Chapter 479: Creation (Part II)

The old monk's eyes are empty, in his heart, there is only the Buddhist scripture hall, in which Wu Xuan is in it, reciting Buddha scriptures, and strengthening the prosperity of the hall, which is to enhance his own heart and strength.

"All the Fa that arises from causes and conditions is a dream, like a shadow in a bubble, as unpredictable as a haze, and as fast as lightning. When you understand these words, you have the first enlightenment of the Buddha. ”

The voice of the old monk remained in Wu Xuan's heart, and Wu Xuan remembered it and analyzed the meaning of these words with a heart that yearns for compassion.

"What I have experienced, my own martial arts mastery, and even myself are illusory, real, only that simple and true heart......"

Wu Xuan muttered to himself, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his clear and wise expression added some quiet and simple Buddha rhyme.

"I seem to have some understanding!"

Wu Xuan stood up excitedly and clasped his fists at the old monk.

He was overjoyed in his heart, this may not be an improvement in strength, but the cultivation of the state of mind is more valuable than his strength.

After all, martial arts can be learned, even the stupidest person, with ten or twenty years of hard work to learn, can also comprehend one or two, but the state of mind cannot.

When a person is confused, even if there is a Chinese mastery, he will become a waste person who is insufficient.

"Okay, the donor is worthy of being a destined person favored by the Buddha, rare, rare!"

The old monk stood lightly, and he began to examine Wu Xuan's body.

From top to bottom, it seems to see through Wu Xuan's heart to see if what he says is true.

Wu Xuan stood calmly and let the old monk scrutinize, he had a clear conscience, not a mouthful, but a heartfelt word.

"Not bad!" The old monk bowed his head approvingly, and he said solemnly: "If the donor is willing, the old monk has decided to teach you the five methods of Bodhi, my Buddhist mastery." ”

Wu Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then his heart immediately burst into ecstasy, and then he asked worriedly: "Senior, I am not a member of the Buddhist family, this Buddhism is a master, wouldn't it be better for you to teach your disciples?" ”

The old monk shook his head slightly, and said: "The donor is very wrong, although the five methods of Bodhi are unique to Buddhism, but not only Buddhists can learn, only people who are really related to the Buddha can learn it." ”

He turned around and turned his back to Wu Xuan, giving him a sense of the vicissitudes of life for all beings.

"The Buddha is everywhere, but also in the hearts of the people, the donor has my Buddha in his heart, and through the recognition of the heavens and all the Buddhas, he can naturally learn the five methods of Bodhi, but I am a little apprentice, he is stupid and has no relationship with the Buddha." The old monk said.

Wu Xuan bowed his head, and then said solemnly: "The younger generation will live up to the expectations of the predecessors, and after learning this method, they will never abuse it and discredit the Buddhist family!" ”

The old monk chuckled, and his heart was also full of joy, he saw people very accurately.

And Wu Xuan has the recognition of the Buddha, which reassures him, but everyone has shortcomings.

He admonished: "This Bodhi Five Methods is a Buddhist mastery, not just a three-point study, it is a real mastery, when used just right, it can save people and kill people." ”

"How to use the five methods of Bodhi, donors can have no worries after the meeting. But the old man also has to remind that the five methods of Bodhi are the absolute learning of Buddhism, and once the donor uses the five methods of Bodhi to give birth to something that rebels against the true meaning of the Buddha, it will be counterattacked, remember. ”

Wu Xuan's head: "The younger generation will remember it." ”

The old monk laughed: "Very good, very good, but the old man just looked at your Dharma body, although the donor is righteous, but the iron and blood are ruthless, and the killing is too heavy." And this murderous intention cannot be hidden, if you want to learn the five methods of Bodhi, you need to carry out a purification. ”

Wu Xuan secretly sighed with emotion, this master is a master.

A simple glance reveals the existence of his inner being.

This murderous intent was born from his years of bathing in the blood of the enemy, and he couldn't get rid of it even if he wanted to.

Now there is an old monk who wants to purify him, and he can't be happy.

"Please ask the seniors to teach, and the younger generations will listen to you."

Wu Xuan admired the old monk, such an unfathomable Buddhist person, he felt even more powerful than Qin Lao.

Of course, this is just a gut feeling.

The old monk smiled, and he said in his heart that young people who can have such a perception will grow immeasurably in the future.

He nodded and said, "It's okay, the purification thing is vain, and the real need to contribute is the donor himself, and the old man only plays the role of building bridges." Now that the donor is ready, he will exert all his strength to have a discussion with the old man, and let the old man see through all the things that the donor has. ”

"Do you want to do your best?"

Wu Xuan's fighting spirit was surging, but he also wanted to see the true strength of the old monk.

Wu Xuan smiled and said, "If the juniors are rude, please forgive the seniors." ”

The old monk said: "Don't worry too much, you can use your fists and feet, according to the old man, your strongest trick should be combined with that dagger." ”

Wu Xuan was surprised, he smiled, and the dragon scale blood dagger was in his hand, and the edge was exposed, and the rainbow light shone in all directions.

"Sure enough, I still can't escape the eyes of my predecessors."

The old monk smiled lightly: "It's good to have reservations in the battle, that's kindness, but since the old man let the donor do his best, he naturally knows that the donor can't hurt the old man." ”

He stood in place, his hands folded, a simple and unpretentious figure, but it gave people a feeling of detachment from the world and the body of Buddha rhyme.

Wu Xuan's eyes suddenly shrunk and shrank, he knew that the old monk's self-confidence came from strength, and his self-confidence ...... The same origins from strength!

"Juniors are going to do it!"

Wu Xuan is like a flying arrow off the bow, and the dragon scale blood dagger is the edge of the arrow, which has the power to penetrate everything.

He was indeed unreserved, and in an instant, he played out the essence of the Dragon Scale Four Styles.

The old monk's eyes flashed in surprise, he had an idea in his heart, but it was not very mature, the ordinary Buddha body collided with the sharp and unstoppable dragon scale blood dagger.

"It's so strong!"

Wu Xuan flew out upside down in an instant, and the huge shock almost caused the dragon scale blood dagger in his hand to fly.

He was extremely shocked in his heart, his strength was indeed inferior to that of the old monk.

But this dragon scale blood dagger is not an ordinary thing, it is an artifact inherited from Qin Lao's hands, and its sharpness can be called chopping everything in the world.

But it was such a dagger that lost the slightest power in the ordinary fleshy palm of the old monk.

It's like an old monk who used his compassionate heart to influence the dragon scale blood dagger that kills the enemy like hemp.

"The donor's trick doesn't seem to be the strongest trick."

Wu Xuan's head was raised: "The predecessor is really as wise as a torch, and the next attack is not comparable to this move." ”

"Amitabha, donor can do as much as he can."

Wu Xuan mobilized his momentum, and this time, he intuitively simplified the last three moves of the four dragon scale forms, and its power was condensed on the final human-dragon unity.

"Senior has taken over."

The sound of the dragon's roar roared and shook the sky, and Wu Xuan turned into a streamer and rushed out.

The yellow leaves of early autumn are scattered one after another, startling thousands of birds, and the animals are separated from the group and fleeing in panic.

(End of chapter)