"The layman broke the name of the little monk with a word, but the little monk has not yet asked the layman for his name, which is really rude!" Kumachi quietly probed.

Wang Dong smiled and replied: "Poor Dao calls himself Taixuan, I and the Great Wheel Ming King hit it off at first sight, it is really fateful, today it is better to accept you into my disciple, what does King Ming think?" ”

Even if it is an ordinary martial arts person, who dares to say that he is accepted as an apprentice to his face, it would be strange if the other party did not lift the table on the spot, but this big wheel Ming King was very self-contained, he chuckled a few times, and said: "The layman is from Taoism, and the little monk is a disciple of Buddhism. ”

Wang shook his head and said with a smile: "Even if the south and the north retreat, there will always be different paths to the same end, King Ming is a master of Buddhism, don't you hear that the Tao is not the Tao, the Buddha is not the Buddha, the Buddha and the Tao are a family, the source is one, and the Buddha is the Tao." ”

Gu Mozhi said indifferently: "The Buddha is the Buddha, the Tao is the Tao, and the distinction is clear, how can it be confused?" ”

Wang Dong looked at Gu Mozhi for a while, and sighed: "It seems that King Ming has always been obsessed and stubborn, I heard that Buddhism is powerful in teaching demons, and will also use demonic methods to treat stubborn people, so that they will be lost. ”

Gu Mozhi clasped his palms together and said: "If it is not that the little monk is obsessed and does not return, it is really difficult for the layman to be strong, but the layman has Yaxing to teach, and the little monk should receive his own life." ”

As he spoke, he saw his right index finger and thumb gently clasped together, as if holding a flower, and he still had a smile on his face.

Between breaths, there is a solemn sù mu. The qi that was as dangerous as a mountain came out of Gu Mozhi's body. Straight towards the king's cover.

Wang Dong is still calm. His demeanor was indifferent but calm, and he said with a smile: "The Flower Finger Gong is a Shaolin master, and I didn't expect that King Ming, as a master of Tantric Buddhism, would also know this way." ”

The qi on Gu Mozhi's body became more and more condensed, but his face was like a spring breeze, with a warm smile: "Esoteric Shaolin is all in the same vein of Buddhism, and each has different branches. What is so surprising about how I learned this trick! ”

"What King Ming said is reasonable!" Wang Dong nodded, suddenly pointed to the sky, pointed to the ground, and immediately closed his hands towards his chest, forming a magic seal, and the energy rolled endlessly in the center of the handprint, blooming a lotus flower, each bloom was full of infinite vitality, and there was a smile on his face.

Gu Mozhi's expression was grim: "The layman actually knows how to use this flower finger." This surprised the little monk. ”

If it is said that Gu Mozhi's qi is as condensed as a mountain, Wang Dong's qi is illusory. There is no trace to be found, and his whole person is as if he is sitting in the Lingshan Realm, facing the Arhats and Bodhisattvas, talking about Zen and the Dharma, and even the voice seems to be full of wisps of Sanskrit sound.

"I have already said that Buddha is the Tao, and it is only a flower finger, the king of Ming understands, and I naturally understand."

The robes of the monk Gumo Zhi swayed, and there was no wind to automatic, and he said with a long laugh: "Okay! Let the little monk come to teach the layman, this 'Buddha is the way' of the flower finger! ”

Between the flips of the long sleeves, Gu Mozhi's figure flew up, a little empty, and shot out with a snort.

Wang Dong bent his fingers together, and he also pointed out, but this finger was ethereal, without the slightest smell of fireworks.

It is worth mentioning that although the two of them are the flower fingers in the Shaolin 72 stunts, the core of them is to promote the Taoist mind.

Gu Mozhi's attainments in the flower finger are mediocre, but he can imitate the seven or eight success of the flower finger with a small incompatible!

In an instant, the two finger forces of the flower struck each other in the air.

Kiss!

There was no sound of energy splashing, and as soon as Qingyue sounded, it was like a splash of water, and the bubbles cracked, and the finger power of Gu Mozhi was torn apart in an instant, and disappeared into invisibility in mid-air.

Wang Dong's finger power is not weak, and it pierces through the air!

Gu Mozhi was shocked in his heart, his body was still in mid-air, and he suddenly folded in the air, avoiding this finger power in a thousand shots.

Bang!

However, the wide sleeves of the monk's robe were pierced by the finger force, and under the force of the qi, it suddenly exploded, shattering into thousands of pieces in mid-air, like butterflies flying wildly.

"What a superb finger power!"

Gu Mozhi was secretly surprised, but after all, he was a teacher of a country, a figure like a living Buddha in Tibet, and he had a calm and calm atmosphere in his chest, although he was shocked but not chaotic.

Before his figure fell, his palms suddenly closed and wiped!

Hula!

This light wipe was like a thunderbolt hooking the earth's fire, the fire burst between his palms, and wisps of fire rose up, with Gu Mozhi as the center, Fang Yuanzhang searched for it, and the air temperature rose sharply.

"Flame Knife!"

Gu Mozhi broke off with a snort, made a knife with his hand, and waved his palms in succession, accompanied by wisps of flames, and he had already swung out seventy-seven forty-nine knives one after another.

The sword qi bloomed with the firelight, and the power was so powerful that it was enough to teach more than ninety percent of the martial arts students in the world, and it was terrifying.

The flame knife is the essence of Gu Mozhi's lifelong martial arts, and his attainments in this martial art are far more than those of Xiao Wuxianggong.

"If the big day comes, take a finger of flowers!"

Faced with the power of the 7749 flame knives of Gu Mozhi, Wang Dong still replied with a finger.

It is still a flower finger, but this finger is pushed by the Great Sun Rulai, a finger throughout, the confluence of the five elements and five qi rivers generally pours into the palm of the finger, becoming a part of this finger power, the five elements of the qi blend and mutual assistance, the power of this finger has the magic power to make the world's martial artists change color.

Buzz!

Under the trembling sound, the phantom of the Venerable Dari Rulai appeared behind Wang Dong, and it seemed that his index finger and thumb were holding each other, showing a smile.

The vague Sanskrit sounds sounded slowly.

The power of Wang Dong's finger was also slowly pointed out with the sound of Sanskrit.

The air flow collapsed in all directions, and when it fell in Kumachi's eyes, it created an illusion of spatial distortion.

For the first time, a look of horror appeared on Gu Mozhi's face, under this finger, he actually gave birth to the idea that there was nowhere to hide in the heavens and the earth, and the high qi in his body collapsed layer by layer, and the forty-nine flame knives were eliminated by this finger before they could explode.

"How can there be such a master in the world?" The same thought as Murong Bo was born in Gu Mozhi's mind, and he toe to the bronze sedan chair, and his body retreated violently.

But the power of this finger has really reached an incredible level, even if he flew out of the nine zhang distance at the first time, there was still a sudden pain in his chest, and the five qi in his body immediately rebelled and disordered, and Gu Mozhi, a rare master in the world, actually fell straight down from mid-air.

One finger of flowers! (To be continued......)