The black-clothed monk raised his eyebrows, as if he was about to get angry, but he took two steps back and stammered, "You... You.. What are you going to do? ”

Before the old monk could speak, Mothiero walked out again, clapped his palms, and said, "The Venerable Flowers are gently passing through the clouds, and they are like the wind, so a 'Flower Finger'." I have heard that the monk Chengzheng of Shaolin Temple is strong in martial arts, and today it is really eye-opening. It turned out that the old monk was the first Chengzheng Zen master of the Dharma Academy.

When Leng Xiaoxiao saw the fate of the master, he not only saved the little novice, but also snatched the sandalwood from the black-clothed monk's hand lightly, and his blood was already boiling and he was inexplicably excited. Yan Wuwu said: "This kind of kung fu is really unprecedented." Brother Leng, why do your martial arts seem to be more than solid, not so gentle? Leng Xiaoxiao said with a little regret: "Speaking of which, it's all to blame Second Uncle Qin, insisting that I practice 'Proud Blood Battle Qi' since I was a child, this internal skill was created by the ancestors of Tiance for battlefield fighting, so it is more than strong and fierce compared to Lin Neigong, but it lacks flexibility." Therefore, I can't learn the soft and rigid martial arts of the flower finger. ”

Several people looked back at the field, and Mothiero pointed to the black-clothed monk and said, "The poor monk will introduce you, this is the black sect king of the Tibetan Buddhist sect, Kumaroshi." ”

Cheng Zheng lowered his eyebrows and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk has long admired the 'Great Black Wheel Mudra' kung fu of the Venerable Master Tubo Jiuma, but I don't know why the Venerable Master is so domineering, and he hurts a disciple in my temple who is not skilled in martial arts, regardless of the reason?" ”

Kumarosh seemed to come to his senses, and said proudly: "This little monk worships incense indiscriminately and despises the Buddha, how can this seat sit idly by." ”

Chengzheng asked, "Then how to worship incense?" ”

Kumarosh said, "Naturally, first insert incense from the right side and swear to stop all evil, then on the left, swear to cultivate all good, and finally in the middle and swear to save all sentient beings. ”

Cheng Zheng said: "Everything in the world, water is impermanent, there is no fixed law, your teachings are like this, and my Middle-earth Buddhism also has its own rules. The Buddha said that all beings are equal and have self-realization. Why should the Venerable Master be stubborn, he will make everyone follow your way? Now that I have come to my Shaolin, I am the master, so I naturally worship the Buddha according to the rules of my Shaolin. As he spoke, he lit the incense from the beginning, raised his eyebrows, and recited: "Offering the Three Treasures of the Ten Directions and the Third World." After that, he put out the incense and put it in the middle of the Ding furnace.

Kumarosh made a mistake with both palms and shouted: "Old monk, you don't change your mistakes, and your tongue is like a spring." "Chao Cheng is slamming over. Cheng Zheng didn't turn around, his shoulders were lightly conceded, and this palm slammed on the thousand-pound Ding furnace. The furnace did not move, and Kumarosh only grinned in pain.

Cheng Zheng's first incense stick was also placed in the center, and he took out the second incense, held it in his right hand, and recited: "Offer to the parents and teachers of the previous students." Kumarosh's black palm was like the wind, and he attacked more than a dozen mudras in a row. How do you know that Chengzheng is not hard at all, the right hand holding the incense does not move at all, and the left hand keeps blocking, and all the handprints that come from the attack are removed, so that Kumarosh is difficult to exert his strength every time, and all of them hit the copper wall of the incense burner, only shaking the Ding furnace again and again.

Cheng Zheng gently planted the second pillar of incense, and raised the last incense stick with his left hand. Kumarosh's face turned red, and he screamed, thinking that he must not be allowed to put the last incense in, but this time he learned to be obedient, no longer facing Chengzheng, but the sandalwood in his hand, secretly thinking that as long as the incense was broken, see that the old guy is still angry. He saw the moment and mustered all his strength to grasp it.

Cheng Zheng pinched the incense's right hand and pulled it back, and the palm edge was cut right on the wrist acupoint of Kuramash, and at the same time, the hand was loosened, and the sandalwood fell. Kuramash was hit in the acupuncture point, his arm was sore, and he involuntarily caught the falling incense. Cheng Zheng took advantage of the situation and pressed his arms downward, like Kumarosh holding incense and inserting it into the incense burner with his own hands. The crowd erupted in cheers.

I only heard Cheng Zheng chant at the end: "Offering to all sentient beings in the Ten Dharma Realms." He turned around and said, "Thank you, Venerable Master, and the merit is immeasurable." ”

After all, Kumarosh was not a scoundrel in the market, and he knew that he was defeated, and if he continued to entangle, he would only be more embarrassed, so he returned the salute angrily and shook his head and returned to the seat of the Tibetan monks.

