The sound waves were like thunder, causing violent wind and smoke to rise in an instant.
In front of and behind the mountain forest, everyone turned around in horror, and saw that a red sun seemed to be rising in the mountain forest, and the astonishing light and heat dispersed the billowing fog and smoke.
A mysterious figure danced wildly among them, exuding a terrifying and terrifying intimidation.
No more words were needed, everyone had already felt the undisguised indifference and anger of the visitor.
"Yang prison!"
Before he could even finish his thunderous words, the expressions of the monks in the Big Toad Temple changed with horror, and the expressions of other martial artists were also the same.
Before the exclamations from the crowd had subsided, the monks Dachan, Wuliang, and Lanke, who stood like an iron wall in front of the monks of Fulong Temple, ordered them to retreat without thinking.
Qiang Ruxujing, Dongchan, and Huilin, the three great Buddhist masters, could not help but tremble wildly. They immediately activated their true energy and supported the true power.
Like facing a formidable enemy!
Even though Buddhism is in decline today, they must be among the most well-informed people in the world.
Even though it has been nearly ten years since we gathered in Pingdu Mountain, all kinds of information about the rivers, lakes, temples, and the world are still pouring in like raindrops.
They know much better than most people in the world about what kind of existence this person is.
Therefore, how could the three of them remain calm when they saw Yang Yu coming out in anger?
Even the monks of Fulong Temple, who had not faced the anger directly, felt their hearts tremble, and they almost did not dare to look directly at the figure that came through the mist.
"Ami……"
The illusory golden bell had just risen, and Xu Jing's hands had not even closed tightly when he heard a loud noise.
"Still thinking about it?!"
boom!
The air exploded like thunder, and the wind rose sharply.
quick!
The collision was much faster than anyone imagined. Even the old monk Huilin of Lanke Temple, who was not far away from Xujing, could only feel a blur in front of his eyes.
Immediately, with a shocking loud noise, the huge mountain forest shook, smoke and dust billowed, and the seemingly omnipresent airflow was expelled.
"you!"
Half of the Buddha's chant was blown back by the violent fist wind. Xu Jing, who had been prepared for it, reacted quickly.
Almost at the moment when the fist storm started, his unclasped hands were already separated, and they were tilted upwards. It was the power of the Vajra Palm that he had been immersed in for hundreds of years and one of the twelve unique skills in the Big Toad Temple.
He was born when Buddhism was in decline, and he was even less able to compete with his senior brother Sheng Yun, who was King Zhao of the West Prefecture.
A twelve-story golden bell and a powerful Vajra palm are famous all over the world.
We support each other and have a reputation of being invincible.
However, it was just a light touch from the fist wind, and before the real master arrived, his eyes were blank.
Fist intention?!
Before the thought could pass through his mind, he fell into a momentary daze.
In a daze, he felt like he was dreaming back to his youth a hundred years ago. In the harsh winter, he could not bear the whipping of his master and stumbled in the wind and snow.
The hunger, cold, and illness that had long been forgotten suddenly appeared on me again, as if across time!
The pure Qi, the powerful Qi and blood, and the rich Zhen Gang that have been cultivated for hundreds of years... actually seemed to disappear for a moment!
"not good……"
In just a moment, Xu Jing regained his composure and got rid of the coldness and weakness that had penetrated his bone marrow.
However,
After the fist wind, the fist seal has arrived!
Boom!
The sound of heavy hammers and drums resounded in my heart.
Xu Jing, who had just regained consciousness, his mind went blank again. It wasn't until the severe pain spread from all over his body that a picture appeared in front of his eyes.
His feet were already off the ground!
The whole person was like a straw, his arms were broken by the lightly falling fist marks, and the whole person rose into the air.
boom!
The low and muffled sound, like the beat of a drum, instantly spread throughout the vast mountain forest.
In the midst of the strong wind and smoke, a group of monks had just come to their senses when they saw a large piece of blood mist being blown away by the wind.
The abbot of the Great Toad Temple, the old monk Xujing, who possesses the image of "The Living Vajra, Undefeated", was actually punched and his feet were lifted off the ground.
His muscles and bones were rubbing violently, his skin was constantly bulging, and before he even hit the ground, large swaths of blood had been squeezed out from the pores all over his body.
It was as if this punch knocked all the blood out of his body!
boom!
boom!
In an instant, two great Buddhist masters from the Infinite Sect and the Lanke Temple arrived belatedly for help.
Then, accompanied by two tooth-aching dull sounds, he was also beaten up from the ground, his muscles and bones rattling wildly, and his energy and blood surged.
It only took two seconds before and after, the words of 'black-hearted maggots' had not yet come to fruition, and most people had not even reacted.
Three great Buddhist masters who have been famous for many years have all been defeated.
