After completing an academic seminar in China, Madagasas suddenly had a whimsical idea to take an ocean liner back to Washington, and enjoy the scenery of the sea along the way, because after returning to Washington, there are more things waiting for him, and he wants to have another leisurely and pleasant vacation, at least in the middle of the next year, Madagascar never misses any opportunity to relax and be lazy.

So he found a friend in Huaguo, the president of a shipping company, and explained what he meant, and the other party immediately used his connections to arrange a cargo ship, but also a luxurious ocean line, and on the voyage, he took himself to the port of Manhattan. The first five days were calm, the sea was so leisurely that he could hear the goddess of the sea singing, and Madagasas never questioned his voyage, even considering it a gift from God, but the upheaval began on the sixth day.

The sea, which had been as peaceful as an old grandmother at home, suddenly turned into a sea of storms overnight, surrounded by lightning and thunder, and black clouds overhead seemed to press down on the mast of the island, and it was as if an evil mage was reciting a curse, and the waves roared and devoured their ships, including him.

After waking up, he had already come to the Zen Temple, turning back and forth as if he had a dream, and then he never left, and he could never leave, and finally inherited the will of this place, became a member of this place, and had a new name, Wuxi. When he bears this name, he has already begun another life.

Later, he learned that the shipyard of Huaguo Friend, who helped him leave, collapsed because of the shipwreck and was acquired by another company, and his wife 3 and daughters were looking forward to a bad news, this cruel separation, destroyed his originally happy and beautiful family.

"Wuxi, come to the Zen Temple, choose another lonely life, do you regret it?" Zangkong's voice sounded from behind, and he asked in a low voice.

Breathless turned around slowly.

"Please, abbot, don't be so wishful, when did I choose this kind of life, I didn't choose at all! I was stranded here for twenty-six years! I hated, I cried, but I don't regret it. Wuxi paused, "No matter what I face today, I will not regret it."

Then he never looked back, and disappeared into the shadows with the two warrior monks.

Kurakura came to the back of the elder district and walked into a courtyard built by a mountain forest, the courtyard and the Zen Xi Temple with its hard exterior lines are equivalent to two completely different worlds, with rockeries and pavilions, and the architectural style is eclectic, and the scenery is changing and changing. The winding path leads to the secluded, which does not contradict the principles of nature. The peaks and loops turn around, and they are more beautiful and elegant. The high and low bends of the stone shore are left to their own devices, the pines and cypresses are like pagodas, and the vines are ancient and picturesque, even if the energy of the Zen Temple is cut off, only the reflection of the night light shows everywhere a transcendent and fascinating situation independent of the outside world at this moment.

The only point that is not commensurate with the garden is that in the pond under the rockery, there is no half-point fish tail, only a quiet pool of living water, flowing quietly, but it does not seem lonely. In the courtyard, there stood an old monk with a long robe and white beard, and his eyebrows were hanging, standing simply in the pavilion, standing with his hands in his hands, and the firelight from the end of the Zen Temple was reflected in those eyes, without half of his emotions, as if everything had nothing to do with him, the only thing related was that when the fire disappeared, a sea of stars emerged on the sky.

Tibetan empty salute.

"Master Xuanbei, the Zen Temple has encountered a strong enemy, it is in danger, and the descendants of Zen Buddhism cannot be recalled urgently, I hope that Master Xuanbei can take action and control the situation. ”

Xuan Bei looked at Zangkong and sighed lowly.

"Do you know why I'm here, Zen meditation?"

Tibetan hollow head gave birth to a strange feeling, Zen Xi Temple encountered a strong enemy, hearing such a situation, Xuan Bei should have made a quick move, why did he still come to discuss with him what not to move Zen. Zangkong didn't dare not answer.

"Probably because of the remote and carefree location here, the master was able to cultivate his self-cultivation here and understand the meditation and meditation path such as immovable meditation. ”

Xuan Bei smiled and shook his head, stepped out, and Wu Xi involuntarily took a step back, and at the same time, he was surprised by Xuan Bei's ability.

"I took a step, did I move?" Xuan Bei smiled.

"It seems to you that I moved, but it seems to me that the world moved. The greatest mystery of immovable Zen is to seek death in life, to seek stillness in motion, to move, to seek immobility, around these four places, there is no living existence, trees, flowers, air, the vitality and operation of all things, but it can be called 'movement', but the movement of all things is just "phase", rest and condense the mind, investigate the nature of the mind, where After hundreds of millions of years, all these landscapes are fleeting, the movement of this world is just the sea, the sunset is the mulberry field, the movement of the previous moment has become eternal in the next moment, so what is the difference between movement and immobility?

