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Walking inside, the building in the temple is similar to the temple in the Central Plains, brilliant and solemn, which makes people awe-inspiring, and can't help but want to light down. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing that there are many monks in the temple, coming and going, the monks are all calm, walking calmly, with a faint smile, as if sleeping but not sleeping, as if waking up but not waking up.

When they passed by Xiao Yuesheng, they seemed to be stunned, and then they turned into silence, bowed slightly, and continued forward or backward without making a fuss.

Xiao Yuesheng secretly thought, it seems that the Jiaye Rulai Temple is really not open to the public, and few people come in.

Xiao Yuesheng suddenly frowned.

He was separated from the body, and the surrounding three miles were clearly presented in his mind, and when he entered the temple, he suddenly found that there was an invisible force that kept squeezing the Yuan Shen and interfering with the Yuan Shen.

This kind of situation had happened to him when he was in the Western Xia Imperial Palace, but the suppression in the imperial palace was even more powerful, as dense as a wall.

At this time, although the power is faint, it contains a huge rear force, like a crouching tiger, and it will be difficult to pounce at any time.

He gathered the primordial spirit, collected himself, attached it to his body, no longer snooping, frowned, and secretly wondered what it was.

After the last time, he had been thinking about what was in the Western Xia Palace that would have such great power.

This time, he also encountered this power that affected the Yuan Shen, and he vaguely guessed that it should be a Buddha bone relic, and it was a Buddha bone relic.

Taoism practices qi, refining qi, practicing qi and transforming gods, and in the end it is still refining gods, but it is rare to enter the step of practicing gods.

Often building a foundation, hindering countless people, the world is so big, for thousands of years, there are only a few people who have achieved it, and it is not immortal, but the original god is stronger, which is similar to Xiao Yuesheng's current situation.

As soon as the Buddhists started, they directly refined the gods.

This is more difficult than Taoist cultivation, for thousands of years, there is no great achievement, however, those who cultivate to be profound monks, often have the first achievements, after burning the body, there will be some things that cannot be burned, which is the essence of the spirit of the condensed things, called relics.

If a person cultivates to the point that the whole body is relics, he will naturally be immortal and immortal, and he will achieve the incorruptible body of Vajra.

It's just that life is sometimes exhausted, even if the wise monk is, it is difficult to reach that step, go straight to the other side, and only leave a few relics to witness his cultivation.

Xiao Yuesheng speculated that in the Xixia Palace, in the Jiaye Rulai Temple, the thing that affected his Yuan Shen should be the relic.

In his contemplation, they climbed all the way up, climbing nearly a hundred steps, and if they were ordinary people, they were afraid that they would be so tired that they would fall down.

Xiao Yuesheng stood on the steps, nodded secretly, looked down, and had a sense of seeing the smallness of all beings, and gave birth to the idea of Lingyun coming out of the dust.

Cultivating so many steps, one is solemn, the Dharma is magnificent, so that believers can increase their confidence and practice Buddhism sincerely, and the other two, up and down, can also strengthen the body of the monks, so as not to meditate all the time, do not move, so that the blood and qi wither, the body is weak.

The body is a treasure raft to cross the other side, and when it really reaches the other side, it can be regarded as a stinky skin and discarded.

Before reaching the other shore, the body will deteriorate, just like sitting on a boat on the sea, and the boat suddenly breaks, and it will not reach the other shore at all, and it will not be able to become a Buddha.

When the temple was built, the people had great wisdom and should not be underestimated.

"Lord Xiao, please wait. The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, looked calm, and spoke calmly, quite like a Buddhist disciple.

Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "Please ——!"

If he rushed in directly according to his original surname, he made a splash, but this time he was not for pleasure, but to extinguish the prestige of the Ka Ye Rulai Temple.

It is necessary to rely on the number of courtesies and show the demeanor of the people of the Great Song Dynasty, not like the barbarian people, but only to fight and kill indiscriminately, and be angry.

It is necessary not only to fight them in martial arts, but also to conquer them.

Therefore, he has been holding back, waiting for the final outbreak, with super martial arts, rampage, unscrupulous, very easy, and being able to restrain himself is the real cultivation.

The middle-aged monk went in and came back soon, he didn't seem to know martial arts, but he climbed the more than 100 steps, but he didn't breathe, and obviously exercised regularly.

Quickly turned out, he clasped his hands together, and saluted again: "Master Xiao, please come in!"

Xiao Yuesheng nodded, and Heshi smiled: "There is labor, please ——!"

