"There are three thousand red dusts, a prosperous tree, the ancient Buddha is far away, the green lantern is easy to illusory, the world is endless, everything changes, the origin is empty, and the fate is empty."

Zhang Huen fell into the sunspot, made up nonsense in his mouth, and said that the master of Fang Zheng, who was pinching Baizi, was stunned for a while, when it came to Go, he was a stinky chess basket, this year, who still played Go, he played backgammon, so every time he was killed by Master Fangzheng, he excerpted some Buddhist sayings that were babbled and pieced together to make the master dizzy, this modern Buddhist theory was quite controversial, so that Master Fang Zheng such a virtuous monk would fall into an embarrassing situation of infinite contradiction cycle.

"Evidence of the heart, can you get out of the sea of suffering without entering the world?"

Zhang Huen stroked his foot-long beard, now he has a bit of a monk's demeanor, wearing a gray monk's robe, his black beard hangs down on his chest, and he strokes it with his left hand a few times from time to time, which is quite similar to the master in martial arts movies.

"Master, it's just a feeling, I think that Wu Yue is fighting for hegemony, and he can pull people around to help him thousands of miles away, you and I are in the rivers and lakes, how can we get rid of the red dust?"

"It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that Yuehou Goujian raised 3,000 troops, and 46,822 people in the rivers and lakes were under his jurisdiction and Wu Houfu sent to hunt in Gusu."

The two sat at the chess table and were undecided, and after hearing the news, they couldn't help but sigh, Fang Zheng put down the white zi in his hand, put aside the boredom in his heart, and asked:

"Seventy-two stunts, you can have half an understanding, although the old man is only proficient in 11 skills, maybe he can provide you with some training experience?"

"Don't dare to exaggerate, it's just a small success."

“。。。。。。 Heart proof, don't be exaggerated, this temple except for the first ancestor Dharma, so far no one dares to say that the seventy-two stunts are small. ”

"Why don't you try?"

Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, Fang Zheng got up and opened the door of the meditation room and said:

"See you in the room."

Zhang Huen followed Fang Zheng sneakily to the hanging room. Fang Zheng smiled and stretched out his hand and said:

"How about using the Great Compassion Chiba hand first?"

"That's very good."

The intermediate palm technique in the seventy-two stunts pays attention to the complexity of changes. Often to the enemy in a place that the enemy would never expect, the two of them folded their hands. Starting with the Nanhai Buddha ceremony, Fang Zheng was reluctant to do it first, Zhang Huen would understand, and the first move was strong, and a move of gold and jade rubble was flooded with palm shadows towards Fang Zheng's upper plate, although he restrained some internal cultivation, Zhang Huen still kept a heart, and he was very measured. There is one false move left in the three real moves, which still looks quite bluffing.

The two of them dismantled seventeen or eighteen moves, Fang Zheng retreated, and with one palm like a snake, he went out of the water to catch the moon and take Zhang Huen's face door, Zhang Huen hurriedly changed his moves, the so-called martial arts "seven voids and three realities", the flower work in his hands was more complicated, and the movie in the mirror was under his high speed and strong physical fitness, and he only danced in front of him, and he couldn't see which of his moves was real and which of his moves was false.

"Testimonial. It's so cunning, and it's empty after seeing it! ”

Fang Zheng chattered endlessly and used one of the two major killing moves in Chiba's hand, and the mellow internal force of Yi Jin slapped towards Zhang Huen. It was the idea of hitting ten meetings with one force, feeling his mighty internal force, Zhang Huen hurriedly used "Ming Ming in the dream" to meet him, and under the two palms of each other, Zhang Huen was shocked and flew back, and the soles of his feet kicked ten steps in a row before standing on the ground, is this the gap between the Venerable level and the Xiaotian level?

"Amitabha, it is proved that your Yijin Sutra has been completed, and the old man will no longer be polite to you."

Fang Zheng grabbed a few steps. The left hand uses the "wind in the sky" in the palm of the wind and clouds, and when the right foot steps in. The water in his right hand came into being, and he approached Zhang Huen's dantian.

Nima, what about the good sparring? As soon as the old monk came up, he came to the real thing. Zhang Huen secretly called a miscalculation, originally wanted to fight with the old monk and fight peace boxing, the meaning is enough, but what kind of person is the evidence, after seeing the depth of Zhang Huen's internal strength, he knew that this guy was fooling him with all his might, and he also had a trace of anger at the moment, full of firepower, and he was good at killing him.

In desperation, Zhang Huen could only hurriedly change his moves, since he couldn't play falsely, then he would hit it hard, the left palm was closed, the right palm was sent, and the killing move of the strong King Kong palm King Kong pushed the mountain immediately met the Fang Zheng, and the internal force of the dantian all poured into the right arm, and the right palm met the Fengyun palm of the Fang Zheng like iron hitting copper.

This time, he only took three steps back before he stood on his heels, and when he looked up again, Fang Zheng's face turned slightly red, a sign of internal force backlash?

"Amitabha, the heart proves, your powerful vajra palm can be regarded as perfect, not bad, not bad, then I don't know how the palm is?"

Zhang Huen was furious by Fang Zheng, his hands and ten fingers flicked in succession, and there was a crackling sound in the air, Master Fang Zheng's face changed slightly, and his hand was like a flower, and he took Zhang Huen's Doroye finger, Zhang Huen also took another gong, and Fang Zheng said with his hands:

"Amitabha, the old man believes it, and it proves that you have even practiced the air finger power, and presumably other stunts are not a problem."

