Although the head of the picket division of the Songling Yin Division said that Zen people often have shocking behaviors, and Lishan Hirono also talked about the strange deeds of the four idiots of Fuya, Qi Jingzhi was not until this moment that he truly understood the insight and maverick behavior of Zen monks.

It seems that in the eyes of Zen Master Zhenyou, there is nothing to say to others in his heart, which can be called two extremes of Zhenjue Zen Master who practices closed-mouth meditation and does business.

At that moment, I listened to the old monk in the tiger skin skirt and continued: "Your young brother is very Buddha-like, quite in line with the way of the Zen tiger, but it is a pity that he is too deeply involved with you, and the poor monk is not good at accepting apprentices, and he can only give a mantra in tiger clothes that is not inherited by this temple." ”

"The origin of this mantra is clear, especially it is not a practice scripture, even good men and women who do not practice can recite the mantra, and there will be no consequences, you just have to rest assured."

"In addition, the poor monk does have a small request, if the brothers have the opportunity to enter the demon well in the future, they will teach the tiger cloth mantra to Shengxin, huh...... You should know who the poor monk is talking about. ”

Qi Jing's heart moved slightly, it turned out that the former law name of the Komatsu Mountain Tiger Spirit was called Shengxin? It's a pity that it finally lost to its own tiger heart and became a man-eating demon.

He couldn't help frowning: "I'm afraid that the Zen master has found the wrong person, that Demon Well is the important place of the Demon Suppression Academy, how can I, as the captain of the Hook Chen Academy, have the opportunity to enter?" ”

Unexpectedly, the Zen master waved his hand and smiled: "The poor monk has no intention of cursing your brothers, as for whether there is a chance to enter the demon well, we will see in the future." ”

Seeing that he was uncharacteristically selling Guanzi, Qi Jingzhi felt more and more that this matter was unusual.

The young man immediately shook his head: "That remnant spirit of the victorious heart is imprisoned for sin, and it is not a retreat like a Zen master!" ”

"Even if Qi really has the opportunity to visit the Demon Well in the future, he will never do this kind of thing of secretly communicating inside and outside, and giving and receiving each other privately, one is taboo, and the other is unwilling!"

"If the remnant spirit of the victorious heart hadn't been protected by the Spirit Tablet of Fuya Temple, it would have been cooked by Qi Mou, where would there be a chance to enter the Demon Well?"

Hearing this, Zen Master Zhenyou sighed: "That is why you don't have to talk about it?" ”

Qi Jingzhi slowly retreated, and at the same time solemnly looked upright, and shook his head again: "After Shengxin's body died, he didn't return to the temple, but went to Yin Si to surrender himself, and was willing to go to the demon well to atone for his sins, that's all, after all, this is the law of Yin Si, and no one can say no." ”

"But now that the Zen master is doing this, not only has he exceeded the law, but he has also planned far-reaching and unpredictable consequences, and Qi Jingzhi will never dare to obey!"

The old monk in the tiger skin skirt showed a fierce look in his eyes, and smiled: "This is unbearable for you!" ”

When he said the last word, his voice was already like a tiger's roar, and he poked out a claw towards the young man, bringing a gust of fishy wind.

Qi Jingzhi was almost blown away, and his eyelids subconsciously closed and forcibly opened.

Everywhere I looked, I saw that the old monk's palm suddenly swelled several times, giving birth to sharp nails, thick fluff, and a big tiger claw with a dustpan!

The boy leaned back and kicked the ground with his heels, and swept backwards like a big bird.

He was about to pull out the long knife behind his back, but the little monk on his shoulder had already let out a childish but fierce roar, turning into a bull-eared sharp knife, which suddenly shot out.

This short knife is no longer what it used to be, and at this moment it is full of anger, and when it comes to five colors, the six dusts are dispersed, and troubles and stains are generated.

However, in the face of the tiger's claw that has become connected to the heavens and the earth, the bull's ear sharp knife is too small, like a mayfly shaking a tree.

"Tiger Zen!"

Qi Jingzhi's pupils shrank, his figure paused suddenly, and then he did not retreat but advanced.

He flicked his five fingers and played with the void, and the iron wings behind him set off a strong wind, and the whole person chased the wind and the moon, and in an instant, he caught the handle of the ox ear sharp knife.

Almost at the same time, the five colors in the young man's eyes were blurred, and the desire was blazing, and then a red fire surged up and burst out of his eyes.

At the same time, the body of the ox ear sharp knife glowed with red light, burning through the maze of six desires and shining on the other side of purity.

The huge tiger claw that came from the attack suddenly changed, and it was still the ordinary old palm.

"Good!"

The old monk in the tiger skin skirt seemed to laugh like a roar, and the claw that poked out did not dodge or dodge, and stood straight towards the blade.

It was too late, and then it was too fast, and the small short knife seemed to be pierced on the hard mountain wall, and the blade bent violently and then rebounded violently, emitting a sharp and piercing clanging sound.

Qi Jingzhi's tiger mouth cracked, and he spit out a mouthful of hot blood, and his body fell out involuntarily.

