Ma Niubi stands proudly, looking in all directions. Needless to say, the result has proved everything, Ma's triangle kills Niubi.
"Ma's Triangle Killing? Can his tricks like playing house really be so powerful?"
"Master Marlboro's strength and cultivation are definitely not weak. How could he be defeated with one move? Can anyone see clearly?"
All the monks below were dumbfounded. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed what was happening in front of them. Wasn't it just inserting a stick and running over to kick people away? Why does Tianyinbo have such power? Tianyinbo belongs to Tianyin Temple. Everyone knows how powerful the public technique is. When did it become so powerful?
"This person has found a new way and modified the Tianyin Wave technique, which has greatly increased its power. Moreover, the method of teleportation through the demon-subduing pestle is also unusual. Even Master Marlboro cannot react. It is by no means easy."
An analyst said.
"Yes, it seems to contain a trace of law power?"
The mourning hall monk of Lingyin Temple also nodded. Although he was just a little Taoist, to be able to come up with such an unspectacular trick was considered a bit clever by the Luohan Temple monk.
"Haha, they are just opportunistic people. They modified my Tianyin Temple's skills and then created this attack method that is like playing house. What is there to show off? It is just embarrassing!"
Master Tianxuan looked cold and sneered at this. In his opinion, such an effect was all due to Tianyinbo, and the monks of Luohan Temple were just playing some tricks!
"Even if it is opportunistic, it is far more powerful than the Tianyin Wave of Tianxuan Temple. If Master Tianxuan is not convinced, you can ask his disciples to go up and give it a try!"
Abbot Juehu was also frightened after seeing Ma's awesome performance.
Good guy, I thought my disciple had lost face, but I didn't expect it to turn around. Ma's Triangle Killing is not child's play, it's quite powerful.
Wanbao Temple is one of the best temples and can defeat a monk from the other side. Based on this alone, you can do business after you return.
"Humph, my temple is not that boring. Come down quickly and don't be embarrassed!"
This wave of operations is really hard to understand, just like the Kung Fu of a three-legged cat. You may say that it is useless at all, but it knocks Marlboro away. But you may say that it is useful, but it is just a trick for playing tricks!
This situation is collectively referred to as half-server. I admit that your trick has some merit, but it’s not that easy to kill us.
"Master Abbot, fortunately, my disciple lived up to his command and successfully suppressed all directions!"
Ma Niubi got off the futon triumphantly and said confidently.
After today, all the temples present will remember his self-created magic.
"Amitabha, very good, very good. I will definitely get you a reward when I get back!"
The scowl on Master Juehu's face disappeared a lot. Although the first battle could not be considered a victory, at least the situation was calmed down and it was not embarrassing.
"The monks from Lingyin Temple seem to have drawn the No. 1 Earth Group. Will the subsequent discussions correspond to the No. 1 Tian Group?"
Li Xiaobai couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, the No. 1 Earth Group is Lingyin Temple. How did you know?"
A bad premonition enveloped Master Juehu's mind. Could it be that he was really targeted so harshly?
"Yes, Master Mingtang came over and told me just now."
Pointing to a monk with a mole on his face not far away, he said cheerfully.
"Master Lingyin Temple Lingtang..."
Juehu looked in the direction of Li Xiaobai's finger and couldn't help but tremble. Good guy, he is really a monk from the mourning hall. He came to explain the situation in person. It was clear that he was here for the monk from Luohan Temple!
"We've been taken into consideration, and the results we have now are enough to hand in. Let's abstain from Wu Bian."
Master Juehu said, fighting against the monks of Lingyin Temple, isn't this a clear sign of seeking death?
Martial arts debate is not literary debate. Monks from every monastery have to take part. To put it bluntly, six versus six, abbot versus abbot, monk disciple versus monk disciple, the chance of winning is zero.
On the futon.
One by one, the monks went up and began to demonstrate their unique skills.
Occasionally, a monk would explain Buddhist scriptures, and the Buddha's light would shine all over the place. Five-colored auspicious clouds would float from the sky and fall on the monks present, helping them understand Buddhist scriptures.
It's just that these are ineffective for Li Xiaobai. The system automatically blocks everything, not only blocking the negative effects, but also blocking the positive effects on the spiritual level, so that no benefits can be obtained.
I watched boredly as one monk after another explained the origin of Buddhism in the temple and boasted about how awesome he was.
"The Earth Group No. 1 is here, the master of Lingyin Temple!"
There was an exclamation from the crowd, and a plainly dressed monk in gray stepped forward and landed on the ring.
"Amitabha, Lao Na Lingyin Temple Supervisor, Lingtai, today I will show my shame to all the masters."
