Void Transformation

On Mount Song, in the small room, the bell rings seven times, endlessly, the sound wavener is vast and energetic, and Guangze is all around. The setting sun is fading, the population is getting thinner, the mountains are lush, the people flow down the mountain, and a dense forest is like a work from another generation.

Although the gate of the ancient Shaolin temple is dilapidated, it does not lose its solemnity. Today, the Shaolin gate is even more unusual. It seems to be waiting for something, and it seems to echo the sound of the bell.

Around the mountain gate, dozens of monks were standing in front of each other. The two old monks in brown Kasaya before the monks were clasping their hands together and looking down the mountain. Although their faces were calm, their eyes were solemn.

Although these two old monks are about 60 years old, they have wrinkles on their faces, but their faces are full of red, not half the old man's age. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, each led dozens of monks, but they stood like two old pine trees in front of the mountain gate, not knowing how long they had existed.

There was silence at the gate, dozens of people seemed to be still, motionless, but the silence inside the Shaolin Temple was completely different from the silence outside. A crowd of old and young monks all rushed towards the Shaolin Temple square, looking in a hurry, as if they were approaching an enemy.

But within this group of old and young monks, there is a completely different style of painting. Although this group of people are also Shaolin disciples, they do not have gradients or wear monk clothes. They are also very different from lay disciples.

These people either hold swords, long sticks, or pick axes and hooks, all of which are exposed weapons. The dressing is even more weird. They don't match up and down at all. Most of them use cloth clothes and iron shoes, which looks very weird. However, the rest of the normal monks turn a blind eye to them. They are the strangers of Shaolin's line.

What's different from ordinary monks is that although these people are also walking in the direction of Shaolin Square, they have to be more calm between walking, and they are also talking non-stop while walking, and such voices abound:

"Oh, it seems that we are going to fight this time. Those of us are totally lying on guns. If you really want to start with the aliens, which side are we helping?"

"Of course it is to help the teacher, you help outsiders beat yourself, then where do you go to learn martial arts, where do you go to improve the Cultivation Base? Do you think you are the two heretics?"

A big-waisted Shaolin foreigner, after saying this, looked around, his companion saw this move, and immediately laughed and said:

"Hmph, if you don’t have the courage to provoke those two, don’t talk about them on this occasion. But then again, look at these Shaolin disciples, aren’t they just having a meeting? As for running like this Are you in a hurry? How about the cultivation of monks and Zen? Hahahaha!"

The man's voice was too loud, and when he uttered these words, he felt a chill coming after him. When he turned around subconsciously, he saw several monks dressed up as monks looking at him from afar, and suddenly there was no sound.

"Look at you, the law enforcement team is watching you and telling you to talk nonsense. Hurry up...Huh?"

The foreigner who laughed at Own’s companion was warned by law enforcement disciples before, and he immediately looked gloat. However, he also knew that if he also yelled, the next one would be himself, so he just wanted to say that we should leave, but Saw a familiar face."Small bag! Come on, come on, come on!"

After he finished speaking, a small fat monk who was a small version of the person who spoke quickly ran over, but he was actually dressed in a monk's clothing, and he was also ordained on his head. And before he could ask, the man's big hand had already carried him on his shoulder and said:

"You are so anxious to drive... Uh, why are you going to Yanwu Square? Does the abbot want to teach?"

Little Monk looked around, the anxious expression on his face was temporarily slow, and he was already familiar with the strange words of this man who was a circle older than himself. There is no formality between the openings:

"Brother Dabao, don't you know? Someone...someone hit the spot!"

This is called Senior Brother Dabao, who was the big-waisted Shaolin foreigner who spoke before. His nickname is Dabao, so he has a good relationship with this little bun. But after listening to Xiao Baozi, an authentic Shaolin disciple, he said "smashing the field" in his mouth, but Da Baozi's companions smiled knowingly, saying:

"Hey, let's do harm to the future of Shaolin Temple again, and it is really amazing."

"Smash the place? Who would dare to come to our Shaolin to run wild? I think he doesn't want to get mixed up!"

"Amitābha, Amitābha, Brother Dabao, I'll leave first, see you later."

