Just when Jianglong came to the world and used his own Buddha's will to draw out the Tripitaka Sutra, and then the Tripitaka Sutra turned into a Buddhist avenue that reaches the sky for thousands of miles, a great excitement was also going on in Dongcang City.
On Jiange.
Adamo took a deep breath and stepped onto the ring.
He clasped his hands together and saluted the opponent in front of him. Opposite him was a Confucian scholar who looked to be about twenty years old. He smiled and returned the greeting to Adamo: "I have met the Shaolin master!"
In Chen Luo's design, the martial arts academy is not divided into different schools based on sects. Instead, the martial arts academy is divided into departments similar to universities in previous lives. Students can choose their majors based on their qualifications and interests. and minor. No matter which Kung Fu school they learn, they all have a common title - martial arts disciple.
In the martial arts academy, each systematic martial arts school will select a disciple with the highest achievement to become the senior brother or senior sister, and form the martial arts academy association to manage the entire martial arts academy together with the martial arts academy enshrinement group designated by Chen Luo. operation. The first Shaolin master was Adamo.
Since the establishment of the Wushu Academy, Shaolin has always been a relatively embarrassing existence. In terms of background, there is a Taoist sect secretly sponsoring it. Wudang is simply cheating. It needs people and money. Tai Chi and Tai Chi Sword have profound meanings. In terms of temperament, the Xiaoyao sect is extremely popular. Lingbo Weibu, Beiming's magic skills and so on all exude a misty fairy spirit, especially the disciples of the Xiaoyao sect. Regardless of male or female, their appearance and figure are the best choices. This is a huge temptation for young people who are new to the journey of martial arts.
In addition, the Beggar Clan, which was blessed by Guo Jing and Qiao Feng, and the Ming Cult, which looked evil but was actually bright, were also popular faculties.
The Emei Sect, where Su Qianqian serves as the senior sister, is also the first choice school for many female warriors.
Even the Wuyue Sword Sect, which has always been at the bottom of the despise chain of the school, has experienced a surge in swordsmanship due to Lang Feixian's integration of poetic swordsmanship into martial arts, and the number of applications for disciples has skyrocketed in recent times.
Only in Chen Luoshu, Shaolin, known as Mount Tai and Beidou, has always been tepid. Even with the image of the sweeping monk in "Dragon", people are afraid to get close to him.
The reasons are nothing more than three.
The first is the relationship between Buddhism in the Western Regions. In the minds of Daxuan people, Buddhism has never been a good impression, and Shaolin Zen seems to be inextricably linked to Buddhism, which inherently makes people resist it. In addition, some smart-aleck remarks are also rampant, believing that Shaolin and Buddhism are inconsistent with each other, and Chen Luo may give up Shaolin for martial arts. Therefore, many people have concerns when choosing Shaolin.
The second is the threshold of Shaolin martial arts. Unlike other martial arts that can be directly understood, although in theory everyone can learn Shaolin martial arts without qualifications, in fact it is necessary to master the corresponding Buddhist principles before mastering martial arts. This is a step slower than others. If If Buddhism is not understood, then Shaolin martial arts will become nothing more than a mirror image.
The last thing is Chen Luo's attitude. Chen Luo did not intend to establish Zen as a religion, but positioned it as a special academic doctrine. Therefore, Shaolin warriors would not take the initiative to spread the teachings to ordinary people. I do my spiritual practice, I help you, and I love you, but I don’t ask you to provide for me or trust me.
Therefore, for various reasons, although Shaolin has a great reputation, the number of disciples is extremely small.
Adamo looked at his opponent with lightning eyes. Although he was a Buddhist, he was also a warrior. The great Buddhist teachings are in front of him, but no one is close to him. This is his most urgent matter. He hopes that with his extraordinary performance in martial arts, he will attract more people's attention and let more people understand the Buddhist teachings he is exposed to.
As for Jiange, it is the best stage.
"Can we start?" The Confucian scholar said gently. This person's surname was Yan, and his given name was Yan Benyu. He was a descendant of the Yan family who originally presented Chen Luo's "Picture of Diaosou" to Chen Luo. He majored in Yan's painting style.
Adamo nodded: "Please!"
Yan Benyu was not polite and immediately took two steps back. A blank picture scroll appeared. Yan Benyu's mind moved slightly, and the majestic Haoran righteousness fell on the picture scroll.
In an instant, the blue light flashed on the scroll, and thousands of arrows came from the painting, shooting towards Adamo...
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"Brother Zhu, look at this, can Adamo win?" Outside the Lunjian Pavilion, the great scholar Jin Helan looked at the Lunjian Pavilion and asked the great scholar Zhu Hesong beside him.
These two great scholars were on duty at the martial arts academy today. They were sitting in the worship hall, bored, and then they set their sights on Lunjian Pavilion.
Zhu Hesong narrowed his eyes: "It's hard to say that we can't win, but we can't say that we won't win. Half and half, what do you think?"