He followed the middle-aged man into the main hall, and suddenly a reclining Buddha appeared in front of him, painted in gold, about five or six people long, with one arm on his head, lying on his side on the lotus.

This is the statue of Shakyamuni Nirvana, the Buddha seems to be asleep, as if awakened by the call, with a compassionate smile, without the slightest fear of death.

Xiao Yuesheng glanced at it and nodded secretly, this Buddha statue was indeed lifelike, and its solemn bearing came to his face, making this hall heavy.

His eyes swept over, as if there were no relics here, but in the distance, but in front of the reclining Buddha statue, there were several people sitting, wearing yellow robes, their faces solemn, and their eyes fixed on themselves.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

More than ten monks at the same time proclaimed a Buddha horn, echoing in the main hall, lingering endlessly, like a bronze bell Da Lu, shocking people's hearts.

Xiao Yuesheng's expression remained unchanged, his hands were folded, and he bowed slightly: "Amitabha Buddha ........."

His voice is clear, mellow as jade, and like the sound of gold and stone, cracking stones to curb the clouds, directly breaking through the voices of more than ten people, and only his clear voice is in the hall.

He sneered in his heart, this subordinate Ma Wei is really not clever, and it is still a few people against one person, this Jiaye Rulai Temple is simply and neatly, and it is clear that it is going to besiege.

Among them was an old monk with a silvery, shiny eyebrows and beard, and a reddish face with smooth skin without wrinkles.

He sat there quietly, his whole body was loose, and he naturally exuded a majesty, not angry and self-imposing, and his eyes were soft and deep, as if he could absorb people's hearts and minds.

Xiao Yuesheng's eyes are soft and deep, like a deep pool in the mountains, looking inside, he suddenly loses his mind, and he can't extricate himself, he will always be stunned, intoxicated as if in a beautiful dream.

However, Xiao Yuesheng was able to control it freely, and he was always restrained, trying his best to eliminate the power of the Yuan Shen in his eyes, so as not to be called a demon law.

No matter how high the martial arts are, it is incredible, and the world can only be in awe and respect, but if it is a demon law, the world is afraid and disrespectful, but avoids it, lest it be contaminated.

Xiao Yuesheng saw through this, so he took his eyes away, and usually looked at it, it was only soft and deep, and there was no other discoloration, but it was more charming.

"Lord Xiao, the old Nafahua is polite!" The old monk titheed, his voice was gentle, not hurried, and his voice squeezed into Xiao Yuesheng's ears.

The remaining more than ten monks, without saying a word, motionless, such as the Buddha statue placed in the hall.

Xiao Yuesheng tithes: "Master Fahua is polite, but the presiding officer of your temple?"

Fahua nodded lightly and said with a smile: "Old Na Xi Zhangjia Ye Rulai Temple, I don't know if Lord Xiao is from the Central Plains, what do you have to do?"

His smile is peaceful, without a trace of fire, and the viewer feels calm, all negative thoughts are dissolved, and the mood is bright and soft.

Xiao Yuesheng frowned, this Fahua, compared to Xuan Ci, can move people, confuse people, and convince people, what is being performed now should be a secret method, which can move people's hearts.

However, he performed it in front of him, but it was the class that got the axe.

This old monk of Fahua is profoundly cultivated, especially the cultivation of Buddhism, but the abbot of Shaolin's Xuanci is inferior, and his Yuan Shen is a few points stronger than ordinary people.

Come to think of it, what secret method does he have, he can cultivate the Yuan Shen, a secret method similar to the Taiqing Yuxia Ziyingguan Sutra.

Xiao Yuesheng's thoughts were racing, thinking a lot, but it was only in the blink of an eye.

He clasped his hands together and smiled slightly: "Master Fahua, I have heard that the Western Xia was founded by Buddhism, and your temple is a royal temple, which is the first temple in the Western Xia, so I have come to ask for advice!"

"Lord Xiao Shi has an overreputation!" Abbot Fahua shook his head, his expression was modest, and his smile was peaceful.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled faintly: "The martial arts of your temple are said to be extremely clever, the first in Western Xia, and they are itching in the next skill, so they are here to learn!"

