I Honor

Thirty-five

In Shaolin Temple, in a quiet room, Kong Wen sat upright with his eyes closed, two white eyebrows protruding from his cheeks, drooping down, still thinking about the mysterious dharma body that passed by before.

Who is he, where is he from, and why he has no memory

I have been certified as the golden body of Arhat for more than a hundred years. I have seen many rising stars achieve the dharma body, and I have seen many talented juniors encounter difficulties and stagnate. Looking to the extreme north, wandering around the world, looking for other worlds with living creatures, but the image of a man in green robe and a woman in light yellow dress never appeared in his mind.

And this is unless they have never walked in the rivers and lakes, or they are old monsters who have been reclusive before they broke through the Tongren Lane.

Could it be a hermit sect, like the Lanke Temple that has been gone for decades?

Thinking of Lanke Temple, Kong Wen’s heart palpitates for a while. Not to mention the adventures he encountered when he was young. I can’t find Lanke Temple anymore, and according to the nature of the Pure Land of Saogakaya, it should not disappear inexplicably, unless it is completely broken, or there are other reasons. Like it, other dilapidated pure lands that remain are also missing.

Reminiscent of the mysterious collapse of the inheritance of the true meaning of Zhenpai’s magical skills, and all kinds of weird things 40 years ago, the answer seems to be coming out, but I can’t see through the fog, as if I have forgotten something, but what is certain is that the truth will be very Horror, enough to break the mind.

“Namo Amitabha Buddha.” Kong Wen chanted the Buddha’s name in a low voice, and decided to go on a fugue again. He suspected that the mysterious dharma bodies before came from the pure land or cave that disappeared strangely. Maybe they reappeared in the world

If you still haven’t found it, go back to the temple and look through the classics of the previous generations to see if they are old monsters that have not decayed in time.

His body became transparent, the glass was like gold, and his spiritual consciousness came out, traveling between heaven and earth.

Outside the Daxiong Palace. Several handyman monks carried brooms and other things, held their breath and pushed open the half-closed door, intending to clean up the place.

As soon as the door was opened, they saw two glazed lamps burning quietly in front of the Buddha, exuding a dim light. The statue of the golden Buddha statue was solemn, compassionate and merciful. In front of him stood a figure in green shirt. He was wearing a cloud fan crown, his temples were gray, his hands were behind his back, bathed in the warm light of the lamp, he raised his head slightly, and looked at the statue of Buddha, leisurely and contented. Beside him, there was a woman in light yellow clothes. Standing in a dimly lit place, it conceals a bit of brilliance and adds a lot of tranquility.

Someone is in the Daxiong Palace

Someone broke into the Daxiong Palace quietly

Handy monks are no more slow than real disciples. It took a long time to recover, stumbled and ran out, some shouted loudly, some looked for the chief elders who were nearby.

Shaoqing. The Shaolin formation was concealed and opened, and there was a glint of glaze in the mid-air, and the first seat of the Bodhidharma Academy was empty. Wusi, the head of the Bodhi Academy, and Wujing, the head of the Precepts Academy, arrived first. They all wore yellow monk robes and red cassocks, with dignified expressions, and quietly surrounded Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei in the center.

Meng Qi kept his composure, looked at the familiar chief elders, pacing with his hands behind his back, unrestrained, and every step he took not only did not affect the momentum of the monks who were ready to go, but stepped on them. In terms of cardinal rhythm, the momentum that allowed them to gather was always interrupted, making them very uncomfortable and unable to make a move.

After a few more breaths, Abbot Kongwen, who was awakened by Xuan Bei, stepped into the Daxiong Hall with a nine-ringed tin stick, looked at Meng Qi, raised one hand, and said a Buddha’s name: “I don’t know why the benefactor came to my Shaolin.”

He had long recognized that it was the mysterious Dharma Body who passed by just now, and he did not accuse him of sneaking in hastily, and pointed directly at the target.

At the same time, he preliminarily judged from Jiang Zhiwei’s aura and saber refining characteristics that she is from the Xijiange lineage, but her strength is far superior to Zhou Taichong, the strongest in Xijiange.

Could it be that the Xijian Pavilion was closed for a hundred or two hundred years and still managed to pass the death test?

But the mysterious dharma body is not like the person who cleans the sword pavilion

Meng Qi smiled slightly, and moved his left hand backwards: “Abbot Kongwen, let’s change positions. It’s a bit of a host-object opposite.”

At this time, Meng Qi was standing in front of the statue of Buddha, while Kong Wen was in the place of entering the hall, it seemed that the former was the host and the latter was the guest.

Kong Wen saw that Meng Qi’s posture was peaceful and showed no hostility, so he raised one hand again, saluted, kept vigilant, and crossed Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei.

After the host and guest were divided, Meng Qi still seemed to have returned to his own home, and said calmly, “Everyone, sit down and we’ll talk.”

Without waiting for the Shaolin monks to agree, he himself sat cross-legged on the futon in the hall, followed closely by Jiang Zhiwei.

“The benefactor is free and easy, more like a Zen disciple than the old monk.” Kong Wen said with a smile, and sat down, followed by Kong Jian, Wu Si, Wu Jing, Xuan Bei and others, who still surrounded Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei in the center.

Meng Qi put his hands on his knees naturally, and said with a smile: “I heard that Shaolin martial arts are extensive, and there are as many as four or seventy-two unique martial arts. It just so happens that I am also famous for my extensive knowledge and strong memorization of what I have learned. I am here to ask for a few lessons.”

The four are the “Nian Hua Yi Xiao” in the palm of the Tathagata, the Mo Ke Fu Moquan, the Great Dream Sutra, and the Yi Jin Jing.