Jin Helan frowned slightly: "Am I asking you or are you asking me?"
Zhu Hesong was stunned: "You are asking me! Then I asked again, don't you understand this? You are a fake scholar!"
Jin Helan touched his forehead and sighed: "If I talk to you again, I will be your grandson!"
"Hey, you're already a great scholar, so don't talk about ethics. Besides, you don't have a grandmother either!"
"You don't have a grandmother either!"
"Look, aren't you a grandson?"
Listening to the bickering between the two, the scholars who had long been used to it smiled slightly. Xiang Jixuan stood up to smooth things over and said, "I think it will be difficult for Adamo to win."
"Marquis Wu opened the martial arts path six thousand miles away, but so far, except for Marquis Wu himself, the rest of the martial arts practitioners are still a little far away from six thousand miles away. Those geniuses are all trying to hunt for high-level bloodlines."
Speaking of this, another great scholar nodded lightly: "Now there are wars in the plains, the sweat part of the tower bones is falling apart, and many high-level bloodlines have fled south. Speaking of which, Ji Zhong has not been back for eight or nine days... "
"The life-saving thing on him has not been touched, so there should be no danger. I think he may have gained a lot. Speaking of which, so far, Ji Zhong is the only one who has defeated the Confucian and Taoist disciples of Six Thousand Miles with the martial arts cultivation of Three Thousand Miles. "
Jin Helan answered: "Exactly. Because of Mr. Lang Da's Tao Fusion, Mr. Ji's sword power was greatly increased, and he defeated the Taoist Master Ku Yu."
At this time, an old-looking Confucian nodded: "That Yan Benyu is a sixth-grade enlightenment master of the Yan family, and also a talented person in the Confucian sect. Painting, although it is extremely difficult to become a saint, but before the Confucian, he was a Confucian One of the most powerful divisions in the sect. If Adamo faces him, I think the winning rate is less than 10%."
"I don't think so." Suddenly a voice rang out. The head of the Yan family, Yan Tianbing, came to the worship hall at some point. He saluted everyone and said with a smile, "I, my grandnephew, don't look at the illusion now. He summons the objects in the painting to attack, but his six-thousand-mile path is simply a virtual path in the painting."
"I have also read Shaolin books recently, and the description of the state of mind in them is quite unique, which may restrain this illusory law."
Yan Tianbing smiled and didn't care about his own children. What others didn't know was that even this time he challenged Yan Benyu, it was Yan Tianbing who suggested it to Adamo.
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The Confucian scholars are still talking to each other. At the Lunjian Pavilion, Adamo and Yan Benyu have already fought for several rounds. Yan Benyu used a painting book to summon thousands of arrows, and fierce generals charged into the formation. He also summoned thunder, lightning, cold wind, water, fire, earth and stone, and Adamo They also continued to display martial arts such as the Golden Bell Cover, Lion's Roar, Wuxiang Jie Finger, Dragon Claw Hand and other martial arts. The two sides hit the ground back and forth, which dazzled the audience and amazed them.
"Shaolin martial arts is very strong!" Some martial artists sincerely exclaimed. Normally, they feel that those Shaolin students are just rough-skinned and thick-skinned, but now after watching Adamo take action, he discovered that the foundation of Shaolin martial arts is solid, thick, complex, and diverse.
"Of course, otherwise why would Wuhou praise it so much in the book!" Someone echoed, "It's just... I want to change to Shaolin."
"Don't draw any conclusions yet. Master Yan is currently a Confucian scholar, let's see." Someone said calmly.
At this time on the ring, Yan Benyu frowned slightly when he saw Adamo who was not tired at all in the fight. He found that his opponent was more difficult than he thought, so he shouted: "Be careful!"
As he spoke, a brush appeared in his hand. Yan Benyu held the brush upside down and pointed it toward his eyebrows. In an instant, Yan Benyu's figure flashed and split into two, becoming two Yan Benyu. Then, the two Yan Benyu followed the same method and came together again. Pointing to the center of his eyebrows, four more Yan Benyu appeared.
"It's here! The Dao Painting Technique is confusing the real with the fake!" Someone exclaimed. This is a powerful technique in which the Dao Painting Technique draws one's own out of thin air. It is said that at the level of a great Confucian, one can even draw one's own principles and perceptions of the Way of Heaven. This portrait is in a clone.
However, this was just the beginning. Four Yan Benyu were arranged in all directions, and the brushes in their hands were waving rapidly in the void, as if they were drawing something. Naturally, Adamo couldn't let Yan Benyu get what he wanted, so he immediately rushed towards one of them, Yan Benyu. At this moment, the other Yan Benyu suddenly stopped and pointed his brush towards Adamo. Suddenly, a chain formed by pen and ink emerged from under the ring, pulling Adam away. Mo's legs were entangled.
Adamo's red dust energy circulated and broke free from the chains of pen and ink, but in just such a moment, the four Yan Benyu had completed the second painting technique and opened a blue barrier, trapping Adamo in it.
