I have a role in the heavens

"What do you mean by the donor's words?"

The little monk Jingsi looked confused. He didn't understand what this sentence had to do with women, so he asked in confusion.

Xu Zisheng's expression on the outside became strange, and he secretly complained in his heart.

"Xu Qian, this kid, actually drives openly. He is really confident. People who bully this world don't understand this connotation!"

Xu Qian's eyes were fixed on the little monk Jingsi, and he laughed and said sarcastically.

"Then I have a few things to ask you, Master. Have you ever supported your parents? Have you worked hard to run a family? Have you ever picked up a hoe and planted a field?"

Xu Qi'an seemed very angry and let out a series of questioning sounds, which shook the void and reached the ears of the little monk Jingsi, causing ripples.

"Buddhism does not care about childbirth. It chants sutras and recites Buddha's name all day long. It needs pilgrims to support you. I ask you, what sutra are you reciting and what Buddha are you reciting? If you walk around the world as a bystander, you will realize it. Sufferings of all sentient beings? Of the eight sufferings of life, you have only experienced life and nothing else. You are nothing more than a fake monk!"

Jingsi pondered for a long time, with a dull expression on his face, and spoke slowly.

"When a Buddha observes everything in the world, he naturally understands the suffering in the world."

"good!"

Xu Qian nodded, pulled out the long knife from his waist, and cut a bloody wound on his arm. He covered the wound, looked at Jingsi, and asked.

"Master, do you think I'm in pain?"

"How can it not be painful if the blade is applied to the body?"

Jingsi clasped his hands together, with a solemn appearance, and his eyes were full of compassion, and he answered firmly.

"Then do you know how much pain I feel?"

Jingsi was silent. He was protected by a diamond and could not be harmed by the blade. He really could not answer this question.

"Master, don't you understand yet?"

Xu Qian sighed, his face full of disdain, and scolded.

"This is what you call contemplation. You only know that I am in pain, but you don't know how much it hurts. You only know about the suffering in the world, but you definitely don't know how painful it is. You can't even understand the suffering of sentient beings, so how can you save all sentient beings? , isn’t it a joke!”

Monk Jingsi felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his pupils were slightly dilated, his face was dull, and he was speechless.

Buddhist monks are the best at eloquence and Zen. No one can defeat them. However, Xu Qi'an's words rendered him speechless. He has already lost the battle.

At this time, Xu Qian threw the black gold sword in front of Monk Jingsi and said in a deep voice.

"Master, if you think what I'm saying is wrong and you think you can really experience the suffering of all sentient beings, why don't you try it yourself?!"

Jingsi raised his head, his Zen heart was shaken, his eyes were a bit confused, and he murmured to himself.

"Try it yourself?"

Xu Qi'an looked solemn, nodded, and said very seriously.

"Put away your indestructible body and make a cut on your arm, and you will be able to understand my pain and understand the true Dharma!"

Monk Jingsi shook his head wildly, his Zen heart trembling, and he hesitated.

"If I put away my indestructible body, I will lose."

"Monks have all the four elements in vain, but the master is so obsessed with winning and losing. He has already fallen behind."

Xu Qi'an followed the temptation, like the big bad wolf who deceived Little Red Riding Hood, and finally showed his fox tail. He actually wanted to win without fighting and took advantage of opportunities.

"After losing a battle, the master saw a broader sky and realized the true Dharma. Which is more important or less important is up to the master to decide."

"Monks have all four elements and should not be obsessed with winning or losing."

Monk Jingsi's expression gradually became complicated, revealing a look of entanglement and struggle. He slowly stretched out his hand and held the black gold sword.

Jingsi has been practicing Buddhism since he was a child. He may have profound Buddhist teachings, but he lacks some experience accumulated in the human world. He has strength, but his state of mind is not perfect. He lacks experience and precipitation. This is his flaw. That's why he was bewitched by Xu Qi'an's words and his Zen heart was shaken.

"Well done!"

The civil servants' eyes lit up and they cheered secretly. Attacking the city is the bottom priority, and attacking the heart is the top priority. This step coincides with the art of war, which is extremely wonderful. Compared to fighting and killing, Xu Qian's operation of breaking the Vajra Formation gave the civil servants a greater sense of recognition.

All the civil servants had a thought in their minds at the same time and sighed secretly.

"It's a pity that this kid doesn't study!"

Just when the little monk Jingsi was about to put away his vajra body and try the pain, a sound of the Buddha's name vibrated into the mind of the good monk Jingsi, like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, and he was enlightened.

"Jingsi, you're obsessed."