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Abbot Fahua pronounced a Buddha name and shook his head abruptly: "I am a monk, greed, hatred, and obsession are poisonous, and I should be cautious,...... The disciples of our temple practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies, in order to better practice the Dharma, and also for the purpose of protecting the Dharma, not to be strong and brave,...... Master Xiao, I'm afraid that if you run away in vain, Lao Na can only refute your face. ”

Xiao Yuesheng laughed, paced with his hands in his hands, paced ten steps left and right, stopped in the middle, and said with a smile: "I have always looked down on the martial arts of Western Xia, the Fan Gang of Barbarians, how can there be any inheritance, what is the peerless wonder, however, I heard that the Yipintang of your country said that your temple is not only a holy place for Buddhism, but also a holy place for martial arts, so come and worship!"

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Abbot Fahua clasped his hands together, his eyes were slightly closed, and he whispered the Buddha's name, no longer saying more, and seemed to have settled down.

Now it seems that the words of the Tangut people are not credible, they are just prevarications, alas...... , I'm really disappointed!" Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, his face full of disappointment and contempt.

"Abbot, even if this Lord Xiao Shi comes here, how can we let Lord Xiao Shi be ruined?" A middle-aged monk suddenly stood up, puffed, stepped in front of the abbot of Fahua in three steps, titheed, and said loudly.

He was extremely burly, very strong, with the same thickness as he was up and down, left and right, and looked like a large wooden barrel, with a square face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a broad mouth.

His figure makes people want to laugh when they look at him, but when they make eye contact with him, they can't smile anymore, clear and clear, righteous and awe-inspiring, and fearless.

As soon as you look at this person's eyes, you can see that he has no dregs, a pure heart, and a firm will, and he is a character that should never be underestimated.

Abbot Fahua frowned, raised his head, opened his eyes, and shook his head: "Fafeng, don't make a mistake, retreat!"

Fa Feng titheed and said in a rough voice: "Abbot, this person is not inferior, although the monk is not angry or angry, but he can't slander us Xixia like this!"

As he spoke, he turned around and glared at Xiao Yuesheng, his eyes were fierce and imposing.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly and said nothing.

This person is masculine and powerful, pure in mind, is a good seedling of Buddhist cultivation, and will also enter the realm of extraordinary martial arts, with excellent qualifications, and must be the best among his peers.

His cultivation is high, after all, he is still young, and his cultivation is still short, and he does not have the weird mastery of the Northern Spiritual Skill, even if his mind is clever, it is still far behind.

Fahua shook his head, his voice was soft and pleasant: "Fa Feng, what others say, why do you need to pay attention, he wants to slander, let him slander." ”

Fa Feng disagreed, shaking his head like a rattle: "No...... He dared to come to our temple to be presumptuous, if he didn't teach him well, wouldn't he let the world look down on our Jiaye Rulai Temple?!"

"Alas...... , ...... you" Fahua sighed softly, cast a compassionate gaze, and nodded slowly: "Okay, you can learn two tricks with this Xiao Shizhu, don't hurt people." ”

Fa Feng's eyebrows suddenly fluttered, he nodded hurriedly, and hurriedly titheed, for fear that the abbot of Fahua would regret it, and hurriedly said: "Yes, follow the abbot's decree!"

After saying that, he turned around, the bones and joints sounded like firecrackers, slowly approaching Xiao Yuesheng, and said with a smile: "Master Xiao, poor monk Fafeng, please advise!"

Xiao Yuesheng bowed his jaw: "Master Fafeng, please!"

"Please ——!" Monk Fafeng shouted, his body rose violently, and it seemed to suddenly become larger, and his burly figure became more and more amazing, and his momentum was fierce.

His hands were like a fan, and his five fingers were spread, as if he had performed a palm technique, and he was shrouded in Xiao Yuesheng's head, and his five fingers seemed to tear through the air and sneer.

Xiao Yuesheng didn't dodge or dodge, he stood with his hands in his hands, just smiled and watched, and let the right palm of the Fafeng monk be under the hood.

Monk Fafeng frowned, his heart was surprised, but he didn't stop, his right palm fell faster, and in the sneer, he was about to shoot the top of Xiao Yuesheng's head.

A smug smile appeared on his face, he dared to slander Xixia like this, and he had to learn a little lesson!

Xiao Yuesheng's right palm suddenly propped up, this posture happened to coincide with a certain posture in the Yi Jin Sutra, and the internal force suddenly became the internal force of the Yi Jin Sutra, which flowed rapidly, and the shot was like electricity, and it hit the big hand of the Fafeng monk Pu fan.

There was a muffled "bang", like a kick in the ball, kicked far away.

Monk Fafeng's body jumped up, flipped twice in the air, turned three hundred and sixty degrees, flew up one zhang high, and then fell vertically, Xiao Yuesheng took a step back, got out of the way, and "bang", louder than the sound of the palm just now, he fell to the ground.

