The staff moved a touchstone to the stage, and everyone looked at Wuhua to see what kind of genetic technique he was going to perform.
Wu Hua grew cleanly, and even though she had a bald head, she looked even more delicate. After giving a slight salute to the audience, she said: "The genetic technique I am demonstrating for you is called "Flower Finger"."
As soon as Wu Hua said this, many princes and nobles in Yue Zhi Narrow were a little stunned.
"Nianhua Finger" is very famous, but it is famous because this fingering method is very popular among Buddhists, and almost every Buddhist can use it.
The purpose of the exchange meeting is to introduce the old and bring out the new, but Wuhua actually performs something as popular as finger-twisting, which can't help but make people a little disappointed.
"Wuhua Buddha, although the flower-twisting technique of the Buddhists is amazing, we have seen it many times, so it seems there is no need to perform it again, right?" Someone in the audience said, which immediately aroused a chorus of approval.
Wuhua smiled slightly and said calmly: "The purpose of the exchange meeting is to introduce the old and bring out the new. Wuhua is stupid and has no ability to create new technologies on his own, so he had to put in some stupid effort and made a little bit of small work on the basis of the Hua Finger. Small changes may make you smile, and Wuhua will be satisfied."
Hearing what Wuhua said, everyone became curious, and someone shouted: "Then show your finger-twisting quickly and let's see what the difference is."
"Amitabha." Wuhua proclaimed the Buddha's name and walked to the touchstone. He didn't see any power emanating from him. He just stretched out his right thumb and pressed one finger on the stone wall of the touchstone.
The princes and nobles in and out of the court stretched their necks, wanting to see how powerful Wu Hua's flower-twisting fingers were.
But Wuhua's finger only pressed in for more than an inch. Even an ordinary baron could do this.
Just when everyone was puzzled, they saw Wuhua's fingers wandering over the touchstone, and he immediately wrote a word on the touchstone.
Only then did everyone realize that what Wuhua wanted to demonstrate was not his destructive power, but writing with his fingers.
It's just that they still don't understand. No matter how well the handwriting is written, what does it have to do with the power of the flower finger? The baron can do it with the strength of his fingers to break stones, and no advanced skills are required.
As soon as the word "无花" started to be written, the whole person's aura suddenly changed. He was exuding a strong aura, like an immovable Pluto standing in the wind and falling flowers.
Drawing it out with one finger, it feels like flowers are withering and dead leaves are falling.
"As soon as a flower blooms, the world will be destroyed..." One word after another was drawn out from Wuhua's finger. Originally, the finger was supposed to be an elegant and agile gene technique, but when Wuhua used it, everyone felt as if they were in the same place. In the lonely scene where all the flowers are in bloom and the endless falling trees are rustling, one can feel a sense of despair and fear, which is completely different from the finger-twisting flowers seen in the past.
Some young people with weak willpower have turned pale, as if they have become old people who are dying, or flowers that are about to wither, and they have a terrible feeling that they are dying.
Even the disciples of Yuexiayuan looked a little ugly.
"What an amazing artistic conception. How could he have such an amazing artistic conception at such a young age?" Du Lishe said with an ugly expression.
Heigang said coldly: "The Buddhists have a way to enlighten their wisdom. That Buddha Wuhua must have received wisdom from a king. If my guess is correct, the king who enlightened him should be King Kurong Buddha."
Rebecca, the eldest daughter of the Moon Wheel King, said: "Yes, if you calculate the time, King Kurong Buddha passed away two years ago, and Wuhua should have been able to bear the wisdom at that time. And King King Kurong was best at the art of King Kong Rong. This technique, the artistic conception of holding flowers with fingers, contains a profound meaning of withering and glory, and it must have come from King Korong, the Buddha."
"In two years, to be able to comprehend the will and experience left by King Kurong Buddha to this extent, Wuhua himself is indeed powerful." Heigang said.
Rebecca nodded slightly and said nothing more, but her eyes became more solemn.
"Sister, isn't he cheating? He has the will and experience of King Kurong Buddha, but we don't. Who at his age and title can have that kind of artistic conception?" Du Lishe said angrily.
"King Jinghai asked Wuhua Buddha to be the first to take the stage. I'm afraid he didn't want to let anyone compare him to him. We are not good at these things. I'm afraid we have to give in in this one." Rebecca said calmly.
At this time, Wuhua had finished writing the words. He stepped back and stood calmly. The terrifying loneliness in his body had also disappeared.
Only then did the princes and nobles watching from the inside and outside wake up from the artistic conception. They were already breaking out in a cold sweat. Looking at the words on the touchstone still made people feel frightened, as if there was a withering atmosphere spreading on it. .
"What a powerful fingering artistic conception. I have only seen such an artistic conception in a few king-level experts. It is incredible that Wuhua Buddha can have such a powerful artistic conception at such a young age."
"What's so surprising about this? Don't you know that the Buddhists have a way to enlighten their minds? The Buddha King can instill their will and experience into the younger generations. It seems that Wuhua Buddha was enlightened by the Buddha King, so he can have this Such artistic conception.”
"The Buddha's method of enlightening one's mind is really powerful. It's almost like cheating. He has such an artistic conception at such a young age. How much better than us?"
"Every superior clan has its own advantages, and we, the Rebet clan, also have our own advantages. There is no need to underestimate ourselves."
"Although I say this, in this scene, no one in our clan should be able to go up and confirm with the Wuhua Buddha. Where can an ordinary viscount come from such a terrifying mood? Let alone a viscount, even an earl or a marquis. , it’s hard to have such an artistic conception.”
"We are guests from afar, so what if we let them stay for a while."
The princes and nobles were talking a lot, and they were quite envious of the Buddha's wisdom-enlightening skills.
The Buddha without Flowers lowered his head and lowered his ears, standing on the stage and waiting.
Usually at this time, a disciple of the Rebet tribe needs to come up and perform similar genetic techniques to confirm each other with Wuhua Buddha, so as to achieve the purpose of communication and common progress.
It's just that Wuhua Buddha's artistic conception of holding flowers with his fingers is so powerful that among the disciples of Yuexiayuan, there is simply no one who can match him, because there is too much difference, and forcing him to go up will only be more embarrassing.
Du Lishe and other second-generation elites of the Rebet tribe looked at me and I looked at you. When they saw that no one came out, they all sighed inwardly. They also knew that in this regard, the Rebet tribe It is indeed inferior to the Buddhists.
"Are those words so good? Why do I think Han Sen's handwriting is better than his." Qingli looked at the words on the touchstone and murmured to himself.
