The sky was covered with dark clouds, as if a shocking rainstorm was about to come. All the beasts and birds had long since disappeared in the woods. The strong wind had carried the murderous aura from Huashou Rock to every corner of Jizu Mountain. It completely shocked this independent, weird and strange world.
Countless muntjac deer have followed Jiang Wen all over the entire cliff, but the "Dharma King Miaobao", or King Moxisura, is still indifferent. It seems that he is just annoyed about the path he has chosen and why it hurts his feet. There will be so many stone shrubs.
The dry muntjacs crawled toward the King of Mochisura on hands and feet, with two canine teeth that suddenly protruded diagonally at the sides of their mouths. Their sharp mouths were opened wide like sucking and biting, and their skin like rotting corpse exuded a gloomy and gloomy look. The color gradually submerged the position of King Mochisura. Soon, only the unpleasant noise like a bellows was left in the sea of corpses. The corpses also became more squirming and bloated due to the squeeze, making it terrifying to look at.
"Just rotten wood."
The deep voice of King Moxisura came out from the sea of corpses, with a very strange accent in Chinese. The next second, a battle without gunpowder smoke, no dust mist, and no fire took place among the dry muntjac corpses. Big bang!
For some reason, the dry muntjacs were shaken by a majestic force. Suddenly, they were lifted off the ground and turned into catkins flying in the sky. The silent roars were suppressed by an even more deafening silence. Only a strange appearance was seen. Within ten feet, the sea of dry muntjac corpses was blown away without any resistance!
In the center of the circle, the only thing standing was a bare-chested figure. He raised his right hand toward the sky, his feet were firmly planted on the ground, his left shoulder was slightly sunken like he was carrying a mountain, and his body remained motionless and steady. .
King Mojisura stood still like this, and time seemed to have stopped at the moment he exerted his strength, and it seemed to have flowed back to the eve when he was about to exert his strength.
From the exaggerated outlines of his face, chest, legs, arms and other parts due to the intense muscle tension, people can feel the powerful and powerful force from a distance. Through the powerful muscles, the sonorous and powerful gestures, and the monk's robes that were billowing in the wind, what everyone saw in front of them was not a human figure, but what they all saw clearly was a vajra warrior holding a mountain and sweeping the void with a pestle!
Everyone in the field understood at this time that the reason why King Mojisura spoke in Chinese was just to let them know that the initiator of all this was King Mojisura himself, so as to avoid everything happening too fast and confusing the onlookers. I thought it was just a coincidence.
The collapse was inevitable, and the stiff and withered limbs of the dry deer kept shaking. They were all suppressed by an extreme and violent force, and they fell one after another at the foot of the invisible cliff.
However, since ancient times, steel has been extremely easy to break, and strong winds and violence cannot escape the entanglement behind it. The appearance of the Vajra Warrior of King Moxisura has not broken away from the shackles of the Mist Road Tour Cui Kingdom. On the contrary, these blood-red substances like worm threads instantly differentiated into more Multiple lines were winding towards him.
In the twisting, insect-like horror, there seems to be an extremely sharp howl before death echoing, trying to swallow up the king of Moxisura and take him away from this world completely, and in that bright red place, it looks like a wedding. In the scene where the clothes looked like dried blood, there seemed to be a woman's figure dancing in the distance, forming a strange and tragic picture.
The limbs of King Mochisura are tightly tied. Once the tiny worm threads touch the skin, they will divide into even smaller branches and be firmly rooted into the skin of King Mochisura, making every limb look like The rupture of capillaries, blockage and bleeding are generally terrifying. Even if King Mahasura has great power, he cannot escape from the hands of these mistletoes.
"It's just the vagina."
The next moment, countless threads emerged from the black jeweled crown of King Mojisura, just like the dark and thick hair coming to life, woven into a black robe covering his naked body.
I saw King Mochisura stretching his arms, as if shaking the bell in the void, and then suddenly and without warning, he turned his head 180 degrees, with a terrifying force that almost turned his head off. Posture, open your eyes wide and look into the depths of Wulu Youcui Country!
At this time, the vibrations in the void were even stronger than the two-headed god Karan, and the soul-stirring sound of the tambourine began to sound out of thin air. The wormhole that appeared in the world on the Fog Road in Youcui Country seemed to have encountered a strong stimulus - - The light emitted from the eyes of the King of Mochisura was like a sharp sword that pierced through countless overlapping and twisted space materials, but cut off countless squirming and struggling bright red worm threads. Wulu Youcui Country began to shrink as if it was stimulated. , evolved into a long and narrow shape, just like the gate of Xuanfei, as King Moxisura said.
"ah!!!"
Pinzhao, who was dragging Master Anren back with all his strength, seemed to notice something strange. Then he raised his head, opened his eyes wide, let out a painful howl, and looked straight at Wulu Youcui Country.
From his position, it was unclear how scary the expression of King Mochisura was to scare away the strange and bizarre Wulu Yucuiguo, but the restraint beyond his body made him vomit blood continuously, and Pinzhao covered his mouth in disbelief. , but couldn't stop the blood from dyeing the monk's clothes red like a torrent——
Because at this time, not only was he vomiting blood in his mouth, but all parts of Pinzhao's face were bleeding, and it rolled down on the rocky ground in a weird and dripping way!