"The prison is empty!"
Adamo's eyes flashed, and he found himself standing in the familiar garden of Siddhartha's palace.
Drawing the sky to make a prison is not a binding spell like drawing the ground to make a prison, but an illusion of the soul.
A painting prison is set up in the space, and the people in the painting prison can't help but draw the things that scare them the most in their souls.
And the great terror hidden in Adamo's heart was the giant palm that covered the sky.
"The royal family of Siddhartha, who practice paganism, must be exterminated!" The voice that had appeared countless times in the dream rang in his ears. Adamo raised his head, and a huge palm suddenly appeared in the originally clear sky, pointing toward the palace. Press.
"Illusion! It's an illusion!" Adamo kept telling himself in his heart. He forced himself to raise his head and looked at the falling giant palm.
His soul was clear, and he knew that this was an illusion caused by Yan Benyu's technique, and it was the deepest fear in his heart.
"I have obtained the righteous Dharma and am not afraid of heretics!" Adamo suddenly jumped up and struck the giant palm.
With a "bang" sound, Adamo's whole body was beaten into bloody foam by the giant palm.
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Adamo opened his eyes, and he was once again standing in the garden of the palace.
"The royal family of Siddhartha, who practice heresy, must be destroyed!" The majestic voice sounded again, as if the illusion just now was repeated again.
"I have obtained the righteous Dharma!" Adamo chanted, "Namo Amitabha!"
With that said, he jumped up again and faced the giant palm.
With a "bang" sound, Adamo was beaten into blood mist again.
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Adamo opened his eyes for the third time, still in the garden of the palace.
"The royal family of Siddhartha, who practice heresy, should be destroyed!" The voice sounded for the third time.
Adamo's eyes were confused, why? Why can't I break this illusion?
Could it be that he has no true intention to lead the Fa-rectification?
Why?
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At the same time, in the Lunjian Pavilion, Yan Benyu saw blood and tears in Adamo's eyes, and his heart tightened.
This is not the effect of drawing a prison!
He quickly moved to remove the spell. At this moment, a force came out of the spell, which directly interrupted Yan Benyu's spell casting. Yan Benyu felt that his soul was hit hard and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Almost the next moment, Yan Tianbing and Xiang Jixuan appeared on the ring at the same time. The two of them looked at Adamo in the painting prison with serious eyes.
"Master!" Yan Benyu shouted immediately when he saw Yan Tianbing, "Quickly, withdraw this technique quickly. I can't withdraw it!"
Yan Tianbing and Xiang Jixuan looked at each other, both of them looking serious.
They sensed that this prison-drawing technique was just an introduction at best. What was really attacking Adamo at the moment was the fear Adamo had towards Buddhism in his reincarnations.
Adamo is from the Western Region. Adamo is only in this life, and his previous lives must have been reincarnated in the pure land of a certain Bodhisattva. This natural fear comes from the pressure of thousands of miles of Buddhism.
Only half-saint chants or Taoist blessings can resolve it.
There is nothing they can do.
"Do your best!" Yan Tianbing sighed, and when he was about to summon his homeland and the world to come, suddenly, Adamo in the prison moved.
He raised his fist.
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Soul fantasy.
The repeated deaths made Adamo's heart infinitely painful.
It's not that the illusion can't be broken, but that the fear can't be broken.
He kept reciting Zen Buddhist scriptures, but all the principles were vulnerable to that giant palm.
"Is what I seek the true Dharma and the true Buddha?"
The moment this suspicion appeared in Adamo's mind, he suddenly shook his head and threw away this distracting thought.
"The true Dharma and the true Buddha are in my heart."
"Your thousands of miles will never reach the other side!"
After speaking, Adamo suddenly showed a smile and clenched his fists again.
For a time, Adamo's heart blossomed.
"It's a pity that there is no road to salvation from the sea of suffering."
As he finished speaking, a melody suddenly seemed to come from a distant place and fell into Adamo's ears.
"My shoes are torn, my hat is torn, my cassock is torn..."
Following this voice, golden light flowed in Adamo's eyes, and a golden road of thousands of miles seemed to appear in his eyes, leading to the endless Qingming.
Adamo blinked again, and the golden Wanli Avenue disappeared, but waves of power surged towards Adamo's fist. He raised his fist and punched the giant palm.
In an instant, streaks of golden light flew out from Adamo's fist and pierced through the giant palm in the blink of an eye. The wounds on the giant palm burst into golden light and burst apart inch by inch before Adamo's eyes.
The dark clouds dispersed, and a ray of sunshine shone on Adamo.
Adamo clasped his hands together and bowed to the south.
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Looking at Hua Lao, who was disintegrated by a punch, Yan Tianbing's mouth twitched and he looked at Xiang Jixuan: "What kind of punch is this?"
Before Xiang Jixuan could answer, Adamo's voice came.
"Shaolin, Arhat Fist!"
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