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A Buddha chanted, followed by a soft bell and the sound of chanting, which seemed to come from the unreachable distance. If you don't pay attention, it will be vague, but if you use God, the words will be clear, and there is nothing left, which is clearly a miracle of Buddhism.

Wang Chan raised his head slightly, and said indifferently: "The one who came is the fourth ancestor of Zen Buddhism, Master Daoxin?"

The man laughed and said, "The kid really has a fate with the Buddha and guesses it." ”

Master Daoxin, the "Four Ancestors of Zen Buddhism", sat on a roof on the opposite bank in a natural way, holding a pot to drink. At first glance, he seemed to be over 100 years old, because of his pair of white eyebrows hanging down his ears, and his long snow-white beard hung down to cover his bulging belly. But if you look closely, your eyes are really radiant, but your face is as smooth as a baby, and it is white and red, and it is youthful and radiant. The bare crown of the head reflects the color of the moon. Although fat, it is not bloated, a leisurely and happy appearance, giving a kind and amiable feeling.

"Affinity with the Buddha?"

Wang Chan first chuckled, then laughed louder and louder, and finally laughed wildly.

I saw him shouting long, and the roar of a dragon went straight to the sky.

Zhu Yuyan and other demon masters and the four holy monks bore the brunt, and the strong sound waves shook their hearts, and they were fascinated, and for a while they were unsteady on their feet. Fortunately, they are all old monsters who have lived for an unknown number of years, and they can almost be said to be standing at the top of the martial arts, and they finally did not fall.

The whistling sound was endless, and everyone could only change color, and those melon-eating people who were still quietly hiding in the distance to watch the play did not have such good luck. One by one, they fell to the ground, and those who were not strong were directly stunned.

I don't know how long it took for the whistling to finally stop.

The two masters of the Demon Buddha were not in a big deal, and the rest of the people in the rivers and lakes were all stunned by Wang Chan's howling, and even some people were shocked out of their feces and urine.

Daoxin looked at Wang Chan with a confused expression, he really couldn't understand why the other party was so good just now, why he suddenly went crazy.

What he didn't know was that the four words "related to the Buddha" had almost become Wang Chan's reverse scales.

The Buddha light that soars into the sky on Song Mountain is still vivid, and the sound of Qu Feiyan is still in front of him.

"Even if there is fate, it is also a bad fate, since it is a bad fate, then it should be cut off with a knife. Wang Chan said hoarsely.

"Sin! Sin! This time is not just an ordinary battle in the rivers and lakes, please forgive me for joining forces with a few fellow Daoists to fight the enemy. ”

Before the words fell, the last holy monk finally appeared.

I saw the wisdom master standing on the opposite bank, the gray monk's robe was draped in a dark brown robe, the figure was tall and straight, the forehead was high and broad, the eyebrows were black and shiny, the face was slender, the eyes were shining with the light of wisdom, and he had a kind face of a monk who had attained the Tao and was compassionate to the heavens.

Although he said that he was guilty, his emotions did not fluctuate at all, and it can be seen that these four Buddhist master-level figures must go all out when they move, and they do not show any human feelings in order to achieve their ideals.

The four holy monks glanced at each other, and at the same time lowered their eyebrows and recited: "Everything has a way, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such. ”

Zen sounds are like dreams and are everywhere.

On the other side of the river, Zhu Yuyan and the others all changed their faces when they heard this Zen sound, and they hurriedly used their own mental methods to resist.

Only Wang Chan, who was standing alone on the stone bridge, was stunned, and the hearts of the four Buddhist monks swelled up with surprise at the same time. You must know that since they appeared, it is advisable to chant and chant sutras, with spiritual power to attack Wang Chan's heart. How do you know that it can't have the slightest impact on the other party at all?

At this moment, Wang Chan smiled.

He slowly raised his right hand, and the whole movement had a sense of perfection that was natural, chic and graceful, and could not bear to be destroyed. There seems to be some kind of mystical jurisprudence implied in it

In an instant, the four holy monks all knew that they were inferior.

The four looked at each other and smiled wryly.

Even with their eyesight and cultivation, they also feel that Wang Chan's wisdom and martial arts are unfathomable.

Since the mental attack is useless, then the next step is naturally a real battle with real swords and guns.

Wang Chan saw a flower in front of him, and a pair of giant palms pushed towards him, seemingly without any tricks, and even without half of the strength of the wind. However, Wang Chan knew that the other party had reached the realm of great ingenuity, and no matter how he dodged and retreated, he still couldn't escape the shroud of the Buddha's palm. Wang Chan didn't look at it, and greeted him with his palm.

Disheveled!

Four palms to the truth.

It was the master of wisdom who intercepted it, and the authentic Xuangong of Buddhism for nearly a hundred years immediately poured towards Wang Chan like a great river of the Yangtze River.

"What the hell is going on!"

The internal energy was still pouring out from afar, and the wisdom master's face was no longer indifferent at this time, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not withdraw his hands.

The water of the Yangtze River has yet to be poured, and the North Underworld will never end.

The other three monks finally saw that something was wrong with the wisdom master's face, and the "four ancestors of Zen Buddhism" Daoxin, who was like a big-bellied Maitreya Buddha, kicked at Wang Chan. In such an urgent moment, he still looked leisurely, as if he had come to play with him, with a smile on his face.

Master Daoxin's seemingly ordinary kick attracted the attention of everyone present, and even Zhu Yuyan couldn't help frowning deeply when she saw it, not to mention Wang Chan, who was attacked.

The momentum of this kick produced a huge and incomparable pressure, completely enveloping his senses, and even his skin was like being pricked by a needle and losing its usual sharpness.

It was difficult to move an inch, and the speed of Master Daoxin's feet increased suddenly, and he quickly took the important part of the sea of qi under his abdomen, which was actually to relieve the crisis of the wisdom master and surround Wei to save Zhao's wisdom.

And although Wang Chan's body seems to be hard pressed by 10,000 catties of heavy stones, the Lingtai is still clear, and he is also with one foot.

Disheveled!

Master Daoxin only felt an astonishing force attacking, like an electric shock, and the whole person flew upside down like a broken kite.

The Emperor Heart Venerable, who had been silent, suddenly appeared behind Wang Chan at some point, only to see him fly up in the air, holding a pillar of qi with both hands, and slamming it down.

Since his debut, even Wang Chan can't remember how many times he has besieged people, and he is extremely experienced in this area. Therefore, the kick that blocked the Daoxin master just now was mainly unloaded, and it happened to be with the power of recoil to rise into the sky.

Wang Chan let out a long roar, and raised the peerless sword, which directly slashed at the sharp pillar of Qi issued by the Emperor Heart Venerable.

Rumble!

Energetic and energetic.

The Emperor Heart Venerable only felt a surge in his internal organs, his throat was sweet, and he couldn't hold back anymore, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Tuk tuk tuk!

At this critical moment, there was a sudden sound of an untimely wooden fish beating on the field.

Master Jiaxiang stood at the other end of the bridge, thin as a withered bamboo face, narrow eyes as if open and closed, left hand wooden fish, right hand mallet, there is an indescribable Taoist monk style. (To be continued.) )