Zhang Huen's face turned red, he lost his temper again just now, and he accidentally fell into a strange circle of competition, and hurriedly adjusted his mentality and correct his attitude.

"Let's go down the mountain."

"What?"

"Even if you become a teacher, all that remains is to do more training in the rivers and lakes, why should you still be trapped in the Prajna Hall? Let's go down the mountain. ”

"Master, I'm 。。。。。。"

"All the dust is not over, the grievances are not clear, remember, people will be called poor monks, you are in Shaolin, the heart of the red dust, in the long run, it will only fuel the demons in your heart, the old man sees that you have the power to protect yourself, so go down the mountain."

Zhang Huen really doesn't know how to say it well, staying in Shaolin, although he can hide people's eyes and continue to improve his internal skills and sharpen his martial arts, but the rumors of the rivers and lakes three times a day have made him itchy and unbearable, and he can't suppress the urge to appreciate the style of the rivers and lakes several times.

"But, the abbot?"

"Don't worry, the Lingmen master can't hope that you will come down the mountain early, and he will never keep you."

“。。。。。。”

Zhang Huen covered his heart, feeling that the old monk's words were too hurtful, but it was also to tell the truth, Lingmen was not even willing to participate in the morning class now, because he had to lecture on the scriptures in the morning class, and his eyes were fixed on Zhang Huen as soon as he lectured, and he was afraid that he would find out the mistakes in his teaching, so the recent Buddhist scriptures became simpler and simpler, and the beautiful name was to return to the basics, in fact, the simpler the mistakes, the fewer the mistakes, and he was not afraid of Zhang Huen's eggs picking bones.

"Go to pick up the cloud travel task, so that where you go there is a temple to place an order, by the way, although the old man does not have much savings, but he has given you a little thin silver, to give you as a coil on the road, remember, can save is saved, relying on this temple to read the disc you should be able to turn into a good fate."

"Master。。。。。。 No, Master, please bow down to the disciples. ”

Fang Zheng smiled and watched Zhang Huen kowtow three times in front of him, some people said that the old monk was a politician, and he didn't blow it by playing tricks, but for Zhang Huen, he could be regarded as benevolent and righteous, and he did everything he had to do, so he sent him a daughter-in-law.

"Good apprentice, I can accept your three worships, this life is enough."

Fang Zheng said a little too sensational, but Zhang Huen could still feel the true temperament in his words, followed Fang Zheng to his meditation room, Fang Zheng took out a bag and opened it, which contained a thin scripture book "Miscellaneous A Han Sutra", a degree, ten ingots of silver, and a new gray monk robe and monk pants, Baina shoes and four pairs of insoles, a precept knife, a string of Buddhist beads, an iron Zen staff, and a black bowl for fasting.

"The monks are on the road, fire and water invade each other, prepare more things, and be prepared."

Fang Zheng took out a basket of some years from behind the door, put everything in, pressed a golden Buddha on top and covered it with a white cloth, and reminded:

"Hardship is time, isolation is, torture is, compassion is it, cynicism is, seeing through the red dust is, not allowing the world to be, self-reliance is, special independence is, perseverance is not the same, hard pursuit is, deviance should also be, go to the bottom of the mountain, your encounters are thousands, just remember that there is a Buddha in your heart, then everywhere is bliss."

Zhang Huen nodded yes, put the bamboo basket on his back, straddled the ring knife around his waist and hid it under the monk's robe, and followed Fang Zheng to the abbot's room with a Zen staff in his hand. The abbot of the Lingmen who was chanting the Buddha heard that Zhang Huen was going to lead the cloud travel task, and he endured the joy in his heart, and directly threw him a mission to travel all over the world, and within three years, he traveled all over the world, and visited all the Buddhas in the world.

Without speculating for more than half a sentence, Zhang Huen and Lingmen really had nothing to say, and followed Fang Zheng to the front of Shaolin Mountain Gate. Fang Zheng sent him out of the mountain gate, and said earnestly:

"Monks should not be easy to kill, although there are vajra angry eyes, but not as low as the bodhisattva's low eyebrows。。。。。。 That's it, that's it, the old man shouldn't give you restraints, although we are monks, we should also practice chivalrous ways, prove our hearts, and do it ourselves. ”

"Amitabha."

The two exchanged a Buddha name, without much language, they parted ways, Zhang Huen pinched the Zen staff on the stone steps, and went down the mountain, suddenly heard a loud noise from the sky:

"It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the Yue Nu A Qing broke into Gusu and had a fierce battle with Murong Longcheng, the head of the Murong family in Gusu, if the martial arts people are lucky enough to witness this big battle."

Zhang Huen looked at the distant southeast sky, where the first great battle was taking place, but it was too far away, and it seemed that he was not blessed to see it.

Walking to the foot of the mountain, I heard someone approaching behind me, and when I looked back, the old monk with white eyebrows and white hair had quietly come over.

"What's the matter with the Master?"

"Heart proof, if you go to Wudang, wait for me to ask the chief of the foolish tea ceremony."

"I remember."

"Also。。。。。。 Let's help the old man inquire about the whereabouts of Toutuo。。。。。。 ”

"Got it." (To be continued)

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