Only Jiang Wen and Luo Shuang'er, who were standing on the edge of the cliff, could clearly see King Moxi Shura. At this time, it was no longer the majestic face of King Miaobao. You Cuiguo looks even more terrifying!
Those are two completely different kinds of horror.
The horror of traveling in the green country on a foggy road is a great sorrow caused by death, resentment, lingering, and obsession. If someone has seen the deceased lingering on the bed for many years, and finally died unwillingly, maybe he can be filled with blood there. In the pupils, the tight cheeks, and the ferocious corners of the mouth, one can detect one ten thousandth of the horror of Yu Cui Country on the Fog Road.
The horror displayed by the King Mochisura is that he was born to be trapped by diseases, hunger, wars, disasters, and other kinds of diseases, and he was accompanied by the most sad and hateful things in the world. He eventually fell into breaking the precepts and degenerating, killing, stealing, lust, and arrogance. The abyss of taboo sin, the horror of no return.
This Dharma picture is filled with the strongest anger in the world. He has never seen light, and has never understood darkness, just because all living beings are destined to be swallowed up by the fate like an abyss, so the Dharma picture shows what He has understood. A heart of "compassion" that goes against family ethics but is consistent with cognition!
The mouth of this image began to open suddenly, and gradually became as big as the sky and the earth. His upper lip was as broad as the sky, and his lower lip was as boundless as the earth. The three eyes on his face emitted light as dazzling as the sun. The sound of "Hum" is like the sound of thunder resounding through the sky, swallowing up Wulu Youcui Country in one gulp.
The countless worm threads that originally entangled the king of Mochisura have now become a burden that cannot be escaped. The blood is flowing back from the countless worm threads to the dense black robe of the king of Mochisura, giving this body The strange robe was dyed with a hint of bright red.
A terrifying and sharp howl sounded from Pinzhao's mouth, and also rose from the wormhole of Wulu Youcuiguo. As the blood flowed back, Wulu Youcuiguo began to become pale and weak. He tried to shrink and escape from here, but was pulled by the worm threads. After all, it was difficult to move forward.
At this moment, Pinzhao stumbled towards Wulu Youcuiguo, and his thin body blocked the deafening thunder of King Moxisura.
The eyes that were blind due to bleeding could not see the horrific Dharma, the ears that were deaf due to bleeding could not hear the thunderous thunder, and the trachea that was blocked due to bleeding made Pinzhao about to stop breathing through the mouth and nose. The little monk who could turn into a blood gourd worked hard. He tore off the worm threads with both arms and tried desperately to pull away the thousands of threads, but all had little effect. Instead, the bright red blood rolling down his body continued to sprinkle on Wulu Youcui Country, restoring a trace of his health. strength.
Faced with such an act of using a mantis' arm as a chariot, Wulu Youcuiguo, who was like a female ghost, finally accumulated enough energy, and the wailing came from the wormhole again, and then the warrior cut off the wriggling worm threads in an instant like a broken arm, turning into a bloody mist floating in the sky. On the edge of the cliff, he seemed ready to escape.
But the remaining part of the insect silk was caught by Pinzhao, so it firmly attracted the young monk Pinzhao. In just the blink of a breath, it completely sucked him into a hideous-looking mummy, and then traveled on the foggy road to Cui Country. With this mummy, he suddenly floated down the cliff and disappeared completely into the withered clouds and mist that suddenly rose outside Huashou Rock, leaving only a vague trace of tragic blood.
Pinzhao's death came so suddenly that Jiang Wen and Luo Shuang'er stared at each other. No one thought that this little monk who had tried so hard to avoid Wulu Youcui Country would choose to never be separated from Wulu Youcui Country at this moment. People even began to wonder if they were experiencing hallucinations—perhaps Pinzhao just had hallucinations due to excessive blood loss and jumped off the cliff in a frenzy and died.
Legend has it that an Arhat comes by cloud every day and goes to Huashoumen to pay homage to Lord Kassapa. The clouds and mist that rise up in the mountains and dissipate as soon as he breathes are the Arhat's wind-sleeved clothes. Today is the time again unknowingly.
King Mojisura suddenly stood up wearing a black robe, his eyes looking in all directions. The heavy fog in the valley was slowly rising, and the blazing sun in the sky was about to jump into the clouds. Suddenly, layers of bright Buddha light bloomed on Huashou Rock. For a moment, all I could see was the golden mountain. Regardless of the magic light, Buddha light, self-view or other views, evil and good were mixed together.
This deadly fight is not only between Jiang Wen, Anren and Moxi Shura Tianwang, but now the entire Jizu Mountain is against him.
As if being inspired by something, Luo Shuang'er suddenly stood up at this moment, her eyes fixedly looking at the dark pupils of the Heavenly King Moxisura, with a golden light in his eyes that could not be concealed.
The Buddha's light reflected in the sky reflected by the two standing figures was thousands of billions of times brighter than the sun and the moon. Their eyes were completely filled with this light, and they entered a realm of mystery and mystery with the spirit surpassing the form. Immediately, King Moxisura bravely revealed the Vajra Dharma again and fought with the God of the Lingtai in Luo Shuang'er's eyes.
