The dust and sand outside Fengwei Village suddenly rolled up, and the Yunnan horse caravans along the way were frightened and could hardly stand on this narrow ancient road. After a while, they were driven to both sides of the road and endured, leaving only the short and sturdy pack horses. He stood with his breath rubbing against his hooves.
On the road at this moment, there is a group of about twenty riders, equipped with various swords and weapons, and dressed in different styles. The only thing that cannot be concealed is the arrogance in their eyes. They are obviously the best among warriors. In the hearts of the old packhorse merchants, they knew at a glance that they couldn't afford to mess with him.
"Pingxi Prince's Mansion is doing business, anyone who is idle should get out of the way!"
It wasn't until the tail dust was nearly annihilated that a roll call with a stern tone was heard, followed by another galloping, and soon, not even their shadows were left on the narrow village road.
The Pingxi Prince's Mansion has arrived, and there is no more frightening news than this. The pack horse merchants knew that at the beginning of last year, Li Dingguo, King of the Jin Dynasty of the Southern Ming Dynasty, ambushed the Qing army at Mopan Mountain near Tengchong. Due to traitors informing them before the battle, they failed to achieve a complete victory, but they also inflicted great damage on the Qing army attacking the southwest, resulting in Pingxi King Wu Sangui had to retreat to the Dali area of Kunming to rest and recuperate, which also made the situation in the vicinity even more tense.
These people from Prince Pingxi's Mansion will naturally not pay attention to the rural villagers at the foot of Jizu Mountain. You must know that even the local chieftain forces who have been entrenched for many years do not have much respect for local snakes - after all, even the local magistrate of Lijiang A big shot like Mu Yi is still "visiting" in Prince Pingxi's palace at this time. Even if he wants to leave, he can't help it...
"Hmph, have you, brothers, misunderstood me? How could such a remote and remote place be harboring a person with strong swordsmanship?"
Standing on the tall horse at the head was a rough-looking warrior with an extremely heavy sword tied to the horse's body. He spoke like thunder without anger and authority, and glanced sideways at the two people who were walking side by side.
Just one horse's head behind them were two masters riding a horse together. They were tall and powerful, and their equestrian skills were extremely superb. They were only a little slower because they were riding on a single horse.
"Hmph, if you don't believe in nature, you can go and compete. I want to see how much advantage you can take with your boasted skills?"
The person carrying the sword was obviously not angry, and taunted the other person in a cold voice, but the swordsman with rough manners and words was unmoved. It seemed that this kind of questioning and rudeness came from the bottom of his heart. Even if he showed contempt for others, it was just a sign of superb kung fu. Natural manifestation.
Fortunately, two more horses came close behind and chased them indiscriminately, preparing to dissuade the two people who were about to quarrel.
"Boy, why are you arguing about this matter?"
The two people who came were obviously close to each other, and what they said was like speaking from the same nose, "I think that expert was just invited by Xitan Temple to show his affection, so he dared to smooth Prince Xi's beard. Now he said Maybe he ran away. Anyway, if he ran away, the monk couldn't escape from the temple, so why go to such trouble to find him?"
The two of them were quite skilled in their movements. They were half-lying on the horse but their buttocks were not even up to the saddle. They were adjusting their center of gravity along the mountain road of Jizu Mountain and maintaining a leisurely speed. Just looking at the four people in front, one could tell that they were famous figures in the world. The master of number took action.
The swordsman calmed down his temper that almost exploded. He turned around and saw the livid expression on his junior brother's face, and felt a burst of torment in his heart.
The failure of the previous attempt to seize the scriptures was still in front of them, and this group of people wanted to use this matter to step on them again. They were under the eaves, and even the mounts were taken by the villains before, so they ended up asking someone to borrow the horses. ——The thing that pisses me off the most is the face of Pingxi Palace. Even if it is used as an article, I can only grit my teeth and suffer for once.
The swordsman frowned and looked at the two people behind him who had the waist of a wasp and the arms of a crane and the posture of a mantis. The two men were like brothers and were famous for their fists. It would be unwise to offend them at this time. Moreover, their analysis just now was quite reasonable. The person he met The masters do things without leaving any escape route, which is completely unlike the style of the monks of the Sidtan Temple. In fact, they may be hidden masters invited from somewhere, and they come out to cause trouble because they have no worries.