The whole hall seemed to shake, and he was burly, falling from a height of one zhang, like a giant hammer hitting the ground, and the sound was not small.

He fell to the ground, motionless, as if he had fainted, face down, unable to see clearly, when a middle-aged monk walked over.

He was thin and light, came to Fa Feng, squatted down and stretched out his hand, probed his pulse, and nodded slowly: "Senior Brother Fa Feng has closed his breath!"

The monks seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, extremely slight, but Xiao Yuesheng felt it, and shook his head, this Fafeng has rough skin and thick flesh, and it is not a big deal to fall this time, only a little bit of injury.

The middle-aged monk lightly pointed, Fa Feng woke up, coughed, slowly stood up, wiped the corners of his mouth with his left hand, wiped the blood stains, and stared at Xiao Yuesheng with big eyes: "The surname is Xiao, you are amazing, I can't beat you!"

"Concession!" Xiao Yuesheng nodded lightly.

At that moment just now, he was not too seriously injured, but he fell from a height of one zhang, even though the skin and flesh of Yifa Feng were thick, he still injured his internal organs, and he suffered internal injuries and could no longer move。

"Abbot, the poor monk has come to learn the tricks of Lord Xiao Shi!" An old monk slowly came out and came to the abbot of Fahua, his voice was slow, and he looked old.

The old monk was about seventy years old, as thin as an old tree, wrinkled, numerous and deep, like criss-crossing ditches.

His eyes were misty and cloudy, and he looked like he was about to fall, and he was hanging from the drooping decay with only one breath, which was hard to believe that he could still move.

"Senior Brother Fa Miao, you ......" Fahua frowned and looked hesitant.

The old monk raised his hands, slowly closed them, and said slowly: "Senior abbot, the old monk doesn't have a few years to live, he hasn't done anything with people for a long time, and he has some itchy hands, just try his hands today!"

"Senior Brother Fa Miao, let's let someone else come!" Fahua shook his head.

The monks next to him moved slightly, did not speak, their eyes revealed the meaning of dissuasion, and they shook their heads one after another.

Fa Miao shook his head and smiled: "The old monk can still move and move with people,...... Is the abbot useless to see the old monk, afraid that he can't beat this Xiao Shizhu?!"

"Senior brother, you are old, you don't care about your muscles and bones!" Fahua frowned and looked at him, then at Xiao Yuesheng, and slowly shook his head.

An old monk stood up and clasped his hands together: "Senior Brother Fa Miao, the abbot is right, let's let the young people come when it comes to fighting, killing and killing!"

Fa Miao shook her head and sighed: "Alas...... , Today's young people, all of whom live comfortably, are unwilling to work hard, what kind of martial arts can they practice?!"

After that, his body suddenly crackled, crisp as a firecracker, more dense and crisp than the Fafeng monk just now.

After a while, after the sound, his body changed greatly, as if he was tall and majestic, like a lofty mountain, unattainable.

His eyes were cloudy, and his divine light burst out, like substance.

His gaze was as sharp as a cold sword, stabbing Xiao Yuesheng directly, looked at it for a long time, and slowly turned his head to look at Abbot Fahua: "Senior Brother Abbot, let me come!"

"Senior Brother Fa Miao, be careful!" Abbot Fahua nodded.

Fa Miao smiled slightly: "I'll take care of myself!"

He turned to Xiao Yuesheng, and the light in his eyes burst out: "Come on, let me try the master of the Central Plains martial arts, dare to come to Xixia to challenge, the courage is commendable!"

Xiao Yuesheng laughed, shook his head, and slapped his palm lightly.

He understood that this Fa Miao old monk was using the magic power of Buddhism's Vajra subduing demons, which belonged to the top kung fu of foreign families.

"Drink!" Monk Fa Miao drank it, kicked under his feet, and shot at Xiao Yuesheng fiercely, which can be described as fast as an arrow, and split forward with one palm, and the palm wind whirred.

Before the palm of his hand arrived, the palm wind had arrived, like a gust of wind rushing in his face, Xiao Yuesheng retreated lightly, avoiding his sharp palm, with a smile on his face.

He deliberately avoided its sharpness, and knew in his heart that he should not retreat, his palm looked a little strange, it should be a method of layer by layer of afterburner, like a wave hitting the shore, wave after wave, wave after wave rolling front wave, wave on top of each other, the later it is, the stronger the power.