Luo Shuang'er's figure showed a platinum color in the Buddha's light. As her figure danced slowly, she transformed into a giant spirit god with bear skin on her palms and four golden eyes. She ran towards him with a wild and ferocious attitude, holding a sword and a shield. The bronze gun was raised high, intending to hit the king of Moxisura with thunderous force - this was the god of Fangxiang who used his room to drive away epidemics in ancient times!
"What an amazing visualization."
King Moxisura praised slowly, but under the background of his weird accent, such praise also seemed meaningful. He seemed to be acknowledging Luo Shuang'er's uniqueness, but he also felt that it was nothing more than that.
"Black-robed King Kong, get up!"
King Mojisura roared low, and the black crown turned into a black robe without wind, and floated in the air. The terrifying and angry look that made people's hearts tremble just now appeared again, and he faced the golden four without fear. The purpose is to drive away the epidemic and the evil god roars.
"Baishui Ligui Gate, open!"
As Heavenly King Moxisura chanted again, the dark wind blew up on Huashou Rock, and countless suppressed ghosts and demons seemed to emerge from his body. At this time, they surged around in accordance with his command, reflecting into the light of Buddha in the sky. The wisps of black that were so thick that they couldn't be melted were blocked by the resistance on the bronze gun that was about to fall.
"One hundred civil and military deities in the Bardo, accomplished!"
With the angry black-robed Vajra as the center, and the white water that expelled the nine demons and suppressed the ten powerful ghosts as the base of the altar, all kinds of loud noises suddenly appeared in the Buddha's light, and intense light bloomed. Only the forty-two silent deities and the fifty-two wrathful deities were visible. With its "self-awareness and emergence," the Buddha's shadows appeared one by one in the mandala built with its own nature, occupying all the Buddha's light in the sky, overlooking the God of Fangxiang!
In such a strange situation, Luo Shuang'er is still fighting to the death with King Moxisura in the Buddha's light. Every second will be a matter of life and death!
The golden light of the bronze sword did not diminish at all, and it continued to strike at the black-robed Vajra transformed by the king of Moxi Shura. Luo Shuang'er knew that everything was an illusion. Since she had the upper hand, as long as she could subdue and destroy the anger of the original consciousness visualization King Kong can break the mandala set up by the king of Moxisura.
With a roar and a moo, the black-robed Vajra held his head with his left hand, full of blood, and raised his three halberds with his right hand, unleashing poison. The left and right sides tried to block the attack, but the bronze spear of the God of Fang Xiang was extremely sharp and cut off the magic weapon in an instant. With his arm, he hit the black crown on the head of the black-robed King Kong hard!
The light in the Buddha's light flashed wildly, but everything was too late. Jiang Wen guessed that the reason why King Moxisura dared to give up the first move and face the enemy was because the time it took for Luo Shuang'er to make one move was enough for him to finish three moves - —Faced with such a gap, the so-called first-mover advantage is just a flaw baleq that is struggling to survive.
During the life-and-death battle between Buddha's Light, Jin Ge suddenly cut through the coat of Black-robed King Kong and cut off both of Black-robed King Kong's arms. However, it was only then that Luo Shuang'er discovered that the opponent still had a pair of arms besides the severed arms. Hidden deep in the robe, these two palms were silently and compassionately joined together in the shape of worshiping the Buddha. At this moment, the robe of Karma was broken and emerged, and it turned from a four-armed Vajra into a two-armed Vajra.
The moment the black crown was hit by a strike, it instantly emitted infinite Buddha light representing perfect and immeasurable wisdom. It was only then that the ultimate pure form of the deity emerged from the skin full of killing and anger. The black-robed Vajra For a moment, the true nature of Samantabhadra Tathagata was revealed. After giving up the power of destroying the heavens, he had the intention to take over all the Buddhas, and finally achieved perfection!
"The birth of Samantabhadra King Tathagata will fundamentally destroy the Vajra Hell. It's you who lost."
At this time, hundreds of civil and military deities in the bardo chanted the name of Samantabhadra in unison, causing the three realms of Buddha's light to shake and shatter at the same time. During the Sanskrit chant, all heretics were destroyed in an instant, shaking the body of the God of Fang Xiang again and again.
As the black-robed Vajra transformed into the main Buddha of this mandala, the four seas and continents in the city were as stable as Mount Sumeru, and the Vajra World actually broke the golden arm of the God of Fang Xiang on the spot!
Dark clouds covered the sky, and the Buddha's light on the peak suddenly dimmed. The consciousness in Luo Shuang'er's eyes was intermittent, and the platinum figure in the Buddha's light also tended to scatter. Luo Shuang'er also fell backwards. Fortunately, Jiang Wen caught him steadily and brought him down. On the ground.
"Your Excellency has been watching for a long time, just to test my background. Now that all your methods have been exhausted, it's time for you to take action."
The king of Moxi Shura revealed Jiang Wen's intention of watching with cold eyes. He stood there and looked at the surrounding areas, as if he was determined to remove all obstacles with his strength. At this time, he didn't pay attention to anything.
But Jiang Wen had no intention of taking action. When he saw the other party speaking, Jiang Wen's first choice was not to draw his sword and confront him. Instead, he sat down cross-legged in a literate manner and started chatting with the other party ten steps away. His demeanor was so friendly that he looked like he was greeting friends from afar.
