Li Yundong fixed his eyes and looked at kongawa Xingyun in front of him. He was keenly aware that although his opponent was withered and thin, his eyes were bright and bright, which could not be underestimated. He saluted slightly and said, "I haven't asked your name yet."

Jinchuan Xingyun also folded his hands, bowed and said politely in quite standard Chinese: "I'm Jinchuan Xingyun, please give me more advice!"

He said, regardless of the dirt on the ground, he sat on the ground with his knees crossed. Then he pointed to the floor and said with a smile: "Buddha, why don't you sit down and talk and fight face-to-face?"

Li Yundong is an expert in art. Although he doesn't know what medicine is sold in the other party's gourd, he relies on his profound cultivation and good means. He doesn't care what medicine is sold in the other party's gourd. He just wants to "let him be horizontal and the breeze blows Dagang"!

Li Yundong smiled, sat down cross legged and asked with his hands folded: "I don't know how the Lord of Sichuan wants to fight today?"

Kongawa Xingyun smiled mysteriously, took out a wooden fish from his wide cuff and said with a smile, "how about I compare this sutra chanting skill with the Buddha?"

Li Yundong lost his smile and could hardly believe his ears: does the old monk want to compare with me? Bullying my young book doesn't read as much as he does? Are you kidding? I'm afraid I read more scriptures in the little thousand world than you do!

Li Yundong smiled happily and said, "well, that's better than chanting scriptures!"

When Chuan Xingyun saw Li Yundong's promise, he laughed and praised, "the blessed one is really brave. I admire him!".

The two of them talked solemnly, but everyone on the sidelines was laughing and laughing. Some Chinese practitioners laughed loudly and said, "Hey, old monk, do you have no skills? It's killing me to fight and recite scriptures!"

"Yes, who can't recite scriptures!"

"Why is this chanting superior to others? Do you see who reads more fluently?"

"You're so stupid. Look who reads it first. If your mouth dries and your saliva dries, you'll win!"

"Ah? If they don't dry their saliva, won't they keep reading it? Won't we wait until the end of time?"

"Hee hee, how could it be? The Yellow River still has no flow, not to mention saliva?"

But they were discussing. Kongawa Xingyun raised his hand, took out a small mallet from his cuff, knocked the wooden fish with a "Benedict" sound, and recited the Scriptures solemnly.

The sound was plain, but the sky suddenly darkened. A large black cloud quickly gathered from all directions in the sky of Longhu Mountain.

When they looked up, they saw the thunder rolling in the clouds and the thunder roaring. They suddenly changed their faces. Only then did they understand what Jinchuan Xingyun wanted to do.

For a moment, everyone looked at Jinchuan Xingyun in horror. Does the old monk have to recite scriptures in the thunder? It can't be true? Is he crazy?

Li Yundong's face also changed. He looked up at the dark sky and said in his heart: he was really a lightning robbery expert. He quietly called for thunder. It was powerful!

Li Yundong looked at Jinchuan Xingyun with flashing eyes, but he saw the old monk with his eyes closed, with one hand standing in front of his chest and the other hand gently tapping the wooden fish. He recited the Scripture in a low voice: "impermanence of all actions is the law of birth and death. Birth and death is the law of self, and silence is the joy." it is the Scripture in the great Prajna Sutra.