The old man went all the way to the west, and then saw from a distance that there was a faint golden glow in the wilderness, rushing to the sky.

When he got closer, he could see thousands of soldiers charging in formation.

And it wasn't someone who stood in their way, but a forest.

Bodhi tree.

The forest is dense, the roots are thick, the iron is dry and the branches are dry, covering the sky and the sun, and the officers and soldiers of the first battalion of the left leading army guard of Chang'an surround Chang'an.

People want to pass, but they don't even have a place to put their feet.

The soldiers cut down one forest after another, but soon more linden trees grew, always blocking the way of the army.

Outside the forest, there was a gray-clothed monk sitting cross-legged on the ground, clasping his palms together, silently chanting sutras.

The monk was dressed in shabby clothes and looked very old, but his face was weathered, and he did not know how long he had traveled.

The golden glow that the Chen family elders saw from afar was pouring out of him.

The soldiers of Chang'an, who were surrounded by Bodhi Forest, bent their bows and arrows one after another, and then shot back at the forest.

The rain of arrows flew over the Bodhi Grove and then fell on the young monk.

The monks just close their eyes and recite the sutras.

And those arrows rained down on top of him, as if encountering an invisible barrier, and they lost their strength and fell to the ground on their own.

Then he saw a pile of arrows falling on the ground in front of the monk, and he himself was unharmed.

The monks did not fight back, and Bodhi Lin only blocked the way of the army, causing no harm to everyone.

But the army is stopped here, and it is difficult to move an inch.

The elder of the Chen family looked at the young monk from afar, and secretly said in his heart, he was really a Buddhist cultivator.

I have heard before that Buddhist practitioners, first cultivating the mind, temper the soul, and then the soul manifests outside, affecting the physical body and the outer world.

When the practice reaches a certain level, everything is empty, does not get dusty, penetrates illusionary obstacles, and is not disturbed by external enemies.

Although it does not hurt anyone, it is difficult for the enemy to hurt him.

So when the rain of arrows arrived in front of the young monk, they fell to the ground automatically.

And that Bodhi forest is a means of creating a wonderful thing in a vacuum, similar to the Taoist method, the inner soul influences the outer world, and the treasure tree blossoms, creating something out of nothing.

It's not aggressive, but it's more than enough to defend itself.

At present, this young monk has arranged Bodhi Forest, and in turn, he has besieged thousands of soldiers, and it is difficult to get out.

The old five fingers of the Chen family clenched into a fist and walked towards the monk.

Regarding Buddhist practitioners, he had only heard of it, and had never fought face-to-face, and he didn't know the details of the other party's Buddhist powers, so he was extra vigilant at this moment.

Sensing his gaze, the young monk opened his eyes and turned his head to look.

The old man of the Chen family suddenly accelerated, his body flew vertically, and in one breath, he pounced in front of the other party less than three feet away.

He raised his hand and punched, which was directly a dragon slaying fist killing move.

The fierce and fierce iron-blooded soldier's aura instantly slashed in front of the monk.

Since the beginning of the cultivation of the Dragon Slaying Fist, the external refining has been applied to the inside, and all the children of the Chen family have practiced diligently, and their cultivation strength has basically improved.

This Chen family elder was originally a cultivator of the fifth realm, but after nearly half a year of hard cultivation, he successfully broke through the bottleneck of many years and reached the sixth realm of martial arts.

At this moment, under the punch, the air between the two sides was squeezed to both sides.

The young monk seemed a little surprised by such a sharp punch.

Especially the Bodhi tree in front of him, which was cut off by his opponent's punch.

The punch didn't stop, and it continued to fall on top of his head.

The young monk sat still, clasped his palms together, and shouted Buddha in his mouth:

"My Buddha is compassionate. ”

The faint golden glow on his body suddenly condensed into an entity, and turned into a towering mountain.

This pale golden mountain envelops the monks and isolates their opponents' fists.

The old dragon slaying fist of the Chen clan slashed on top of the golden mountain, and the golden mountain only shook slightly, and there was not even the slightest crack.

Instead, he himself was shocked by the tremendous force of the shock and flew backwards.

The old man landed and retreated a few steps, regained his footing, and looked at the young monk with a solemn expression.

The monks said together: "The old man's fist is too fierce and murderous, and the poor monk has no choice but to offend, and I ask the old man to forgive me." ”

The old man of the Chen clan said in a deep voice: "Who is the honorable driver, why do you want to help the Eastern Tang Dynasty?"

The young monk replied: "The poor monk's name is Huiming, and he traveled all over the world on the orders of his master, and when he first arrived here, he saw that there were two armies fighting, and there were many dead and wounded, so he intervened, hoping that the two sides could stop fighting." ”

The elder of the Chen family stared at him for a long time.

The many soldiers who were surrounded by Bodhi Forest, unable to see the outside scene, fired arrows again one after another.

The arrows fell on the golden mountain that covered the monks, and all of them shattered into powder on the spot.

Seeing this, the old man of the Chen clan jumped his eyelids: "The old man still wants to thank the soldiers of our army for showing mercy?"

"The poor monk just wants the two sides to stop fighting, and has no intention of helping one party hurt the other. ”

The young monk said: "The poor monk blocked the way of the army, it was only for a while, and when the people who fled for their lives before went away, the poor monk would no longer stand in your way." ”

The old man of the Chen clan snorted: "The old man is incompetent, he is not an opponent, you can say whatever you want!"

The young monk Huiming shook his head lightly: "The monks are compassionate, and the poor monks really have no intention of being enemies with the old man, and only hope that sentient beings will do less to kill evil." ”

The elder of the Chen clan said no more, and looked at the young monk coldly.