The handsome young monk retracted his hands as if he had just woken up from a dream. He quickly clasped his hands together and kept chanting the Buddha's name. His eyes gradually regained clarity.

"Asshole!"

Xu Zisheng was furious, holding the chubby little girl in his hands, glaring at Master Due and scolding.

"Du'er Luohan, can you Buddhists not afford to lose?"

A majestic aura of righteousness surged out into the sky, and the blazing white light suppressed the Buddha's light in the air. The divine power was majestic and inviolable.

"The test of the Diamond Formation is to test the strength of those who enter the formation, not to use words to deceive and trick Buddhist disciples into voluntarily admitting defeat!"

Master Du'e, with his majestic appearance, turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear to the angry glares and scoldings of Dafeng's civil and military officials. He looked as immovable as a mountain. He had obviously made up his mind and would not allow Xu Qi'an to take advantage of the situation.

The dignitaries showed angry faces and were generally restrained. The onlookers and unruly people in the world didn't care so much. They shouted angrily and even clashed with the imperial guards.

"Shameless bald donkey, this is clearly fraud, we don't care, the Vajra Formation has been broken."

"The Buddhists are so shameless. If the Buddhists win today's fight, we will not admit it."

Xu Zisheng snorted coldly, and his anger was unbearable. Haoran's righteousness turned into a towering divine sword, fell from the nine heavens, and struck Master Du'e fiercely.

"No matter how eloquent you are and how you talk about golden lotuses, it can't change the fact that you interfered in this fight!"

"Take my sword and this matter will be over!"

"Amitabha!"

A ray of Buddha's light surged out from Master Du'e's body, golden light shone, and an extremely huge thief-killing Arhat appeared in the air. His two huge hands turned into iron fists and smashed against the divine sword that fell from the sky.

"boom!"

The air wave rolled, and Jian Zheng and others quickly took action to disperse the terrifying air wave, so as not to harm the lives of millions of people in Kyoto City.

The upright divine sword showed its sharpness and cut everything. With one sword, it cut the Arhat Faxiang in half. Master Du'e's skinny body was shaken violently and he let out a low groan. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. His face was sallow and his eyes were sallow. Dim, obviously injured by Xu Zisheng's sword.

"The Thief-killing Arhat's fruition status is still a bit short after all!"

Xu Zisheng put away his majestic and violent righteousness, with a bit of disdain on his face. He sat down again and put Xu Lingyin on his lap.

The little guy didn't make any fuss. He was still munching on the pastry in his hand. He was obviously very full, but he still didn't want to give up the delicious food. He was too greedy.

Xu Zisheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He stretched out his hand and took the cake away from the little girl's hand. He immediately felt the little girl's anger and couldn't help but smile.

"You can't eat any more. If you eat any more, you'll be exhausted!"

Xu Lingyin sighed, looking like a young adult, and said sadly.

"It would be great if my stomach could never be full, so I could keep eating!"

After saying that, the little girl patted her bulging belly, her eyebrows drooped, and she looked at the uneaten pastries and other delicacies on the table.

Wei Yuan had just dispersed the aftermath of the fight. When he heard Xu Lingyin's words, the deep-tempered eunuch in blue couldn't help but frowned and looked at the little girl with strange eyes. None of the younger members of the Xu family were normal. As expected. She is Xu Qi'an's younger sister, a virtuous person who wants to eat and occupy more and is never satisfied.

"The monk outside the court can hear the conversation between me and Jingsi. How can this be done? There are civil and military fights. Everyone relies on their own abilities. Forcibly interfering outside the court is too much!"

Xu Qian kept cursing Old Monk Du'e in his heart, for being so shameless and interfering in the fight, he was just acting like a rogue.

At this point, Xu Qi'an also understood that it was useless to talk more. He sat on the steps, closed his eyes, adjusted his breath and breathed out, and speeded up his recovery. Since opportunism was not enough, he used his true skills to pierce the golden body of the little monk Jingsi. .

"Xu Qian, can you hear me?"

Suddenly a voice sounded in Xu Qi'an's heart. This was the great spiritual power of mind-to-heart communication. It was similar to Buddhism's other-mind power, which could communicate without using words or sounds.

Xu Qi'an's expression moved slightly, but he did not open his eyes. He heard that the identity of the owner of the voice was Xu Zisheng, and he muttered silently in his heart.

"Master Marquis, do you have any orders?"

"After the breath adjustment is completed, you can take action with confidence and leave everything to me. Du'e, the old bald donkey, dares to cheat, so I will let him steal the chicken but lose the rice, and break the Vajra body of the little monk Jingsi. Let him regret it!"

