After saying that, he didn't respond at all and wanted to close the door directly.
Yang Xiaokang smiled faintly and stretched out his hand to hold the door knocker. The young novice suddenly realized that the door seemed to be heavy and could not be closed at all.
Yang Xiaokang didn't say much. He just waved his sleeves and drove in. The little novice stumbled away and started shouting:
"Donor, don't push in!"
When Yang Xiaokang, the uninvited guest, arrived in front of the main hall of the temple, two monks in gray clothes who heard the shouts had already rushed out. One of the middle-aged monks, with a face as heavy as water, put one palm up on his chest and said coldly:
"Donor, you have crossed the line."
Yang Xiaokang said calmly:
"Where is the boundary?"
The middle-aged monk didn't say much, and aimed a palm at Yang Xiaokang's face and pressed him over.
In terms of moves, this palm is really ordinary and nothing remarkable. However! The distance between the middle-aged monk and Yang Xiaokang is more than four meters!
This can only mean one thing, the middle-aged monk actually uses the Splitting Air Palm which is the most difficult and even more difficult to practice well.
This palm technique consumes a lot of internal energy, and its power is very small at the beginning.
How small can it be? It can be so small that it can be blown out by the wind of your palm from a foot away.
Therefore, there are very few people who practice it. Because of this, few people know that the power of Splitting the Sky Palm will suddenly change. Once it is fully achieved, even if it does not destroy the heaven and earth, it will shake the world.
At this time, what this monk was using was Dacheng’s Sky-Splitting Palm!!
Fortunately, the monk didn't want to cause trouble, so when he took action, he had the intention of only making Yang Xiaokang suffer a little. He didn't go all out, but he also knocked the abyss lord away.
However, on such an occasion, Yang Xiaokang was able to use all his strength. After landing, he rolled over and roared loudly.
This roar is the lion's roar skill inherited from Long Ahong's family!!
Suddenly, the monk felt severe pain in his eardrums and couldn't help but blink.
Although Yang Xiaokang is not as talented as Long Ahong, who can master the lion's roar skill, which is not particularly outstanding, to the point of perfection.
But he was just trying to cover up the abnormality of using the equipment's abilities. In fact, he had already approached the monk in an instant and touched his chest with one finger.
This point out that it can only be described by the four words "plundering like fire".
In the eyes of the middle-aged monk, he saw five or six transformed Yang Xiaokang approaching in an instant. He was so shocked that he could not react at all, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.
That kind of pain is as severe as if the soul is about to be torn apart!
Even though he had been practicing Qing Dynasty for many years, he still couldn't suppress the pain coming from his soul. He held his chest and groaned.
Such a big event happened here, which immediately alerted the monks inside. Soon, seven or eight monks poured out from inside. Some were holding sticks, some were making fists, and some were holding benches with both hands - yes,
It is indeed a bench. There is a bench skill in Shaolin Temple.
Obviously, this group of people looked over with hatred.
The next person who appeared was a monk in his fifties, wearing a cassock. He glanced at his fellow disciple who was covering his chest and groaning on the ground, then looked at Yang Xiaokang, and then said slowly:
"Amitabha, I am Hui'an, the benefactor came to our temple for no reason and hurt people. What is the reason for this?"
Yang Xiaokang said:
"I came here to find someone, but as soon as we met, this great monk hit me with his air-splitting palm and didn't even give me a chance to speak."
Hui'an said:
"Who are you looking for?"
Yang Xiaokang said:
"Vanxiong."
Speaking of which, he added seriously:
"Tiantai Mountain, Shingon Sect, Fanxiong."
Hui'an was startled for a moment, then shook his head slightly and said:
"We don't have this person here."
Yang Xiaokang closed his eyes and suddenly opened his mouth and said:
"All appearances are false. If you see all appearances as non-appearances, then you will see the Tathagata."
When he said this, people's eyes widened as soon as he opened his mouth, because from the first word, Yang Xiaokang's voice was filled with an indescribable power, which made people feel that the body, mind and soul were resonating.
What's even more exaggerated is that when the last four words were spoken, it was like the climax of a song. The power inside burst out instantly, giving everyone around him a clear vision: a majestic and tall figure.