"We are at the Sittan Temple ahead. Tan Ma inquired and heard that the door of the Zen temple was open, but one of the stone lions was missing. It seems that the monks are thinking about life and death, but I don't know whether they are thinking about the virtue of living a good life, or whether they are planning to live or die. .”
Under the sunshine at noon, I saw that the magnificent mountain gate of Sidtan Temple was open, and the green trees on both sides were still solemn. It reflected the majestic magnificence of the Buddhist kingdom, but it also meant that the excuses they had used to hold on could no longer be used. It's useless. He completely broke the rule of fasting and planned to receive incense from all directions. Then the Prince of Pingxi, who had been lingering for a long time, naturally had a reason to come and ask questions.
But under the bright sunshine, the two canvases with sloppy and distant scrawls next to the plaque "Zhuguo Xitan Temple" given by Emperor Tianqi really looked a bit nondescript and slightly funny.
The martial arts masters of Pingxi Palace have guessed many scenarios. Even if a group of old monks set fire to themselves at the door, they would not be surprised. However, they did not expect that the scene outside Xitan Temple would be like an empty city, and the surrounding pilgrims would not move forward. , obviously very curious about the inside, but no one dared to walk into the mountain gate to find out——
After all, it was well known in Dali and Lijiang that the Prince of Pingxi was eyeing Xitan Temple, and no one was going to come forward to cause this bad luck.
"The Secret of Dali...Tianlong Arsenal...this...what does this mean?"
The swordsman hesitated for a moment, only to think that the high-profile sign was very similar to the style of people selling Dali Pills in the martial arts world. He thought for a long time without saying anything, then turned around and asked his junior brother, "Junior brother, what do you think?"
The junior brother gritted his teeth and obviously thought of a place with his senior brother. However, they had both been defeated before when they joined forces. Now if he said the comment about Sidtan Temple inserting the bid and selling out the first, it would obviously turn him into a fool. They are like chickens and dogs, so even if the scene is funny, they still have to find a way to save some face.
"...Senior brother, I think there is a scam in it and I have to be on guard. Could it be that this Xitan Temple has really found some secret secret of martial arts and plans to catch us all in one go?"
As soon as the words fell, the martial arts people outside the Zhuma Temple burst into muffled laughter. The junior brother also held his sword in his hand and looked around with a calm expression, wanting to see who would dare to challenge him.
However, at this time, it was the leading swordsman who laughed first, and his laughter shook the plum trees on both sides.
"It's extremely ridiculous. Xitan Temple is the family temple of the Mu family, and it only houses a bunch of monks who eat fast and chant Buddha's name. How can they find any secrets of martial arts?"
The laughter of the swordsman outside the wall was particularly harsh, "Besides, we martial arts practitioners are able to achieve today's martial arts skills because of decades of hard work. Is it possible that these monks can become better than others in ten and a half months?" ?”
The faces of the swordsman and his junior brother turned dark, knowing that others were now using their previous failure as an excuse to shirk their responsibilities. Their stomachs were inevitably full of resentment, and the junior brother's city was not enough, so they finally started to sneer at each other.
"There are so many bizarre things in the world. I say Jizu Mountain is now a trap. If you want to go through fire and water, just do it yourself!"
The swordsman was shocked when he heard this and quickly slapped his junior brother on the back.
Although these words were made out of ridicule and resentment, the two of them were worshipers of the Prince of Pingxi no matter what. They must not say anything that would destroy their prestige in person. Otherwise, if they were caught, they would be sued and it would shake the morale of the army. It's troublesome.
"Ridiculous! We, the four masters of Dao, Sword, Fist, and Palm from Prince Pingxi's Palace, are all here. Even if the master from Xitan Temple is hiding inside, he will not be our opponent!"
The swordsman quickly corrected his junior brother's statement, thus making up for the flaw.