Xu Qi'an was overjoyed when he heard this. With Xu's father's help, he was able to capture a little monk with the body of a sixth-grade Vajra. He had it at his fingertips and could knead it at will.

A quarter of an hour later, Xu Qian opened his eyes. His energy and energy had been completely restored. He picked up the long knife that had been thrown to the ground by the monk Jingsi. He put the knife back into its sheath and pressed the handle with his right hand. With Xu Zisheng's secret cheating help, Xu Qi'an was confident and impressive. He smiled at the little monk Jingsi and said loudly with a master's air.

"I will only use one sword. Once this sword passes, you will be responsible for your life and death."

The voice passed through the scroll and reached the outside. There was an uproar. No matter whether they were laymen or experts, whether they were civilians or nobles, they all felt incredible after hearing this sentence and were shocked by Xu Qi'an's confidence and courage.

Xu Qi'an settled down all his emotions and gathered all his Qi. The breath in his body collapsed inward, and his Dantian was like a black hole. This was an essential process of accumulating energy for a single strike between heaven and earth.

"Since you cheated, don't blame me for cheating!"

Xu Qi'an closed his eyes again, and his mental power collapsed and retracted simultaneously, connecting with the power of qi and blood in his body. Suddenly, a huge qi machine surged out from deep within his body, filled with a vast and upright aura. This is the awe-inspiring righteousness. When did it enter me? in the body?

When Xu Zisheng attacked Master Du'e, he secretly tricked Chen Cang and injected a powerful righteousness into the golden bowl, integrated it into Xu Qi'an's body, and hid it. Even the first-level warlock supervisor did not notice this, and it was very secretive.

The Haoran righteousness hidden in Xu Qi'an's body revived, and it transformed into Xu Qi'an's limbs and bones, turning into pure qi. There was no wind above Foshan, but Xu Qi'an's robes fluttered and made a sound. He still closed his eyes, like a sleeping overlord, waking up little by little. The whole world seemed to tremble and tremble at his resurrection.

"What's going on? Am I dazzled? Why do I feel like the world is shaking?"

"It's Foshan, Foshan is trembling, it's Foshan that's trembling!"

"It's Xu Qi'an's qi that has shaken Foshan. He is about to draw his sword!"

At this time, everyone could see that Xu Qi'an's sword must be extremely violent and shocking, making ghosts and gods cry.

"Amitabha!"

Jingsi kneaded the magic formula with his hands and remained motionless. However, the clouds and mist within the Buddha's territory moved, and scattered tiny golden light, which merged into the golden body. The Buddha's light became more and more dazzling and sacred, blooming with thousands of rays of light, like the rising sun. .

Everyone watching the battle stood up and walked out of the pergola. They raised their heads, widened their eyes, and held their breath, not daring to breathe for fear of disturbing Xu Qian in the golden bowl.

Keng! The sound of the sword being drawn was like thunder, resounding throughout the world. There is no such knife in the world that attracts so much attention and touches the hearts of countless people.

This sword is resolute and moves forward in an indomitable way. The light of the sword is bright, the energy of the sword is violent, and it is extremely fast. Like lightning, it can cut everything and destroy everything.

Everyone outside the venue could clearly see the broken golden body, and saw the layers of golden light being blown away like mist. It was the unparalleled sword intent that drove away the golden light, cut through the flesh and blood, and almost killed the little monk Jingsi. For two.

On the field, Xu Qi'an stood proudly, the long sword in his hand sheathed, his expression unruly, sharp and arrogant.

The little monk Jingsi fell to the ground, his breath was extremely weak, the fire of life was flickering on and off, the knife marks on his chest and abdomen were deep into his bones, and his damaged organs could be clearly seen. His face was pale, without a trace of blood, and he could no longer maintain his meditation posture. Fragments of golden light reunited and merged into his wounds, trying to repair the flesh and blood, but were blocked by the supreme sword energy hidden in the knife marks.

The little monk Jingsi was undefeated in the Nancheng arena, his adamantine was indestructible, and his physical body was strong. However, in front of everyone, he was slashed with a knife and almost died.

"I said, I will only use one knife!"

Xu Qi'an stood with his hands behind his back and stepped towards the top of the mountain, leaving only an invincible and lonely figure for millions of people in Kyoto. The white-clothed warlock Yang Qianhuan from the outside world saw his eyes widened, looked crazy, and murmured like crazy. murmured to himself.

"This glory should originally belong to me. I have my back to all living beings, isolated from the world, full of the invincible loneliness of a master, and it makes people look up to me!"

