Da-da-da-da!

The noisy and noisy sound of running horses and lighting incense drifted through more than 1,000 wings in the east, west, north and south of the Great Zen Temple, and drifted through 72 main halls, until it entered a source that was located in the center of all the halls and faintly reflected with all the surrounding buildings.

This is the main hall of the Great Zen Temple, and it is also the most central place.

Clang!

The bell rang again, and the golden light from the sky shone into this magnificent hall, and a couplet on both sides of it was reflected transparently:

The morning bell and dusk drum wake up the world's fame and fortune.

The sound of the Buddha's horn evokes the lost people in the sea of suffering.

This piece of silence, just engraved on the door wall, will flow a faint golden light, which is extremely strange and extraordinary.

Twenty-two vigorous and powerful characters, each word has no less than two or three special meanings flowing inside, like fists, feet, sticks, swords, guns, swords, halberds, all of which are not all-encompassing.

It seems that with only twenty-two words, it will encompass all the martial arts in the world.

And looking up, this horizontal criticism of the intermittent is empty.

"Abbot! Abbot! ”

At this moment, a little monk riding a fast horse rushed to the scene, and before anyone arrived, there was a hurried shout.

In a panic, he bolted his horse, staggered through the gate, and ran toward it.

Whew!

The faint sound of the wind blew, leading the little monk into the depths of the main hall.

The flame of the incense candle was lit, and it was extremely solemn.

And as you can see, there are three nine-zhang golden Buddhas.

"Amitabha."

When the little monk suddenly saw these three Buddha statues that seemed to be poured with pure gold, his heart was suddenly panicked.

He slowed down, first clasped his hands together and praised the Third Buddha, and then gradually continued to move forward.

At the end of the line of sight, under the three Buddha statues, on a dilapidated futon, there is an old monk who is old and has a rickety figure.

He was dressed in a coarse cloth robe, with his back to the little monk, as if staring at the three Zong Venerables representing the past, present, and future in front of him.

"Abbot..."

The little monk saw that his abbot was facing away from him, and slowly stepped forward.

But suddenly, he seemed to have an illusory image in front of him, only to feel that the abbot with his back to himself suddenly overlapped with the three statues of the nine-zhang golden Buddha.

The endless golden light seems to spread out from the abbot's body, and reflects with the Buddha of the Third Generation.

Wisps of inexplicable aura swept through everything in the surrounding halls, and there seemed to be whispered Zen words in the void.

At this moment, the little monk only felt that the abbot was no different from the three golden Buddhas in front of the hall, and even the golden light Buddha around him was even worse!

The past, present, and future are all in the abbot's body!

"Juexin, why did you come here today before you lit incense?"

And at this moment, the abbot under the futon slowly spoke.

Clang!

His voice seemed to wake up all those who had lost their way, rescue them from the vast sea of suffering, and lead them to the Western Bliss.

At the same time, there is a calming and calming tone, full of great perfection, great wisdom and great stability.

As soon as the words fell, many of the little monk's previous distractions were like being dusted by a handful of fine light, and the soul was swept through.

"Abbot, the Supreme Daoist is visiting."

The little monk of Juexin whispered, only to feel that his mind was suddenly empty, and all the confusion disappeared.

He stared at the abbot's back again, and the illusory shadow, which was even worse than the three golden Buddhas, became an ordinary old monk to the extreme.

But at this glance, he felt that the abbot's ordinary appearance was even worse than before.

"Got it."

The abbot turned his back to Juexin, still did not look back, but waved his hand.

Seeing this, Juexin knew that his abbot already knew, folded his hands again, and slowly left.

He stepped out of the heavy treasure hall, looked at the fast horse that was tied to the side and snorted, and suddenly felt that the light was exceptionally warm today.

"The abbot is about to become a Buddha..."

At this moment, even if the time of awakening the heart is still young, he also perceives the artistic conception circulating in his abbot's body.

He rolled his eyes, and suddenly remembered that his friend Jueyuan in the same wing room was doing his morning homework in the warrior monk square, so he pulled up the horse, wanting to share his feelings after seeing the abbot this time.

Da-da-da-da!

The sound of horses' hooves faded away.

When he came in a hurry, he went too, and the brilliance of the twenty-two characters flowing in front of the main hall became more and more restrained and gentle.

……

After a stick of incense, another person was ushered in outside the main hall.

This is a young man dressed in white and walking calmly.

He walked all the way, walking leisurely, but his feet seemed to be able to cross between existence and non-existence, and he could step dozens or hundreds of meters in one step.

And there is a cloud of void light around it, walking in this majestic ancient temple, it seems to enter the realm of no one.

"Good word."

The boy stopped in front of the main hall and looked at the twenty-two characters for a moment.

After a while, he stroked his hands and praised him, and he was extremely satisfied.

"Just these twenty-two words can cover all the martial arts in the world."

The young man was Duan Zhen, he stepped forward and touched the veins on the font for a while, and his eyes seemed to flash with a sword light.

How wide his vision is, all the martial arts in the Fengyun world remain in his heart, coupled with what he has seen and heard since he practiced all the way, he has seen the subtlety of these twenty-two words.

The essence of the Great Zen Temple is now hidden in it.

No matter swords, guns, sticks, swords, halberds, fists and feet, all martial arts are imprinted in these strokes.

And vaguely, hundreds of strokes in this word intersected, and hundreds of tricks were formed to condense the method.

From the introduction of cultivation to the avenue of immortals, it is all covered here!

For a while, Rao is Duan Zhen was a little fascinated.

"It's a pity that a general outline is missing."

After ten breaths, Duan Zhen withdrew his gaze and shook his head slightly.

He stared at the empty side, stretched out his right palm and pointed up, as if looking at something.

Although this exercise, which wants to dominate the "present", is comprehensive, it still lacks a general outline.

And what Duan Zhen wants to do at this moment seems to be to mention a few words to this empty horizontal batch.

He stretched out his palm, and his mind began to flow through scenes of past cultivation methods, and even corroborated with the twenty-two characters of the present.

For a while, wisps of wind rose rapidly, whistling inside and outside the hall, and even some candles in the hall were extinguished.

The clouds on the horizon suddenly rolled up, turning into a deep black of low oppression, and thunder appeared faintly, as if countless silver snakes were hidden inside.

Duan Zhen stood outside this hall, stretching out his right hand, as if pointing to the end of the heavens.

"It's not close."

And at this moment, Duan Zhen shook his head again and again, as if he had doubts and difficulties in his heart, and his raised right hand was hanging uncertainly.

The sky was already extremely dark, as if a torrential rain was about to fall in the next moment, washing away all the dust in the world.

Thundered!

The thunderstorm flashed suddenly, cutting through the clouds and reflecting on Duan Zhen's face.

At that moment, he moved again.

In addition to the right hand, which had been reaching up, the left hand, which had never moved, suddenly slowly fell and pointed to the earth.

The right hand is held weakly, and it emerges, pointing to the sky.

The left hand is solid, calm and moving, and it falls to the earth.

This scene lasted for forty-nine breaths.

The torrential rain fell suddenly, and Duan Zhen withdrew his palm and stepped into the main hall before the rain fell.

With a hint of calm on his face, he walked into the place where the abbot of the Great Zen Temple was.

Thundered!

The thunder flashed again, reflecting the few large words that had just appeared on the banner.

The font flows with a glow that seems to contain everything, and is intertwined with the twenty-two characters of the couplet.

Heaven and earth, I am the only one.

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