"I am loved by my colleagues in the world, and I am called the 'Gentleman's Sword'. It is because I am a gentleman, and I always talk but don't do anything. I haven't asked for advice yet. I don't know where this behavior comes from."
King Mojisura also sat down cross-legged, borrowing the usually humble and courteous face of King Miaobao to speak, but his whole body showed a diamond-like sharpness and bravery. He even stopped using his hands and seemed to have an absolute command over verbal exchanges. confidence.
"I came here today simply because I wanted to kowtow at the flower head gate and pay homage to the Venerable Kassapa. When the World Honored One picked up flowers and Kassapa smiled, I, a disciple of the Buddha, want to see something wonderful, but I don't know what's wrong with this, and why do you stop me? "
Jiang Wenque looked back at Huashou Shimen in surprise, then at King Moxisura, and said with a very puzzled look.
"Smiling while holding flowers? Is this happening in the world?"
King Moxisura smiled slightly and said.
"This is a public case in my Buddhist sect. At the beginning, the World-Honored One held flowers and showed them to the public at the Lingshan meeting. At that time, everyone was silent, except for the Venerable Kassapa with a broken face and a smile. The World-Honored One said: 'I have the Dharma Eye, and the wonderful mind of Nirvana. It has no appearance, a subtle Dharma door, no written text, and it is taught separately and taught by Maha Kassapa."
But Jiang Wen said even more regretfully: "How can these nonsense be taken seriously?"
King Moxisura frowned, as if he no longer wanted to pay attention to this ignorant person, but he didn't expect Jiang Wen to continue speaking like a barrage of firecrackers.
"As far as I know, in the "Jingde Chuandeng Lu" and "Zutang Ji" written in the Northern Song Dynasty, there is no such saying about holding flowers and smiling. It only mentions that the Buddha lived for forty-nine years and later told his disciples Mahakassapa: With my pure Dharma eyes, I have a wonderful mind of Nirvana. The reality is without form, and the subtle Dharma will be given to you. You should protect the words of '."
"I previously stayed at the Sidan Zen Temple and looked through the Tripitaka. I also discovered that the story of 'Nianhua Smiling' has never been seen in Buddhist scriptures other than the Zen Lantern Record. It was clearly compiled by later generations and gradually processed until the Southern Song Dynasty. Chunxi’s ten-year-old "Lianlan Hui Yao" produced the version you just spoke of."
"From all the evidence, and from its construction, we can tell that the smiling face is obviously a profound allusion deliberately fabricated by the Song Dynasty people who borrowed the Taoist meaning of 'big sound and sound', so why are you wasting your time?"
The expression of King Mochisura gradually changed from anger to deep thought, and finally fell into a frown, and he retorted.
"I didn't expect that your Excellency is well versed in Buddhist scriptures. You must also know that the fifth volume of "The Eyes of Man and Heaven" in the 15th year of Chunxi quoted "Zongmen Miscellaneous Records", mentioning that Wang Anshi once saw "Nianhua Smiling"..."
Jiang Wen laughed and picked up the topic instantly.
"What you are talking about is Wang Jinggong's bragging. He once came across three volumes of "The Great Brahma King Asked the Buddha's Questioning Sutra" in Hanyuan of the inner palace. Not only did he read the record of the World Honored One sitting on his seat, holding flowers and showing it to the public, but he also specifically said that this sutra talks about the emperor's affairs. Buddha, I would like to ask, why is it so secret that no one in the world knows about it?”
"Let's not talk about how much water there is in such a winding quotation. Let's just say that when Wang Jinggong specifically said that this scripture was secretly hidden, his tone was not like that of a village man gossiping. 'My friend saw this with his own eyes', but never mentions who this friend is - the more logical patches are applied like this, the more guilty the writer appears."
Jiang Wen seemed to still have some unfinished thoughts and continued, "Let's talk about this "King of Brahma Asks the Buddha's Questions Sutra". Although it has not been passed down in the world, I have seen this so-called 'sutra' in Fuso Japan. It contains not only the text The meaning is shallow, and it is also mixed with words such as the interpretation of the Five Seasons and Eight Religions, the division of phases, and the division of self-nature that are unique to the Central Plains. It is clearly the work of the Fusang people after they learned Buddhism from the Tiantai Sect of the Tang Dynasty, and they pretended to be done by the people of Western Tianzhu. Even though Wang Jinggong It’s natural to know all kinds of things but fail to focus, so you’ll be cheated occasionally.”
King Moxisura was stunned for a long time. He did not expect that he would be caught off guard here, but suddenly his demeanor suddenly changed and he burst into laughter.
"Your Excellency is indeed well-informed and eloquent, and I was almost seduced by you. The purpose of my coming here today is not to test the authenticity of the smile while holding flowers!"
"As you said, before the Buddha passed away, he handed over his mantle and bowl to Maha Kassapa, and Venerable Kassapa presided over the assembly of the Tripitaka. What's wrong with me coming to pay homage? Why do you need to argue that a white horse is not a horse? "
After all, King Mojisura was not fooled by Jiang Wen. He quickly realized that the flaw in Jiang Wen's argument was that "a white horse is not a horse", and wanted to rely on the "white horse and a smile" to induce the other party to think that worshiping Kasyapa was useless. And leave.