A huge statue of Buddha descended from the sky.
After Yang Xiaokang finished saying these words, the surroundings suddenly seemed extremely quiet, as if all the noise around him had been expelled and blocked out.
The sun shines down from the dome of the main hall and falls into the dusty air, adding a bit of sanctity and tranquility to the temple. The walls of the temple are covered with moss and vines, and every brick and tile is full of traces of history.
, my mind was completely emptied, and I could even feel the mystery and depth from afar.
Such a mind-attacking secret technique has only a mediocre effect on space warriors, but it is deeply shocking to these local residents.
Immediately afterwards, a monk ran out panting from the side. There was even dirt on his hem. It was obvious that he fell down while running.
For martial arts masters, running and wrestling is almost impossible. This shows that the monk was in a complicated mood at this time!
As soon as the monk appeared, he immediately looked at Yang Xiaokang, and then said in shock:
"Who are you, and why do you know the secret sound chanting method of our Shingon sect? And you have also reached the state where everything is silent once the mantra is spoken!!"
Yang Xiaokang shook his head slightly and said:
"What's the great monk's name?"
The monk said:
"My name is Fanxi."
Yang Xiaokang said:
"I'm not using secret chanting."
Fan Xi had an expression of disbelief on his face, but before he could speak, a loud voice came from behind:
"This is nonsense! Do you know what you are talking about?"
Yang Xiaokang turned his head and looked at the owner of the voice. He was a majestic monk. If he had a beard and hair, it would immediately remind people of the ancient generals who held a broadsword and marched forward indomitably!
Seeing this person, a smile appeared on Yang Xiaokang's lips. The real person he was looking for finally appeared.
"Are you Fanxiong?"
Fanxiong is none other than the current head of the Tiantai Mountain Shingon Sect. He has a very high prestige and is well-known in the world.
This time he also got a World Hero ticket and came to participate in the martial arts competition. However, yesterday he encountered a popular player: Wudang Xie Tianming, and was defeated by his turtle and snake sword.
However, even Xie Tianming himself admitted that he took advantage of the group competition. If he faced the enemy in the wild, Fanxiong's chance of winning would be 60%.
The Lord of the Abyss had already found out about this matter, and now he suffered from Fang Linyan's scheme, so he gave priority to the Shingon Sect to expand his strength.
After listening to Yang Xiaokang's question, Fanxiong said:
"Yes, I am Fanxiong, who are you?"
Yang Xiaokang looked into the distance and said in a distant tone:
"My name in my previous life was Subhuti."
Who is Subhuti? He is the founder of the Shingon Sect. All martial arts and Buddhism are inherited from him.
After hearing Yang Xiaokang's words, Fanxiong and others were immediately shocked and angry, and then they all started to drink angrily:
"Bold!!"
"Arrogant!"
"You are so damned!!"
"O Amitabha, if you tell lies, you will end up in the tongue-pulling hell."
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It’s no wonder that the people of the Shingon Sect are so angry. If a random kid stands up and points at your nose and says, “I am your ancestor,” then everyone will probably have the same reaction as these Shingon monks.
But just when Fanxiong and others were about to take action, Yang Xiaokang fell down and began to murmur the mantra:
"Posila, Nanman Sanduo."
After this sound sounded, it actually carried a wonderful rhythm and tone, making people's minds jump to it without even realizing it, and even the heartbeat and breathing began to beat according to the rhythm of this mantra.
After the Shingon sect and others present heard this mantra, their faces suddenly turned crimson and they clenched their fists, as if they were trying hard to resist something.
When Fanxiong heard this, his expression immediately changed and he said loudly:
"Where did you steal this Hinayana Mingwang Mantra?"
It turns out that the Hinayana Mingoh Mantra is the core secret of the current Shingon sect, which can only be practiced by the presiding officer. It is also the current general outline of the Shingon sect, and all its magical powers originate from this.
Therefore, as soon as the Lord of the Abyss sat down to chant, the true energy in the rest of the Shingon Sect disciples' bodies was immediately aroused, and they started to resonate with him.
"Stealing lessons?"
When the Abyss Lord heard Fanxiong's words, he suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled, jumped up suddenly, aimed at Fanxiong and pressed him with his palm.