The little bun took advantage of the time when the big bun and his companions were chatting and boasting, hurriedly said two Buddhist horns, and then left this sentence in a hurry. At this time, he threw the road but seemed to be like a round ball. Rolling on the ground is extremely interesting.

"It seems that there is a good show to watch, so what are we waiting for? Head to the square! Let those who don't open their eyes know how good our Kitchen Sijie is!"

The big bun shouted such a slogan when he opened his mouth, but immediately felt the murderous look of the previous law enforcement disciples. The four of them looked at each other and rushed to Qinggong to rush towards Yanwu Square, but their faces were full of excitement.

When a group of people arrived at the martial arts field, they saw the crowds on the periphery of the martial arts field. Obviously, they were one step too late. Although the big buns were a bit "arrogant", they still knew how many catties they had.

Therefore, their purpose here is mainly to watch the excitement, but now that there are so many people, not to mention the excitement, I am afraid that they will lose their lives if they squeeze in. At this moment, a familiar voice rang in the ears of the four:

"Amitābha, look behind you, do you want to come up together?"

The four people turned their heads when they heard the words, and then the voice sounded again. Under his guidance, the four people discovered the person's location. When they saw the face of this person clearly, there was a touch of joy on the face of the big bun, because this person was one of the two heretics in the mouth of his previous companions, and was also the brother Dao Dao who brought him into Shaolin.

At this time, Daotao was standing above the canopy of an ancient tree, under the luxuriant foliage, which covered him strictly. If he hadn't taken the initiative to speak out, I am afraid that he would definitely not be able to spot him with the skill of the young disciples present. of.

The four of them looked at each other, but then there was an embarrassment on their faces, just because there was no one on the tree, not because no one thought of it, but because the Qinggong of ordinary people couldn't get up. And the Qinggong of four is just in the ranks of this ordinary person.

But at this moment, Daota's voice sounded again: "Amitābha, there is a ladder behind the house next to the tree."

After a long while, the four of them stumbled to the top of the tree, and the other three just wanted to say hello to the legendary big brother Daota, but they were stopped by the other side, and then pointed towards the square:

"If you don't watch it, it will be too late."

"boom!"

The voice fell, a muffled noise suddenly sounded from the square, and then there was an uproar among the onlookers. However, this uproar naturally came from the mouths of those foreign visitors, which made the monks of Shaolin Temple's main family dull for a while.

At this time, the four talented people could see clearly that the so-called smashing scene in this event was not a huge army, but a single person. I saw this man dressed as a Tubo Lama, but he was wearing gold and silver all over his body, without the slightest conscious of being a monk.

In addition, the height of this man is bigger than that of the big bun. As for the rest of the monks in the temple, no one can match him. And just as the four of them saw the situation clearly, it was this lama who was fighting with an uncle master, and this duel had already come to an end.

I saw the lama standing and occupying the ground, motionless, folded his hands and bowed to the old monk who was two heads shorter than him in front of him. But the old monk soared in the air between his body and landed, but he took a full seven or eight steps before he stood still. When he stood firm, the lama's ceremony had already ended.

"The martial arts of the younger brother are indeed exquisite, but although the poor monks are not good at learning, they dare not slack off, let alone put Shaolin Baochao to shame."

When the old monk stood steady, there was no breath disorder between his mouths, but this title was very strange, because he actually called the other lama his junior. After a while, the disciples were confused, but they didn't know which lama was originally a master in Shaolin, martial arts was so exquisite, but they never heard of it.

"You call me my brother? The thousands of years of turmoil, is it that Zen has been passed down through countless generations, and the ancestors have been changed, and the inferiority and inferiority are indifferent?"

As soon as the Lama said this, everyone was shocked. When a person speaks big words without strength, it can only attract ridicule and ridicule. And when a person fully demonstrates his strength, no matter how ridiculous what he says, someone will always take it to heart and think carefully.

The martial arts attainments demonstrated by this monk before were completely outside of this Luohantang's first Zen Master Pu Yuan, and naturally they had a certain right to speak in the hearts of everyone. This is understandable. But at this moment, between his words and talks, he seemed to have a close relationship with Shaolin. Under the blessing of the two, naturally no one would immediately stand against him at this moment.