The Prince of Pingxi is now recruiting people from Xichuan, and has frequently shown goodwill to masters from Qingcheng, Emei, Sanxia, and Yungui. Among these people, four masters, including himself, are the leaders. They have competed with each other many times, and they know that the strength of martial arts depends on their strength. Among brothers, it can be said that in the entire southwestern martial arts world, except for the Hui Lv Taoist of the Qingcheng Sect who was inexplicably not accepted and ran away to Fujian, no one else could possibly defeat him.
Long before the Prince of Pingxi planned to take action, they had already investigated that the Mu family in Lijiang did not have any outstanding martial arts masters, and that was why they dared to send masters to kidnap the contemporary chieftain. The Sidtan Temple in front of us is just an ordinary temple. There are as many temples in the world as there are sands of sand in the Ganges River, but not every one has as deep a collection of martial arts as Shaolin, let alone become a martial arts force.
Several people were thinking about it for a moment. Although the rough swordsman had a weird temper, his sword skills were undeniably superb. Even if he couldn't defeat the unknown master he met earlier, he could still delay the delay for a moment. As long as they joined forces to attack , the other party will inevitably die of hatred.
In addition, the slightly famous masters in Xitan Temple are just Master Anren, a chivalrous and righteous man from Yunnan and Guizhou provinces. Although this old monk has a high chivalrous reputation, his methods are ordinary, and his martial arts can only be regarded as first-class. If it were any one of them, There are ways to suppress and resolve them steadily, so there is nothing to worry about.
With clever chess moves, the situation is self-evident. Now it is a sure thing for four people to go out to deal with two masters. The swordsman is even more upset. No wonder they are not in a good mood along the way, blaming themselves for not succeeding enough and failing. , which makes them even have to make such a trip just to save face.
Contemptuous smiles appeared one after another, and the junior brother was blushing at the internal and external intrigues. If it weren't for the secret luck of his palms on his shoulders, he would have jumped off the saddle to find someone to fight.
"What do you know? Prince Pingxi is such a person that we have to outsmart him. We clearly know that Jizu Mountain is very evil and not easy to break into!"
The swordsman junior brother gritted his teeth and spoke, "Do you know the truth that the Buddha is one foot high and the demon is one foot high? The closer to the pure land of the Buddha, the deeper the demonic obstacles are! We brothers have been living in the mountains recently, and I heard the monk say that on the mountain road Things like corpses often appear. This thing is naked without a coffin, and is stiff as a tree. When it meets people, it begs for its limbs, heads, bones, and brains. People are always in trouble, but be careful not to let you run into it!"
The swordsman was slightly relieved when he heard this. He knew that his junior brother had a stubborn temper and could not bear to be wronged. Now he used the name of Prince Pingxi to tell a strange story, which explained his previous threats and gave him a smooth explanation. .
"Well, this story of dry muntjac has been heard all over Yunnan. It's not my junior brother's nonsense. You should be more careful at night."
The people in Prince Pingxi's Mansion didn't take it seriously. They all got off their horses and tied their reins calmly, and slowly stepped up the steps of the magnificent mountain gate of Sidan Temple. I saw that they were led by the four masters of swords, fists and palms, and they were fierce. Today, they must take away what Prince Pingxi wants from the monks...
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There are piles of rice bowls stacked at the entrance of the Main Hall. Not far away is a group of bald monks who are crying all over the place. They are lying on the ground unable to move. Their eyes are filled with fear. They can only look towards the abbot's position as best they can. , I want to ask for the regret medicine.
The monks collapsed on the ground gasping for air. Su Zhai, whose stomach had not yet had time to digest, hit his throat from time to time, and he swallowed it back with difficulty.
These monks never imagined that they were just confused for a moment. They heard that anyone who dared to come today would be able to take care of the food. So after being hungry for more than half a month and their eyes turning green, they decided to come and have a good meal regardless of the ground. Warn down the treatment of the chieftain Mu’s family in the past.