Once he fails in quoting scriptures, the best way at this time is to retreat in order to advance. When King Moxisura jumped out of this argument and no longer obsessed with details, Jiang Wen's purpose was defeated.
"Haha, you are really smart and discerning, but there is one more thing, do you understand?"
Jiang Wen continued without arrogance or impatience, "Master Tripitaka recorded in "The Records of the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty": 'Kasyapa accepted the decree to preside over the Dharma, and after gathering together, in the twentieth year, he became tired of the world and was about to enter death, so he went to Jizu Mountain.' It is said that after the Buddha's nirvana, Venerable Kassapa did not enter nirvana, but chose to enter Jizu Mountain and enter samadhi. He hid in the cave and the mountains merged with themselves."
"But the Jizu Mountain mentioned by Master Sanzang is the Qijue Mountain in Western India. It is also called because it has three peaks that rise straight up and look like chicken feet. In fact, there are many eagles on this mountain, and its real name should be Ling. Jiu Shan, transliterated as Qi Juanjue! What is the benefit of coming to this Binchuan wilderness?!"
Although this matter is a little hard to accept, the situation is very obvious. How could Kassapa, a disciple of Sakyamuni two thousand years ago, come to Yunnan, which was still a country at that time, and choose to stay in meditation and wait for the birth of the new Buddha? Isn't this going the other way?
Jiang Wen, who comes from a later generation, is very aware of this matter. At the same time, he is also better able to jump out of the immediate limitations and look at the numerous problems objectively.
The Yunnan Jizu Mountain at the foot was originally called Jiuqu Mountain. Before the Ming Dynasty, it was called Jiuqu Mountain or Jiuzhongyan Mountain. It was not until the Dali Qishu "Baigu Tongji" between the Yuan and Ming dynasties that Jiuqu Mountain was first renamed Jizu Mountain. Buddhist historical materials clearly record that Jizu Mountain is in India, and it is self-evident which one is true and which is false.
This is why the temples on Jizu Mountain, although they all claim to have a long history, are actually respected by newly built temples like Sidtan Temple——
Some of the Buddhist buildings on Jizu Mountain were built in the Tang Dynasty. However, due to the small number of people in the temple and its lack of reputation, by the Jingtai period of the Ming Dynasty, "there were still no complete Buddhist texts". Thanks to the publication of "Baigu Tongji", Dali was described as the land of Miaoxiang Buddha and Jizu Mountain was the monastery of Lord Kasyapa. The situation changed fundamentally, and countless monks and laypeople came to the place in droves. Looking at the source in this way, what can we be proud of if we take fifty steps and laugh at a hundred steps?
Jiang Wen smiled and looked at the Heavenly King Mochisura. His logical chain was already very complete. The Jizu Mountain under his feet was a lie. Of course, it was also false that the Venerable Kassapa hid in Huashou Rock. So today, the Heavenly King Mochisura Coming to the mountain with a killing spree is the most ridiculous thing in the world!
King Moxisura took a deep breath and pursed his lips. He seemed to have been refuted by Jiang Wen's remarks, but there was a faint smile on his face, and his expression seemed more like he had seen through the other party's disguise. A wise man doesn't even bother to criticize the other party's mistakes.
"It turns out that I misjudged you. You actually learned Buddhism chapter by chapter from "Bai Gu Tong Ji". This is just a waste of seeds and cannot realize Bodhi..."
King Moxisura continued to speak, the firmness and determination in his eyes did not change at all.
The brief peace was shattered in an instant. The two of them stood up in unison, waved their palms in unison, and collided with each other with the palm force reaching the limit. A deafening sound was emitted, and an astonishing deep pit appeared under their feet. , the stoic earth seemed to be unable to bear such power, and it collapsed into pieces of dust and fell into the abyss.
After using his palms, his body shape changed. Jiang Wen used his strength to cross over from the top of the head of King Moxisura, and then came to the position of Huashou Chongyan where Master Anren was. After taking a foothold, he adjusted his breath erratically for a moment, and finally It eased the deadly boiling inner breath.
"The man in black who broke into Fayun Pavilion that day was indeed you!"
Jiang Wen said in a deep voice, "It's a pity that I didn't expect that your method is so miraculous, that even the body shape and energy channels can be completely different as if you were completely reborn!"
Although the man in black who was in Fayun Pavilion that day used his moves to suppress Master Anren, his skill was not as good as Jiang Wen. If it were a level fight, he would be 100% sure that he would be able to capture the opponent.
But when they met again today, Jiang Wen only felt that the opponent's skill was extraordinary. The internal force of the Yangtze River's triple waves touched the opponent's body, and it was as if it was slapped on the copper skin and iron bones without any feedback. Even how the opponent was How to remove the palm after taking action, such details are not clear.
What's even more amazing is that Jiang Wen can be sure that there is no trace of internal energy in the body of Moxi Shura Tianwang, because at the moment of the fight, Beiming's true energy has already surged through the opponent's meridians and acupuncture points like a wind and a lingering cloud, but it has not been able to bring back a little bit. The harvest brings a little bit of energy to the opponent.