"Amitābha, all beings are equal, so how can there be a distinction between respect and inferiority? The Lord has moved his anger."

Although the accent of this monk was strange, the words and sentences were deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Facing Zen Master Pu Yuan’s ingenious retort, the lama did not get angry, but said in a deep voice:"Pu Yuan, you asked me to be a tantric person according to Zen rules, what precepts did you commit?"

However, when this statement came out, before everyone reacted, he heard the Lama continue to speak: "Pu Yuan, even if you don't call me an uncle, you should call me an older brother. However, this King is here today, not for you. Fight for the advantage of your tongue at this moment, go and call for the wonderful cause, what the Fa King asks, you can't do the lord!"

"Amitābha."

At this moment, in the middle of the Daxiong Hall, an old monk wearing a Qibao Kasaya chanted the Buddha's name and stepped forward. However, although he was walking slowly and stepping down, his figure seemed to be displaced. All the young disciples present could not see it. Out of the slightest one of the doorways.

In an instant, this old monk had already arrived next to Zen Master Pu Yuan, but as he turned around, he stretched out his right hand and touched him. Only a few people could see clearly. In that instant, the old monk quickly tapped the Seventh Stage acupuncture point on Zen Master Pu Yuan's body, and then forced out the True Qi hidden in Pu Yuan's body at this time.

Another old monk, the first Zen Master Pu Shan of the Bodhidharma Academy, saw all this clearly, and realized that his brother's martial arts had improved a step further, he couldn't help but admire him. However, this action fell into the eyes of the lama, and the performance was extremely natural. And before he opened his mouth, he said something that surprised everyone:

"Pukong! There are also Pushan and Puyuan. Today, the abbot of Shaolin, Bodhidharma, and Arhat are the first seats of the two halls. Let's join them together. In this way, it will prevent others from saying that the Dharma King is bullying the small."

"What?! This monk is so powerful, he wants to challenge three master uncles at the same time, is he in the brain?"

The big bun on the tree blurted out a word, and the other three companions hurriedly covered his mouth. If he sends out this kind of "admiration" in normal times, no one will care about him, but now there is a dead silence on the court. Although his voice is not loud, the masters on the court listened very carefully.

Daotao also trembled when he heard the words, but he stood in front of the big bun, and then as if not aware of the impropriety of his words, he faintly replied:

"Amitābha, this person is not stupid, not stupid at all. He knows that the three masters and uncles are self-reliant on their identities, and it is impossible for him to really end up in three to one. But once he said this, he can be said to be the three masters of Shaolin in the future. He didn't dare to fight in front of him. Such a calculation of fame and fortune really doesn't look like a monk."

The volume of Daoda’s words was not weak, but he did not deliberately increase it. However, when this statement came out, Daoda felt that his body was locked by a burst of cold killing intent, and at this time, the aura in his body was disordered and it seemed to be It's as if a person taps the main acupuncture points all over the body, and when he moves, he feels that he is carrying a huge amount of weight, and it is miserable.

But at this moment, Daotao's face showed a cheerful smile, because his calculations were already successful, and the other party did not vent his anger on Junior Brother Own. And the oppression of this degree, with own internal strength Cultivation Base, but still not hurt.

However, at this moment, the lama suddenly turned to look at the big tree, and then shouted:

"Huh! Shaolin is the Sacred Land of the eight sects. The Zen sect is the dominant one for thousands of years, but I don't know it has fallen to the point where it hides dirt and dirt. Come down, the little boy on the tree!"

As soon as the words fell, Daotaa felt a burst of unparalleled suction after him, but at this moment, his face was not surprised but happy, and a smug color flashed in his heart. After a turn of his mind, the Shaolin Washing Marrow Sutra that Qi Yu had learned at the time was unlucky, and then his famous stunt was on the arrow, and he was ready to go.

He was very curious, using his own method of inextricably incomparable, with the life of a foreigner of his own, ten times the blow of the Dharma King, could he directly shoot him to death. I am afraid that the other party will become the biggest joke since the establishment of the Shaolin Temple Sword Sect...

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