Mr. Ma's chest rose and fell, and he was obviously not in a calm mood. He said coldly: "I cut off my arm and sent it to the Great Leiyin Temple to restore the magical power of the Great Leiyin Temple. Why are you still chasing me and leaving my wife and children?
Since you insist on my death, why can't I spread the magical power of the Great Leiyin Temple?"
The old monk shook his head and said: "Junior brother, one arm does not represent all magical powers."
Mr. Ma chuckled: "Not all of my magical powers come from the Great Leiyin Temple. Do you also want to destroy other magical powers in me? I was born in the Great Leiyin Temple, but I relied on myself back then.
I was beaten with both hands, but you didn't dare to stop me at that time. When I had a wife and children, you came to my door again. For the safety of my wife and children, I was willing to cut off one of my arms and give you the magical power of Leiyin Temple!"
His face was gloomy: "Then what? You hunted me down and separated my wife and family!"
The old monk raised his white eyebrows and said: "Rules are rules, and if they are changed, they are no longer rules. The mortal world interferes with practice. Junior brother, in fact, we are not trying to kill you, but we are trying to save you from the suffering of the mortal world and return to Daleiyin Temple to practice again.
, to achieve the righteous fruition. If you had not moved your ordinary mind and conquered the Great Thunder Sound Temple, now the seat of the Tathagata in the Great Thunder Sound Temple would be yours. If you are willing to follow me back to the temple, the old Tathagata will definitely be very pleased.
The seat is still yours.” (Zhaizhu’s note: According to popular sayings, Tathagata refers to Sakyamuni, but according to professional Buddhist teachings, Tathagata refers to Buddha. As long as it is a Buddha, it is all Tathagata. The Buddhist scriptures say that the truth comes,
Therefore, it is called Tathagata, which refers to the realm of Buddha.)
"go back?"
Mr. Ma said numbly: "I was killed back then. If I want to go back, I will naturally kill me too!"
The old monk's face darkened and he sighed: "The Tathagata will be very disappointed. Is the young man on this stage your disciple? You taught him the Eight Thunder Sound Techniques, but you did not teach me the inner method of the Great Thunder Sound Temple.
Tathagata Mahayana Sutra."
He looked at Qin Mu, who was fighting with a young man in the ring, and said: "The Tathagata Mahayana Sutra is a method for subduing demons. Without the cultivation of this mental method, no matter how strong the Eight Thunder Styles are, it will be an illusion. Today I am leading my disciples
Come here, Mingxin, come and see your uncle!"
Behind him, a tall and thin young monk stepped forward, hanging Buddhist beads on his hands, folding his hands and saluting: "Uncle Master."
The old monk's white eyebrows fluttered and he said: "Mingxin is also a warrior in the spirit embryo realm. My Zen staff is bet here. Junior brother, do you want to make a bet?"
Granny Si raised her eyebrows and was about to speak when Master Ma said expressionlessly: "All the rules and regulations are bullshit. I'll bet with you, how much does my head weigh compared to your Chichiluo Zen Staff?"
The old monk nodded and said, "The weights are almost the same."
The blind man, Granny Si, the pharmacist and others frowned and were about to dissuade him when Mr. Ma said flatly: "If Mu'er loses, you can take my head back to Daleiyin Temple to see Tathagata. If Mu'er wins, the Zen staff will be left behind."
, get as far away as you can.”
"Good."
The old monk said to the young monk Mingxin: "Today, my master is going to take back the magical powers of the Great Leiyin Temple from those who rebelled against the temple. If you win, it will be your merit."
Mingxin said yes and walked towards the ring.
On the ring, the young man competing with Qin Mu was a master of swordsmanship. He followed the path of Senior Brother Qu among the Five Sons of the Lijiang River. The sword was no more than three feet away from the body. Unlike Senior Brother Qu, his sword was not big and even more powerful.
Like a dagger, eight inches long, small, but more dangerous!
This small sword would pierce out from strange places from time to time, such as under the armpit or crotch. It would also penetrate into his clothes and emerge from his sleeve when Qin Mu was competing with him for palm power!
Using Qi to control the sword, his sword control skills are so good that he is not much inferior to Lijiang disciple Qianqiu, and much better than senior brother Qu.
