The little dragon's body is more than a foot long, and the diameter of Huineng's ancestral golden bowl is only six inches wide, the little dragon is spinning around on the golden bowl, and he can't swim in it after trying a few times, and he is a little deflated: "Ahem, why is it so difficult to get into your golden bowl?!" ”

"You've changed and you've gotten a little bigger. Okay, help people to the end, and send the Buddha to the west. Come and let me help you. Huineng bent down and stretched out his hand, grabbed the little dragon, lifted it up, lifted it out of the water, and then bent its body and forcibly put it into the golden bowl, Ao Xiaobing raised his head in the golden bowl, and said proudly: "Master, I have now used a spell into your golden bowl." You're going to lose, right? ”

"You want me to give in?" Sixth Ancestor Hui Neng couldn't help but look up at the sky and laugh.

Ao Xiaobing blinked: "What's wrong?" You're smiling so much when you lose? ”

Sixth Ancestor Hui Neng pointed at Ao Xiaobing's head with his left hand and laughed: "Amitabha." Wonderful! Wonderful! Silongzi, this time in the competition, it's not that I lost, but that you have already lost. ”

Ao Xiaobing didn't know why: "What? I've already lost? ”

Sixth Ancestor Huineng nodded: "Yes, you have already lost." ”

Ao Xiaobing was puzzled: "You watched me use spells, I can make myself so big, and now I have become so small, obviously I am in control, why do you actually say that I have lost?" ”

"Indeed, you can make yourself bigger or smaller by using the thousand-year-old spells you have learned," Sixth Ancestor Huineng grinned, "but now, you are trapped in the golden bowl by the old man, curled up, and can no longer move, just ask, can you escape from the old man's golden bowl now?" ”

The golden bowl held by the sixth ancestor Huineng is the supreme ancestral holy relic in Buddhism, and its magic power is boundless. Its authority is equivalent to that of the emperor's seal in the world. Since the first ancestor Bodhidharma came from the east of Tiankasa with a robe, he passed this mantle to the second ancestor Hui Ke, and then passed on the third ancestor Monk Can, the fourth ancestor Daoxin, the fifth ancestor Hongren, and finally to the sixth ancestor Huineng. The lineage of Zen Buddhism has been passed down from generation to generation.

Ao Xiaobing tried to take off and escaped from the golden bowl, but most of the water in the golden bowl had been poured out by the Sixth Ancestor Huineng. As the saying goes: "The dragon is played by shrimp in shallow water." Ao Xiaobing struggled several times, but the inside of the golden bowl was as smooth as a mirror, the water was too shallow, and the dragon with a curled body couldn't use his strength, plus the golden mangs in this golden bowl were full of energy, and the Zen atmosphere was awe-inspiring, at this moment Ao Xiaobing panicked in his heart, and sighed helplessly: "Alas! This time, I really can't use the law, and I can't use the force. ”

The sixth ancestor Huineng said sharply: "Four dragons, as the saying goes, the tiger follows the wind, and the dragon fights the water spirit." Now that you have left the water, and have entered the golden bowl of the old man, you will not be able to escape even if you twist all the six pieces and use all your might. So, old man, I said you've already lost. ”

Only then did Ao Xiaobing know that he had fallen for Huineng's plan, and in addition to regretting it, he scolded Huineng loudly: "Master, it turns out that you just used a trick to lure me into this golden bowl step by step. ”

The sixth ancestor Huineng held the bowl with his right hand, pointed to his heart with his left hand, and his words were hidden in the edge: "When the two armies meet, the wise wins." When you test spells, you rely on strength, and I use wisdom. Now that you've become an old man, you're in a cage. This is precisely the truth that evil prevails over good. ”

"This ......" Ao Xiaobing was trapped in the golden bowl, he couldn't fly if he wanted to, he couldn't escape, so he had to be slaughtered, so he begged, "Master, this time I admit defeat, beg you to let me out." ”

Sixth Ancestor Hui Neng was as cold as frost: "Let you out?" Good, good! You must know how many people you killed some time ago, and how much damage you caused to the surrounding villagers. People want to kill you. ”