In the Shaolin Temple, in the quiet room, Kongwen sat with his eyes closed, his two white eyebrows grew out of his cheeks, and he drooped down, still thinking about the mysterious Dharma body that he had passed by before.

Who is he, where is he from, and why is he unremarkable?

He has been certified by the Arhat Golden Body for more than 100 years, watching many rising stars achieve the Dharma Body, watching many talented juniors encounter difficulties and stagnate, and have also traveled to the East China Sea, ascetic in the Western Regions, and also sighed in the Southern Wilderness, feet in the extreme north, wandering between heaven and earth, looking for other living worlds, but the impression of a man in a green robe and a woman in a goose yellow dress has never appeared in his mind.

And unless they never walk in the rivers and lakes, or are they old monsters who hide in the world before they break through Bronze Man Alley?

Could it be a hermit sect, like the Lanke Temple, which has not been traced for decades?

Thinking of Lanke Temple, there was a palpitation when I heard about it, not to mention the adventures of my youth, after the light proved that after Jin's death, when I traveled to the world, I often saw this place of reincarnation in the Pure Land, but after the great change forty years ago, I can no longer find the Lanke Temple, and according to the nature of the Reincarnation Pure Land, it should not disappear inexplicably, unless it is completely broken, or there is another reason, the same as it, and the other remnants of the dilapidated Pure Land are nowhere to be found.

Thinking of the mysterious collapse of the Zhenpai's true inheritance, and thinking of all kinds of strange things forty years ago, the answer seems to be imminent, but he can't see through the fog, as if he has forgotten something, but what is certain is that the truth will be very terrifying, enough to make people's hearts collapse.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south. He suspected that the previous mystical Dharma bodies came from the strange disappearing Pure Land or Cave Heaven, and maybe they had reappeared in the world!

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

His body became transparent, glass like gold, and his divine consciousness was revealed, wandering between heaven and earth.

............

Outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall. Several miscellaneous monks carried brooms and other objects, and held their breath to push open the half-hidden gate, intending to clean up the place.

As soon as the door opened, they saw two glass lamps burning quietly in front of the Buddha, exuding a dim yellow light, the statue of the golden Buddha was solemn, merciful and compassionate, and the middle finger and thumb of the right hand held a petal of Borneo flower, and in front of the glass lamp, there was a figure in a green shirt. He wears a crown of clouds, gray sideburns, hands behind his back, bathed in the warm light, slightly tilted his head, looking at the statue of the Buddha, leisurely and contented, beside him, there is a woman in goose yellow clothes. Standing in the dimly lit place, it was a little bright, and there was a lot more quiet.

Someone is in the Daxiong Treasure Hall!

Someone quietly broke into the Daxiong Treasure Hall!

The miscellaneous monks are no more reactive than the real disciples. It took a long time to come back to his senses, and he stumbled out, some shouting, some looking for the elders who were nearby.

Less. The Shaolin array was opened in concealment, and there was a glass luster flashing in the air, and the first Damo Academy was empty. The first seat of the Bodhi Monastery was thoughtless, and the first seat of the Vinaya Monastery was the first to arrive, all of them wearing yellow monk's robes and red robes, with solemn expressions, and quietly surrounded Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei in the center.

Meng Qi remained silent, looking at the familiar first elders, pacing with his hands in his hands, and each step not only did not affect the qi of the monks, but stepped on the cardinal rhythm of the changes in their inner heaven and earth, so that their condensed momentum was always interrupted, and they were very uncomfortable and unable to make a move.

After a few breaths, the abbot of Kongwen, who was awakened by Xuan Bei, stepped into the Daxiong Treasure Hall with a nine-ring tin staff in his hand, looked at Meng Qi, raised one hand, and said after pronouncing a Buddha horn: "I don't know why the donor came to my Shaolin?"

He had already recognized that it was the mysterious Dharma Body that he had just passed by, and he didn't accuse him of rushing in, he pointed straight to the goal.

At the same time, he preliminarily judged from Jiang Zhiwei's aura and sword refining characteristics that she was in the line of the Sword Washing Pavilion, but her strength was far superior to Zhou Taichong, who was the strongest in the Sword Washing Pavilion.

Could it be that the Sword Washing Pavilion has been closed for a hundred or two hundred years and can still successfully step out?

But the mysterious Dharma Body is not like the person who washes the Sword Pavilion......

Meng Qi smiled slightly, and asked back with his left hand: "Abbot Kongwen, let's change positions, at present, it is a bit opposite to the host and guest." ”

At this time, Meng Qi stood in front of the statue of the Buddha, and Kong Wen was in the position of entering the hall, as if the former was the lord and the latter was the guest.

Seeing that Meng Qi's posture was calm and did not show the slightest hostility, he raised one hand again, saluted, remained vigilant, and staggered with Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei.

After dividing the host and guest, Meng Qi still seemed to have returned to his home, and said casually: "Everyone sit down and talk." ”

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

"The donor is free and easy, more like a Zen disciple than Lao Gao. Kongwen said with a smile, and then sat down, Kongjian, Wusi, Wujing, Xuanbei and others sat down one after another, and still surrounded Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei in the center.

Meng Qi naturally put his hands on his knees, and said with a smile: "I heard that Shaolin martial arts are extensive, and there are as many as four and seventy-two mastery skills. ”

The four major ones, such as the "Flower Smile" of the Divine Palm, the Moke Demon Fist, the Great Dream Sutra, and the Yijin Sutra.

