Xuan Zheng was sitting alone on a stone bench in the middle of the courtyard, holding in his hand the "Great Enlightenment of the Heavenly Guide" which he seemed to have never thoroughly meditated on, squinting at the setting sun in the distance.
Xuan Zheng's master Duan Chen relied on this "Great Enlightenment of Tiangang Sutra" to break through the third level of Xuantian and enter the immortal realm. Therefore, Xuan Zheng continued to meditate on this "Great Enlightenment of Tiangang Sutra" after Duan Chen left Qingshan Temple. He tried to
From this scripture, I found out what was the difference between Xuantian and Dengxian. Xuanzheng seemed to firmly believe in his master's words.
If Buddhist disciples can meditate on this "Great Enlightenment of the Heavenly Guide", they can break through the mysterious sky and become immortals.
"Why……"
Xuan Zheng gently put down the Dawu Tian Gang Sutra in his hand, stood up slowly, looked into the distance and said softly: "Wu Jie hasn't been back for so long, it seems something happened today!"
For so many years, no one had ever figured out what Xuan Zheng's attitude was towards his apprentice.
If Xuanzheng hoped to inherit his mantle from Wujie Blessing, but he never handed over his abilities to Wujie's duty, if Xuanzheng didn't have hope for his apprentice, then why did Xuanzheng insist on defying the odds in the first place?
The great pressure brought the little monk home.
Duan Chen is the largest eminent monk in Qingshan Temple, and Duan Chen's disciple Xuan Zheng seems to be the most mysterious monk in the entire Qingshan Temple. Even the abbot of Qingshan Temple cannot tell what Xuan Zheng is thinking in his heart.
Duanchen, Xuanzheng, Wujie.
It seems that none of the three generations of masters and disciples is ordinary, and no matter what they say or do, it is not something that normal people can understand.
Xuan Zheng quietly looked at the last touch of the setting sun on the horizon. I don’t know how much time had passed. Xuan Zheng sighed softly and said slowly: "It seems that I have to cook by myself today!"
After saying this, Xuanzheng did not go out to find the young monk Wujie, but turned around and walked into the house.
After a while.
There was a clanking sound of pots and pans in the simple thatched house. It seemed that as the young monk got older, Xuan Zheng had fewer and fewer chances to encounter these things. Originally, Xuan Tian
Masters in the Xuantian realm can go without eating for a hundred days without feeling hungry, but no one knows why Xuanzheng, a master in the Xuantian realm, has to eat whenever it's time to eat. This happens every day, every time, and for many years.
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Qingshan Temple martial arts training ground.
The young monk stood in front of the third elder. He hesitated for a long time with his mouth curled up. Finally, he nodded helplessly and said in a low voice: "You said it yourself, the third elder. If my master holds you accountable, then you
Help me explain..."
"Don't worry, I keep what I say." The third elder nodded helplessly when he saw that the young monk finally figured it out.
"Well, I promise you to give me a try, but I promised you in advance that if you lose to me today, it will prove that I am not talking nonsense, and you can't continue to pester me because of this matter. Don't find out again when the time comes.
Others compete with me, but I don’t have that much time!” The young monk said helplessly to the third elder.
"Hmm." At this time, the third elder looked at Wu Jie and really didn't know what to say.
The surrounding monks seemed to have become accustomed to the young monk's way of speaking, so no one said anything. After all, the monks present now fully understood what kind of temper the young monk had.
“There’s quite a show to watch today!”
"Isn't that right? I've been here for so long, and I've never seen the Third Elder fight with anyone in person. This Wujie just asked for it. The entire Qingshan Temple knows that he has good foundation and is a genius in martial arts, but he also
You can't be so arrogant just because you are a genius, right? Do you really think that you are invincible because of your unparalleled strength?"
"Yes, it's okay now. The third elder has taken action personally. Just wait until Wujie is taught a lesson by the third elder!"