All kinds of unique and bizarre signs can only mean one thing. The king of Mochisura has not cultivated his inner strength, and may have never even practiced martial arts. What he relies on for his strength and agility is a method of integrating inner energy and outer body into one. The unique method of forging fine steel with the furnace, sinews, bones and blood is as natural as the Sakyamuni Elephant Throwing Technique!
What's even more unfortunate is that such a horizontally trained opponent is what Jiang Wen is most afraid of at the moment. Even if he wants to take advantage of his peak first-level success power, he can't match the opponent's steady attack. The outcome of a real attack can only be won within five seconds. The number of five.
Jiang Wen used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms again. The most powerful palm force emerged from the palm along the Rendu and Rendu veins, turning into a shocking roar of wind and thunder and hitting the arm of King Moxisura. The rock cannot remain intact.
But the expression of King Moxi Shura remained unchanged, his arms were turned back to absorb the impact, and then he used his elbow as a fist to withstand Jiang Wen's palm. Despite the wave after wave of Hanshan's internal power, it seemed to be almost perfectly dissolved in him. on the body. The two of them kept the handover posture and competed with each other. The fierceness of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms met their opponents for the first time. The exchanges between the two became faster and faster. The speed was even faster than Jiang Wen's. In a blink of an eye, Again in vain!
"What a strong and fast person! Jiang Mou admires him!"
Just as Jiang Wen was able to hide his clumsiness and defend himself, King Moshan Shura naturally also knew how to hide his strength. After two simple moves, Jiang Wen understood that King Moshan Shura's attainments in martial arts were not weaker than his own, and even To the extent that he has reached the state of transformation and can be picked at his fingertips, such an opponent is unprecedented in terms of means and mentality.
"Why is it now like the damn Baimenlou Queen, everyone is as brave as Lu Bu?!"
Jiang Wen withdrew angrily and returned. King Moxisuluo then put down his arms unnaturally and shook his body slightly, as if what really troubled him was not Jiang Wen's various methods, but the way he moved towards Hua in order to deal with Jiang Wen. Shouyan raised his arms, increasing the pressure he had to bear even if he was standing.
"Your Excellency is said to use words but not hands, but in my opinion, your skills with your hands are not weak at all."
King Moxisura smiled slightly, his face full of pride, as if it was a rare honor for someone in the world to be praised by him.
"Three lifetimes, past and future, ten lifetimes past and present, should be kept in mind. How can you understand? I can clearly recall the situation when the Buddha preached the Great Illusion Net Tantra at Huashou Rock on the Golden Summit of Jizu Mountain. At that time, as one of the disciples of the Buddha, I also participated in it, how could it be false?"
Without these peculiarities, Jiang Wen would only think that Dharma King Miaobao was born with schizophrenia. He split into an arrogant and arrogant personality named King Moxisura at some point. But everything he saw now was forcing He accepted the reality that King Mochisura was a real and real master, and even he could not be underestimated.
Jiang Wen stood there with cold eyes, and kicked Master Anren, who looked miserable, with his toes.
"Master, you still want to pretend to be dead? You have already tested it to this point. You should know something, right?"
The old monk whose life or death was unknown in front of Huashouyan slowly supported his body and said in an extremely weak voice, "Donor Jiang seems to think too highly of the old monk. I really almost died just now."
Master Anren sat cross-legged on the ground with difficulty. The broken bones on his body were still in a deformed shape. He only had a breath of true energy to protect his heart and spoke with difficulty.
"This demon is familiar with the tradition of 'holding flowers and smiling' during the Chunxi period, and because "Baigu Tongji" identifies Jizu Mountain as Kassapa's dojo, he was obviously born after the Southern Song Dynasty, and his accent is specious, neither south nor north, and He should have been born before the Ming Dynasty, so he should have been born in the Yuan Dynasty."
Jiang Wen turned to look at Master An Ren.
"Master, I asked you to analyze, not to use your strange power to confuse the gods. Do you really think that the other party will be an ancient man who has resurrected his corpse? Or is he really the King of Moxi Shura in his mouth?"
Master An Ren looked at Jiang Wen angrily.
"Donor Jiang, since you deliberately used allusions just now to find out the identity of this demon, you must have the same doubts as me, so why bother making fun of him?"
Jiang Wen laughed helplessly, and could only temporarily accept these things that subverted his cognition.
Although the king of Mochisura in front of him was extremely resourceful and persevering, he still exposed some information under Jiang Wen's series of schemes. As Master Anren said, Jiang Wen actually used some inconspicuous allusions on purpose. Provoke and test the other party, with the ultimate goal of confirming the other party's identity.
Some things are like counterfeiting. People can fake antiques to look like things from the past, but it is impossible to fake an Apple mobile phone at the end of the 19th century. This is a gap that neither knowledge nor practice can cross. In this way, no matter how much King Mochisura hides it, his speech and behavior cannot escape the influence of the times he lives in.
But a new question came. How could Jiang Wen admit that this was a person who originally existed in the Yuan Dynasty and was now standing in front of him after coming back to life?
Jiang Wen has always refused to admit that there are ghosts in the world and reincarnation after death, and he does not want to pursue immortality or live as long as the sky, because being able to die is a kindness to any race. And positive ability.
