Lord Buddha sent his disciples into battle, so he was naturally concerned about their side. But judging from the reaction of the sleepy Zen master, Lord Buddha was probably dissatisfied with their performance.
Therefore, I want Master Wang to come over and teach them a lesson.
"Amitabha, the old monk consciously pursues the Lord Buddha with all his heart. He is meticulous and never dares to slack off in his practice. Today, I forget why Master wants to make things difficult for us. Is the Lord Buddha really dissatisfied with us?"
A certain eminent monk from Lingyin Temple said in a deep voice.
"Yes, my Buddha is the intention in my heart. All I need is for my Buddha to raise his arms and call out, and tens of thousands of Buddhist monks will immediately make great ambitions and follow me to the death!"
The other monks also said one after another that the appearance of Wang Wang made their hearts twitch. The fact that a true disciple of Lord Buddha can come here is enough to explain the problem. The other monk does not really come here to learn Buddhism. The true disciple of Lord Buddha is walking outside. They represent the Lord Buddha, and coming to the Buddha Debate Platform is 100% to convey the Lord Buddha’s meaning.
At this moment, it's just a riddle.
"Amitabha, I don't mean this. I just said it. I just want to listen to the Dharma of the masters. I have no other intention. Please don't take offense!"
"If you are dissatisfied with the young monk, you can come up and teach the young monk how to behave. The young monk has not yet fully understood the principles of how to behave in the world!"
The forgotten monk looked dull and looked at the people in the audience with empty eyes and said quietly.
"Master Wang, since there is no order from the Lord Buddha, then it is the right way to go back to Lingshan Mountain to practice Buddhism as soon as possible. There will only be a poor monk here to preside over it."
The Dragon Subduing Arhat said coldly, and directly issued an order to expel the guests.
It is no secret that the Lord Buddha’s right-hand man and his right-hand man are at odds with each other.
Subduing the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger, as the personal Arhats of the Lord Buddha, should be responsible for internal and external affairs. However, the Lord Buddha's direct descendants have greatly divided their powers. Their special status means that they can still gain high prestige even if they do not appear all year round.
They, the wage earners who worked hard all day long on Buddhist affairs, were naturally dissatisfied.
"After understanding the Dharma of all the masters, the little monk will leave on his own."
Liu Wang said unhurriedly, his eyes scanning the crowd, as if he was looking for something, but it seemed hollow and unfocused.
"Hey, hey, hey, you bald donkey is very arrogant. I, Sun, want to see what you are capable of!"
Sun Xingzhe said fiercely with a fierce look in his eyes, golden monkey hairs all over his body, and the runes on the golden stick in his hand shone brightly.
"The Buddhist nature emanating from the monks in the abandoned land of the East is also unique. It is indeed one of the three thousand avenues, with different paths leading to the same destination!"
Liao Wang glanced at Sun Xingzhe, his eyes showed approval, and he nodded.
"Bold, what are you barking at?"
"What's your identity? What's my identity? Give me a stick!"
Sun Xingzhe was furious. This little monk with an unattractive appearance actually looked like an elder. This simply meant that he was not taken into consideration!
The golden cudgel in his hand rose in the storm, standing tall against the sky, and the terrifying golden cudgel crashed down towards Monk Wang.
"You bastard, how dare you take action against Master Wang!"
"How can a foreign country bumpkin like you blaspheme the true story of Lord Buddha!"
When the surrounding monks saw the scene in front of them, they shouted angrily and wanted to step forward to stop him, but it was too late. The thick stick like golden lightning slammed into Wang's face.
"Hi hi hi hi!"
Liu Wang also yawned, and after stretching, he lay down directly in front of the monks, like a reclining Buddha.
Above the futon, layers of azure halos rose up, like streams of water, and the golden cudgel was unable to absorb any trace of it after it came into contact with it.
The expected terrifying collision did not appear, there was only an eerie tranquility.
"Huh?"
"You bald donkey is quite capable. You are much stronger than the monk from Kutuo Temple!"
There was a hint of surprise in Sun Xingzhe's eyes. He could resist his attack so easily. This forgetful monk was not simple. He had practiced both his cultivation and Buddhism to a considerable level!
Forgotten, the monk was speechless and just stayed where he was and dozed off.
Circles of blue halo surrounded him, protecting him. The azure blue halo circulated. No matter how Sun Xingzhe launched his attack, it was difficult to hurt him at all.
"Sleep Zen!"
“This is sleep Zen!”
"I've heard about Master Wang's sleep meditation technique for a long time. I didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to see it with my own eyes today. It's really incredible!"
"As expected of me, the Buddha himself. Such exquisite Buddhist teachings are beyond the reach of ordinary people!"
The monks' eyes were wide open, and they felt sleepy and Zen. This was something that many Buddhist monks could only ask for. To defend against enemies in their sleep, everything was left to the body's instinct, with the least consumption and the most accurate positioning to defend against everything. form of attack.
But acquiring this skill is a talent, and not everyone can practice it casually.
"How can you be my opponent when you are asleep? You are just trying to fool these soft-legged shrimps by pretending to be a ghost!"
Sun Xingzhe refused to accept the offer, and the golden cudgel in his hand danced like an airtight ball, trying to crush him with the purest strength. A terrifying strong wind hit his face, and most of the monks in the field changed their expressions and stepped back involuntarily.
Especially the monks of Kutuo Temple, when they saw this scene, they knew that Sun Xingzhe had released a sea for them in the fight just now.
This kind of violent power can kill all the monks present with just one stick.
Horrible and abnormal.
"Hey, hey, hey, take another stick from me!"
"Break the killing formation, level the sky!"
Strange things appeared on the futon, and a golden monkey-headed shadow appeared from behind him. He faced countless elite soldiers and generals, with one against a million. This was the dance of his visualization. A battlefield exudes a strong killing atmosphere.
"Hi hi hi hi!"
The forgotten monk yawned again, changed his position and continued to sleep. A drop of crystal overflowed from the corner of his mouth, as if he was sleeping sweetly.
The Pajamas Zen Skill is fully activated, and the azure blue shield is like a ball of cotton. No matter how hard the golden cudgel is struck, it is still unable to break through the defense. It can only be continuously relieved of its force, and finally returns to nothingness.
"How brave!"
"This turtle shell is really hard, but it's just a turtle shell. If you don't take the initiative, you won't be able to hurt me!"
Sun Xingzhe said coldly.
(Fish and Meat roared: Something happened to me recently and I am in the process of suing. Please don’t be offended if it is slower.)
But that's when he finished speaking.
The azure blue passport twisted and fluctuated, and a tentacle rose into the sky, turning into a sky-covering hand and grabbing Sun Xingzhe fiercely.
"Five Finger Mountain!"
Forgetting that his lips were moving, as if he was talking in his sleep, the big blue hand in the sky turned into a mountain, and fell suddenly, unstoppably pressing Sun Xingzhe under him.
There was total silence under the Buddha Debate stage...
