A fence has been erected around the old street.

Many citizens and people in the rivers and lakes gathered around, poked their heads and looked in, and some of them were bold enough to sneak in while the guards were not paying attention.

But without exception, these people are all in and out, as soon as they enter the mirage, their consciousness changes, they forget their own self, and they have changed their names and surnames, some have become one of the coachmen and hawkers, and some have become the three religions and nine streams inside, I don't know the years, it is difficult to see the truth.

In the crowd, a tall monk steadied his footsteps, looking at the phantom mirage that covered the original real world, and also said in amazement: "It's amazing." ”

In his heart, he was already secretly recalling that there were top masters in the rivers and lakes in the past, but it was the first time he had come to this point with his spiritual thoughts.

Seeing that there were many people around, the monk changed places, took advantage of the seclusion around, dodged over the isolation zone, and walked in front of the illusion.

Since ancient times, people's thoughts are empty, and no matter how much they think, they all exist without dependence, formless, and without a trace; However, the Buddha cultivates Nirvana, although there is no lack of foreign kung fu that tempers the physical body, and often has the power to subdue demons, but it is still spiritual, meditating and participating in meditation, understanding the world and overlooking all living beings, and pursuing the spiritual realm.

Tantra has the doctrine of empowerment, as well as the reincarnation of huofo, and the practice is the spiritual path.

And this master who was born out of thin air can turn what he thinks in his heart from virtual to real with his spiritual thoughts, and has the power to turn decay into magic, how can he not be surprised, and how can he not be happy.

The monk looked at the illusion in front of him, stretched out his hand and touched it, as if touching an invisible water curtain, and the next second the sky was spinning, and people had entered this illusory world.

His eyes were blurred, his consciousness changed suddenly, his burly body looked down and saw that he was already wearing a robe and horse coat, and there were many unexplained memories in his mind, and even the power in his body seemed to have disappeared at this moment.

But the monk just shook his head, his eyes were repeated, he looked at everything around him and waited intently, and praised him: "Good means, but it's a pity that it's only the first understanding, otherwise I'm afraid that even I will have to suffer!" ”

He no longer hesitated, with a stroke of his arms, he rushed wildly, and with every step, the gravel would be scattered, the ground cracked, and the powerful flesh vented its unparalleled destructive power, like a wild beast pushing horizontally, and with the power of the flesh alone, it had exploded to the center of the illusion.

After just a few steps, the monk swept like a fly, falling from the sky.

He stood on the long street, his eyes went straight, and when he saw the end, he saw a man at the end of the street standing with his eyes closed, as motionless as a mountain, his green shirt was silent, and his low-hanging face was obscure, as if he was chaotic, and he could not see his mouth and nose.

As soon as he saw this person, the monk's pores shrank, his feet sank, and his upper body was low, like a vicious tiger about to pounce, his eyes were wide with anger, and he opened his mouth only to hear a heaven-shattering lion roar suddenly squeezed out of his mouthpiece.

"Roar!"

The roar was like thunder, and the illusion that was originally isolated from the outside world was like throwing a boulder into it, causing ripples.

As soon as the roar was over, the monk's figure was always in shape, towering like a mountain, and he shouted in a deep voice: "The old monk is empty, and I will teach Your Excellency a high move!" ”

Chen Zhuo still stood still, but his face, which had nothing, suddenly saw the light distorted, as if it had become a mirror, and there was a shadow in the mirror.

I only glanced at it, and I couldn't help but change my expression greatly, but I saw that Chen Zhuo's face changed into an old face; Immediately following this face, his eyebrows and eyes moved, and he stepped out, and saw an old man with a childish face and crane hair walking out of Chen Zhuo's body, and his figure turned from virtual to real.