Sure enough, it was Wujing who came to challenge and snorted. Since Shaolin established a sect, there are always lessThere are no similar people, and the rest of the monks also have similar thoughts, only Xuan Bei’s face is serious, because he knows that the opponent is the dharma body, and the one who challenges can only be the master.

“Amitabha, the benefactor has already attained the dharmakaya, so I can only follow up with this old monk.” Kong Wen didn’t show any emotion on his face.

The dharmakaya has already verified the dharmakaya. It wasn’t until this time that monks such as Kongjian, Wusi, and Wujing realized the terror of the other party. Although they knew that the visitor was extraordinary and the breath was difficult to judge, they didn’t expect it to be a dharmakaya.

When will there be such a Dharma Body in the world again?

He is sure to beat the abbot

Meng Qi said with a smile: “Abbot Kongwen has mastered seventy-two unique skills?”

“Never.” Kong Wen replied peacefully, “The seventy-two unique schools are all extensive and profound, and it is enough to get a glimpse of the meaning of Zen if you study a few of them. If you study them all, you will inevitably lose energy and conflict with each other.”

“But I want to see all the unique skills.” Meng Qi looked around at the monks, “If not, I will suppress my strength to the same level. Please give me some advice from all eminent monks.”

What kind of idea did he come up with? Such a request has never been encountered by Shaolin monks. As the head of the Bodhidharma Academy, Kongjian and Kongwen looked at each other and said in a low voice: “Amitabha. Then please give me this Maha Finger.” .”

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked the ten fingers on his knees repeatedly, and the whistling sound filled all directions. There were tens of thousands of light golden finger winds, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, at most, he flicked the ten fingers on his knees. .

As soon as the finger wind came out, all the monks in Shaolin saw the ten fingers on the knees of the man in green robe flicking along with it. There was also the sound of swishing and swishing, and tens of thousands of pale gold finger winds were blowing from every corner.

Bang bang, the fingers collided with the wind, and the strong wind swept through the Daxiong Palace. Meng Qi actually blocked the empty Maha finger without any mistakes.

“Maha refers to you, Maha refers to where did you learn Maha refers?” Wujing, the head of the precepts academy, stood up suddenly, full of hatred and hatred.

He even secretly learned Shaolin Mahāfinger

Immediately, all the monks looked at Meng Qi with contempt and hatred.

Meng Qi smiled slightly: “Buddhist martial arts come from the Tathagata, Bodhidharma can understand the unique skills from the Tathagata God, can’t I master more than seventy-two unique skills?”

Over time, the Shaolin monks became more and more proud. Conceited, upright and indirect, Han Guang can attract people into magic, and there is no shortage of help in this regard. So you have to frustrate them.

“That will let the poor monk see and see.” Wujing bent the knuckles of his right index finger, showing the state of blue-red glass, and slammed forward, and suddenly a blue-red phantom of Ananda Dragon King appeared. Freeze a wave, and hit Meng Qi with unrivaled ferocity. Explosive and restrained, dedicated to breaking the hard work of body protection.

Meng Qi also raised his right hand, flexed his index finger knuckles, and knocked out in the form of blue-red glaze, and slapped it on Ananda Dragon King Xuying’s head, knocking it to pieces, making Wujing unable to bear the backlash, Sit back and sit down.

Immediately after Ananda pointed, an eminent monk stood up and hit Meng Qi one by one with Prajna Palm, Sumida Palm, Non-Phase Kalpa Finger, Dead Tree Magic Art, etc., but Meng Qi responded as they were.

At the end, they were slumped and slumped on their futons, unable to believe what they saw.

The green-robed man on the opposite side actually mastered seventy-two unique skills at the same time

Except for those things that are not easy to show, such as sacrifice one’s body and crossing the river with one reed.

Since Bodhidharma, no one has mastered all the unique skills at the same time

“Amitabha, the benefactor is a unique technique that is forcibly reproduced by a Buddhist magical power.” Abbot Kong Wen watched with cold eyes and glimpsed the essence. He raised his right hand, pressed the middle finger and index finger together, as if he was picking flowers, and smiled purely on his face. A Zen smile brushed towards Meng Qi.

Nianhua refers to the head of the Zen heart, which cannot be imitated by sensing the running route and mobilizing the laws of heaven and earth

At this moment, he saw the man in green robe also smiling, but behind him appeared a bodhi tree with both dryness and prosperity, pointing to the sky with one hand and touching the ground with the other, it immediately turned into a golden Buddha, filling the space between heaven and earth.

“Heaven and earth, I am the only one”

The magnificent sound entered the ears, and the Kurong Bodhi bloomed with a clear light of glass, both dry and prosperous, pointing directly to the bottom of the heart, with a long Zen flavor.

Kong Wen seemed to have realized something and wanted to grasp this idea, while the other monks were already intoxicated, intoxicated by the Dharma, and intoxicated by the slapstick of “I am the only one”.

Then, Kongwen saw the man in green robe with gray sideburns slowly get up, walk out of the Great Hall with his hands behind his back, leisurely and contented.

Living Buddha Hutuktu first came to Shaolin, and Kongwen was one of the most important enemies.

“Now I am not only recovering from my injuries, but also have a further opportunity to challenge powerful enemies one by one, defeat them, and accumulate momentum and confidence.” Hutuktu walked up the stairs, his momentum restrained, and his mind was full of high-spirited thoughts. Feeling.

At this time, he saw a man in green robe and a woman in light yellow clothes coming down from Shaolin, he didn’t care much, and passed them by.

They lived in peace with each other, and walked a few more steps. Suddenly, Hutuktu’s heart moved, and he turned his head and smiled at Jiang Zhi:

“I haven’t been in the world for many years. I didn’t expect that Xijiange poured out such talents. Zhou Taichong is fine now.”

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