Let’s not talk pretentiously about the loneliness and sorrow of immortals. The genetic mutation of organisms on this planet is essentially a genetic error. By relying on trial and error and natural elimination, biological populations that adapt to the environment are preserved. This becomes evolution, to be precise, evolution.
At this time, death is a necessity for the race, because evolution cannot be achieved for a single generation of organisms, so organisms use the method of reproduction to make new genes more adaptable to new environmental changes.
If the DNA telomeres of organisms can perfectly replicate themselves, they can indeed live forever, but the price is that they cannot evolve and become the bottom of the biological chain.
Take, for example, the lighthouse jellyfish. In the era when the lighthouse jellyfish first appeared and achieved immortality in disguise, there was no such diverse biosphere. It was still the period when the Precambrian and the Sinian overlapped, a period of fungi and algae organisms, and plankton and small fish The lighthouse jellyfish, which feeds on shellfish, was a predator at that time. But the price of immortality is that evolution has stopped, and the lighthouse jellyfish has completely fallen to the bottom of the biological chain.
Based on this theory, the so-called immortal soul is logically invalid and meaningless. Because the soul is the product of conservatism. When the body has become useless, the old will be eliminated. As long as no genes in the world are perfect, then eternal life will be equal to the imperfection that will always be incomplete.
Thanks to his solid logical thinking, Jiang Wen was vaguely aware of all the problems when there was a conflict between his perception and what he saw.
Everything seems to have happened at the moment when His Holiness came into contact with the Avatamsaka Sutra, that is, the moment when he opened the "terma" in his mouth - or it should be said that the character of "My Holiness" His birth is in the dark and inextricably related to the "terma". Is it this "terma" that guides and drives him to do everything?
From another perspective, can this "terma" be considered as a "copy of personality" separated from the outside world? For example, can some eminent monks and lamas in Tibet use certain rituals to peel off and create such a copy of their personality?
Or, is it to give a copy of the personality to a descendant whose brain band is compatible with it, and then slowly copy itself until it completely takes over the body? !
In this case, it is not a soul invasion.
Because after the spirit and self-will are tortured to the point of madness and dissolution, the human body is just a container. The outside world can use continuous brainwashing methods to infuse complex knowledge, and finally input perfect and rigorous memes for self-replication and evolution. Create a person with "exactly the same" memories, habits, and ways of thinking from the level of will.
Such speculation seems to be more convincing than soul reincarnation.
Many clues that emerged in Jiang Wen's mind seemed to point to this speculation, such as why the rumored opening of the hidden hidden treasure would occur after a high fever or severe mental stimulation, and why the probability of it happening to children is much higher than that of adults.
Maybe a long time ago, there was a mysterious sect that was older than Tibetan Buddhism, maybe it was Brahmanism or Buddhism that spread secretly in Nepal, or maybe it was the Bon religion that was born like a shadow on the snowy plateau. They were in the process of destruction and rebirth. Faced with the shock, he chose to use the inheritance of various initiations, practices, and rituals to be burned and circulated by the "tertön". Using this technique to complete a task that a single generation of life cannot complete, it also makes certain knowledge fundamentally impossible. May be destroyed by disappearance!
The instruction left by the "Copy of Personality" received by Dharma King Miaobao is to unlock the knowledge hidden in the Avatamsaka Sutra, and then completely activate the will of "King Mojisura" and come Come to Huashou Chongyan on Jizu Mountain and worship the legendary Lord Kassapa!
"After Dharma King Miaoba revealed his terma, he actually led to such a powerful enemy of the Buddha. Even if the old monk was shattered to pieces, he would not be able to escape the blame..."
Master An Ren is obviously using different methods, but he is also restoring the story of the matter in the same way as Jiang Wen, but his obsession is more focused on what he saw when the yellow sand filled the sky.
"It is said that when the "Naropa Six Achievement Methods" were created by the Venerable Tilopa, in addition to the three methods of the mundane path of convenience, namely the mundane fire, the illusory body, and the lower light, the three methods of the path of liberation, namely the dream state, the bardo, and the transfer of consciousness. , it is said that there are two major methods of double luck and body seizing, but in fact it should be the "Naropa Eighth Dharma"!"
"But the old monk did not expect that the real amendment of the achievement of the achievement was to create a body of granting and double transportation. Retrieve the three methods, transport the arm as the arm! "
There is no need to explain the word "grabbing". This translation has easily explained everything, and "double transportation" is originally the meaning of "two methods of practice". This term is not the invention of Tantra. It is also widely used, such as sadness and wisdom, the dual transportation of the body, the dual transportation of the body and the body, the double luck of the observation, the wisdom and the convenience of double transportation, seeing the dual transportation, and so on.
Jiang Wenli immediately translated and understood the words of An Ren's words, which is the real path of the six laws, lies in how to use the two ways to use the lost pass.
For example, first use the method of "double transportation" to create schizophrenia, steal the management authority of the body, and let the left and right brains practice the three methods of the upper and lower brains at the same time, but the body does not know. , I am a Buddha in my own time!
"Master An Ren, saying that Miao Bao Fa is no longer in the world, so what is this person in front of him? Why did he make such a weird move by relying on 'Fu Zang"? "
The people of An Ren sighed deeply and looked at Jiang Wen's eyes a little despair.
