Chapter 390: It's Time to Give Your Master a Long Face

The journey to the two Zen temples passed extremely slowly, in the eyes of Xuanyuan Qingfeng.

The days of having Wen Hua chattering are even more uncomfortable, especially when he runs over and keeps calling his senior sister, Xuanyuan Qingfeng really has the desire to endure his hands.

Fortunately, Wen Hua's eyes were strong, and he didn't dare to ask more questions when he saw her face.

What's more, you can see that Wen Hua often splits the river with a broken wooden sword, and when he encounters a high mountain, he splits the mountain with a wooden sword.

Chen Jun sat in the carriage, listening to Wen Hua's babbling of sword practice, holding a scroll of Taoism in his hand.

One gasification and three clearing!

This is the supreme secret technique, and it is the first time he has read it.

Originally, it was not suitable in Beimang, but now that he is free, after reading the small semi-secret technique, Chen Jun has a feeling of gasp.

One Qi and Three Clears, as the name suggests, is to refine the three major incarnations according to the origin of one qi, but the inside is far from that simple.

This secret technique Chen Jun looked obscure, and he didn't know how Yuan Qingshan refined it.

But no matter what, this secret art has great potential, and it is a big gain.

The carriage stopped and stopped, and finally took more than three months to arrive in Langya County, in fact, most of it was consumed in Wen Hua's sword practice.

The two Zen temples are located in Langya County, in this mountain temple out of countless monks, the most famous one recently, commonly known as Yang Taisui, is the emperor of the two dynasties today.

There are more than 3,000 monks of various dynasties and generations who have passed away in the temple, and more than 200 of them have been named national teachers. Beginning from the Hinayana Zen method to the meditation meditation, and then to the Northern Wei Dynasty 36 bodhisattvas in the flesh at the same time on the mountain to open up a translation field, the Buddha's light shines, and then 800 years ago to the supreme Buddha Patriarch Yi Ye crossed the sea to teach the Mahayana wall view, and finally became the ancestral court of Buddhism.

In the past hundreds of years, Buddhism and Taoism have competed, and every ten years they have debated with the Taoist sect, and the monks in this temple have gone to sit with the dragon and tiger mountain to discuss the Tao. But unlike the strict hierarchy of the Taoist ancestral court, there are not too many rules here, anyone can go up the mountain, and they can go everywhere on the mountain.

This is the unique two Zen temples.

Practicing self-Zen and other Zen, Zen oneself is also Zen people.

"Master, Master, it's not good~"

"Master, Master, it's not good~"

A little monk quickly shuttles in the tower forest on the back of the temple, here is the burial ground of the high monks of the two Zen temples in the past dynasties, a total of more than 1,000, the size of the tomb tower is different, each has a carved inscription, at a glance it is like a dense forest.

Soon the little monk in the light red robe stopped, because he saw a cute girl, "Stupid Nanbei, is there a monster chasing you?" ”

"Nope." The monks from the north and south stopped and touched their bright heads.

"No, you're running that fast?"

"Yes, I don't have to run, but the old host said that there is a sword god with an apprentice at the foot of the mountain who wants to demolish our two Zen temples, and asked me to invite a master."

"Stupid Nanbei, then hurry up, what are you doing here?"

The girl took the little monk's hand and ran, and the girl ran fast, surprisingly the little monk's face was red, but he liked this feeling.

The little monk met his master, and the girl met her father.

The white-clothed monk was extremely tall and handsome, but his face was as ugly as a bitter gourd, as if the private money he had hidden yesterday had been discovered.

It is rare for a monk to have private money, and there is only one monk in the world who dares to marry a wife.

"Master, Master, it's not good."

"What did I say stupidly." The girl slapped her mouth, "Ahh ”

"What's wrong?" The white-robed monk yawned.

"Stupid Nanbei, you know."