Fanxiong immediately stretched out his hand, and his expression changed drastically, because when the two were fighting, an illusion of a lotus appeared at the feet of the abyss lord, allowing him to flexibly turn on the spot, and then hit Fanxiong's move.
The strength was completely released.
This time Fanxiong was shocked:
"What the hell kind of trick are you doing!?"
However, an old monk from the Shingon Sect next to him lost his voice and said:
"Foot-swelling Golden Lotus!! Is this the legendary Foot-Wending Golden Lotus!! Is that what you are using!!"
Probably because he was so shocked, the old monk started stuttering.
The Lord of the Abyss laughed:
"I really didn't expect that this set of exercises has probably been lost for more than four hundred years, but there are still people in the Shingon Sect who can recognize it."
After he finished speaking, he walked seven more steps on the ground. At the foot of each step, the illusion of a lotus appeared, and then disappeared quietly. Then the Lord of the Abyss appeared behind the old monk and stretched out his hand to press it.
The old monk instinctively pushed back, but he staggered and was thrown out immediately. After experiencing it for himself, he did not hesitate and immediately said in a trembling voice:
"Golden lotus springs from your feet, as strong as a needle pricking you. What you use is the impermanence of all things. What you use is the impermanence of all things!!!!"
This old monk has a very high seniority. Strictly speaking, he is over ninety years old. He is equivalent to the seniority of Master Fanxiong. He is called Zhenru.
He is one of those who is extremely talented in practicing health-preserving exercises. He has directly practiced Bodhi Kung Fu, a branch of the Shingon Sect, to the extreme. Therefore, he is still walking fast and energetic at the age of nearly 100, and he looks as if he is in his sixties.
It was similar when I was 18 years old.
Of course, just because he has lived for so long, his knowledge must be much wider than that of ordinary monks.
In fact, there is a big gap between the impermanence of the elements created by the Lord of the Abyss and the original version. After all, his current impermanence has been reduced to LV1, and it is still controlled by the Nine Yang Divine Art. It is different from the original version driven by the Yi Jin Jing.
There is a clear difference.
But the problem is that this skill has disappeared for hundreds of years with the disappearance of the Mingxin Bowl, so at this time, even if it is a copycat version of Zhu Xing Impermanence, it has become the genuine version.
Faced with the truth, the Lord of the Abyss neither admitted nor denied it, but said to Fan Xiong:
"You said that I learned the Hinayana Mingwang Mantra secretly? Well, there is another Sanskrit mantra in our sect that only the leader can know, do you know it?"
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Fan Xiong to answer, the Abyss Lord sat down directly and began to recite another extremely mysterious mantra:
"Yuntando, Kopokita Dorant, Mahakaluni Gaya."
The most bizarre thing happened. As the Lord of the Abyss chanted, all the monks present had expressions of disbelief on their faces. They sat down one after another and started chanting following the Lord of the Abyss, even Fanxiong.
The same goes for this host.
Not only that, but Hui An next to him and the middle-aged monk who was injured with the Sky Splitting Palm also sat cross-legged one after another and chanted with the Abyss Lord.
This is not a choice they want to make, but the skills in their bodies directly begin to resonate with the Lord of the Abyss after hearing his chants. This resonance is really like taking drugs, making it difficult for them to
Resist this temptation.
Because what the Lord of the Abyss chants is the core thing of Shingon Sect, which is called Brahma Prajna, and it is the general outline of the impermanence of all things!
Just like the first sentence in the Tao Te Ching: Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao, and its name can be named, but it is not famous! It establishes the theme of the entire article.
Even though the Shingon sect later drew on the strengths of hundreds of schools and re-created a world in martial arts, its foundation was still to serve the impermanence of all actions, so the techniques of these monks all resonated with each other.
, a whole new world and road suddenly opened up before his eyes.
Unknowingly, several monks had tears streaming down their faces and couldn't help but murmur to themselves:
"The ancients said: If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening. If you are sincere, you will not deceive me."
Hui'an's group is actually a branch of the Shingon Sect, so Fanxiong and the others stopped in this temple. They also practice the martial arts of the Shingon Sect, and of course they must be influenced by the chants of the Abyss Lord.