The old monk in gray clothes clasped his hands together and recited a Buddha's name.
"Lingyin Temple is small, and there are no good Kung Fu books. Although the subtleties of Buddhism are vast, I am dull and have never understood anything in my life. Let's show you the visualization technique today, right?"
The Lingtai monk said with a smile.
As soon as these words came out, many monks consciously used their skills and built a barrier in front of them, as if to guard against something.
"The art of visualization is a practice that can only be carried out in the realm of the four gods. Visualize an object entering the Dantian in your body, attracting the supply of spiritual energy from heaven and earth and turning it into your own Taoist fruit. Only in this way can you hope to break through to the most powerful realm."
Juehu said softly, and the same gentle power emitted, protecting the monk of Luohan Temple within his body.
"Generally speaking, the objects you visualize are the strongest objects you have ever seen, whether they are magic weapons or living beings. You must truly understand their structure before you can visualize them. You and others have not yet reached the level of cultivation. It’s a good idea to experience this level in advance.”
Juehu said.
This is a technique that begins to be practiced in the realm of the four gods. It is similar to the foundation. It should be the foundation, but at this moment it has become the performance of Master Lingtai, which is enough to show his confidence.
How confident it is to show that everyone has something that everyone can do, and that it is stronger than everyone else.
"Amitabha, please forgive me!"
The spiritual platform roared angrily, and the golden Buddha light behind him flourished. A phantom image of the Buddha towering over the sky and the earth appeared, straight into the sky, and the boundary between heaven and earth was invisible.
The shadow of the Buddha's light gradually solidified, revealing a kind face.
The golden light was bright, and there was an unparalleled sense of oppression in the gentle breeze and drizzle.
The giant Buddha is sitting, leaning on a huge bed, watching all living beings. The bed is slightly blurry and has not yet solidified.
"Lord Buddha!"
"Little monk, pay homage to Lord Buddha!"
The Buddha's aura rushed to his face, and the power of faith that had risen to countless levels was so strong that it made people tremble. All the monks present, except for the two Arhats who subdued the dragon and subdued the tiger, knelt down to perform a prostration ceremony.
Li Xiaobai was also slapped on one knee by Master Juehu.
Everyone was extremely pious at this moment. The thing they were contemplating on the altar of Lingyin Temple was actually the Lord Buddha himself. No wonder they were so mobilized.
In the minds of Buddhist disciples, Lord Buddha is indeed the most powerful being.
"Amitabha, all masters, please arise. There is no need for such courtesy."
Master Lingtai said calmly with a smile on his face. With a wave of his hand, the warm power gently brushed through and helped every monk present to stand up.
It is completely the posture of a superior person. When the Lord Buddha is not around, it seems that he is the real Lord Buddha. Although his words and deeds are gentle, there is a sense that he cannot be rejected.
"I wonder if this poor monk's visualization can still be pleasing to the eye?"
Master Lingtai asked.
"If it's in your eyes, it must be in your eyes!"
"Master Lingtai is truly worthy of being a prisoner. Everything he says and does is like a Buddha. Lord Buddha will be very pleased to know that he can have such a disciple!"
"Yes, yes, Master Lingtai's spiritual practice is so high that we can hardly match it, and the profoundness of his ideological realm is unmatched by anyone!"
The monks' faces were full of smiles, and they all praised, "What they are visualizing is the Lord Buddha. Who dares to say that it is not the Lord Buddha? Isn't that just asking for death?"
Even if there is a problem, it must be said that there is no problem, otherwise it will be disrespectful to the Lord Buddha. And looking at the entire Buddhism, only this Lingtai Master dares to directly visualize the Lord Buddha, which neither of the two Arhats, Subduing the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger, has done. past things.
"In this case, the poor monk will go down. It's embarrassing, so I ask all the masters not to laugh at him."
Master Lingtai smiled cheerfully.
He put the Buddha away and walked away like a leisurely stroll.
After the Lord Buddha appeared, no temple could touch the hearts of many monks. No matter what kind of Buddhism it was, it was just a cloud compared with the Lord Buddha himself.
The literary debate was so sloppy. The monks just came up to go through the motions, and they were all the foils of Lingyin Temple. The next martial arts fight was the real highlight, not to mention that there must be some shining performance, but it was the performance of all the monks. The only way for monasteries to compete for ranking order is each year.
Achieving a good ranking in the martial debate will increase the status of your temple, and the benefits distributed by the Pure Land will be better. Therefore, monks from all sects are working hard to achieve a ranking.