But just when forty or fifty monks were eating and eating, creating a scene of bright bowls all over the floor, they didn't realize that an elegant and easy-going young man quietly appeared behind him, with all kinds of terrifying things in his hands. instrument……
In just half an hour, the young man in front of him tortured them with all his strength. At one moment, he knocked them over one by one with one hand, turning them into carp jumping up all over the place. At another moment, he took out the magic weapon in the temple. Cymbals and tin sticks were thrown at them, forcing the monks to run away with their heads in their hands; one moment, they kept pouring water on them with a water ladle, and if they were not careful, they were as cold as grandchildren in the early spring; the next moment, they waved their swords and asked them to take the sword with their bare hands, which frightened the monks. They were all out of their minds.
After such torture, naturally some monks couldn't bear it and tried to run away. However, this young man swept his legs with a bamboo pole and fell to the ground. Then he beat him with a stick and beat the monks all over the ground. tooth.
But these are nothing. What really made the forty or fifty monks rather lie on the ground and pretend to be dead than move was that at the end of the training, the young man saw that they were all half dead and actually used a cart to push the stone stone at the entrance of the temple. The lion suddenly sprinted towards them, shouting, "Don't run! Rush towards the car!"
Fortunately, there was too much noise outside the main hall, and it was soon known to other meditating monks in the temple. As several old monks came to Abbot Hongbian, the monks lying on the ground hurriedly rolled to the elders to complain. , Jiang Wen could only stop what he was doing and looked up the palace steps.
"Amitabha, what are you doing? Why did Pinzhao say that the abbot asked him to open the mountain gate of the Zen temple and hang an unknown banner?"
The old monk Dajing came to Abbot Hongbian and looked at the mess on the ground sadly, with a look that he couldn't bear to see. Then he glanced at Jiang Wen, which made Jiang Wen recognize that this was the man he met at the door of the abbot's Zen room yesterday. Monk.
"Also, now that there are powerful enemies outside, and there are worries about freezing and hunger inside, why does the abbot still allow this person to behave like this and torture and injure so many Buddhist disciples!"
The monks' wails and cries of pain rang out at just the right time, and for a moment the miserable wind and chill hit, making Jiang Wen, who was alone among the wounded on the ground and holding the murder weapon bamboo pole, look particularly ferocious and evil.
With a snap, Jiang Wen quickly threw away the long bamboo pole in his hand, and said to the old monk who was speaking out for his disciples: "This elder, of course I know that Xitan Temple is in danger now, and he is currently selecting available talents for the Zen Temple. Defending the jungle, how can I be lumped in with the gangsters outside?”
The old monk Jing Jing stared at him, his old voice full of dissatisfaction: "Absurd! How can you select talents to do such harm to others? You clearly did this intentionally!"
Jiang Wen saw this and sneered: "Elder, if you regard me as a murderer, then if you have seen the methods of the Thirty-sixth Room of Southern Shaolin and the Luohan Hall of Northern Shaolin, you are probably not going to regard Northern and Southern Shaolin as hell on earth and Bo Xun Dojo. Got it!"
When the old monk heard this, he was stopped by Abbot Hongbian, who had been silent for a long time. He finally said with a vicissitude of tone: "Amitabha, this matter is approved by me as the abbot of this temple. Ghusl must not break Liuhe Jing. The rules of the law hurt harmony."
Since the rise of Zen Buddhism, temples in various places can be divided into two categories: Shifang Jungle and Zisun Jungle based on their size, property attributes and the inheritance method of the abbot. Among them, the forest that is larger in scale, whose property is jointly owned by the Sangha, and whose abbot is appointed by famous figures from all over the world, is called the Shifang Forest.
As the leading imperial temple in Jizu Mountain, Xitan Temple naturally belongs to the standard Shifang Jungle. Even if Hongbian is the abbot, he cannot act arbitrarily. He must be fair and just and accept the supervision of other elders at all times. This is unlike Zisun Jungle, also called Zisun Temple, which is often smaller in scale, with property owned by one monk or a line of monks, the abbot is inherited from master to disciple, and all major and minor matters are decided by one person.
When Monk Hongbian was able to succeed his master, Master Benchu, and then serve as the abbot of Sidan Temple, it was indispensable for the recommendation and trust of the elders in the temple, led by the five elders of Great Pure, Great Ju, Dayuan, Great Chen, and Great Wu. Now he is also the abbot of Sidan Temple. I can only explain it calmly.
