The other two major Zen temples can only be heard of their names but not their actual appearance.
For hundreds of years, no one from the two major Zen temples appeared.
Unexpectedly, I met a monk from Fengyin Temple.
Master Kongxin said: "The monks of Fengyin Temple do not follow the customary etiquette. Their robes are casual. They do not avoid alcohol, meat, or marriage. Their temperament is uninhibited."
Xia Qingchen's eyes were dull.
Different monks have different Buddhist ways.
Xia Qingchen is not surprised by the way of cultivating Buddhism in Fengyin Temple.
What's strange about him is.
Master Kongxin was actually of the same generation as the young monk in front of him, and he also respectfully called him master.
"Master Wuhua, this is Mr. Xia Qingchen, the man who completed the "Lanhai Ancient Classic"." Master Kongxin introduced.
Wuhua was lowering his head, flipping through an ancient scripture.
It is the original version of "Lan Hai Ancient Classic".
Hearing this, he didn't even raise his head and said: "The poor monk has finished studying the ancient scriptures. Master Kongxin can take a look and see if he has any objections."
Master Wuhua twisted the note and threw it forward.
It should have been thrown towards the Hollow Master.
But not only intentionally or unintentionally, he actually threw it towards Xia Qingchen.
The latter had sharp eyes, stretched out two fingers, and pinched accurately.
This manuscript cannot be turned over very quickly and does not seem to have much strength.
Unexpectedly, after being clamped, Xia Qingchen discovered that there was amazing power hidden in the letter.
The note broke free from Xia Qingchen's fingers and flew toward his face.
If it does get hit, although it won't be seriously injured, embarrassment is inevitable.
Xia Qingchen reacted extremely quickly.
The broken sword at his waist followed his thoughts and was immediately unsheathed.
The sharp sword tip pierced through the codex and penetrated it.
Then, at an even more alarming speed, he suddenly stabbed Wuhua.
How fast is the flying sword?
As fast as thunder.
Hard to guard against.
Wuhua's head suddenly raised, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He slapped his palms hard against the ground, causing him to fall backwards and retreat.
Try to avoid this sword.
But as soon as he stopped, an extreme sharpness struck him quickly.
At this moment, he couldn't avoid it.
He was about to be stabbed.
The broken sword suddenly stopped.
The cold sword tip was only an inch away from Wuhua.
If you go further, you can pierce his head.
Wuhua secretly broke into a cold sweat, but her face looked very calm: "Donor Xia, what are you doing?"
He didn't admit it at all, and he secretly added extra power to the note.
Xia Qingchen said calmly: "It's nothing, I just hope that Master Wuhua can be more accurate next time when he throws something! Xia has too many enemies, and similar actions can easily be judged as an enemy attack."
Wuhua had no expression on his face, grabbed the note from the tip of the sword, and said calmly: "Donor Xia is too worried."
He threw the code to Master Hollow again.
He looked at Xia Qingchen again, his eyes as calm as water: "I heard that Donor Xia has amazing strength. Together with Yu Qingyang and Yuwen Taiji, they are also known as the Three Yangs of Tianyue Ridge?"
Yeah?
Xia Qingchen was practicing outside and did not pay attention to the reputation of Tianyueling.
"It's everyone's ridiculous praise." Xia Qingchen said calmly.
People, it's better to be humble.
They are just Tianyueling's geniuses on the surface. How many powerful masters of the same generation are there secretly who have never surfaced?
The most typical one is Situ Feng.
Unexpectedly, Wu Hua actually nodded in agreement with his humble words and said: "Everyone really praised you. Judging from your actions just now, your strength is actually average."
"Yu Qingyang and Yuwen Taiji can be called the scorching sun of Tianyue Ridge, but you really lack the firepower, and everyone is a little too high on you."
Xia Qingchen's face was dull.
He wasn't very angry because he never cared about other people's opinions.
But Qiu Chou and Lian Xing were furious.
Qiu Chou looked disdainful: "My Master Chen can't do it, but you can?"
Wu Hua Mian said with a faint smile: "The young monk thinks that he is stronger than Almsgiver Xia! Judging from my performance just now, I am obviously better."
ah?
Qiuqiu and Lianxing's eyes widened.
Even if you tell lies with open eyes, you have to have a certain bottom line, right?
Even a blind man could see that Xia Qingchen showed mercy just now, otherwise Wuhua, who would have been forced into a panic, would have been stabbed in the head with a sword.
Now he actually has the nerve to say that he is better?
Qiu Qiu shook his head: "I'm sorry, I really don't see how you can be more superior."
Wu Hua chuckled: "Buddhism is profound, and it's normal that you, a demon dog, can't understand it."
Hey!
Damn it, Qiuqiu, it's a demon dog with a mid-star status, and it's not blind, so why can't it understand?
Lian Xing chuckled: "Since you are so powerful, why don't you try to compete with me, Xia Lang?"
However, Wuhua shook his head.
He put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, a Buddha, does not compete with others, but aims to save all sentient beings. It is a meaningless competition that poor monks disdain."
His tongue was as bright as a lotus, and he didn't give Lianxing a chance to speak.
He continued: "The poor monk just told the truth and pointed out the shortcomings and shortcomings of Almsgiver Xia. You are so eager to defend him. It can be seen that the impatience is due to the master's neglect of discipline."
"I hope you will make some corrections in the future, otherwise your mental state will be sluggish and it will definitely affect your martial arts practice!"
Then, he looked at Xia Qingchen and said, "I want to give this to Almsgiver Xia. There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world. I hope that Almsgiver Xia will bear it in mind and not look forward to the teachings of today's poor monk."
After saying that, he ignored them at all.
The cassock shook, turned around, and said inscrutably without looking back: "We are short of poor monks. Please study carefully the notes left behind. If you can understand one tenth of them, it will be useful to you."
It’s of great benefit.”
Qiuqiu scratched the ground hard with his four claws, bared his teeth and said: "This dead monk!"
Lian Xing went crazy for a while.
This kind of self-declaring victory, belittling everyone, and then leaving immediately is really annoying.
Xia Qingchen's expression was pale and he said: "Teach me? You probably aren't worthy of it."
The broken sword that had not yet been sheathed fell from the sky under his control, drawing a fan-shaped sword energy and pushing it away.
Go straight to Wuhua's back,
There was no vegetation along the way.
Sand and gravel exploded.
Wuhua didn't have to turn his head to feel the shocking momentum behind him.
He hurriedly stepped forward, trying to avoid the sword energy.
His body skills are good and he can really avoid the sword energy.
But the debris flying from the explosion still hit his body, causing him to tremble wildly and groan in pain.
When the sword energy is gathered away.
A big blood blister was created on Wuhua Guangliang's forehead by a stone!
There are scratches on many places on the face.
He turned around and said angrily: "What are you doing?"
Xia Qingchen took back his sword and said calmly: "With this little strength, you still claim to be better than me? Let's go back and practice for a few years before we talk."
Wuhua never loses a battle, and snorts: "You are so proud of hurting people behind their backs. Donor Xia is so disappointing! You will never be able to surpass me with this kind of mentality."
After saying that, he left immediately and walked into the lounge.
Xia Qingchen glanced at his back and said expressionlessly: "Where did this lunatic come from? Didn't anyone treat him?"