The wind on the top of the Big Buddha Mountain seemed to have stopped for a moment.
Fanruyi stood among the stone forest with a subtle expression, full of regrets and expectations.
From the end of the Qin Dynasty to the present day, for more than three thousand years, strong men emerged one after another. However, there are only three people who can be called the supreme masters and have a huge impact on future generations.
Lu Chen, Bodhidharma, a sloppy Taoist.
Countless descendants have made speculations and used various arguments to evaluate the level of the three people.
But that's still just speculation.
Now, he could witness the collision of these two supreme masters.
only……
Looking at the old monk in the wind on the top of the mountain, Fanru felt a touch of pity in his heart.
It was a pity that he did not have the opportunity to compete with this Zen master, and it was also a pity that the two did not have an equal opportunity to compete.
The Bodhidharma in front of him, even though his intelligence is not ignorant, had already been incarnated more than two thousand years ago, even though he had greatly improved during the birth and death of this illusion.
Comparable to Mr. Lu in the void, just...
"While the immortals and Buddhas are still going to perish, the heaven and the earth will not be able to escape the doom. Lu, there will be a day when people will perish and their path will disappear. This is nothing, so you don't need to be alarmist..."
In the void, there seemed to be a Taoist platform looming. He lowered his eyes from the clouds and whispered:
"It's a pity that you won't be able to see that day."
Woo!
The Buddhist chants were so high pitched that they sounded like gods crying and ghosts howling. The invisible hands were as straight as the claws of the legendary dragon, and their power was incredible.
Across the sea of clouds and sky, the mountains, forests and earth trembled.
"Amitabha!"
The faint golden light overlapped and surged like waves. Bodhidharma clasped his hands together and united his mind, facing the most powerful and powerful palm of the ages.
His face was calm, but there were imperceptible ripples in his eyes looking towards the north:
"I have already seen it..."
…
…
boom!
At this moment, the world changed in Yang Yu's eyes.
Everything within sight is operating at an extremely slow speed at this moment, and as he concentrates, everything seems to be peeling off its outer appearance at this moment.
With the inexplicable blessing on the Buddha statue, Yang Yu saw the deep mystery of the fairyland for the first time.
A layer of light and shadow is intertwined and entangled, covering the world of the world, like a reflection in water, real and illusory.
'Is this enlightenment?'
This thought came to Yang Yu's mind.
At the same time, he actually captured all kinds of lost information scattered in the void and heaven and earth!
In a daze, he felt that he had become a receiver from his previous life, able to easily capture the 'information' transmitted by different people at different frequencies, in different eras, at the same place.
That is information that existed!
Under the infusion of this information, his already extremely fast thinking began to operate at high speed again.
Yang Yu even felt like there was fire burning in his skull.
This is not an illusion!
This is the fire of thinking ignited by the high-speed collision of thinking and external information!
In such a state, Yang Yu felt that he was standing at an unprecedented height, overlooking himself.
"The Four Symbols of God's Will..."
"Spring brings birth and summer grows, autumn harvests and winter stores...the sky has four seasons, and people have birth, old age, sickness and death..."
"The four phenomena are all phenomena, the four phenomena are all four. When winter comes into the boxing, it cannot be called the four images. When life, old age, sickness and death are combined, the four spirits change in spring, summer, autumn and winter, then there are four images, boxing..."
"God's will, God's will..."
"God's will is like a knife!"
…
The four arrows of God's will, the old mother wants you to be convinced by Qi Lu, the old mother's secret formula for splitting the mountain, the indestructible body of the vajra, the undefeated Tiangang...
Ba Fist, Divine Fist, Tiangang Fist, Qinglong Nine Kills, Three Kills Sword Technique...
All the martial arts that I have learned and read but never practiced seem to have turned into firewood, supplying the fire of my mind and letting it burn blazingly.
[The Mountain Splitting Technique: Ninth Level]
[Divine Fist: Ninth Grade]
[Tiangang Fist: The Eighth Grade]
[Three-Kill Sword Technique: The Eighth Grade]
[Hundred-Step Flying Sword: Ninth Grade]
…
Under the fierce collision of thoughts, one martial arts breakthrough after another, the essence of each other is colliding and complementing each other.
In the past two years or so, he had tried many times, but all the boxing techniques he had managed to knead together were thrown into the fire at this moment.
And in this blazing fire, there is a real tendency to merge.
'Enlightenment...'
A huge throbbing arose in Yang Yu's heart, and it didn't go away.
Click!
Until a moment, he heard the sound of a bronze mirror breaking.
The faceless Buddha statue held up by his palm was cracking, like an unfired pottery figurine, with broken marks from his head to his feet.
It’s also void!
Returning to his senses in an instant, Yang Yu saw the void in front of him cracking open and spreading in all directions, spreading endlessly.
The shrubs and weeds nearby, the mountain boulders in the distance, the city walls and carriages further away... until the very high sky!
Countless cracks, criss-crossing and criss-crossing, cover the entire fairyland...
"The illusion is
Collapse?!"
Yang Prison was shocked.
The foundation of this illusionary realm of immortals and demons lies in Bodhidharma and the three demons he overcame. They are the spiritual will and Taoist fruits of the great Buddhist master.
Normally, the disappearance of the illusion is like the fog gradually thinning, this fragmentation...
"problem occurs?!"
The thought passed away in a flash, and along with the Buddha statue cracking every inch, Yang Yu fell from the omniscient state of 'enlightenment'.
In an instant, an indescribably huge emptiness filled his mind and perception.
He almost coughed up blood.
But within a few moments, he had stabilized his mind and endured the throb of emptiness caused by the huge gap.
With the help of the alien energy that had not completely dissipated, he looked far and wide and looked at the source of the shattered illusion.
Dafo Mountain.
He saw a big hand.
A huge hand that seemed to be there but not at all, as if it were intertwined with wind and clouds, reached down from the cracked sky like a spider web.
It casts a huge shadow on the earth that can encompass the mountains!
"This is……"
It was clearly perceived by Yu Mingming, but Yang Yu felt that his pupils were shrinking violently.
In a daze, under the cracked sky and among the surging sea of clouds, he seemed to see a hazy figure sitting on a Taoist platform.
In the hazy mist, his facial features were invisible, except for his slender figure, long hair in green clothes, and a pair of dark golden eyes with double pupils.
In the clouds and mist, his figure seemed to be there or not, but his aura was really a vast and chaotic cave, like the earth and the sky.
It's like a giant Buddha lying in the clouds, like a god coming to the sky, raising one arm slightly and pressing with five fingers, like a divine dragon reaching for its claws, setting in the sky, not slow or slow, but terrifying indescribably!
It seemed as if under his press, the mountains and the earth would sink together, and the earth would turn upside down!
"The Great Sun Tathagata Palm!"
Before even a thought had passed through his mind, the mountain forest where Yang Yu stood was completely shattered, leaving him no time to react. His entire body had been repelled by an invisible energy.
The moment the qi machine came into his body, Yang Yu's heart was shocked. He was very familiar with this qi machine, and it came from the great master of Buddhism.
"he……"
The moment he fell out of the illusion, he looked far into the distance, and with the help of the last ray of energy flowing out of the Buddha statue, he saw the Great Buddha Mountain again.
I saw the old monk in gray clothes who was as small as dust under the huge palm that covered the dome.
He seemed to be aware of it, clasping his hands together, smiling and nodding, as if saying goodbye.
"Amitabha!"
…
…
boom!
As if breaking through some invisible barrier, Jiese groaned and retracted his grasping palm.
Under the cracks, there is a large surging fog. The vegetation, mountains, forests, and even the sea of clouds and sky in this fairyland are disappearing at an extremely fast speed.
He tried his best to stay and grab something, but he was still ruthlessly rejected.
Just one step, already two worlds.
"Ancestor..."
Even though I had known this day would come, I still couldn't stop feeling sour in my heart, and my eyes seemed to be shrouded in mist.