Mothiero laughed strangely and said, "Although the old monk Chengzheng has high kung fu, he has committed the precept of hatred. How can you do this with others and be obsessed with winning or losing? ”

Cheng Zheng smiled: "Anger is the heart, but also emptiness, saying that there is, but also not." ”

"Amitabha." Abbot Xuanzheng got up and said: "What Chengzheng's nephew said implied Zen opportunity, which is admirable. ”

Mothiero had a cold face and said, "My Shakya Buddhism was introduced to the Central Plains and Han China, but it was misinterpreted by you into such specious and strange theories. If, as you say, everything in the world is dispensable, then I want to take your life now, is it okay? ”

Cheng Zheng said: "If you want to know the cause of the past life, the recipient of this life is; If you want to know the consequences of the afterlife, the author of this life is. Everything that a person suffers in the world is karma in past and future lives. Master Moti wants to take the life of a poor monk, and there is a reason, but whether he can succeed or not is not up to the master alone. ”

Mothiero said: "As you said, what you gain in this life is the karma of your previous life, so let me ask you, did you do more good things or more bad things in your previous life before you became a monk in this life?" ”

Cheng Zheng thought for a while and said: "Delusion is not born as Zen, but sitting and seeing the nature is fixed." The poor monk did not practice enough, and he was unable to answer the master's question. But no matter whether the previous life was good or evil, in this life, when you enter the empty door, you should be content with fate. You must know all your troubles, and you should think of them; The heart is not delusional, and life becomes free. ”

Mothiero was stunned for a moment, there seemed to be a hint of confusion in his expression, and he repeatedly recited in his mouth: "If the heart is not delusional, it will be at ease." If the mind is not delusional, it will be at ease. ”

Yan Wuwu in the distance said in surprise: "Master Chengzheng is so powerful, he persuaded this monk in a few words, you see, what does that guy say incoherently." ”

Murong Yunqing asked, "Do you understand?" What did Master Chengzheng mean by what he just said? ”

Yan Wuwu flattened his mouth and said with some embarrassment: "I don't know." A few people gave him a blank look.

Tang Xiyao said: "Don't underestimate that Mothiero, this person is very smart, and his scheming reactions are unusual, he is-for-tat with Master Chengzheng, and he is looking for flaws in his words." I don't know much about it, but it seems that Zen Master Chengzheng has the upper hand. Leng Xiaoxiao was speechless, but after listening to Tang Xiyao's words, he seemed to be a little more relaxed, and for some reason, he was a little nervous from Fang Cai's heart.

Suddenly, Mothiero's tone changed when he heard the audience, and he sneered: "It's not easy to say, no matter how you practice, if you face life and death, can you be so calm?" ”

Cheng Zheng said: "Six reincarnations, the cycle repeats, life is not the beginning, and death is not the end." The reason why people are greedy for life and afraid of death is because they are obsessed with it, and if we get rid of our self-grasping, we will get rid of distractions. Life is death, and death is life, and there is no difference. ”

Mothiero took a step forward and said, "That is, there is no difference, there is no difference between life and death, why don't the old monks be liberated and gain great freedom?" ”

Cheng Zheng's eyes lit up, the light flashed, he raised his head to look at the sky, as if he saw something in the endless sky, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose slightly. Then he put his hands together, sat down on his knees, and said with a smile, "What the master said is, thank you." May I be on my deathbed, and the saints of Mida will welcome me from afar; Quickly leave the pure land of the five turbidities, and return to the sampa degree. After speaking, he closed his eyes and seemed to settle down.

Until a long time passed, Chengzheng was still motionless, Leng Xiaoxiao's chest was as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer, and his body trembled slightly unconsciously. A little monk stepped forward to help, but Jue Chengzheng was stiff, and couldn't help but be taken aback, tried it with his hand, and there was no snort, and said in a panic: "Fang. . . Abbot... The first seat of the Dharma Academy... Passed away. Everyone was in a mess. Several monks rushed over, and the abbot Xuanzheng also stepped forward.

Thousands of people present were puzzled, just now seeing the two of them under the fierce argument, Cheng Zheng calmly and steadily prevailed, Mothiero was obviously unable to parry, who knew that the situation suddenly reversed, Cheng Zheng suddenly died.

A young monk's eyes widened, and he pointed at Mothiero angrily and said, "You evil monk, kill my master." As he spoke, he bowed his back, and he was like a tiger raising his fist to hit the past. The old monk on the side shouted: "Dao Luan, stop." "But it was too late.

Motiero sneered, and was about to block, when Dao Luan was suddenly grabbed by another person's arm, and his footsteps stopped abruptly. He glared angrily, saw clearly the person holding him, and blurted out, "Dogen." "It turned out to be Leng Xiaoxiao.

Leng Xiaoxiao said: "Senior brother, don't be impulsive. He didn't kill Master. Dao Luan was stunned. I listened to the abbot Xuanzheng said: "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, and the nephew of Chengzheng has realized the Zen machine and achieved the right result, which is really the first Buddhism in Shaolin today, which is gratifying." "The Shaolin monks bowed down together. At this time, even the monks from all over the Western Regions also saluted together, and the scene was regrettable.

Leng Xiaoxiao's nature is calm and calm, although his heart is deeply hurt at this time, he can still see that the master's face is serene, and there seems to be a smile, indicating that when he was dying, he was happy in his heart, but he understood the Dharma and passed away by himself, not Mothiero's plot. Xuan Zheng ordered someone to wrap Chengzheng's body and carry it away, and instructed him to wait for seven days before cremation.

