Chapter 11

After preaching scriptures and Taoism, it is natural to say Zen.

The atmosphere of the venue was also much freer.

If you talk too much, you will lose. Oh, it's missing stuffing. Therefore, in the next Zen speaking, you are basically practicing Buddhism's closed mouth Zen. Just look at it and don't say it.

Of course, he first looked at the two masters of zhizen and Zhixian. In fact, looking at these two people, he was still curious about the power system of the world.

There is a layer of Buddha light flowing on zhizen and Zhixian, which is hidden. Although it is not as thick as master, it is more pure, which makes people secretly wonder.

Zhizen and Zhixian are famous Buddhist monks, but why do they have more energy than their wretched master?

Is it because of the happy heart demon Zen Sutra?

This thought was just a flash in his heart, and he was about to have doubts. If it was really a happy heart demon Zen Sutra, wouldn't master

But I haven't found this problem after such a long time together and in the memory of this body for 20 years? Doubt, more doubt.

With doubts in mind, idleness naturally leads to the wisdom Zen master. Of course, there is another reason, that is to pay a visit on behalf of the master.

But unexpectedly, just as he passed by, Zhichan had said to him first: "it's true that you are an expert disciple of senior brother Zhitong, and the Dharma is so profound."

Even if you have a thick skin to waste, you will blush when you hear such praise: "martial uncle, I'm just fooling around. There is senior brother Xujie who is proficient in Buddhism."

"Hum, you still have self-knowledge. You are better than your master!" But nun Zhixian sneered and satirized.

She was depressed when she wasted her time. She didn't offend master Zhixian. How come she didn't like her?

Zhizen smiled gently: "it will be a fight in a while. I want to send you by senior brother Zhitong. I must have deep meaning."

When he wasted his time, he saw that Zen's smile was meaningful. He couldn't help but move in his heart and asked, "master didn't say there was still fighting. Besides, the little monk is dedicated to Buddhism. He doesn't understand Boxing at all, so he won't go on stage to show his ugliness."

"Hum, you're a smart disciple. I'm afraid you can't go up if you don't want to." Zhixian interrupted with a sneer again.

Idly puzzled, he looked at zhizen. Zhizen smiled mysteriously, but waved to him.

Come forward in vain, close to the wisdom Zen.

"In vain, your master taught many senior brothers and younger generation in those years. Although others didn't dare to find him, you, ha ha..."

Hearing master zhizen's focused advice, accompanied by that mysterious smile, and then thinking that nun Zhixian was aiming at herself everywhere, she suddenly felt that she was trapped by the master, and it was still a huge pit. In an instant, she was in a cold sweat.

"Martial uncle, since the communication is over, I think I'd better leave early. There are many things in the temple, just me and Shifu."

"There are many things?" Master Zhixian was too cold to hum: "I'm afraid I'm busy eating meat and drinking a bar."

"Eh!" How could this wise nun know so much about Shifu? Could it be that they have an affair? When I thought of this, I looked at nun Xiang Zhixian carefully. I could vaguely see that when I was young, I was definitely a beauty. I immediately knew

Sure enough, master, I said, why do you have such a Buddhist treasure as the happy heart demon Zen Sutra? It turns out that you are also an expert in this way! I don't dare to come this time. I'm afraid I'm hiding from others.

I feel that I have grasped the handle of Zhixian, and I have a bottom to waste in my heart, but I want to be respectful on my face: "what martial uncle Zhixian said is that my Buddha is merciful and can alleviate the suffering of all living beings. It is the so-called Buddha in my heart to eat the animals and birds and let the Buddha transform them."

The wise Zen saw such an opportunistic argument in vain, and did not feel Wan'er.

On one side, Zhixian smiled angrily and pointed to the waste: "you really got the true biography of your master!"

"Martial uncle, I'm flattered." He was very modest, put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name solemnly.

"You..." Zhixian wanted to say more. Zhichan stretched out his hand and smiled to stop her: "younger martial sister, the fighting is about to begin. Let's not say it."

"Good, good fighting, hey hey." Zhixian looked at the thin waste and smiled happily.

Kong Wen's huge body stood on the stage. He was not angry. It was the angry steel of Buddhism. He provocatively looked at Wandu: "little monk has been practicing martial arts for many years and has not made progress, so I want to ask martial uncle Wandu for advice."

"Wow."

All eyes are focused on idleness.

"Hey, hey, I was afraid that something would happen if I provoked him. I didn't expect that he was an apprentice of Zhitong Shizu. I knew this, so I didn't care about him at all." The monk below did not deliberately lower his voice, and said it with a big stab.

"Yes, if I had known, I'm afraid senior brother Kong Wen would have done it yesterday."

"Shh, keep your voice down. I heard that Zhitong master Zu was very powerful."

"Cut, that's all rumors."

Hearing this, Zhichan smiled and shook his head: "these children have never seen the power of younger martial brother Zhitong!"

Xu Zhu, who was beside him, nodded with lingering fear: "it's martial uncle. It's too calm these years."

Put everyone's words in your ears and waste more and more curious. Is it true that your wretched master is really powerful?