"Buddha debate is a process in which monks sit together, quote scriptures to each other, and express their true understanding of Buddhism. It is said that when the Buddha was young, he saved three thousand people with his words, and he secluded himself in front of millions of soldiers, but no one could surpass him. Everything depends on immeasurable merit and understanding of Buddhism, which is also the original intention of the Buddhist Debate Platform."
"It has developed to this day, but it is just a formality. It has become a tool for various monasteries to fight for welfare. It is ridiculous that they even laugh at my Eastern monks for their murderous nature. It is simply contradictory."
Behind the crowd, Tang Sanzong spoke and said lightly. It seemed that he was speaking to the other three people, but his voice was clearly heard by every monk present.
"Hey, hey, hey, I, Sun, can't stand these two sides of people the most in my life. If we meet on stage, I will definitely lose one of his arms to relieve the hatred in my heart!"
Sun Xingzhe's eyes flashed with two flashes of scarlet, he licked the corners of his mouth and said.
"There's nothing wrong with it. Monks should follow their true intentions. If they want to kill people, eat people, eat people. People who are so secretive and well-dressed are actually dirty people. Lao Zhu wouldn't even bother to associate with them!"
Zhu Bajie also said in a loud voice.
"Don't be impatient. You'll be able to go up in a while. I haven't eaten the monk yet. I wonder if eating the monk is good for your cultivation!"
Sha Wuwu said quietly.
This Dongtu quartet is really the progenitor of troublemakers. A few words will offend all the Buddhist monks present.
"Monks from Dongtu, so you are good at fighting?"
Some monks couldn't help it, and fighting spirit surged around their bodies.
"Old Sun doesn't hit people, Old Sun only kills people!"
Sun Xingzhe scratched his cheek and said with a smile.
"The martial debate is in reverse order. The heaven group and the earth group compete with temples with the same number. The rules remain unchanged. Whether it is civil or military, it is just a part of testing the temple's practice. The emphasis is on communication rather than killing."
“It’s crucial to experience more of the truths learned from it.”
The Dragon-Subduing Arhat had no expression on his face, as if he didn't hear the quarrel among the monks in the audience. He just explained the rules to himself, then swayed and appeared at the front of the crowd.
"start!"
"Tian Group No. 18, Earth Group No. 18!"
This group is reversed, which means that Li Xiaobai's Tian group No. 1 is the last one to play, and it is the finale.
There was no sign of relaxation on Monk Juehu's face. Being tortured and killed during the finale was not a happy thing. Although Lingyin Temple did not show any obvious malice towards them, he knew that once he was targeted, he would not be happy. You can't go back if you leave some parts behind.
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm so lucky. The person who made the loudest noise just now was actually Tianzhu No. 18,"
"Come on, come on, let's fight your grandpa for three hundred rounds!"
Sun Xingzhe held the golden cudgel and his expression instantly became excited. The Dongtu quartet was No. 18 of the Earth Group and was the first to appear. For a militant like him, it was simply good news.
The figure swayed, and the golden ripples flashed and disappeared instantly, but the next second a big hand came out and pushed it back.
"The abbot will come first, and the poor monk will come first."
Tang Sanzian said softly, grabbed Sun Xingzhe's hand and swung it back, throwing him away. He took one step forward and appeared on the futon in the blink of an eye.
He was holding a pitch-black Zen staff with a skull inlaid on it. Although his face was rather delicate and handsome, he didn't look like a monk at all.
"Who is the poor monk's opponent? Come up and talk to me?"
Tang San said as he glanced at the monks.
"Amitabha, the abbot of Kutuo Temple, Xuan Ku, I have the honor to fight against the eminent monk from the East today. It is truly my great fortune!"
An old monk stepped out with his ridiculously long white eyebrows sweeping the floor. He looked at Tang Sanzong with a smile and said.
He never paid attention to this foreign monk from beginning to end.
Authentic Buddhism is the strongest.
"I am the master and Master Tang is the guest. The guest does as he pleases. How about I take action first?"
Master Xuanku said with a smile. The words were beautiful, but they didn’t taste good no matter how you heard them. Is it really okay to be so blatantly despicable?
"good!"
Tang Sanzong nodded.
At the moment he nodded in agreement, a large seal above his head suddenly slammed down. The old monk Xuanku had been planning for a long time, waiting for the opponent to respond at the moment when his attention was distracted to launch a sneak attack.
"Heaven-shaking Seal!"
But the next second, the smile on his face froze, and the moment the golden seal fell, it suddenly fell into pieces. Tang Sanzong, holding a skull Zen staff, rushed over with a meteoric stride.
"How dare you dare to do all the tricks for a small skill, a mighty dragon!"
