"Sure enough, it's him!"

After knowing the truth, Wu Xuan's anger rose in his heart. There are just some small contradictions between himself and him, and all of this is his initiative to provoke, I didn't expect the people to find someone to push him off the cliff, this heart is too ruthless and poisonous! So Wu Xuan thought about using this illusion skill to make Chao Xinglong commit suicide by jumping off the cliff by himself. If he doesn't die today, who knows if he will cause more and bigger trouble in the future?

"Kill! Or don't kill! ”

Wu Xuan is entangled, no matter what, he is just a high school student who has not really entered the society, killing people is not killing chickens and dogs, although it is only an indirect use of illusion to kill people, but it still makes Wu Xuan very entangled.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

At this moment, an old monk wearing a red robe appeared in the crowd, and as his voice came, the illusion in Chao Xinglong's eyes dissipated like a mist being blown away, but Wu Xuan felt that a wave of energy shattered his situational illusion, and at the same time, the anger in his heart was completely suppressed by this Buddhist voice. If someone looks at Wu Xuan's eyes at this time, they will find that a trace of blood red in Wu Xuan's eyes has gradually receded, and at the same time, there is also murderous intent.

This situation is naturally due to the fact that the old monk added internal force when reciting the Buddha's name, and one of the most significant features of Buddhist kung fu is to calm the mind and break the illusionary obstacles, of course, these Wu Xuan are still incomprehensible.

Several young monks dressed in gray cloth monk's robes walked out of the crowd and carried Chao Xinglong, whose face was as sluggish as dementia, to the backyard of the temple, while the old monk walked in front of Wu Xuan.

"Buddha is destined to be a person, is the little donor willing to talk to me later?"

"Huh? I don't want to be a monk. ”

Wu Xuan came back to his senses, and the old man in front of him was kind and kind, and he still had an auspicious aura on his body. It's a pity that Wu Xuan felt that this monk was very strange, as if he was completely unsheltered in front of him, coupled with the murderous intent just now, there was a trace of fear in his heart, so he turned around and left without looking back.

Seeing that Wu Xuan turned around and left without hesitation, the old monk was obviously stunned, but he caught up with Wu Xuan with a smile.

"The little donor can't feel the internal force, but he can affect the spiritual perception of ordinary people, which is really a genius. It's a pity that the killing intent is too strong, and in the long run, I'm afraid that I will go crazy. ”

Wu Xuan, who was leaving quickly, immediately stopped after hearing this, these words are very informative. This old monk actually knew that it was his own illusion, and he also mentioned internal strength, doesn't this mean that there is really internal power in Chinese kung fu?

The old monk's name is Xuming, which is the first seat of the Three Ancestors Temple. In a room in the backyard, Wu Xuan picked up a small tea bowl of purple sand and drank it all.

"Old monk, this tea bowl is too small, how much do you have to drink to quench your thirst."

The little monk who was in charge of pouring tea next to him said with a look of disdain: "There is a way for everything, there is a way for making tea, and there is also a way for drinking tea." When drinking tea, you have to drink it slowly and slowly, only in this way can you taste the six flavors of tea. ”

Wu Xuan said disapprerovingly: "The little monk is talking about the tea ceremony, I've heard of it." However, in my opinion, drinking tea is to quench thirst, a large bowl of tea has a taste in the stomach, like this small bowl of slow drinking what is called, I am not a monk, but there is no spare effort. ”

The old monk smiled and said: "What the donor said makes sense, the so-called tea ceremony is nothing more than self-deception. The tea ceremony was originally meant to pursue and understand nature, but now it is absurd that it is regarded by the laity as a symbol of art and taste. There are as many people in the world as there are ways to drink this tea, and naturally there are many different tea ceremonies. But everything is the same, just like Chinese kung fu, which was originally intended to strengthen the body, but it turned out to be characterized as a skill to fight bravely and ruthlessly on the battlefield, which is really the end of the road. ”

Wu Xuan picked up the purple sand tea bowl again and said, "Old monk, you have something to say." If you have anything to say, just say it, don't you just invite me to tea? ”

"I wonder what Master Wu thinks of Chinese kung fu? Where do you learn from? ”

"Monk, what exactly do you want to say?"

"Hehe, I see that Wu Shi has already had murderous intentions just now, the murderous spirit is too heavy at a young age, and if he goes on like this, he will go mad sooner or later, it is better to take refuge in my Buddha and use Buddhism to dissolve his anger, and at the same time satisfy your desire to learn Huaxia Divine Skills."

"Poof!"

Wu Xuan had just squirted out all the tea he had just eaten. Did you hear that right? Take refuge in my Buddha? Jokes, right? Is this old monk crazy?

The old monk wiped the tea from his face and said, "If you don't agree, you don't need to spray me, right?" I'm talking about lay disciples leading the practice, where do you want to go? ”

"Lay disciple?" Wu Xuan scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Why me?" ”

"Because I see your talent......"

"Talent? You don't want to say that I have a unique skeleton and a martial arts wizard, and the task of saving the world will be handed over to me in the future, right? ”

"Ahem...... "Xu Ming coughed dryly twice: "In fact, it is true, Buddhist kung fu is different from other kung fu, and it pays the most attention to talent and understanding, so ......"

Before Xu Ming finished speaking, Wu Xuan interrupted: "Needless to say, if it is a lay disciple, I agree, which old monk, do you have any cheats to take out quickly?" Is it the Yijin Sutra? Washing the marrow meridian? Or is it Prajnagong? Or is it the Nyorai Divine Palm? ”

"Ahem......"

Xu Ming continued to cough dryly: "There are no of the four Buddhist martial arts you mentioned, and the Buddhist martial arts are all used to strengthen the body, activate the meridians, and assist in cultivation, but they are used crookedly by the world......

Wu Xuan's face changed slightly: "No? You can't fool me, right? What are the benefits of being a lay disciple? ”

"Of course the benefits have ......"

As soon as he talked about the benefits of Buddhist disciples, Xuming talked about it eloquently, but Wu Xuan rolled his eyes when he heard it, who would do it, he stood up and turned around and left, so Xuming, who was bothering to be strong, was dumbfounded, and had no choice but to get up and stop Wu Xuan and said:

"Well, if you want to do real kung fu, it depends on your chance. There are 74,000 books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Sanzu Temple, which contains not only the classics about Buddhism, but also about health. If you can't find a book on Kung Fu within half an hour, I'll honestly start by chanting, as long as you can read and recite 3,000 Buddhist scriptures...... Three hundred volumes, how about I personally teach you Buddhist kung fu? ”

"Hehe, what if I find a book on kung fu?"

"If you can really find it in half an hour, you don't have to read and recite any scriptures in the future, but if you can't find it, you have to follow my arrangement, even if you are not in the temple, how about reciting the Buddha every day?"

"It's a deal!"

"It's hard to chase a horse!"

The scene in the Thousand Buddha Hall made Xu Ming see Wu Xuan's potential, so he thought about converting Wu Xuan to Buddhism, but he was forced to think of a way to gamble. At the same time, he was afraid that Wu Xuan would be scared away by the number of 3,000 Buddhist scriptures he recited, so he changed it to 300 volumes. He was confident that as long as Wu Xuan could read and recite 300 Buddhist scriptures, he would definitely be converted to refuge. It's a pity that he didn't know that Wu Xuan was an anomaly, so his plan was doomed to fail.

At the same time, in a corner of the Three Ancestors Temple, a thug poured some liquid on a handkerchief.

"Hehe, after a while, I will say that Li Xinyan is suffering from heat stroke, and I will pretend to be my boyfriend to help her leave, and this is it!"