But before he could feel sad, he suddenly turned around and avoided the palm pressing on his shoulder.
"Leave no trace in the snow?!"
There was a sound of surprise from behind.
When Jie Se turned around, he saw a group of monks and warriors from all over the world, headed by Zen Master Xujing of Dayan Temple, in front and behind the forest.
And judging from his appearance, it seems that he came back much earlier than himself?
"Quit sex!"
When his hand failed, the old monk glared angrily and shouted:
"Warning! How dare you steal... and learn my unique skills from the Great Toad Temple?!"
The old monk was extremely frightened and angry.
Stepping on the snow without leaving a trace is one of the top twelve stunts among the thirty-six stunts of the Da Chan Temple. Thousands of years ago, after the sudden change in the Da Chan Temple, the temple also lost this stunt.
How can you be calm when you see caution at this moment?
It's just that he knew where he learned it from, and he was so angry that he still swallowed the word "steal".
"Treading the snow without a trace! He actually learned how to tread the snow without a trace!"
The crowd of monks who gathered around them, not only those from the Great Chan Temple, the Wuliang Sect, and the Lanke Temple, were also all very angry.
Thousands of years ago, Dayan Temple was divided into two branches. Wuliang Sect and Lanke Temple were actually branches of the Zen ancestral line, while Fulong Temple was just a side branch.
They are not even qualified to receive the various magical skills passed down by Patriarch Bodhidharma.
"It was passed down personally by our ancestors. Who do you think you are? Do you dare to question it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a dozen people from Fulong Temple, headed by the old monk Jiese, all appeared, guarding Jiese's left and right sides, and they all looked coldly at the reprimanding old monk.
"伱!"
The old monk was furious and was about to explode when he was stopped by Xu Jing.
"Junior brother Xu Yi, don't make mistakes!"
With a slight scolding, Xu Jing calmed down and said:
"Master has misunderstood. How can we dare to have any doubts about the skills taught by our ancestors? It's just that this step on the snow has no trace. It has been lost in my temple for a long time. When I suddenly saw it, I couldn't help but feel a little excited."
"Then, the poor monk misunderstood?"
Jie Sha chuckled, but didn't want to say more. He shook his robe and made a gesture to leave.
Phew~
There is a howling wind in the mountains and forests.
"Amitabha!"
Xu Jing clasped his hands together, and all the monks in the temples behind him stood still. Although they did not say a word, they did not move out of the way.
"Ha~"
Quit killing and sneer:
"What, do you want to keep all the monks from Fulong Temple here?"
"It is related to the inheritance of the sect and the rise and fall of the Zen sect. I have no other choice. Please forgive me, master..."
Sighing slightly, he looked quietly at the monks of Fulong Temple, or rather, the monks:
"Since the great chaos in the temple a thousand years ago, our Zen sect has been deteriorating. Not to mention repeating the prosperity of the past, the gap between us and the 'Left Sect' has also become increasingly huge..."
He sighed.
All the monks behind him also looked sad, including the monks from Wuliang Sect and Lanke Temple.
How prosperous was Zen Buddhism two thousand years ago?
Patriarch Bodhidharma came across the ocean from the east to purge the world of evil spirits and spread the essence. At that time, not to mention ordinary believers, even emperors, generals and ministers had no shortage of devout believers.
Among the ten places in the Central Plains, there are few that can compare with it.
However, thousands of years ago, there was great chaos in the temple. Unknown people broke down the gate and killed and looted wantonly. In the end, not only did the three sects separate, but many magical secrets were also lost.
As a result, it was difficult to regain its strength in the following thousand years, and even in the past two hundred years, it was overwhelmed by the "Li Zong" headed by Fan Ruyi.
"Li Zong..."
Jie Sha frowned slightly and was about to speak when Jie Se behind him had already recovered from his gloom.
"Master, great masters."
After more than ten years of hard work, the little monk's face, which was once as beautiful as jade, has been marked by vicissitudes of life. He bowed slightly and walked out of the master's protection.