The children of the Chen family, who had already come with him, hurriedly went to report that more masters of the Chen family had arrived after seeing them from afar.

The two sides confronted each other, and the arrows of the Chang'an soldiers in the Bodhi Forest were almost exhausted.

After some time, Monk Huiming stood up from the ground.

The Bodhi Forest, which surrounded everyone, suddenly withered together and gradually shrank.

Thousands of soldiers hurriedly rushed out of it.

They stepped forward to surround the monks, and the young monk Huiming was calm and bowed to everyone: "I have just offended." ”

With that, his figure flew into the sky and walked away from the crowd.

The old man of the Chen clan was flying up to pursue, and suddenly heard a voice in the distance: "Since the little master is here, why should he leave in a hurry?"

Chen Jiezhi's figure appeared in the distance, and it was a palm in the distance, hitting the little monk Huiming.

Hui Ming clasped his palms together: "The poor monk has no intention of being an enemy of anyone. ”

The golden glow condensed, once again manifesting the Buddhist Sumeru Golden Mountain, enveloping the body of the young monk.

Chen Jiezhi's big wind and cloud palm rolled up a blazing storm and bombarded Jinshan.

The mountain of gold just shook, but it didn't hurt.

Monk Huiming was in the middle of it, and said: "If the donor has a grievance, the poor monk is willing to receive a few palms for the donor to vent, and only hopes that the donor will let others go and not create any more evil." ”

He didn't fight back, and only relied on Sumeru Jinshan to resist Chen Jie's palm blow.

Chen Jiezhi said quietly: "That little master is fine." ”

With that, his five fingers were also clenched into fists.

It's just a fist fight, and before he makes a move, the little monk Huiming is in his heart.

Sure enough, Chen Jiezhi's next move was no longer the Great Wind and Cloud Palm, but the same dragon slaying fist as the old man of the Chen family.

And his realm is higher, and his boxing skills are deeper.

A punch is struck, and the punch seems to be able to really kill the dragon and phoenix.

Huiming's Sumeru Jinshan received this punch, but it no longer swayed.

But in the "click" sound, a tiny gap appeared on the golden mountain.

Chen Jie's fist came out of a chain, and the dragon slaying fist hit the opponent's gold mountain continuously.

I saw that on the Sumeru Golden Mountain, there were more and more cracks, and they continued to expand.

"The donor is so violent. The young monk was heartily amazed.

But he still didn't fight back.

The young man sat cross-legged in mid-air, folded his palms, closed his eyes and silently chanted.

Then I saw that inside the Golden Mountain, golden lotus flowers appeared, constantly flying, making up for the damage of Mount Meru.

Although the dragon slaying fist is strong, but the opponent's strength is defensive, Chen Jie was unable to break into the mountain for a while, and the two sides fell into a stalemate, competing for endurance.

This is not Chen's forte.

However, he was not in a hurry, and he did not need the help of his fellow clan elders.

After a while, a large number of people approached in the distance and followed Chen Jiezhi.

The little monk Huiming didn't care at first, but when the crowd got closer, he was suddenly startled and opened his eyes.

It's not because there are still masters in the opposing team.

It was because of the army that came with Chen Jiezhi and escorted some prisoners.

These captives were all Tang soldiers, and they were the ones who were rescued by the little monk Huiming before.

He blocked the Chang'an soldiers and horses who were chasing the rout of the Tang army, but after these people fled, they crashed into Chen Jiezhi's pocket again, and finally failed to escape.

Seeing this, Hui Ming sighed: "Conquerors, they will also be damaged, why should the two sides kill each other?"

"The little master is new to Dongtang, since he doesn't know the truth of the matter, then don't get involved. Chen Jiezhi said.

Huiming clasped his palms together: "The poor monk is nosy, just hoping that fewer people will die." ”

His face was sad: "The poor monk did come to the noble treasure land for the first time, but along the way, he has seen many people displaced by the war, and many people have been killed and injured. ”

"If you don't break it, you can't stand it. ”

Chen Jiezhi said: "The Eastern Tang Dynasty was tyrannical, and if they were allowed to continue to rule, the people would only suffer more."

The little master now sees that they are seriously killed and wounded, but he does not know that if they gain power, we will have no way to live. ”

"Countering violence with violence is not a good strategy......"

Before Hui Ming finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chen Jiezhi: "Right now, why doesn't the little master rely on his cultivation to be advanced and meddle in the war between the two sides?"

He looked at Huiming: "Seeking truth from facts, Chen admitted that the little master is strong in cultivation.

If I continue to fight, my chances of winning are smaller, and if I want to leave, I can't keep it.

However, it is also not enough to take care of this matter today!"

Chen Jiezhi said, raising his hand.

The Chang'an soldiers who were guarding those Tang army prisoners suddenly raised their knives in their hands in unison, and the blades were aimed at the prisoners.

"The poor monk never had the idea of bullying the weak. Hui Ming said: "I just hope that the donor will be merciful and not create evil." ”

"Buddhism celebrates compassion, and I heard a story that the Buddha saved pigeons, cut meat to feed eagles, and protected pigeons, so that eagles would not starve to death. ”

Chen Jiezhi said coldly: "I don't know if the little master, do you really believe in the compassion of the Buddha, or just listen to it as a story like Chen?"

Hui Ming's still a little childish face showed a smile: "The monks don't talk nonsense, they just hope that the donors will be equally trustworthy and not let the poor monks be a monk." ”

After that, the Sumeru Golden Mountain that shrouded him really slowly dispersed.

Everyone present, including those Tang soldiers under the knife, were also stunned when they saw this.

"The little master sacrificed himself to save others, admired, admired. ”

Chen Jiezhi looked each other up and down, and finally waved his hand: "Take it!"