"Prince Pingxi's Palace sent people from the Jianghu to come here this time. Lao Na knows very little about this, so he invited Jiang Tanyue to make suggestions. It is definitely not a whim."
With Abbot Hongbian as his guarantor, Jiang Wen also came to the old monk Jingjing with his head held high.
"Elder, what you are going to face are the masters of various factions recruited by Wu Sangui. Compared with these people in the world, you are not bad enough and ruthless enough. I also know that it is impossible to match you in martial arts, so you can only find another way... …”
The scene fell into silence for a while, and the old monks frowned at the difficult situation.
They naturally also knew that the strength of the two sides was not directly proportional. Xitan Temple was a place that only knew how to meditate and chant sutras. It was impossible for masters to come out in large numbers like Southern Shaolin. As soon as you climbed high, disciples from all over the world would come to help. Therefore, Pingxi King Wu Sangui asked martial arts people to come. I plan to use force to deceive the scholar. Anyway, when a scholar encounters a soldier, he can't explain clearly. All he needs to do is get the precious scriptures.
The crux of the problem is here.
The designated opponent of the Prince of Pingxi is Xitan Temple. When martial arts people come to the door, Xitan Temple has to deal with it. If Jiang Wen comes to the rescue this time, in the end, it will give Wu Sangui a reason to arrange for collusion with gangsters. The accusation leveled the temple.
Even a dynamic social group as big as Southern Shaolin could not withstand the war. Jiang Wen couldn't stay a monk in the temple for the rest of his life just because of this, right? Therefore, the Xitan Temple under the abbot Hongbian's control was unable to fight against the army. Now it was just that Wu Sangui did not like this small place and wanted to get the scriptures he wanted in a more peaceful and labor-saving way.
Jiang Wen's plan was also very simple. He was to come forward and create a unique master for Xitan Temple. It didn't require any great martial arts skills. As long as he could understand and learn Jiang Wen's instructions and defeat his edge, he would achieve the goal. Then you can proceed with the next step of planning.
You must know that Jiang Wen stayed up all night last night and compiled most of the martial arts context for Xitan Temple overnight, and then persuaded Abbot Hongbian to let him do things easily.
Jiang Wen's reasons are also very good. As the first temple in Jizu Mountain, Xitan Temple has a famous name, but it lacks historical background. However, history is something that can be found with a little effort. You must know that you can see it everywhere on the roadside. Stones have a history of tens of millions of years. Whether it is Buddhism or martial arts, the so-called origins of heel and foot are naturally those who are talented and virtuous.
Abbot Hongbian looked at Jiang Wen, but what he was thinking about was Jiang Wen's astonishing deeds of reading ancient books at night, compiling the origins of Qi's martial arts in one night, and making up chronicles and feet.
The old monk initially thought that Jiang Wen was pretending to be boastful, but he did not expect that Jiang Wen could use his master, Benwu Zen Master, as a source, and his monkhood in Tonghai Xiushan, and connect it to the Nanzhao Kingdom's establishment of a Tonghai governor in Tonghai during the pre-Tang Dynasty. He consulted the existing historical records. , Duan Siping was the only one with a named governor of Tonghai, so he left behind a secret treasure of martial arts!
In the eyes of Abbot Hongbian, Jiang Wen's actions were more bizarre and unexplainable than those of Xu Xiake, who was a well-educated scholar. Wen fabricated the secrets of martial arts out of thin air, detailing the causes and consequences, interspersed with countless historical allusions that are difficult to distinguish between true and false. If an outsider accidentally read it, they would probably believe it to be true on the spot.
It's a pity that after everything is arranged, the most difficult thing is the last gap, but I don't know what to do...
"Hey, you can't torture them like this!"
The old monk Jingjing said sadly, "Now that the foreign enemies have suffered eight hundred losses before they arrive, won't it be more difficult to survive in the future!?"
Jiang Wen also shook his head helplessly: "I am treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor. I thought that if there is a unique martial arts wizard among them, with my guidance, maybe he can be trained in a few days. Flying dragons ascend to the sky—but obviously they are not.”
