Bazeda's strange moves caught Zen Master Guan Xin off guard, and he quickly changed his moves and retreated.
However, he managed to get it right, panicking but not panicking, quickly retreating and then advancing, and his attack became more severe.
His palms are like tigers and tigers, full of energy, showing a deeper inner strength than before.
Guan Xin responded with ease, and Master Guangxin of Tiancheng Temple and others behind him also nodded frequently and said in approval:
"Although Master Guan Xin is young, I didn't expect that this kind and compassionate hand has already been practiced to perfection."
Although Guan Xin's palm became more fierce and forceful, Bazeda's face remained expressionless and unruffled.
He used his hands and feet together, switching his palms and switching his legs. Not only did he receive all the attacks without missing a beat, he also used some body movements that were difficult for ordinary people to do from time to time, forcing Guan Xin to change his posture and move.
After ten moves, Guan Xin has changed from active to passive, gradually falling into the disadvantage.
"Although the compassionate hands of Shengci Temple are strong enough, they are not changeable enough. It is very rare for Monk Guanxin to be able to cope with the yoga skills of this monk for so long..."
Hu Luanjiao on the side was paying close attention to the dismantling and fighting between the two. He picked up the wine bottle and took a few sips, and murmured slowly.
He glanced at Guang Xin who had just spoken, shook his head and continued to Wang Qian:.
"No wonder the black monk Vairocana dares to be so confident.
Don't look at the appearance of these eminent monks. In fact, they only focus on eating fast and chanting sutras on weekdays. They talk about Buddhist precepts and rules, avoid being angry and showing off, and abstain from killing and fighting. Therefore, they pay no attention to the cultivation of skills.
But they don’t know that a Buddha should also have fire, and that a Buddha also needs to practice to be able to eliminate demons and protect the way. "
Wang Qi'an was surprised and said:
"Senior, do you think their martial arts skills are inferior to Zen Master Guan Xin who is on the stage?"
Wang Qi'an saw that they were at least twenty years older than Guan Xin, so their skills should be deeper.
Hu Luanjiao snorted and said disdainfully:
“Although the Central Plains is in chaos, Chengdu is relatively peaceful and has not experienced war for many years.
Therefore, these old monks have become comfortable and unwilling to make progress.
In recent years, the Sichuan and Shu Zen sects have been led by Xinxiang Temple. .
The decline of the Zen sect is evident... It's no wonder that the black monks of the Tibetan Tantric Sect dared to come to our door. "
Wang Qi'an glanced at Zen Master Shengsheng's face, which had not fully recovered, and sighed in his heart, silently agreeing.
At this time, Guan Xin in the field was forced to retreat again. He continued to suffer losses, and his expression became more and more solemn.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the monks behind him became even more silent, with worried faces on their faces.
"I didn't expect that this Guanxin monk, who is not well-known, is quite successful in martial arts. In time, he might become a new generation leader of the Zen sect."
On the contrary, Hu Luanjiao said in a slightly surprised tone when he saw that he had not been defeated despite his support for a long time.
Vairocana, who was at the head, seemed a little dissatisfied when he saw that Bazeda was still unable to establish his power, and he said several Tubo words in succession.
The monk Guanxin's robe suddenly puffed up, his face turned to the sky, and his palms crossed in front of his chest to gain momentum.
"The mind and earth have nothing but self-nature discipline, the mind and earth have no delusion and have self-nature wisdom, the mind and earth have no chaos and have self-nature concentration, neither increase nor decrease has its own vajra, the coming and going of the body is the original samadhi..."
He recited the mantra in his mouth and used almost all his life's energy to maximize the palm power in his hands.
Stepping forward, he first struck out with two palms towards the void on the left and right of Bazeda.
Then his figure sprang forward, his palms constantly changing in the air, and their positions were uncertain.
Bazeda felt a heavy force of energy coming from both sides, making it difficult to dodge, and the middle was full of mind-observing palm prints.
"Hey! This is... Patriarch Huineng's phaseless palm..."
Hu Luanjiao couldn't help being surprised when Guan Xin changed his compassionate hand and used a new palm technique.