Moreover, this man actually has superb attainments in combat skills. His palm skills are very profound, and his momentum is like a towering mountain. When he exerts force in his palms, mountain patterns suddenly appear from his palms.
However, the outcome in the ring was already clear at this moment. Qin Mu was powerful with his powerful moves and quick footwork. The young man suffered a big loss the first time he fought with him. Qin Mu's powerful vitality directly crushed his!
Qin Mu used Nine Dragons Controlling the Wind and Thunder. Although the nine-level power only exploded to three levels, it had already injured his heart. Although his swordsmanship was exquisite, his defeat was already certain.
Qin Mu's steps were chaotic, like thousands of snakes wandering in the grass, east and west, forward and back, so that the young man could not see where his attack came from. The next moment, he was behind
His heart ached as he was knocked away by Qin Mu's palm.
The young man landed, stunned, and bowed to Qin Mu on the stage to thank him: "Thank you for your mercy, little brother."
Although Qin Mu's palm just now was printed on the back of his heart and was very powerful, it was not strong and did not hurt his heart and lungs. Otherwise, with Qin Mu's strength, he would definitely be able to smash all his internal organs.
!
"Junior brother, do you want to rest?" Mingyue stood there waiting quietly. After Qin Mu defeated the young man, she asked.
Qin Mu's eyes fell on him. This monk was young. He was wearing white silk clothes without a trace of dust. Even the shoes under his feet were white. He was also very fair. Although his hair was shaved, he still looked very handsome.
He is handsome and makes people feel good about him.
He was about to answer no, when suddenly Granny Si's voice came: "Rest, you must rest!"
Qin Mu didn't understand what he meant, but just as Granny Si said, he sat down to rest and adjust his breath. His "Three Pills of Overlord Body" were suitable for practicing while running. Although he had fought against more than a dozen warriors, his vitality was not there.
No matter how much I consume, I am still in peak condition, but my body is a little tired.
Granny Si walked up to the ring with a glass of water, handed it to Qin Mu, and said in a low voice: "Mu'er, no matter what method you use, you must win this time, and you must not lose! You, Grandpa Ma, have made a bet with the old thief Tu
Yes, I put my life on the line!"
Qin Mu's heart skipped a beat and he quickly looked at Master Ma. Master Ma's face was calm and his voice came: "Mu'er, there is no way that Ba Ti Wushuang will lose! I believe in you."
Even though he said this, Qin Mu was still a little panicked. Although the people in the village were all his relatives, apart from Granny Si, the one he was closest to was Mr. Ma. Back then, it was Mr. Ma who carried the stone statue on his back with Granny Si.
We left the village together, picked him up from the river, and saved his life!
If he loses, wouldn't it cost Mr. Ma his life?
At this time, the pharmacist also frowned. Ma Ye believed that Qin Mu was an unparalleled hegemonic body and had confidence in Qin Mu, but Qin Mu was not a hegemonic body after all.
He now regretted helping the village chief conceal that white lie. If he had told them the truth earlier, Mr. Ma would not have risked his life.
It was precisely because of his trust in Qin Mu that Mr. Ma bet his life with the old monk!
Suddenly, the pharmacist's eyes turned fierce: "If Mu'er loses, then kill the old bald donkey and the little bald donkey. Don't let Mr. Ma die!"
In the ring, Qin Mu desperately wanted to stabilize his mind, but it only involved the life of the person closest to him. How could his heart be calm?
The mute gestured and made a few ah-ah sounds. The blind man leaned on a cane and said leisurely: "No need to remind him that this temple fair is a test. After it passes, he will grow up. If he can't pass it, he will still be a child."
After a while, Qin Mu slowly stood up, looked at the tall and thin young monk opposite, and said slowly: "Monk, do you have a Buddha in your heart?"
Mingxin clasped his hands together and said solemnly: "My Buddha is always in my heart."
call--
Qin Mu exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the vitality in his body became domineering and intense. A kind of lawless spirit spurted out from his small body.
"I!"
He took a step forward, and the aura surging out of his small body even gave people an exciting feeling of being as heroic and strong as a god standing tall. His voice was deafening: "There is no god, no Buddha, and no devil in my heart! I am God, I am Buddha.
, is the devil!”
As soon as he said this, the old monk sitting opposite Master Ma showed a shocked expression and turned to look at Qin Mu!