And it was a disastrous failure!
So fast, so domineering!
Phew~
Wait until the strong wind blows away the dust.
Looking at the Xuanyi swordsman who stood upright with his fists closed in the fog, as if he had never done anything, the eyes of everyone were no longer surprised, but filled with horror and horror.
"Brother!"
The shrill screams woke up the stunned warriors.
Then they saw Monk Xu Yi from Dachan Temple, roaring with eyes split open, and rushing towards the old monk Xu Jing who had fallen into the mud and did not know whether he was alive or dead.
But before he finished speaking, he took a step forward and was grabbed by the back of his neck, dragging him backwards.
He was held in front of him by the northwest king.
The screams stopped abruptly.
The head of Bodhidharma Temple in Da Chan Temple, the famous Zen master with many years of experience, the monk Xu Yi, who possesses many unique skills, was held up in someone's hand in such a funny way.
However, no one laughed.
Including the members of Fulong Temple, everyone in and around the forest was silent, as if they had collectively lost their vocal cords...
"I heard that you want the Bodhidharma Sutra?"
With a casual flick of his hand, Yang Yu threw the boneless old monk to the ground. Yang Yu raised his eyes and scanned the monks inside and outside the forest.
Wherever he looked, few people dared to raise their heads and look at him, including all the monks from Fulong Temple, who couldn't help but shudder.
Buzz!
Suddenly, a faint golden light rose and circulated from the stretched and kneaded fingers, exuding a strange yet familiar aura to them.
The sudden change in the illusion happened too fast, and he was unable to react in time. In other words, the great master Bodhidharma had no intention of involving him from the beginning.
More than a month after the illusion, it was the supreme master of Buddhism who left it to himself for the purpose of enlightenment...
Thoughts flashed and he guessed the cause and effect. Yang Yu's heart was throbbing. When he looked at the monks in front and behind the forest, he could no longer suppress his anger:
"What a pity, you are not worthy!"
puff!
Seeing the extinguished golden light, all the monks lowered their heads and chanted the Buddha's name. They were either frightened or angry, but they did not dare to speak or run away.
No one can forget the shocking archery skills displayed at the Lingnan estuary in front of them...
"The Living Bodhidharma Sutra..."
The strength of Buddhism's horizontal training can be seen at this moment.
"It's a pity that the golden bell cover of the twelve-story building has not been completed. Otherwise, Yang would have spent more effort."
Yang Yu looked at each other coldly.
Of course, he didn't use all his strength in that punch. Not to mention the magnetism and the electric light pushing him, even the power of the ten dragons and ten elephants was not unleashed.
However, once enlightened, even if they don't have magical powers, there are only a few great masters in the world who can take his punch and not die.
The reason why Xu Jing can resist is because of this ‘twelve-story golden bell’.
This martial art originated from when Bodhidharma attained enlightenment, and ranked among the top twelve among the thirty-six unique arts taught by him personally.
It was this great Buddhist master who came up with the idea after reading the Taoist canon. It seems to be purely Buddhist martial arts, but it also contains the meaning of the Taoist Twelve Towers.
The building is more important than the foundation, and the same is true for this martial arts.
At that time, the reason why Zen Master Shengyun of Dayan Temple dared to compete with Zhang Xuanba, the King of Zhao in the West, was not only because of his great achievements in throwing elephants, but also because of the twelve-story golden bell.
When the force is exerted on the ground, the body becomes like a mountain that cannot be lifted out.
The so-called invincibility comes from this.
"Yang, King Yang's magical power is unparalleled in the world. He is no less powerful than Zhang Xuanba back then. It's a pity that Lao Na is much inferior to his senior brother..."
The mud was stained red with blood, Xu Jing held on and sat cross-legged with difficulty with the support of several junior brothers.
Looking at Yang Yu in the strong wind, he looked dazed and smiled bitterly:
"Thousands of mistakes are made only by me. I just hope that King Yang's anger will dissipate and don't vent his anger on others..."
"Senior brother, don't ask him!"
Xu Yi almost lost his breath, but now he recovered. Hearing his senior brother's words, his heart felt like a knife, he cursed angrily and cried bitterly:
"Grandmaster, if you have a spirit in heaven, open your eyes and see who you have passed on your magical skills to. He, he..."
"Shut up, shut up!"
Xu Jing puffed up and scolded angrily, his face as white as paper: "King Yang, you..."
"Yang is not a murderous person, so you don't have to worry that I will kill all the monks here..."
Yang Yu glanced at Xu Yi lightly, and there was nothing to hide in the secluded space.
This old monk with a violent temper has no trace of evil spirit and does not belong to the category of "cleaning up the family" mentioned by Bodhidharma.
No, isn't it?