None of the surrounding monks seemed to really think highly of the young monk. In their eyes, the competition between the young monk and the third elder was a competition without any suspense. The winner had actually been decided from the beginning, because the third elder was the right one.
A master of the Xuantian Realm of Erba Jing, coupled with the Third Elder who has practiced martial arts for many years, his physical fitness is not comparable to that of a young monk.
The third elder waved his hand, and the ascetic robe on his body flew directly into the wind, and finally slowly fell into Hong Rui's hand. Although the third elder was already a hundred years old at this time, due to martial arts training, the muscles on his body were as strong as those of the third elder.
He is about ten years old, and his black skin looks as strong as fine iron.
The young monk looked at the muscles on the third elder's body with a somewhat surprised expression, because the young monk did not expect that the third elder who looked thin and weak could be so strong.
"Third Elder, please enlighten me!" After thinking for a moment, the young monk did not mean to retreat but slowly stepped forward, clasped his hands and said to the Third Elder.
"Wu Jie, you are the third level of the No Man's Realm, and I am the first level of the Xuantian Realm. If I use my original skills to compete with you today, I will inevitably bully you, so I will use the skills of the No Man's Realm to compete with you. You
What do you think?" The third elder also took a step forward and looked at the young monk Wu Jie and said calmly.
"Okay!" The little monk nodded quickly, without any intention of exaggerating.
"Well, and you and I have different identities, so today we two have agreed on the rules of this competition in advance." The third elder continued.
"You tell me what the rules are." The young monk whispered back.
"What do you think of this? I'm older than you, so I've been practicing martial arts longer than you. Today I'll give you three punches first. After three punches, I'll punch you once, and then you'll punch me three more times.
Whoever retreats first will lose." The third elder said slowly.
After hearing these words, the surrounding monks couldn't help but sigh in their hearts that the third elder is really powerful. Three punches are enough to make one punch, and the third elder only uses the power of No Man's Realm. Together, these several conditions are obviously...
The third elder deliberately let Wujie.
After hearing this, the young monk curled his lips slightly and said in a low voice: "Three punches are too many. Let's do this. I'll punch you twice and you punch me once. What do you think, Third Elder?"
"If you think it's fair, then that's good." The third elder did not continue to argue with the young monk, and nodded slowly, with a very calm tone, because the third elder felt that even if he used three-thirds of his strength, it would still be easy to beat the young monk. Today
The third elder never thought that he would lose in this competition.
"I think it's fair." The young monk nodded slowly, then stretched out his hand to scratch his head as if he had remembered something, and looked up at the third elder.
"Why do you have anything else to say?" The third elder asked as he looked at the young monk with some confusion.
"I suddenly remembered just now, Third Elder, what if the two of us are like this, you punch me and I punch you again and again? Then doesn't it mean that the two of us have to fight until dark to end?" The little monk said on one side.
He scratched his head and asked the third elder innocently.
When the monks around him heard this, they all burst into laughter and burst out into a wave of ridicule. When the young monk saw the monks around him laughing like this, he couldn't help but wonder what on earth these people were laughing at.
"Wujie, do you think too highly of yourself? You are already very powerful if you can survive ten punches in the hands of the third elder. It's really ridiculous that you still want to get entangled with the third elder!"
At this time, a monk stepped forward and shouted to the young monk Wujie.
"I'm just afraid that this will happen." The young monk explained helplessly.
The third elder put away the smile on his face and glanced at the young monk with a frown, and then said in a low voice: "Wujie, do you think this is good? If you can hold on to ten punches under my hand, I will consider you the winner in today's competition.
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"..." After hearing this, the young monk grinned and asked the third elder: "Do you think it counts?"
"With so many people listening, I naturally count!" The third elder nodded slowly.
"Well, so many people have testified to me that as long as I can hold on to ten punches, you will lose. Then don't lie about it!" the little monk said with a grin.
"Don't worry, I won't cheat."
"Okay!" The young monk nodded quickly, then took a step back and distanced himself from the third elder.