There are hundreds of monks in Xitan Temple. After starving for more than half a month, the remaining 40 or 50 people are able to move, but they are only relatively strong. Overall, they are still weak. Even if they learn Jiang Wen's Kung Fu, they can't hit a knife edge. A martial arts person who licks blood is like a martial arts person who cannot compete with a monk in debating scriptures. This is a specialization in the art.
Although Jiang Wen had taken advantage of the old monk with his talk at this time, he was still just in the nest and was of no help in solving the problem. He had not yet figured out how to create a master among the monks who could stand alone.
Jiang Wen sighed inwardly, maybe he was used to having a few talented apprentices, and inevitably forgot that ordinary people have limited talents and qualifications, and even if they were put in front of them with peerless martial arts, they might not be able to learn even a fraction of it. Nowadays, if we really want to find someone who can read, learn, and understand at a glance, how can there be such a person in the vast sea of people...
Jiang Wenqianai glanced over and suddenly caught a glimpse of Luo Shuang'er who was standing under the Bibolo tree watching the fun. He found that although this girl ignored him and ignored all his suggestions, she always followed him every day to watch the fun. , at this time, Jiang heard that Fu Zhi showed a hint of joy in his heart, and leaned forward and whispered.
"Sister Shuang, how about you shave your head and make a cameo?"
Immediately, he naturally received a blank stare.
"Abbott, please think twice! Doing this is simply putting the Sidtan Temple on the fire of harmful karma. If you are not careful, you will be in catastrophe!"
The old monk still couldn't pass the test in his heart, so he stood up and spoke on behalf of several other elders, trying to stop their risky behavior.
Abbot Hongbian glanced at the old monk meaningfully and replied meaningfully: "Amitabha, now our way out is cut off. Even if we don't do this, we can only sacrifice ourselves to protect the Dharma."
Jiang Wen heard clearly from the sidelines and knew that the escape route mentioned by Abbot Hongbian was actually to let Master Anren, who had the highest martial arts and the strongest survival ability in Sidan Temple, take the precious classics in the temple and fly away.
The monks also know that ordinary people are innocent of the crime of harboring the jade. Perhaps as long as the treasure is not in the Sidan Temple, even if the Zen temple inevitably suffers a disaster, it may not end up with both jade and stone. It is already a desperate attempt to survive.
Jiang Wen did not expect that Abbot Hongbian, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, was actually a defeatist strategist who had already made a plan to retreat.
It's a pity that no one can get rid of this defeatist counselor when this kind of crisis is imminent. It's even more pity that people are not as good as God. Monk Anren was recalled by Starry Night to protect the precious classics. Not long after, he was killed in black for protecting the classics. The person was beaten into a coma.
In fact, the old monk who came in a hurry that day originally wanted to discuss with the abbot the follow-up method of this matter, but now he simply said what he was thinking.
"Amitabha... The Buddha sacrificed his life and threw himself on a cliff to obtain half a verse of the dharma. Patriarch Hui Ke also broke his arm in the snow to show his sincerity before he got the mantle. Now the Buddha's dharma is coveted by thieves. The old monks are willing to divide their troops into five groups to act as a tactic. Fight to the death to send Fazang to a safe place!"
This method is a naked end of the road. The purpose of the suspected soldiers is to risk their lives to lure away the enemy and create opportunities for the Sidtan Temple. With their old age, it can be said that they will die without rebirth, but the old faces of the several old monks look extremely determined. Obviously, they are all people with a firm mind of Zen and courage and diligence. They have already ignored the life and death of their skin.
Abbot Hongbian slowly chanted sutras with a look of intolerance on his face, but found that Jiang Wen had come to him with a strange look on his face and asked in a low voice.
"Abbott, what are the Buddhist practices of these four elders?"
"Why does Tan Yue ask this question?"
Abbot Hongbian answered confusedly: "Although these people have not yet cultivated to the point where they can no longer think a single thought and are in a state of separation between before and after, they can already be said to be qualified in upholding the precepts, enduring humiliation, and improving their meditation skills."
Jiang Wen's expression suddenly became more vivid, and he slowly stroked his chin with his left hand, showing a thoughtful look: "It's good that you are not afraid of death. Does it mean that your zazen skills are very high? Is it as high as three or four floors?"