Mothiero said, "Master Chengzheng seems to really have Buddha nature. The old monk admired. The young monk just now wants to do something with me, please come out. It also gives us all a glimpse of how Shaolin is hospitable. ”

When Dao Luan heard this, his eyebrows raised and he was about to stand up again, and Xuan Zheng scolded: "Dao Luan, your master is a complete nirvana, not a victim of people, you can't make a mistake." Dao Luan was stunned when he heard the abbot's words, didn't dare to say more, and retreated.

Xuan Zheng said loudly: "This time the monks from all countries gathered in Shaolin to promote Buddhism and promote each other, not to compete in martial arts. This time, I was waiting for Ke Jiansu, I was already panicked, how could I show people with force again. Chengxin. A middle-aged monk walked out, it was the first Chengxin of the Precept Academy, and said, "Abbot." Xuan Zhengdao: "This conference, from the following, all Shaolin monks are not allowed to use force, if there is a violation of the order, immediately expelled from the Shaolin Temple, by your supervision." ”

When everyone heard Xuan Zheng say this, they praised him for his compassion and general understanding. Motiero had disdain on the corner of his mouth, and waited for the voice to pass, and then said: "The abbot doesn't need to be in a hurry to show weakness, I am waiting for this time, of course, to learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses in Buddhism, and to learn from each other." But it does not prevent you from seeing Shaolin martial arts again. It is important to know that the emergence of Buddhist martial arts was originally for the purpose of better participating in the study of Buddhism, isn't it? ”

Xuan Zhengdao: "Amitabha, Shaolin monks have always practiced Zen, and martial arts are the last stream, which is really not worth mentioning. ”

Motiero paced lightly in the field and said, "We are far away in the west, but we have also heard the saying that 'the world's martial arts come out of Shaolin'. The seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple are famous all over the world, and they are famous in the Central Plains martial arts, but they are just the last skills in the mouth of the abbot, hehe. After he finished speaking, he saw that Xuan Zheng lowered his eyebrows and was silent, and he didn't say anything, so he glanced at the greenhouse where the monks of Tianzhu were located. Immediately, a sturdy monk jumped out and said loudly: "Shaolin martial arts are so high, how can they be so stingy, they can't even let people see it." Come on, don't talk nonsense, come out and compete with me. ”

Everyone saw that the monk who spoke had dark skin, his body was like an iron tower, and his muscles were swollen, so he must be a strong man. Mothiero said, "Vajra, how can we monks be so rude. Don't hurry up and apologize to the abbot. The wrestler who was called King Kong Zhi snorted and said: "I have long heard that the masters of the Shaolin Temple in Middle Earth are like clouds, and I want to come and see it, but when it comes to the end, I don't want to kill anyone, but I learn from each other." ”

Motiero looked regretful and sighed: "But people abide by the temple rites, there is no way, and we don't have to be aggressive." He turned his head to Xuan Zheng and said: "I am like Master King Kong Zhi in the Tianzhu Sangha, and there are many monks who want to see Shaolin martial arts. In this way, Master Abbot, please bring all the books of the seventy-two martial arts skills in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, let us study them, and open our eyes. ”

Hearing this, Tang Xiyao snorted and said, "This bad monk has finally revealed his fox tail." Murong Yunqing said indignantly: "I want to see Shaolin's martial arts cheats, I think it's beautiful." Yan Wuwu sneered: "I'm afraid that these guys came with this goal in mind." also secretly made a famous monk meeting, a joke. ”

I only listened to the abbot Xuanzhengdao: "From the Eastern Han Dynasty Yongping White Horse Sutra, and then to Master Xuanzang's journey to the west a hundred years ago, Hongbo translated all kinds of scriptures and books to my Middle Earth, everyone knows that Buddhism originated from Tianzhu." We, the disciples of the Middle-earth Buddhism, have never denied it, how dare we be good at it. If Master Moti wants to study all kinds of scriptures, the poor monk should send someone to present the scriptures in the temple. ”

Motiero was overjoyed and saluted, "Then thank you very much." ”

Xuan Zheng waved his hand and said: "But Shaolin martial arts is not from all kinds of Buddhist scriptures in the West, but by the painstaking efforts of the predecessors of Shaolin generations, but it is a condensation of the efforts of several generations of monks in the temple, and it is a private collection of Shaolin, how can it be easily shown." I hope the Master will forgive me. ”

Mothiero said: "As far as I know, most of the martial arts of your temple were realized by monks in the past dynasties when they practiced Buddhism, and it can be regarded as the source of Tianzhu. Moreover, the secret technique of self-cherishing is the virtue of a layman and a foolish woman, and the abbot is like this, doesn't it seem too stingy, and it goes against the universal heart of the Buddha who embraces all rivers. ”

Xuan Zheng didn't look at him at this time, and looked at the flag waving in the wind in the square in a daze. Mothiero didn't know what he meant, and said, "Abbot... Xuan Zheng suddenly interrupted him and said, "Dare to ask the mage, why is the flag moving in the distance?" ”