"Wasted martial uncle, don't you dare to come up?" The empty smell on the stage looked at the waste again. In his eyes, the sneer was very obvious.

He walked slowly onto the stage and sighed gently: "why do people like being abused so much?"

Kong Wen folded his hands and saluted: "martial uncle, please."

He nodded carelessly and gave a gentle hum.

I heard that the one meter nine body weighing 400 kg was like a heavy tank, leaning directly against the small bicycle in vain with the strong wind.

The arm, which is a little thicker than the wasted thigh, fell from a high place. The wasted hand looked forward as fast as lightning. He grabbed the empty smell wrist, slightly moved to the side of his body, and gently moved around his hand.

"Hoo..."

"Plop!"

Hearing his huge body, Kong fell heavily to the ground, shaking the whole conference room.

On the stage, I wasted my time and stood with my hands down, unspeakable natural and unrestrained.

This change is so fast that everyone has not responded to what is going on, and it is over.

Downstairs, shocked and silly.

It's called instruction. It's just direct torture.

Now, a group of monks finally understand why they just want to sigh.

Zhixian's face didn't move, and the corner of his mouth gently glanced: "empty leisure, you are the leader of our Dinghai Buddhist monks. Go up and teach us about idleness."

"Yes, martial uncle!" Empty leisure gently nodded and walked up slowly.

"Younger martial brother, I'm really an expert disciple of Zhitong martial uncle. It's really beautiful to use this skill with the help of strength and hand in hand!" Xuxian stands on the stage with a calm face, looking at the waste, but in his eyes, the strong sense of war is burning.

The breath of emptiness and leisure is very strong, which is stronger than yourself. Therefore, it is pleasant to waste some expectations and fight with the strong.

"Please." Vanity made a gesture.

"Hoo!" Empty idle punch, smooth and stable.

Idle aside, avoid this punch, stretch your right hand flat, and take your idle chest from under your ribs.

Xu Xian leaned back slightly, changed his fist into claw, and his arm seemed to grow a few inches suddenly, grasping at the wasted shoulder.

"Oh, it's dragon claw." Wasted hurried to sink his shoulder, but the strong wind still hurt his shoulder.

Empty and idle, close your hands in your arms, draw your five fingers together, and stretch forward slowly. It's a palm blow to waste your chest.

"Empty palm!" The people at the bottom had already shouted, and even zhizen smiled and nodded: "I didn't expect that Xuxian has understood the empty palm. It's really a genius for practicing martial arts!"

You know, most people need to condense their Qi for a long time before they can hit the empty palm, but the empty palm is just a gentle grip in their arms and then hit it directly. This difficulty is much greater. It is impossible to do it without more than ten or twenty years of precipitation.

Seeing this silent palm, it seems not difficult to avoid, but I feel that there is no place but under its shadow.

He wasted his time in a hurry, learned from others, and slapped them out.

Seeing that vanity also used a move of vanity palm, they were stunned and thought, could it be that at his age, he can make vanity palm do whatever he wants?

In fact, wasting this palm is just a model, but it changes internal power into genuine Qi.

"Burst"

The two palms are connected, and the idle is just a flash, so he stands firm, but the idle is retreating a few steps in a row, and the Qi and blood in his chest float.

Seeing this opportunity, how can you let go of your leisure and bully yourself. Holding orchids in your hand is another unique skill of Buddhism, orchid finger.

When I was about to be instructed by this, I wasted a burst of depression in my heart, but it stimulated the competitive heart at the bottom of my heart and forcibly suppressed the dry real Qi in my body. I was actually ready to impact the three layers of Qi refining at this time.

To be exact, what he should impact at the moment should be the third layer of Qi refining in the happy heart demon Zen Sutra.

He also just found out that it was inexplicable to meet Zeng Rou last night, so he integrated his cultivation with the happy heart demon Zen Sutra.

Of course, the introduction of the happy heart devil Zen Sutra has been completed, and after integrating with the wasted Qi, it has become the peak of the second layer of the happy heart devil Zen Sutra, separated from the thin layer of window paper on the third layer.

"Break it for me!"

With his roar, the real Qi in his body surged wildly and impacted at full speed. The thin layer of gauze finally burst.

Actually, at this time, he succeeded in breaking through to the three layers of joy and Qi refining. His thoughts were accessible, his Qi was smooth, and his wasted palm was slightly open. Regardless of the orchid finger that could touch his clothes, he stretched out his hand and directly pinched it to the idle neck.

"Porphyrin" orchid pointed to waste, his body shook slightly, but at the same time, his hand had been pinched on his idle neck.

For a moment, Xu Xian's face was as gray as death. After a long time, he gently recited the Buddha's name: "I'm defeated!"

With that, he didn't look at people anymore. He walked out slowly with endless loneliness.

"What? Martial Uncle Xu Xian was defeated? "

"It's impossible. Martial Uncle Xu Xian is the first martial monk of Dinghai Buddhism."

Unbelievable cries rang out in the conference room.

Look into the eyes of vanity, respect and fear.

Idleness quietly wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, felt half of his numb body, smiled bitterly and sighed: "pit, it's really a huge pit!"