The two iron wings behind the young man fluttered vigorously, plowing deep ravines under his feet, and all the stones he encountered were shattered.

The gorgeous and priceless auspicious Guangqiu seems to be fused with the pair of iron wings, wrapping the boy into a red-striped white crane with brilliant feathers.

The next moment, the red-striped white crane rose into the sky, like a cyclamine in the clouds.

The old monk in the tiger skin skirt looked up, and the smile on his face was even bigger: "Good! It is worthy of the immortal feather authentic! ”

As he spoke, he had once again stretched out a claw in the air, holding his five fingers and hollow palms.

"Bell!"

The old monk's claws actually made a loud sound, and it clearly carried the sound of a tiger's roar, and it resounded through the deep valley and empty mountain when he landed.

Immediately afterwards, the layers of echoes were like raging winds, constantly rushing back and forth, and the end was deafening, making everyone's hearts shake.

At the same time, the roar of the stone cave on the western mountain wall was loud, and the endless yellow and black tiger qi surged out, turning into a group of tigers, dancing and roaring in the air, and then rushing towards the young man in unison.

The shadow of the tiger in the sky was chaotic, and a lone red-striped white crane was besieged heavily, like a small boat in the turbid waves, capsizing only in an instant.

Qi Jingzhi condescendedly, put away the trembling ox ear sharp knife, wiped the scarlet blood remaining on his lips with the back of his hand, and then turned his palm over, and he already held the tiger jasper chime in his palm.

"Bell!"

It was also a sound that spread through the empty mountains of the valley, and it also carried the sound of a tiger's roar, but it was much more crisp and pleasant than the sound made by the empty claws of the old monk in the tiger skin skirt, as if Qiong Yao struck each other.

The same color of yellow and black tiger smoke clouds quickly gushed out from the jasper chime, two blue boy-like tiger consumption ghost corpses stood at the head of the clouds, more than a dozen mosquito and fly-sized meat-winged flying tigers like accessories, hanging on the green clothes of the two boys.

Seeing the fierce tiger shadows around them, the two boys who were actually just corpses actually showed greed on their faces and pointed at these evil tigers in all directions.

The flesh-winged flying tigers immediately soared into the wind, turning into the size of a chaffinch, and the bat-like fleshy wings stretched out, and green phosphorus fire erupted from their eyes.

Ignoring the difference in size between them, they each stared at a fierce tiger, pounced fiercely, hugged the tiger's head and began to devour it.

However, in an instant, there were more than a dozen tigers with big holes in their foreheads, and the tiger's evil qi gushed out wildly, and they were drilled into the skull by the flesh-winged flying tigers and turned over the river and the sea, and soon the whole exploded, turning into a tiger qi again.

At this moment, the lazy Zen tigers in the valley became restless, jumping up the mountain rocks, looking at the sky and roaring.

"Huh? Fun and fun! ”

The old monk in the tiger skin skirt clapped his hands and laughed, suddenly glared at the old man again, and shouted violently: "Where is the god of the horse's belly?" ”

The yellow and black aura in the sky was paused, and the remnants of the evil tiger also stopped their figures.

In the next moment, all the tiger qi that had not been devoured by the flesh-winged flying tigers quickly collapsed, and quickly condensed into a huge beast, its body was like a tiger, with a white and miserable human face on its head, its expression was fierce and obedient, and it opened its mouth and screamed, like a baby crying.

Qi Jingzhi was pierced by this crying demon sound, only to feel that the sorrow and misery in it were expressed in words, and suddenly gave birth to the thoughts of love and pity for the strange beast in front of him, and tears quickly accumulated in his eyes.

He knew that the strange beast's cry was strange, and hurriedly used the method of closing the body, and at the same time aroused the candle fire in his heart, burning the strange sound and pity in his heart.

The tiger-faced horse-bellied god felt something, and immediately began to cry, sounding like a poor baby abandoned by his parents in the mountains, which was really sad for those who heard it and wept for those who saw it.

Qi Huchan, whose face was slightly pale, resurfaced on the eldest brother's shoulder, and his whole body turned into a red glow, roaring angrily at the other party, baring his teeth fiercely.

At the same time, the two tiger corpses and a dozen flesh-winged flying tigers who had no wisdom seemed to have seen the best delicacy in the world, and they all pounced on it, and surrounded the horse's belly god is a ferocious bite.

However, after condensing the divine form, these evil qi gushing out of the stone cave became extremely tough, and no matter how the boy and the flying tiger gritted their teeth, they did not even break a piece of oily skin.

Fortunately, the horse's belly god had no other actions except crying, and it seemed to be a stalemate from the scene.

The voice of the old monk in the tiger skin skirt sounded again: "You little novice, listen well, the mantra of the tiger clothes is absent in the heart, and I don't care about the text!" ”

"Whew! Hey Jean Maha! Nirang Rang! Let's go over turns! Dadangkola! Jean Chasunsi! ”

The grand mantra resounded through the valley, this incredible power in the mouth of the old monk Huyi mantra was unexpectedly short, but the pronunciation was really strange, each word was meaningless, obviously not Jiang Qi's words, most of them were the so-called Sanskrit Buddha singing.

