Han Sen stood in front of the touchstone, with many thoughts flashing through his mind.
The artistic conception of Wuhua's flower-twisting fingers is not as good as that of a real king, but compared to ordinary young nobles, it is much better.
Ya Dao's sword intention is naturally much stronger than Wu Hua's, but Han Sen can't use it. If he writes out all Ya Dao's sword intentions, it will be easy to win against Wu Hua, but Isa doesn't doubt that he has a ghost.
Even if he doesn't use Yadao Sword Intent, Hansen's Sword Intent is not weak. It's easy to defeat Wuhua, but Isa has seen that Sword Intent. If Han Sen writes out Sword Intent, he will immediately expose the gold coins.
Due to his identity, Isha will not let him go even more.
Fortunately, Han Sen had already planned it before. There is a record of pinching flowers in the "Infinite Sutra". Although Han Sen has not practiced it, he probably knows what kind of genetic technique it is.
The Buddhists basically know how to hold flowers with their fingers, which is enough to show that this is not a profound genetic technique. The reason why the flower-free fingers are so powerful is because of the blessing of the artistic conception of withering and glory.
"Ancient Demon, as we just said, let me see your ability and sincerity now." Han Sen's mind sank into the Tower of Destiny and said to the Ancient Demon.
The ancient demon smiled slightly and said calmly: "As you wish."
Having said that, the ancient demon didn't get up, he still sat there cross-legged, he just stretched out his finger and drew in the air.
When the ancient demon drew this finger, it turned out to be the flower-twisting finger of the Buddha, and it was different from the flower-twisting finger that forcibly combined the withered and prosperous artistic conception without flowers. When the ancient devil pointed it out, it was like the Buddha holding flowers, as if all the joys and sorrows in the world were already in his hands.
on the fingertips.
When the ancient demon's fingerprints were drawn, Han Sen had a feeling of mental connection. It was as if his thoughts were connected with the ancient demon's. He could feel his feelings and understand his understanding clearly. It would be an exaggeration to say that they were connected.
Almost in sync with the Ancient Demon's fingers, Han Sen also stretched out his finger and pressed it on the touchstone, his every move synchronized with the Ancient Demon's.
It's just that the ancient demon was freehand in the sky, but Han Sen wrote on the touchstone.
"Hey, finger-twisting, Han Sen seems to be using the finger-twisting finger, right?"
"It seems like, how does he know how to curl fingers like a Buddhist?"
"It's not unusual to pick up flowers and finger. In the Buddhist tribe, it can only be regarded as a common genetic technique. There are many rumors about it. It's nothing to make a fuss about if foreigners can pick up flowers and fingers. But Han Sen actually wants to imitate Wu Hua and use flowers to pick up flowers.
Writing is something I take for granted."
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"One flower, one leaf, one world..." Han Sen ignored the comments of others and continued writing.
boom!
The princes and nobles who were talking about each other carefully took a closer look at the words written by Han Sen, but their hearts trembled for a moment, and cold sweat instantly soaked their whole bodies. They felt fear and throbbing from the bottom of their hearts, as if they were possessed by an evil spirit, and they could not move.
He didn't dare to move, so he stared blankly at the words written by Han Sen.
There is no endless falling trees in the meaning of Wuhua, and there is no threat of withering and death.
But seeing the words written by Han Sen, all creatures felt fear from the bottom of their hearts. That kind of fear penetrated into the deepest part of the soul, making it impossible for people to even escape.
Looking at those words, it's like seeing a Buddha holding a flower and saying nothing, and you have a strange feeling of being able to see through the human mind.
He was obviously smiling, but that smile was scarier than the devil.
The devil at least needs to seduce creatures into corruption, but this Buddha looks directly at the darkest side deep in the heart, making people unable to hide their hearts, as if the dirtiest, evilest and humblest side of themselves is exposed nakedly.
In the face of death, as long as you have the courage and the ability to fight, you can close your eyes calmly even if you fail in the end.
But now they feel that they don't even have the courage to raise their heads and look at the smiling Buddha in front of the smiling Buddha. They only feel that their whole bodies are full of dirty sins, but they have nowhere to hide.
"Ah!" The young nobleman with slightly weaker willpower screamed loudly, holding his head and closing his eyes, as if he was escaping from something.
Even those nobles such as princes and princes had pale faces.
As strong as the Night River King, Han Sen's face became more and more solemn after reading Han Sen's words.
Including King Jinghai Buddha, all the Buddha's sons and daughters had already been dumbfounded, and their hearts were trembling beyond words.
"Poof!" Suddenly a young nobleman drew a knife and stabbed himself in the heart. Unable to bear the psychological pressure, he wanted to end his life.
"I didn't kill you... I didn't steal it... I didn't do it..." More young people screamed and turned around and ran away, as if they were crazy, still talking nonsense.
"Amitabha! Master Han, please stop writing. Wuhua lost this battle." King Jinghai Buddha suddenly spoke a Buddha's name, waking up many princes and nobles who had fallen into the mood of holding flowers, and all of them turned pale.
I was in shock, as if I had just experienced the most terrifying nightmare.
Han Sen stopped his fingertips and slowly retracted them. Less than half of the Buddhist verses were written. However, after the ordinary princes and nobles woke up, they did not even look at the half-written Buddhist verses.
That kind of fear is unspeakable and makes people afraid to face it.
"The Buddha's holding of flowers reflects the various states of mind in the world. There is great fear in the human heart. One thought is a Buddha, and another thought is a devil. If the true meaning of this can be understood clearly, it is already rare and valuable. Korean layman Han was able to practice the meaning of holding flowers.
To such an extent, we Buddhists are ashamed of ourselves. I wonder where layman Han learned this way of holding flowers with his fingers?" Buddha King Jinghai looked at Han Sen in surprise and asked compliments. The horror in his heart was unimaginable to outsiders.
There are many Buddhists who practice flower fingering, but there are very few who can truly understand the artistic conception of flower fingering.
Compared with the flower-free forceful solution of dryness, Han Sen's true meaning of holding flowers is the true meaning of holding flowers. Since the creation of holding flowers, only five Buddhists have been able to achieve this state.
Nowadays, Han Sen, a baron who is not a Buddhist, can actually practice the flower fingering to such a level. It is simply unimaginable.
"For such a simple fingering technique, Buddha Wuhua demonstrated and explained it in detail, so I learned a little bit by the way, but it seemed a little uncomfortable, so I corrected it myself. The writing was not good, which made the Buddha laugh."
Han Sen said with a smile.
As soon as Han Sen said these words, all the Buddhists had strange expressions on their faces, and the princes and nobles of Yuezhijia almost vomited blood.
"I learned a little bit by the way...I also corrected it myself...I didn't write well..."
All the princes and nobles feel that they have lived in vain for so many years. Can they still practice genetic magic like this?
Isa, Moon Wheel King and others also looked at Han Sen with complicated expressions, and King Jinghai looked even more stunned. After a while, he whispered the Buddha's name: "Amitabha... Han Sen is a naturally wise man, and he is the same as our Buddhist clan.
If there is an opportunity, if you have time to come to my Buddhist home someday, I will be waiting on the couch to listen to the Buddhist truth spoken by layman Han."
For a being like King Jinghai Buddha to say such words, the whole Yuexia was immediately in an uproar.
"Isn't it a bit too much!" Han Sen frowned slightly. The ancient demon's artistic conception was much more powerful than he imagined. Even the king of the Buddhist clan was impressed by it.