The stupid monk in the north and south couldn't speak, and felt very comfortable touching the girl's soft and fragrant hand, but suddenly there was a loud sound in his head, and the little monk said: "Master, what are you doing knocking on my head?" ”

The white-clothed monk asked, "Are the girl's hands soft, fragrant?" ”

The little monk replied truthfully, "The hands of the things are so soft, a little fragrant, and they smell good." ”

"Ah, Master, why are you still beating me?"

"If you don't let go and still fight, what did you have to tell me before?"

"Oh."

Only then did the little monk react, "Master, the old host said that there is a sword god under the mountain who has brought an apprentice to demolish our two Zen temples and call you over." ”

"Master, sword god, I heard that it was a thousand miles of sword to take people's heads, it seems to be very powerful, can you beat him?"

The white-clothed monk knocked down the chestnut again, and sighed: "Where do I know this?" ”

"Master!"

"I've let go of things, why are you still knocking on my chestnuts?" The little monk said sadly: "If you still knock me, I won't go with you, let you fight with that sword god alone." ”

"What can you do with this little body?"

The little monk said indignantly: "It's not you, master, you refuse to teach me advanced martial arts, what can I do, the boxing book on the three walls of the Thousand Buddha Hall, after reading it for so many years, I really can't see it." ”

The master didn't have the slightest sense of responsibility and said perfunctorily: "That's why things say you're stupid." ”

The little monk finally followed the master, and there was something behind him.

Two Zen Temple Thousand Buddha Hall, the wall is painted with King Kong Arhat boxing, lifelike, the ground is uneven, a total of one hundred and twenty-eight footprints of small pits, it is rumored on the rivers and lakes that this is the most powerful one of the two Zen Temples to subdue the demons, who can face the wall to watch the boxing, walk one hundred and eight steps right, you can be firmly in the top three of the world's martial arts.

This hall two Zen temples carve Buddha here a year, so far there are Buddha statues broken thousand, the white-clothed monks are both this generation of monument keepers, but also this generation of thousand Buddha temple statue monks.

At that moment, Chen Jun and the white-clothed monk sat opposite each other, and there were two people standing behind them.

"I came all the way over, Li beware that you didn't ask your daughter-in-law to cook some food for me to taste, this is insincere."

The white-clothed monk drank it coldly, wiped his mouth and said: "In the temple, I cook for my daughter-in-law, and I don't have any mouthful, so don't think about it." ”

"Just drink plain water?" Chen Jun raised the broken white porcelain cup, "In Beimang, the empress made me a meal with her own hands." ”

The white-clothed monk said calmly: "It's already good to have water to drink, Beimang, you originally asked for forty percent, and finally asked for thirty percent, the entire Jianghu people think that your next goal is to deal with the Liyang Dynasty, but few people know that you come to me, let's say, how much do you want from the two Zen Temples?" ”

"Not much, and Wudang a number, two percent!"

The white-clothed monk pouted: "It's okay." ”

"I have always been very fair and kind, Tong Suo is not bullied, and my reputation is guaranteed."

"I'm talking about finishing the drink and calling it a day early."

Chen Jun put down the cup: "If you are in such a hurry to fight, you are willing, I don't want to do it." Beimang was a little injured over there, although he was almost raised, but it was troublesome to fight, I am a sword god, you are a Buddha head, can you think of something interesting, how vulgar is the fight, and how innovative is it? ”

"That's a good dare, I also save the host."

The white-clothed monk asked, "How do you want to innovate?" ”

"Aren't the two Zen temples and the Taoist gate a popular debate?"

"Your apprentice is very powerful, I heard that it was the last disciple of the Buddha, the Venerable Subhadra, who came to the world, and it just so happened that I also accepted an apprentice, and the words are very powerful, give me education and educate him, let him know that the sky is high and the earth is thick."

"Yes!" The white-robed monk is humane.

"Then it's decided."

Chen Jun suddenly turned around, and Wen Hua looked confused.

He patted him on the shoulder, "Come on, come out with your usual demeanor, and the time has come to give your master a long face." ”