But he pretended not to know, let it be big, and then attack it, let it be in the strongest state, and then defeat it, which is the biggest blow.

He came to challenge the temple of Ka Ye Rulai, not to defeat, but to break his Buddha's heart, so that they could no longer be brave and diligent, and work hard to wash away their shame.

He turned sideways, or twisted, or retreated, and avoided it, only to hear one by one, like a thunderclap, the palm wind was fierce, like a howling wind, and the whole hall was a whistling sound, and the momentum was amazing.

More than a dozen monks sat upright, letting the wind blow on their faces, motionless, and the monks' robes on their bodies were also motionless, like statues carved into entities.

Xiao Yuesheng was in the wind, looked around, saw this, and admired that these monks' devotion to Buddhism did not seem to be under the Shaolin Temple.

The palm technique of the Fa Miao monk is quite fine, his palm is as fast as a palm, and the palm power is superimposed, stronger and stronger, faster and faster, which is unguardable.

If an ordinary person encounters such a fierce palm technique, he can only retreat gloomily, and there is no other way, and he will not be able to resist such a strange palm technique at all.

Seeing that the Fa Miao monk is majestic, his face is full of red light, his eyes are shining, all the monks are excited, and the Fa Miao brother is old and strong, this set of Vajra Fu Demon Palms, even if he changes himself, he can't make it to such a degree, which can be described as pure.

After a few more palms, the howling sound was stronger, as if when the wind swept through the treetops, it seemed to be roaring like an angry wave, faintly a little poignant, and the whole hall was surging with a strong wind.

Xiao Yuesheng was in the midst of the wind, his expression was leisurely, he dodged calmly, his movements were soothing and free, and the lightning-like palm of the Fa Miao monk always missed.

After dozens of moves, people saw the subtlety, it was not that Xiao Yuesheng didn't dare to take it hard, he did it on purpose, he just blindly dodged it, and he didn't have any effort.

The monks furrowed their eyebrows, faintly worried, and felt that it was not good.

Monk Fa Miao had long felt that something was wrong, but it was difficult to ride a tiger, so he could only harden his teeth, blow after blow, and the power became more and more powerful, but he still couldn't hit the opponent.

"Haha, offended!" Xiao Yuesheng suddenly let out a long laugh, and his body froze violently, turning from extreme movement to static, motionless, waiting for the palm power of the Fa Miao monk.

People only felt that everything in front of them was slowing down, watching Fa Miao's right palm hit Xiao Yuesheng, and saw his right palm slowly approaching, getting closer and closer, and then, a warm palm suddenly appeared, meeting the dry right palm of Monk Fa Miao.

This palm appeared so abruptly that a palm suddenly appeared out of thin air and caught the right hand of the Fa Miao monk.

The "pop" was unexpected, and the two palms collided, not with a loud bang, but with a bit of crisp lightness.

Guan Miao's palm power just now, roaring like a frenzy, the momentum is amazing, and compared with today's voice, it is extremely weird.

Xiao Yuesheng absorbed his palm power to the fullest, turned it into his own internal force, and instantly poured into several acupoints to accumulate it.

"Huh......" The figure of the Fa Miao monk flew up, flew straight outside, drilled out of the main hall, and did not know where it fell.

An old monk flew up, like a flying swallow, and chased after him, wanting to catch the Fa Miao monk.

In the end, the monk Fa Miao was caught by him, but he was already unconscious, motionless, and silent, if it weren't for the fact that his chest was still hot and breathing, people thought the old monk was dead.

Xiao Yuesheng stood with his hands in his hands, his expression was leisurely and calm, and he smiled: "It's just a stun, no spicy hands, you can rest assured!"

"Amitabha...... , Master Xiao Shi is really good at martial arts!" Abbot Fahua still looked determined, but his expression was very peaceful.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly: "Abbot Fahua, the great nirvana palm of your temple is said to be infinitely powerful, and it is a mastery of the town temple, why not invite a cultivator to open your eyes?"

"Lord Xiao Shi actually knows the Great Nirvana Palm?!" Fahua seemed to be surprised, looked up at everyone, and then looked at Xiao Yuesheng.

Xiao Yuesheng nodded and smiled: "Yes, it is said that the power of the Great Nirvana Palm is far poor, and it is a secret technique of the Buddhist family, and it has been admired for a long time!"

Abbot Fahua hesitated for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Senior brother Fa Xiang, go and invite a few senior uncles!"

"Yes, Abbot. A middle-aged monk got up, titheed, and floated away.

(To be continued)