All seemingly down-to-earth substances, in the face of time, are fragile and decaying, only a clear heart, is the eternal existence, this is immovable Zen. ”

"In the rain of bullets, I stood still, between the towers and pavilions, I saw the world changing instantly. This is immovable meditation. Xuan Bei's eyes were fixed on the hidden sky.

"It is a pity that the limited life cannot be used to comprehend the Zen and Buddhist paths and understand the essence. "Hide the empty eyes and show the essence.

"What does the ancestor mean by that?" Xuan sighed.

"Show up, you don't have to hide like this. Zangkong's eyes flashed with red light, his body flicked, and he shot at Xuan Bei, his hands together into palms, and he imprinted on the chest of Xuan Bei, the first master of Zen Dao!

"Zangkong" held a sturdy chest in the seal of Xuanbei, and the huge thrust pushed "Zangkong" and Xuanbei out together, but the face of "Zangkong" showed an extremely frightened look. Although he hit Xuan Bei, he didn't feel half of his strength at all, that is to say, in addition to his palm sticking to Xuan Bei's robe, in fact, the strength of this palm did not add half of Xuan Bei's entity.

It is equivalent to hitting an ethereal phantom, or hitting a piece of paper, Xuan Bei should indeed retreat with his palm, but the power that makes him retreat is not his own palm blow, but his self-retreat, the speed and position of the grasp is very good, the Xuan Bei in front of him is like a feather, under his palm wind, there is no half of the quality, let alone half of the force.

"Shoot!" "Zangkong" shouted violently.

Around the entire courtyard, four or five black shadows protruded, one of which was the tallest and most threatening, and the position was directly behind Xuan Bei. Zangkong withdrew his palm, retreated backwards, and tore off the mask on his face, and it was Dawa, one of the ten generations of Arhats of the Tibetan Tantric Buddhism.

Because they had obtained the information of the Zangkong, they used the human skin mask that was enough to mess with the truth, covering it, approaching Xuanbei, waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack, as long as the first master of the Zen Xi Temple was eradicated, then the Zen Xi Temple would be equivalent to losing the backbone, and everything would collapse completely.

Therefore, in order to soothe Xuan Bei, the person responsible for sniping Xuan Bei, in addition to Dawa, plus the four masked people, the most powerful person is the person behind Master Xuan Bei who is taller than ordinary people, although he is covered with a hooded coat, but the unfathomable momentum still can't hide it, and that kind of momentum is enough to show that this person is a grandmaster level and has supreme strength.

What is fate? If fifteen years ago, I told myself that one day I would stand on this stage, facing a life-and-death contest, I would never believe it, and now I can at least know that fate and life are so strange and impermanent, and the world is full of wonders, fifteen years ago, I lived in Washington, how could I possibly imagine that fifteen years later, I abandoned my family and became a monk, and I am a monk who not only eats wine and meat, but also holds modern equipment and participates in a battle plan with the world as the battlefield stage。 Fate is an invisible chess game, so what is the fate that awaits you in the future?

"What person!" In the dark passage of the building, two faint figures appeared, and the strength level of the two warrior monks beside Jiekong was enough to see, and they were also excellent, and the guns in their hands suddenly pointed in that direction.

They came out of the underground command center of the Zenxi Temple, intending to climb to the top of the tall building above their heads, and then ambush the enemy from above. However, I didn't expect to encounter a situation just halfway through. Under the dim emergency light, the figure gradually emerged,

The precepts and precepts appeared in front of the three of them with the traces of the battle in the dust.

"It's still so much fuss, it's really in line with your style of quitting empty rats. The precept said coldly, but there was incomparable contempt in his tone and the smell of * that permeated the highest peak of the iceberg. Seeing that it was the precept, the nose that was almost out of breath was crooked.

"Your kid isn't dead yet, what a surprise to me!"

"After the prize, I won't leave first moment before you hold your breath. The precept swept the precept with disdain, and when he saw the ring circle next to him, he had multiple abrasions on his face, it seemed that the previous battle was really not easy.

"Jieyuan, how is the War Monk Team 2?"

Ring Yuan bit his lip and tried not to let his tears fall.

"All but me were killed......

Jiekong was stunned when he heard this, and then turned to look at the Jiefa, almost roaring and shouting.

"*Aren't you a human being!2 teams are just formed teams, but all of them are newly formed war monks, and their combat effectiveness is the weakest of all war monk troops, and under your hands, they will all be wiped out, those are all children!"

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