Sure enough, I came to challenge...... Wujing snorted lowly, since the Shaolin Sect, there are always similar people, and the rest of the monks also have similar thoughts, only Xuan Bei's face is solemn, because he knows that the other party is the Dharma Body, and the challenge can only be the ancestor.

"Amitabha, the donor has already attained the Dharma body, so he can only come and follow it. "There are no waves on the empty smell.

It was only at this time that the monks such as Kongjian, Wusi, and Wujing were shocked by the horror of the other party, although they knew that the person who came was extraordinary, and the breath was difficult to judge, but they didn't expect it to be a Dharma body!

When did there ever become such a Dharma Body in the world?

Is he sure he is better than the abbot?

Meng Qi said with a smile: "Has the abbot ever mastered seventy-two peerless studies?"

"Not yet. Kong Wen replied calmly, "The seventy-two peerless studies are broad and profound, and studying a few is enough to get a glimpse of Zen. ”

"I want to see all the unique learnings. Meng Qi looked around at the monks, "If this is the case, the strength will be suppressed to the same level, please give advice to the senior monks?"

What kind of idea did he have? Similar requests Shaolin monks have never encountered, as the head of the Dharma Academy, Kongjian and Kongwen glanced at each other, and said in a low voice: "Amitabha." Then ask the donor to borrow this Maha finger. ”

As soon as the words fell, the ten fingers he put on his lap flicked continuously, and the sound of swishing filled all directions, and the pale golden finger wind was tens of thousands, at most, the greatest, and the most victorious, making it impossible to dodge and unstoppable.

As soon as the finger wind came out, the Shaolin monks saw the ten fingers on the lap of the blue-robed man also flicking. There was also a whooshing sound erupting, and there were also tens of thousands of pale gold finger winds coming from every corner.

Bang bang bang! The wind collided, and the wind swept through the Mahavira Temple, and Meng Qi actually blocked the Maha Finger of Kongjian with no difference or much.

"Maha fingers! You will also be Maha fingers! Where did you learn Maha fingers?"

He actually secretly learned Shaolin Maha Finger!

Suddenly, the eyes of the monks who looked at Meng Qi showed disdain and hatred.

Meng Qi smiled slightly: "The martial arts of Buddhism come out of Rulai, and Bodhidharma can comprehend the peerless learning from the Divine Palm of the Buddha, but can't he master more than seventy-two peerless learning in the next!"

Over time, the Shaolin monks are more and more proud. Arrogant and square, Han Guang can attract people, and there is no shortage of help in this regard. So we have to frustrate their spirits.

"Then let the poor monk see and understand!" The knuckle of the index finger of Wujing's right hand flexed, showing a state of blue and red glass, and he slammed forward, and suddenly a blue-red Ananda Dragon King phantom appeared. Solidify a strand and hit Meng Qi, mighty and unparalleled. Burst out of introverted, specializing in breaking the hard skills of self-protection.

Meng Qi also raised his right hand, flexed his index finger knuckles, knocked it out in the form of blue and red glass, and knocked it on the head of the Ananda Dragon King Phantom with a snap, knocking it apart, so that Wujing couldn't bear the backlash and sat down backwards.

Suddenly, one after another eminent monks stood up, and the Prajna Palm, Sumeru Palm, Wuxiang Tribulation Finger, and Dead Wood Divine Skill all hit Meng Qi one by one, and Meng Qi dealt with them as they were.

At the end, they sat on the futon with dull expressions, unable to believe what they had witnessed.

The blue-robed man on the opposite side had really mastered seventy-two peerless disciplines at the same time!

-- Except for the trick of sacrificing one's self and crossing the river with a reed, which is not easy to display.

Since Patriarch Bodhidharma, no one has ever mastered all of them at the same time!

"Amitabha, the benefactor is a mastery that is forcibly reproduced with a Buddhist miracle. He raised his right hand, his middle finger and index finger pressed each other, as if he was holding flowers, and his face smiled with a pure and Zen smile, and brushed towards Meng Qi.

The first Zen mind is not something that can be imitated by sensing the running route and the transfer of the laws of heaven and earth!

At this moment, he saw the man in the green robe also smiling, but behind him appeared a withered and glorious Bodhi tree, pointing to the sky with one hand and touching the ground with the other, and suddenly turned into a golden Buddha, filling the heavens and the earth.

"Heaven and world, I am the only one!"

The grand sound enters the ears, and the dry glory Bodhi blooms with clear glass, and it is also dry and glorious, pointing to the bottom of the heart, and the Zen flavor is long.

Kongwen seemed to have realized something and wanted to grasp this thought, while the other monks were already intoxicated, intoxicated by the Dharma, intoxicated by the "self-esteem" of the first thing.

Then, Kong Wen saw the blue-robed man with gray sideburns getting up slowly, and walked out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall with his hands in his hands, leisurely and contented.

............

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

"Not only have I recovered from my injuries, but I also have the opportunity to take a step forward, to challenge the strong opponents one by one, to defeat them, and to build momentum and confidence. Hutuketu strolled up the stairs, his momentum was restrained, his heart was full of high spirits.

At this time, he saw a man in a green robe and a woman in goose yellow clothes coming down from Shaolin, and he didn't pay much attention to it, and passed by them.

After walking a few steps after a few more steps, Hutuketu's heart suddenly moved, and he turned back to Jiang Zhi and smiled:

"Lao Wei has not performed in the rivers and lakes for many years, but I didn't expect that such talents were poured out in the Sword Washing Pavilion, Zhou Taichong is okay now?" (to be continued......)