"Don't listen, don't listen!"

The little monk angrily blocked his ears with his two small hands, but it didn't work at all, but the wisdom on his body began to fluctuate regularly with the second chanting of the old monk, and gradually became bright and grand.

"Whew! Hey, let's ......."

By the time the old monk recites for the third time, the wisdom on the little monk's body has melted away the original tiger skin monk's robe and big red robe, turning them into a hundred clothes made of white, red, and black fabrics.

Among the tri-color fabrics, black is the most abundant, followed by red, and white is the least.

Zen Master Zhenyou stopped chanting and nodded with satisfaction, even with a little surprise on his face: "Sure enough, it is a profound Buddha nature, and he has gathered the foundation of the three Dharma phases of the Tiger Yi Ming King at one time. ”

"The little novice has remembered clearly that the White Tiger Clothed King has manifested, blessed, and satisfied sentient beings with a benevolent appearance."

"With the manifestation of tolerance and the fire of primordial wisdom, the Red Tiger Cloth King illuminates the three thousand worlds and all sentient beings, and with the light of wisdom, transforms the delusions of sentient beings into good thoughts, and transforms good thoughts into wisdom and bodhichitta, and welcomes all sentient beings to the Pure Land."

"As for the Black Tiger Cloth King, it is to use the power of his own nature to eradicate the evil thoughts of demons, demons, demons, evil deeds, domineering, and destroying Buddhas and harming sentient beings, and transform them into the power and wisdom of Buddhas, and welcome all sentient beings to the Buddha country."

The little monk put down his hands and bared his teeth viciously at the old monk below: "Then I will eradicate the evil thoughts of your bad old man, so that you can no longer harm the eldest brother!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the hundred clothes on the little monk's body immediately changed, and more than half of the original white and red patches turned into pure black, which looked like a slightly embellished black monk's robe.

The little monk didn't notice the changes in his body, and turned to the horse's belly god, and shouted viciously: "Don't howl, if you howl again, I will kill you!" ”

It was like a baby's crying that stopped abruptly.

At this moment, there is a blue-colored boy sitting on the neck and back of the horse's belly god, with more than a dozen flesh-winged flying tigers hanging on his soft belly, four tiger legs, and a long tail, although he is unharmed, he looks very embarrassed.

It looked at the little monk in a daze, and then looked down at the old monk in the tiger skin skirt below, and the face showed grievance and panic.

The old monk smiled and waved his hand at the horse's belly god, and this strange beast with infinite power but never really exerted itself turned around and rushed into the stone cave in the mountain wall, and there was no more sound.

Zen Master Zhenyou looked at Qi Jingzhi at this time, and said with a smile: "The wood is already in the boat, what can I do about it?" ”

Seeing that the old monk had no intention of making another move, and at the same time knew that the other party had actually shown mercy, Qi Jingzhi spit out a mouthful of turbid air and knocked the tiger jasper chime again.

The two tiger ghost corpses and more than a dozen flesh-winged flying tigers flew into the forest like flying birds, and flew back to the jade chime with the smoke and clouds of tigers.

After a short but fierce battle before, the tiger smoke cloud had already swelled several turns, and the flesh-winged flying tiger that was originally just shaped like a finch had become as big as a pheasant, and it had obviously gained a lot of benefits.

Qi Jingzhi harnessed his wings, slowly fell back to the ground, and once again stood in front of the old monk in the tiger skin skirt, with only one thought in his heart: "Master is right, I really can't listen to the nonsense of others!" ”

Before he could figure out how to speak, Zen Master Zhenyou had already taken the first step to speak: "There is a way to die, and Fuya Temple will never shield such a murderer, but after all, he was a monk in the temple, and there are also teachers and fellow teachers, and it is impossible for this temple to ignore it." ”

"Therefore, the poor monk attacked you three times today, and this cause and effect is over! In the future, if there are any monks in this temple who take advantage of this to make a living, there is no need for Captain Qi to do it, and the poor monks will take care of them first! ”

Hearing this, the remorse and indignation in Qi Jing's heart also faded a little.

Truth be told, the result was much better than he had anticipated.

Regardless of the cause and effect of this matter, what the merits are, the Zhenyou Zen Master in front of him has obviously shown mercy.

The reason for this is that the importance of the lord of the Great Qi State and the deterrence of the lord of the Xuandu naturally account for the majority, and Qi Jingzhi's own excellent cultivation and mysterious artifacts are also indispensable.

But is it...... It is impossible to finish.

How can the master and apprentice of Xianyu Mountain be the ones who are allowed to knead? He naturally wants to get this field back in the future, but he doesn't have to shout and kill, just let the old monk in front of him spit out a mouthful of blood.

Thinking of this, the young man checked the tiger jasper chime in his hand, and felt that the weight should be heavier: "This trip...... It doesn't seem to be a loss? ”

"The only thing to worry about is the mantra of the tiger clothes, and I don't know if it's a curse or a blessing?"

(End of chapter)