"Teacher Jianzheng made a mistake!"

At this moment, the whole city of Kyoto lost its voice, and there was silence. After about a moment, there was an uproar, and people were shouting. Some screamed, some cheered, and some even had tears in their eyes, sweeping away the grievances they had felt for many days.

"My Dafeng is the orthodox of Kyushu, and I am the best in the world in martial arts and martial arts!"

There are scholars who are wild and indulgent, clenching their hands into fists, raising them above their heads, and shouting loudly.

"Xu Shikui is the best in martial arts, number one in the world!"

Relying on his ability as a literary copyist, Xu Qi'an wrote many amazing works and was hailed as the leader of poems by scholars. Xu Zhiping also suffered countless infamy because he arranged for Xu Qi'an to learn martial arts and believed that Xu Qi'an did not have the qualifications to study literature. He was called Xu Zhiping is not a son of man.

In the Star Observation Tower and the Bagua Stage, Emperor Yuan Jing also had a somewhat gratified smile on his face and murmured.

"The Vajra Formation is broken, Xu Qi'an did not disappoint!"

"Jianzheng, you really have a plan. You are right to choose Xu Qi'an, and he is not in vain for the imperial court's cultivation!"

At this moment, Emperor Yuan Jing completely forgot about his dislike of Xu Qi'an and was sincerely happy. If Xu Qi'an could reach the top of the mountain alone and win the fight, he would not have to put down his dignity and beg Xu Zisheng to take action.

Jian Zheng was holding a wine glass in his hand. He didn't say anything when he heard the words. He lowered his head and took a sip. A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, something was wrong.

"Xu Qi'an's behavior is wrong. He does not have such cultivation strength at all. In front of the Buddhist sect, he does not dare to use the power of the Shenshu monk in his body. Who did it secretly? How can it be hidden from his own perception!"

Jian Zheng raised his head and looked at the mourning shed below. His eyes suddenly froze and stopped on a calm and composed figure. His expression was different from others. There was no trace of excitement. He was as calm as an abyss, deep and restrained.

"Could it be him? A second-grade scholar cannot conceal his own perception, unless..."

A terrifying thought appeared in Jian Zheng's mind. He vaguely guessed the truth, and his eyes widened instantly, filled with disbelief.

"He has entered the realm of a first-grade sub-saint!"

Xu Qi'an shuttled through the mist-shrouded mountain forest. After walking for a quarter of an hour, the front suddenly opened up, with jagged rocks and sparse vegetation. There was a huge Bodhi tree, and an old monk sat cross-legged under the tree.

Xu Qi'an knew that this was the third level. He was not far from the top of the mountain. After passing this level, there should be another level on the top of the mountain, which was also the last level.

Xu Qian stopped, stood in front of the old monk, clasped his hands together, and asked sincerely.

"Master, what should we compete with in this level?"

The old monk recited the name of the Buddha, his voice was old and full of the breath of time, his eyes were cloudy, but revealed the light of wisdom, and he spoke leisurely.

"The donor's heart is not at peace."

He sounded like an old Zen master when he opened his mouth, which made Xu Qi'an complain in her heart. She asked with an expression of disapproval on her face.

"Why should the mind be still?"

"When the mind is calm, Dharma will arise. If there is Dharma, there will be a Buddha. If there is a Buddha, one can transcend the sea of ​​suffering."

The old monk has a solemn expression, a majestic appearance, and a faint golden light shining all over his body. He is like a Buddha and Bodhisattva, full of wisdom and compassion.

"Why should we transcend suffering?"

"Why not detach?"

"Why detach."

"Why not detach."

Xu Qi'an was like a master, asking the same question over and over again. The old monk was not annoyed and asked again every time, unhurriedly and full of tranquility and peace.

"What are they talking about?"

"The two of them are playing Zen, and they don't even understand this?!"

"Do you understand? Then tell me what they are saying!"

"Nonsense, if I could understand it, I would be a great monk. But just because I can't understand it, it contains mysteries."

"I see!"

The people outside were whispering to each other and had different reactions. Some people frowned and chewed on their conversations word for word, trying to understand the essence of Zen. Some people nodded slightly or shook their heads, as if they had understood something. .

The corners of Xu Zisheng's mouth kept twitching, and there were black lines on his face. According to his understanding of Xu Qi'an, he was ignorant and incompetent. That kid was just talking nonsense and didn't understand Zen at all.

Sure enough, Xu Qi'an's next words made countless people freeze in place, with embarrassed expressions on their faces. They wished they could get through a crack in the ground and Taishe would die.

"Master, let's speak human language, I just made nonsense!"