Abbot Hongbian didn't know how to answer, but Jiang Wen had already walked up to the four elders and showed a mysterious and beguiling smile.
"Elders, I wonder if you can listen to me..."
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At the moment when the four masters of swords, fists and palms of Prince Pingxi stepped forward to the mountain gate of Sidan Temple, the temple's bell suddenly rang. The sound was like the sword of King Kong, and the sound was like the roar of a lion on the ground. Everyone felt that their whole body was numb. It was shaking, like being alone on an empty mountain facing a thunderstorm. What was hard to extinguish was the fear in my heart. What almost left my body with my soul were the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance in my heart.
The bells rang mightily to welcome the guests, and they saw a hall immediately behind the Hongwei Mountain Gate. Four wooden doors with withered flowers were suddenly opened unprepared. The four masters were suddenly startled, and couldn't help but become angry, and rushed out with resentment. Enter and break into this subsequent temple.
And in the secluded hall, there seemed to be a majestic figure waiting for him with a helmet and armor. The four people's hearts skipped a beat again. When they looked carefully, they realized that it was a tall statue of Skanda Protector wearing a hood and armor, with his hands clasped together and Qi flowing in his chest. He was glaring at them coldly and angrily.
I saw the statue of the god carrying a treasured pestle on its shoulders, as powerful as a full bow, and the black cloud soap shoes on its feet were spread out. The strength was consistent from the soles of the feet, and it had the momentum of being as stable as Mount Tai. Because the center of gravity was placed on the left leg, the torso and head and neck were twisted. The movement and displacement exceed the limits of the human body, and it seems that at any time it will accumulate strength and stir up the Vajra Pestle, driving all stupid and stubborn sentient beings out of the pit of fire!
After a false alarm, the four masters of Pingxi Palace simply asked the remaining martial arts people to guard outside the palace to prevent them from making a fuss and shaking the morale of the army. Several people walked into the dark hall, which seemed to be empty. When they took a closer look, they discovered that there were six old monks who were meditating. They looked skinny and without any dignity, which made people think of the ghost stories about dry muntjacs.
I saw them wearing Haiqing Dharma robes with wide waists and wide sleeves, round collars and square lapels, and long-sleeved cassocks. They were sitting in a lotus shape, with one person in the middle and five people surrounding each other. At this time, their breathing and heartbeats almost stopped, and the silence was solemn. Their appearance is like an eternal cold rock, with their clothes, beards and hair hanging straight to the ground, as if the earth, water, fire and wind of the earthly world can no longer do anything to these old monks.
"Amitabha……"
The four masters of swords, fists and palms from Prince Pingxi Palace had not seen the monk before, but they were frightened several times by the sudden surprise from Xitan Temple. The iron man's heart could not bear such torture. When the faint Buddha's chant sounded, they almost He put on his kung fu stance and rushed forward to find someone to compete with.
But before they could move forward, they saw the old monks whose life and death were unknown in the Wei Tuo Hall, who looked like sitting corpses. Suddenly they all stretched out a thin palm. The sleeves of the Haiqing hair clothes were close to the withered arms, and they were flowing and unobstructed. With a hint of stiffness and weirdness, the scene is extremely horrifying.
The four masters were alert to the situation and were about to confront the enemy, but they found that the old monks suddenly clicked their left palms backwards with a soft whistling sound, and then the wooden door behind them, which was more than ten feet away, made a "clicking" sound without any warning. Close the palm wind.
Before a few people could be surprised, they saw the zombie-like old monk extending his right palm and slashing it backwards. The wind from the palm passed by, and another wooden door suddenly closed tightly. Four palms were shot out in a row, and the movements were stiff and weird. But just like that, the four wooden doors were closed in the air, and the old monks held out their palms throughout the whole process, but their eyes were always downcast and empty. Apparently they were still in an empty meditation and had not woken up. They only sang a faint verse, and the cycle continued. The earth rang in their ears.
"All actions are impermanent, the law of birth and death..."
"The death of birth and death has ceased. Nirvana is bliss..."
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