"I can't imagine that there is still a supreme great master in the meditation monastery. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Zhang Daoyi sensed the faintly distorted celestial phenomenon in the Jingnian Meditation Monastery, and was a little surprised in his heart.

According to the news he sent someone to investigate, there should be only four holy monks in the Jingnian Monastery now, and these four old monks have been famous for a long time, and they are all the cultivation of the great masters.

"However, it is normal to not hear that there is a Supreme Grand Master in the Meditation Meditation Temple, this Supreme Grand Master is very hidden, if I hadn't come in person, I'm afraid it would have been difficult to detect the slightly distorted celestial phenomenon."

Zhang Daoyi guessed that this supreme great master should have cultivated a method to hide his own aura, but although this method was useful, it was still difficult to hide it in front of masters of the same level.

Especially when it comes to the realm of the supreme great grandmaster, every move is a heavenly might, if it can completely merge with heaven and earth without revealing the slightest breath, then it is a saint.

"I wonder what the layman is doing here?" At this moment, an old and powerful voice came from Zhang Daoyi's ears, like a wooden fish whispering, which had a unique charm.

"I heard that He's Bi was born, so let's take a look!" Zhang Daoyi's voice appeared directly in the ears of an old monk sweeping the floor in the Jingnian Meditation Temple, and at the moment when the old monk's voice appeared, Zhang Daoyi had already locked his position.

"He's Bi hasn't been born yet, so please go back!" The old monk was still sweeping his ground, but the voice appeared clearly in Zhang Daoyi's ears.

They are not talking with their mouths, but they are transmitting sound with the Dao fetus, and when King Kong is not bad, Zhang Daoyi has the effect of punching his will into the brains of others to cause an effect similar to that of a thousand miles of transmission.

However, although King Kong can transmit sound for thousands of miles when it is not bad, it is difficult to transmit it too far, and Zhang Daoyi can't do anything more than a kilometer away, but now that the Dao tire is complete, this ability has become even stronger.

The communication between Zhang Daoyi and the sweeping monk did not alarm anyone, and people came and went around Zhang Daoyi, but no one noticed the change here.

"If I insist on seeing it!" Looking at the temple in front of him, Zhang Daoyi said lightly, without a trace of fireworks in his voice.

"Then I can only ask the layman for advice!" The old monk put down the broom in his hand as he spoke, and whispered the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!" ”

This sound is like a morning bell and a dusk drum, shocking, this is the roar of the lion of Buddhism.

Legend has it that when a monk met an evil tiger, the monk Yang shouted a Buddha name, and the evil tiger surrendered, eliminating all ferocity and no longer being evil.

The lion's roar in Buddhism is a spiritual martial art that can shake people's minds.

The old monk's Buddha horn is like a great day to travel to the sky, with the general trend of panic between heaven and earth, if the thoughts in the heart are not accessible at all, they will be subdued by this Buddha horn.

However, Zhang Daoyi's state of mind has already reached the state of formlessness, without the slightest flaw.

The old monk's moves were like a breeze blowing on Zhang Daoyi's face, and they didn't have much power.

"Why bother, I just want to see how strange Heshi Bi is, and I don't have the heart to seize it!" Zhang Daoyi shook his head and said as he slowly walked towards the gate of the Meditation Meditation Temple.

Of course, he just doesn't have the intention of seizing it now, if He Shibi has an effect on him breaking through the Supreme Dao Fetus, then he can't be blamed for being polite.

The incense of the meditation monastery is prosperous, every day there are countless good men and women who come here to burn incense and worship the Buddha, Zhang Daoyi mixed in the crowd of people who came to the incense all the way unimpeded to the old monk.

The old monk didn't let people stop Zhang Daoyi, Zhang Daoyi and him are characters in the same realm, and the gap between each realm is like a moat, and his disciples and grandchildren are not enough for Zhang Daoyi to fight with one hand.

Along the way, the magnificent palaces and the huge copper tripods all show the wealth of this meditation monastery.

Outside the palace, the smoke in the copper tripod is filled, and the faint fragrance is bursting, and the sound of bells from the temple is even more sacred and solemn.

A huge golden Buddha in the hall of the Mahavira hung low, like a real Buddha, and did not dare to look at all beings, which can be seen from the hands of the master.

Under the Buddha, there are eighteen Arhats serving under the seat, with different forms, vaguely with an inexplicable charm.

Ordinary people may not be able to see the mystery in it, but Zhang Daoyi saw that the Eighteen Arhats are a set of martial arts, and if they are talented people, they may not be able to understand a set of superior martial arts from it.

"This set of martial arts can be called the Eighteen Arhat Fist!"

Zhang Daoyi has already understood the true meaning of this set of martial arts, and now he has already reached the point where all laws are clear about martial arts.

"The statue of the Eighteen Arhats should be from the hands of the Eighteen Supreme Grandmasters, this is also a formation!" Suddenly, Zhang Daoyi saw something again, and the conclusion he came to shocked him.

"I just don't know if these eighteen supreme grandmasters are alive or dead now." The thoughts in his heart were spinning rapidly, and Zhang Daoyi made a decision in an instant, and the plan was going to change slightly.

According to his understanding of Buddhism in this world, there is a sealing method in Buddhism, which allows the supreme master of Buddhism to seal himself before he passes away, turn it into essence, and unseal it at a critical moment.

However, this method is not without restrictions, and the Supreme Grandmaster after the unsealing will not live for half a day, but this is also terrifying.

The accumulation of Buddhism for thousands of years, no one knows how many supreme masters of Buddhism have self-sealed, if they force Buddhism, and then jump out of a few old antiques to die with themselves, although Zhang Daoyi is not afraid, but he will definitely be extremely embarrassed.

Although the thoughts in his heart turned, Zhang Dao did not show the slightest discoloration on his side, and after visiting the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Zhang Daoyi decided to meet the old monk who came out to stop him before.

"Amitabha! The poor monk's law is called Yuantong, and he has seen a layman! The old monk saw that Zhang Daoyi came to recite the Buddha's name, and said flatly, and the broom in his hand did not stop, still sweeping the ground covered by dead leaves one after another.

"I don't know the name of the layman?"

"My name is Zhang Daoyi!" Zhang Daoyi looked at the old monk's thin body, and there was a hint of caution in his eyes.

"This is the dry Zen method of Buddhism!" Zhang Daoyi made a judgment.

Under normal circumstances, the Supreme Grand Master has a lifespan of 500 years, and his face is eternal, and he will not show the appearance of aging.

However, the dry Zen method of Buddhism is to continuously accumulate vitality in the body, making the skin of the body look aging, and the Buddhists practice the soul and regard the body as a stinky skin, so they do not pay much attention to the appearance of the body.

Although this old monk seems to be aging, he is constantly accumulating vitality in his body like a volcano, and he usually does not show the slightest appearance, but at the critical moment, it will erupt like a volcano, bursting out with infinite power.

The longer the method of withering cicadas is accumulated, the stronger the explosive power becomes.

Legend has it that thousands of years ago, there was a supreme master of Buddhism who practiced the method of withering cicadas since he was a child, and he remained unchanged for hundreds of years.