"Thanks to the great respect of the ancestor, I taught you the unique skills of Zen Buddhism, but the younger generation is dull and unable to bear the heavy responsibility. These unique skills will not be hidden for personal use..."
After saying this, the expressions of all the monks changed. Ji Sha frowned slightly, while those on the other side looked happy.
"I'm so ashamed..."
Seeing the young monk turn around and take out a pen and ink from his baggage to write, even the old monk Xu Yi who had scolded him angrily before could not help but feel moved.
Although all the monks in Fulong Temple frowned, they could not stop him.
At this moment, in front of and behind the mountain forest, there are twenty times more monks from Dayan Temple, Wuliang Sect, and Lanke Temple than them, and there are many masters among them.
Once you take action, there is almost no chance of winning...
"Amitabha!"
Looking at the young monk who was busy writing, Xu Jing bowed slightly to thank him, but couldn't help but look deep into the forest.
At this moment, most of the martial arts people who entered this fairyland have already come out, but there are still two who have not been seen...
And those two people...
After thinking about it, he still said:
"This place is so noisy that it is not a place for writing. Why not go out into the mountains and forests first, find the scene, and then slowly copy it down?"
"No need..."
Contrary to everyone's expectations, in a short period of time, Jiese actually put down his pen and stood up.
"This is?"
The old monk Xu Yi couldn't help but take a step forward. His eyes were like lightning. He scanned the paper and saw that there were no words on it, but a bunch of little people drawn crookedly.
First he was stunned, and then he became furious:
"How dare you tease me?!"
"Junior Brother Xu Yi!"
Xu Jing emits the roar of a heavenly dragon, shaking the mountains and forests, suppressing all noise.
Looking at Jiese, his face softened slightly:
"Little Master, the inheritance passed down by our ancestors to you has nothing to do with us. It's just that it is related to the safety of my Zen sect, so I have to beg you shamelessly..."
"How many magical skills have been passed down by our ancestors? I have no greed for them. I just want to ask, little master, have you ever learned the 'Dharma Sutra of the Present World'?"
"Um?!"
Hearing this name, not to mention the monks of Dayan Temple, the martial arts men in and around the mountain forest, even the great masters such as Jie Sha couldn't help but change their expressions.
The Modern Bodhidharma Sutra is the fundamental method of Zen Buddhism.
In the thousands of years of Zen Buddhism, countless amazing and brilliant masters have been unable to make further progress due to lack of Dharma.
As a result, in the four hundred years when the heavenly changes are approaching and the spiritual energy is ten times as strong as before, the Zen sect has only produced one martial saint, Guangjue.
"The Living Bodhidharma Sutra..."
Sighing slightly, he couldn't say anything more.
call!
Without any tacit understanding, everyone's eyes, both inside and outside the mountains and forests, had already fallen on Jiese.
Thousands of people pointed it out, and it ended without any illness.
The gaze of the blood-changing warrior is enough to intimidate tigers and leopards, and to break the liver and gallbladder of a person. At this moment, thousands of people are looking at him coldly. Even though he has practiced rebooting to some extent, his eyes are darkening.
"Masters..."
Jiese was walking hard and breathing heavily. He pushed away a group of fellow disciples who wanted to protect him, faced the gazes of the monks, and looked back:
"You have seen with your own eyes the shattering of the illusion of immortals and demons, and the collapse of the place where the ancestors kept their gods, but why?
Not the least bit concerned..."
After sighing, the forest suddenly became quiet, and you could hear the sound of a needle dropping.
At this moment, great disappointment flashed across Jie Se's face. In the past month or so, he had explained to the Patriarch more than once that he had protected the monks.
But at this moment...
"Little master..."
Xu Jing smiled bitterly and lowered his head. Even though he had read all the Buddhist scriptures, he was speechless at this moment.
Before his voice could be spoken, it was already frozen by the sudden cold current.
"because……"
The answer came from the mist rising from the mountains and forests:
"Not all those who wear monk robes are monks, there are also..."
"Maggots that blacken your heart!"
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