After looking at Xu Jing, who was seriously injured and dying, and the other two who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, everyone was speechless.
For more than ten years, among the most famous people in the temples and rivers, there are few who can compete with the one in front of me.
Along the way, he caused many bloody storms, and the number of people who died at his hands numbered thousands or tens of thousands, or even countless.
He is clearly a violent person who frequently beheads Ling Chi, but he says that he is not a murderous person...
"you……"
Xu Yi was filled with anger and anger, but he did not dare to disobey his senior brother. His chest rose and fell several times, and he actually spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Brother!"
"Junior brother!"
Seeing this scene, Xu Jing felt a pain in his heart. All the masters from the Great Toad Temple had extremely ugly expressions.
"Evil!"
Some monks couldn't bear the pressure and roared, trying to rush forward, but were hugged tightly by a group of fellow disciples.
"Grandmaster, Patriarch... please open your eyes and take a look, disciple..."
The monk cried loudly.
Sorrow seems to be contagious. After a while, many monks in the mountains and forests became sad, some were wailing loudly, and some were beating their chests and stamping their feet.
Although the three sects of Big Chan, Wuliang, and Lanke came from the same source, over the years, they no longer have any friendship with each other.
At this moment, under the tremendous pressure, some people actually started to share the same hatred with the enemy.
"Now, I think of your ancestor..."
Yang Yu was a little dumbfounded.
Accompanied by this cry and blood, he really seemed to have become the legendary demon who slaughtered the righteous path.
He shook his head slightly, feeling cold in his heart. Naturally, his will would not be hindered or shaken by these cries, but he had not yet had an attack.
Not far away, a voice came:
"The ancestor once said that he is not your ancestor."
The wailing suddenly stopped.
Many monks still had runny noses but could no longer cry.
"you!"
"The purpose of my Zen sect is to uphold the precepts, understand the mind, and see one's nature. It aims to abandon the six desires and seven emotions and see the true nature of the self..."
Facing the shock and anger of many monks, Jiese looked calm. He clasped his hands, looked at the Buddhist masters, and said:
"Everyone, ask yourselves, have you really abided by the rules and precepts in these years, and have you really abandoned your six desires and seven emotions?"
Even though he was calm, he felt a little sad in his heart.
In the past month, he followed his ancestor through many roads and learned a lot. However, the longer he followed him, the more sad he felt.
The Patriarch never begged for alms in his life. He was a true ascetic who strictly abided by the Eight Precepts. There were many emperors, generals and ministers who wanted to follow him.
But even the Dayan Temple, the place where he realized Taoism and the place where the mountain gate would be for later generations, was opened by him and the ancestors of the Zen sect with his own hands.
The first thousand hectares of Buddhist land were not donated by believers or rewarded by emperors, but he came to clear up the land with many disciples who were honored as ancestors by later generations.
However, now, two thousand years later.
Not to mention the top Buddhist sects such as Big Chan Temple, Wuliang Sect, and Lanke Temple, even a small temple can't prosper...
Even Fulong Temple, which is based on observing the precepts and has only eighteen people per generation, is...
"Why don't you think about why the Patriarch would rather pass on the unique knowledge of Zen to Donor Yang than to us monks who claim to be 'disciples and disciples'..."
He let out a long sigh, but received no rebuttal.
Jie Se understood in his heart that it was not because they were speechless, but because Yang Yu was by his side. Otherwise, he might be regarded as a Buddha and a demon by them and be skinned alive.
"What you say makes no sense."
Yang Yu didn't pay much attention to this group of monks, and his thoughts were mostly on the fantasy world of immortals and demons. At this moment, he came back to his senses and poured a basin of cold water on them first.
In the two thousand years of Zen Buddhism, there has never been a shortage of scum wearing monk robes, but there has also been no shortage of eminent monks and virtuous people.
The reason why Bodhisattva was able to accept Bodhisattva was not only because of him, but also because the young monk himself had some qualities of Bodhidharma.
In fact, he has only dabbled in this basic magical skill of Dachan Temple, but the real inheritor is this little monk.
However, he was still too kind and soft-hearted.
The real Bodhidharma is not only compassionate...
"Donor Yang, the Patriarch believes in you even more than the young monk, and even asked you to clean up the house on your behalf..."
"Clean the portal?!"
As soon as these words came out, all the monks were shocked. No matter how they thought about it, they had never thought of this possibility...
"The Grand Master treats me very kindly, and he won't refuse even the smallest things."
Yang Yu slightly raised his hand, trying to throw away the young monk standing in front of him, but he didn't want him to hug his sleeve tightly and wouldn't let go after swinging around for a while.
"Donor Yang, although...but, but..."
Jiese's voice finally couldn't calm down anymore. He grabbed Yang Yu's sleeves tightly and his face turned a little pale: