As the words came out, a blue light seemed to flash in Yang Yu's eyes.
Stab~
The violent friction and push of the electric light, combined with the power of the ten dragons and ten elephants, exploded in an instant.
Buzz!
At this moment, the tiger demon felt a chill in his heart. It was not the chill of a sudden crisis, but the actual severe cold that fell suddenly in the middle of winter!
The cold current was so severe that for a moment, he felt as if he had returned to the snowy night when his mother was hunted when he was a child.
Not just a tiger monster.
The moment Yang Yu raised his fist, all the warriors inside and outside the wasteland felt a chill in their hearts, and had the terrifying illusion of falling naked into an ice cave.
The cold winter will not come suddenly, but everyone present is not afraid of the severe cold even if they are not immune to the cold and heat.
The reason for this misunderstanding is because,
"Martial Saint's Will!"
Such thoughts flashed through the mind of the monk who quit killing.
In the distance, with the power of ten dragons and ten elephants, driven by the magnetism, a punch that was too fast to react hit the huge tiger's head like a meteor!
Boom!
A low, but loud sound that no one could ignore was heard along with the air waves that suddenly exploded in mid-air.
"Roar!"
The tiger demon's eyes were bloodshot and in extreme pain.
Since he attained enlightenment, he has never felt such severe pain even when fighting Bodhidharma.
At this moment, he felt that his blood, skin, muscles, bones, organs and hair were being crushed by a huge force!
However, with such huge power, he couldn't even fly backwards and release force.
Because those dry palms held him tightly!
"Dharma!"
The tiger demon screamed miserably, and the blood from its seven orifices spurted out along with the brain matter.
A punch, but not a punch.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, before the tiger demon howled miserably, Yang Yu had already punched twenty-three consecutive times in the midst of the billowing ghost tide!
It is not the Ba Fist, the Divine Fist, or the Tiangang Fist that has just been learned for a short period of time, but the four images of God's will that integrate all kinds of boxing intentions.
Four Elephants Boxing!
Boom!
The power of the fist exploded in an instant. Under everyone's gaze, the huge body of the tiger demon was like a water bag that was suddenly punctured, spurting out a large amount of smelly blood mist.
But the moment the blood mist sprayed out, it turned into ice crystals, as if even the blood was frozen by the fist.
"puff!"
He fell heavily to the ground and coughed up blood. The tiger demon's breath disappeared as the demon escaped, and he had already hit the bottom.
boom!
At the same time, a phantom was squeezed out from the evil wind surrounding the tiger demon under such a huge force!
"Amitabha!"
"Amitabha!"
The two Buddha's names were uttered in no particular order, and the two figures fell on the wasteland in no particular order.
The same skinny and dark-skinned people, the same skinny figure, but the only difference is that one has a scar on his head, while the other has a head full of pigtails.
"Ancestor!"
Seeing the gray-clothed old monk, all the monks headed by Xu Jing from Dachan Temple were shocked and approached him one after another.
Only Ji Sha and Xu Jing stood there blankly, looking at each other and seeing the shock in each other's eyes.
For more than seven months, the old monk had been by their side, but they had never had any doubts.
At this moment, I woke up suddenly, and I couldn't help but feel horrified.
"Fan Ruyi? It turns out it's you..."
Yang let out a breath of turbid air, and Yang Yu shook his hand. Zijin's gourd for swallowing evil had reached its limit, so he had to let the remaining demons disperse.
Looking at the old monk with pigtails, his heart couldn't help but condense.
Before fighting the tiger demon, he had already faintly noticed another aura spying on him. In the conversation before taking action, he also had the intention of looking for this person.
But I didn’t expect that the person behind this was actually Fan Ruyi?
With this thought, he finally understood why Bodhidharma had not appeared for more than two years, but after the tiger demon appeared, he transmitted his message.
I am afraid that I have also noticed traces of Fan Ruyi.
"It has been more than two years in the fantasy world, and you have made progress? It seems that I still underestimate you..."
His eyes swept over Yang Yu and he made a casual comment. Fan Ruyi's eyes had already fallen on the unattractive old monk in gray.
Put your hands together and bow slightly:
"The young monk Fan Ruyi has met the great monk."
"Ancestor, this person..."
A monk approached with excitement and wanted to say something, but the old monk in gray waved his hand to stop him.
"Brahma is like one?"
Chewing the name of the visitor, Bodhidharma's eyes became clear:
"I never thought that in future generations there would be monks who would follow the path of 'unity of Brahma and me'. They are respectable, but sad."
Hearing this, Fan Ruyi seemed to be curious:
"Where is the sadness?"
"The unity of heaven and man is to use heaven as a mirror to reflect oneself, to seek external objects, and to obtain one's own transcendence. Brahma and I are one..."
Speaking of this, Bodhidharma shook his head slightly:
"You take Brahma Ruyi as your name. Do you think you have established your own Buddhist kingdom in later generations?"
"Of course."
Fanru nodded:
"Two thousand years later, the little monk will lead one-third of the world. Billions of good men and women in the country, and 34,000 temples, will all worship me as the Buddha..."
"Evil heretics!"
Hearing this, an old monk could not help but refute:
"The Patriarch clearly knows that Dali is called the Buddha Land, but it is actually the Demonic Land! Tianlun Temple divides all living beings into different classes, and there is no thought that I, Buddha, and all living beings are equal. People in the temple dare to call them Buddha..."
“All living beings are equal?”
Before Bodhidharma said anything, Brahma Ruyi chuckled:
"So that the great monks know that in later generations, the Great Chan Temple, Wuliang Sect, Lanke Temple and other branches of Zen will all swallow up hundreds of millions of Buddha fields and keep countless serfs in captivity. Among them, there are no more luxurious places than our Eternal Tianlun Temple, and even, there are
It’s better than that…”
"shut up!"
After hearing this, other monks who were afraid of his martial arts couldn't help but refute him one after another.
Xu Jing wanted to say something, but she still kept her mouth shut.
Yang Yu didn't care about the monk's quarrel. After Bodhidharma appeared, he took a few steps back and stared at the dying tiger demon while sensing himself.
Tens of thousands of demons, even with the help of the Evil Suppression Seal, the Zijin Evil Swallowing Treasure Gourd was still stretched to the limit.
Needs refining.
"Amitabha……"
A Buddha's name suppressed all the noise. Bodhidharma's eyes swept across, and all the monks lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.
Only a few monks from Fulong Temple looked at him calmly.
Seeing this, the old monk's eyes gained a little more color:
"In the past when the Great Chan Temple was established, the monks once taught the precepts, scriptures, and martial arts. I thought that the next generation of monks would be able to observe the precepts and study the scriptures, and then practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies with a clear mind..."
Sighing slightly, Bodhidharma said nothing more, only looking at Fanruyi lightly:
"Since you call yourself Buddha, why are you looking for me, an old monk who has been dead for many years?"
"The great monk is too modest."
Fanru lowered his eyes with a respectful attitude:
"Venerable Master Zi Zi was also the teacher of all Buddhas. Although the great monk is not as good as the junior monk, he still has some merits..."
"Extremely arrogant!"
At this time, even Jingse, Xujing and other old monks suddenly changed their expressions.
"Ban Ruyi, even if you are promoted to the rank of Martial Saint, how can you compare with the Patriarch? What benefit does it bring to the Buddhist world if you claim to be a Buddha? Do you dare to make such arrogant remarks?"
"Hahaha~"
Before the others finished speaking, Fan Ruyi couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"you!"
All the monks were furious.
"You are respectful in front and arrogant in the back, the thought of you makes me laugh!"
Fan Ruyi shook his head slightly:
"I wonder, great monk, how do you feel when you see your inheritance being like this? Do you feel sad that your inheritance has been cut off?"
"They are not inherited by monks."
Many monks were already frightened and angry. After hearing this, even Xu Jing could not help but feel panic in his heart.
"Grandmaster, don't listen to his words!"
"Ancestor!"
"Hulala" fell to their knees, and all the monks looked frightened and bitter, which was extremely difficult to see.
"Dachan Temple is the place where monks enlighten and practice, Wuliang Mountain is where monks rest when passing by, and Fulong Mountain is where monks slay demons...
But the inheritance of monks is not one person, one mountain, or one sect..."
The old monk looked calm:
"Those who keep the precepts, study scriptures, and practice martial arts are all my inheritance! As you said, in future generations, Dachan Temple is no longer a place of spiritual practice, and Lanke Temple is also a place where filth and evil gather.
But there is only one person in the world who upholds the precepts and practices asceticism, and that monk, my inheritance, will never be extinguished!"
"Amitabha."
Seeing that his expression remained as usual, Fan Ruyi was a little moved and clasped his hands again:
"To be fair to the great monk, the young monk has been practicing for two hundred years, and there is no one who can learn from it in ancient and modern times. I am here to discuss the Tao with the great monk."
As he spoke, he bowed and stepped back:
"Three months later, in the Great Buddha Mountain, the young monk is waiting for the great monk to drive..."
Before the words were spoken, the person had already left.
As strong as Xu Jing, a great master like Ji Sha who had been there for many years, was unable to capture his retreating trajectory. Only Yang Yu frowned.
The last time they met, he might have been injured, or perhaps Emperor Qianheng was holding him back. The threat posed to him by this old monk was far from that great.
Or is it that he has improved during this time?
"Ancestor..."
"O Patriarch, let me disciple..."
"Slander, that Brahma is like one..."
…
In the wasteland, all the monks were panicking, especially the monks from Da Chan Temple, who kept kowtowing.
These words were too serious, as strong as Xu Jing's, and he couldn't take it easy. They almost kicked him out of the door...
But no matter how they said it or kowtowed, Bodhidharma seemed unaware and just stared at Fanruyi's leaving figure.
After a long time, he turned around and walked up to Yang Yu without looking at his disciples.
At this time, Yang Yu was cleaning up the tiger demon who had just died.
This tiger, which can attract tens of thousands of ghosts, is indeed much stronger than the tree demon. However, both the Yuan Magnetic and the Kuixing he possesses are extremely capable of restraining this demon.
As a result, he had to spend some effort to fight the tree demon, but it was much easier to fight the tiger.
Bodhidharma turned around, and a group of monks wanted to follow him, but they didn't dare, so they had to watch from a distance.
But the old monk didn't care at all and asked:
"Donor Yang, is this person's meritorious deeds considered to be number one in future generations?"
"First?"
Yang Prison thought for a while:
"Should not be in the top three."
"In this way, future generations will be much better than today..."
The old monk was a little moved:
"Before he passed away, I was just like him, maybe even worse..."
"The times are different, how can we compare them?"
Yang Yu shook his head.
"The donor does not need to be comforted. It is meaningless to be stronger than the monk..."
As he spoke, Bodhidharma glanced at the monks in the distance.
The only thing he cares about is inheritance.
"Donor Yang, I can't get out of this illusion. I can't tell the truth from the false. I ask you to verify it on your behalf..."
"What if it's true?"
"If it's true... then there will be a donor who can clean up the house on your behalf..."
Recommendation for a book called "The Fruit of Killing": The wine of immortality contains the smell of wronged souls, and the fruit of the banquet of killing is bitter.