"Jiang Shizhu, you must also see before that the natural demon kingdom of this Jizu Mountain is made by the three poisons of the world's greed and infatuation. Among them, the deeper the obsession, the more mana is boundless. Right now, the demon has spanned hundreds of years. Naturally, no one can match his dedication. I am afraid of it today! "
Not far away, Luo Tianwang's eyes narrowed, and seemed to enjoy this kind of fearing atmosphere. After listening to the words of the words of Master Anren, it was just a bit of the word "this demon" that he said. dissatisfied.
"Hundreds of years have passed in the world, and the vicissitudes of the sea are really ..."
The king of the Moji Shou Luo looked at the distance with his back, with a trace of desolation of the world. At that moment, the back of the back was printed with the omentum. The rivals of Buddhist doors that come across hundreds of years.
"The two inferences are not bad at all, and there is only one point of deviation. I did read" Bai Gu Tong Ji ", but I also took the lead in the book and perceived the clues. Then I scattered this chicken foot in all seas. , Cafei Dao Farm ... "
The tone of sighing emotion can't cover all the intentions of everything. The words in the mouth of the king of Mo Yan have set off a rumor of storms in the mind of Anren. At this time, he wanted to put together countless clues together together. But he changed to himself suspecting his judgment.
The master of An Ren had no Zen master, and he once showed him the unknown Fu Tianxi. The words of the words were all directed at a obscure, but destined to come.
In the early years, Emperor Hongwu became a monk in the early years. He was as deep as everything that might inspire this history. Only he hiding Fu Tian Xi's playback in the palace. The palace people also witnessed Hongwu quietly read the playbook late at night, and wrote countless annotations, but in the early morning, all were applied to the irreversible.
At this time, An Ren was very clear. Those who deliberately spread the names of the Buddha in the world in the world are indeed a people of the Yuan Dynasty, and they are also people of Buddhism. The possibility of being recognized.
"Could it ... you just ..."
He desperately wanted to deny this guess, but now the premise of guess, plus the other party buried "Fu Zang" in the "Huayan Da Yue Book", the scope gradually reduced to the recording and recording Scriptures -that is, the intersection of Xixia and Yuan Dynasty, Helan Mountain Yunyan Ci En Temple, Master Salmon Hui Jue, and his disciples!
"Are you the former Yuan Dynasty master who drives Song Seng into the mountains to find death ..."
The people of An Ren were shocked to pointed at the king of Mo Yan, and his hands trembled to difficult to restrain. Even if the wound was involved in the pain, he turned a blind eye, and the sound changed to Jiang Wen's sideways.
"... King Shouluo?!"
Jiang Wen was confused by this shock. As mentioned earlier, the king of Mo Yan drove Song Seng to death, and there was no doubt that the original creator who left the curse of "no real Buddha, no liberation" cursed, and harmed countless monks who died in despair, but the next supplement made Jiang Wenwen Some couldn't touch my head, and then looked at the king of Mo Yan Shou Luo, and asked unknownly.
"Oh? Is King Shou Luo famous?"
Jiang Wen only felt that his name was a bit familiar, but he still didn't notice the same difference in his heart. He wanted to say that some such as winning rate was 10 %, and he had 50 % of his words. The name is quite familiar, and whispered.
"Master, the name of King Shou Luo, I seem to have listened to a veteran priest in Wu Yishan once said ... Is he very powerful?"
An Ren grabbed Jiang Wen's trouser legs in one hand and said nervously.
"It's amazing! Shou Luo king is born in Xixia Party. He worshiped Master Xixia and his party. He was the first master of Qianyuan. He used to wash the Central Plains Wulin with blood, which made the rivers and lakes suffer from suffering. Yang Yan Zhenga, who is a monk in Jiangnan, is also a desperate person. Once ... "
Jiang Wen raised his hand to stop the continued description of the Shangren of An Ren, and said gloomyly.
"Needless to say anymore, the thieves stole the emperor's tomb theft, making adult bone Gabara bowls, and it hurts the righteous and hate finally in Fuzhou City. Good class! "
Jiang Wen vaguely remembered that Yuan Huazi once said that his ancestors defended the peak of the curtains after the Song died, which was killed by Luo Chunyi and King Shou Luo, which caused the entire hidden world to be in a slump. After several years, it will appear in front of himself because of fate.
"Master, the famous figure of King Shou Luo, why did the news on his rivers and lakes spread very little? Instead, there are people like your Buddhist doors like you?"
The people of An Ren patiently explained: "This demon comes from the high vision, claiming to be the king of the king of Mo Yan. It is the king of the Shouluo. "
Jiang Wen nodded and understood that this was because the other party's claiming to be too narcissistic, and he made it clear that he wanted to call himself. Even if he was named him as a national teacher, he was embarrassed to use the name of the gods and Buddhas. Come to abbreviation.
The people of An Ren continued: "However, the Sanskrit sound is too obscure, and the people in the rivers and lakes do not understand the word Luo Luo. …”
Jiang Wen touched his chin and hesitated for a moment, spit out the name he thought of in his mind, and inadvertently thought of the number of martial arts roads in the other party, and his mind immediately fell into a state that was more chaotic and shocked than the people of Anren ...
"Is it ... King of Xiaoyao?" (This chapter is over)