Obviously, after seeing Bazeda's tantric skills and deep inner strength, Guan Xin knew that it would be difficult to win no matter how much he had reservations.
He had no choice but to resort to the box-pressing martial arts that he had never used before, Wu Xiangzhang.
This palm technique was discovered in the ancient book "The Tan Sutra Secret Gauge" that he accidentally obtained. Although he had not practiced it for a long time, he found that its power was far more powerful than the unique skill of Shengci Temple, the Great Mercy and Great Compassion Hand. @精品\/书馆*First update~~
Guan Xin only practiced a few moves, and had no intention of exposing this palm technique prematurely. (This chapter is not finished yet!)
Chapter Six The Mysterious Guest (Part 2)
, but today he was forced to do it by Bazeda.
Seeing the sudden increase in the power of Guan Xin's attack, the corners of Bazida's eyes were touched for the first time.
His loud "dong" sound was full of real energy and deafening.
At the moment when the Guanxin Palm Technique was performed, Bazeda's figure flashed and suddenly disappeared on the spot.
He jumped into the air and landed on top of Guan Xin's head. His one foot seemed to be several times larger than the illusion, and he kicked him down.
When Wang Qi'an saw that this monk's skills were probably inferior to those of the four enlightened monks of Samye Temple who attacked him at that time, he couldn't help but worry about observing the mind.
“Tantric Buddhism’s physical training emphasizes that every part of the body can be turned into a weapon.
Therefore, not only are there big handprints, they can also be turned into big footprints, and even the head, shoulders, knees, hips, etc., are all weapons of attack. This must not be known..."
Hu Luanjiao originally only whispered in Wang Qi'an's ear, but now he changed from his normal state and shouted loudly.
When Guan Xin was drunk by Bazeda, he felt his spirit was shaken and his skills were stagnant.
Then the energy in the air was like a mountain pressing down on him, covering him.
Guan Xin's palms were pushed upwards, and Bazeda's legs continued to clash.
Bazida is like a bird of prey, constantly jumping and rolling in the air, sometimes on its head and on its feet, sometimes on its head and on its feet.
As Hu Luanjiao reminded him, the whole body of this person, including his palms and feet, his knees, his head... can be used as unexpected attack weapons.
Under the onslaught of Bazeda's thunderous force, Guan Xin's familiar moves of Wuxiang Palm have been used repeatedly many times.
I couldn't help but secretly sigh that I didn't have enough time to practice this palm technique completely.
Bazeda has seen through Guan Xin's strength, and the offensive can't help but intensify. _o_m
"哚..."
"Wave……"
"Da..."
"yeah……"
Seeing that he was exhausted and at the end of his crossbow, Bazeda issued a series of secret spells, and his figure whirled rapidly, like a ball of red shadow, and hit him.
"Bang...bang..." After a few sounds, the two of them separated. Guan Xin couldn't stop, and kept going backwards.
Just when it was about to fall into its own formation, Zen Master Shengsheng jumped out in a hurry and secretly used his skills to hold it firmly.
"I don't know where this brat learned his Wuxiang Palm. He only knows a few moves back and forth, which makes the old man angry. Otherwise, how could this monk succeed..."
Hu Luanjiao gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, raised the wine bottle, and began to drink "GuluGulu".
"The poor monk Xinxiang Temple presides over Shengsheng, please give me your advice!"
Zen Master Shengsheng saw that Guanxin was defeated, and he also knew that the other temple abbots behind him were not even as good as Guanxin in martial arts.
Although he was unsure, he had to step forward.
Although Bazeda won, he did not look proud and his face was dull.
When he saw Shengsheng walking out, he glanced at him and spoke a few words in Tubo dialect that no one could understand.
"Bazeda said that you are injured. Even if you force the attack, you are no match for him."
Vairocana translated for him.
"Since the master's injury has not healed, why not let Mu Xue take over this one!"
The white shadow of Bai Muxue, the grand master of Xuezhao Palace, moved and floated forward. .
Chapter Six The Mysterious Guest (Part 2)