The old man raised his hand and made a move, holding a spear, facing me directly, and said lightly: "Please!" ”

Seeing this, I was shocked again, and said in a lost voice: "Good guy, think of no phase, and think of all phases?" Isn't it true that you are about to become a Buddha? ”

He could naturally see that this old man was also transformed by thoughts, and he was not a real existence, but now in this illusion shaped by spiritual power, Chen Zhuo's thoughts and thoughts would become true, which could be said to be a fulfillment of his wishes.

In other words, in this illusion, Chen Zhuo is the god who created everything, even if there are still flaws, but in this way, there is already a posture of transcendent sanctification and penetration.

"Huh?"

But with a lion's roar, everyone in the illusion turned their heads to look, and then dozens of figures burst into the sky, and they were already approaching.

"Ahh

The empty self is now hot, how can I care about others, my fists are clenched, the center of gravity sinks, and a little golden light is gathered outside the body, and a huge bronze bell phantom is condensed as true, and it has been flying and circling in mid-air, and the stirring wind and clouds have changed, which is actually one of the four great magic skills of Bodhidharma.

And when it comes to the power climate, it is definitely more profound than what Chen Zhuo used in the Rakshasa Fort that day.

Under the roar, the golden bell shook and slammed, and everyone flew out upside down, destroying the withering and decaying.

At the same time, the tip of a spear has come straight as if it had pierced through the void, and the tip of the spear was cold, amazing, dazzling, and a terrifying killing move.

Not only the golden bell jar, but it was the first time for the empty self to meet such an opponent, for the sake of safety, he took a breath and suddenly saw a black light rushing under his feet.

It turned out to be the "Yijin Sutra" again, or the black-level floating slaughter, and it was the ultimate in the black-level, and the black light under his feet was like billowing wolf smoke, dyeing through most of the sky, and rising to the sky in the illusion.

"Bell!"

As soon as the tip of the gun fell, a magnificent loud bang echoed in the illusion, only to smash a big bell as if it were true.

I stood with my arms around my arms, my eyes showing disdain, not moving, unscathed.

At the moment when the spear and the golden bell jar were deadlocked, I clasped my hands up and down, and I had already grasped the tip of the spear with the palm of my flesh, turned over my hand, and the spear was twisted and deformed like a twist, and finally shattered.

Defending as an offense, he made a move, squeezed his left foot into a step, the side of his body, his fists were pushed out together, and Luohan came out of the hole, roaring like thunder.

As soon as the punch came out, the strong enemy in front of him dissipated like dust in an instant.

I condensed at Chen Zhuo and said, "You have become these people who are not fun at all, and you haven't opened your eyes to fight, when will you wait?" ”

As he spoke, he burst out with a strong ferocious intent, like an invisible arrow, falling on Chen Zhuo's body from afar.

Chen Zhuo lowered his eyebrows, his eyelids trembled, his green shirt curled, and a pair of eyes suddenly opened on his originally chaotic face.

He didn't seem to know that he had this change, he just looked at the various things in the painting before, and he felt something, and then he looked around and felt what was going on, and then he suddenly said in contemplation: "I see, all beings have no appearance, and all beings have no appearance, "The Heart Sutra of Nothingness." ”

"Boom!"

A cloud of energy suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

Chen Zhuo flicked his sleeves, raised his eyes, looked at the monk with exaggerated bones, and was silent for a while before saying, "Who are you?" ”

My eyes were hot, and I applauded and laughed: "Yes, yes, you can even "Golden Bell Jar", it's really surprising, what is the "Heartless Heart Sutra" that you said? But the fifth set of divine skills passed down by the ancestor of Bodhidharma? ”

The four great divine skills of Bodhidharma are divided into "Tongzi Gong", "Washing the Marrow Sutra", "Yijin Sutra", and "Golden Bell Jar".

The four major divine skills are the most powerful in the "Yijin Sutra", after the completion of the "attack", the whole body can be turned into a place of qi, the power is endless, inexhaustible, inexhaustible; On "guarding", the cloth is full of gas, water and fire are invulnerable, and the sword and gun are invulnerable, which can be compared to Dacheng's "Golden Bell Jar".

But where does this fifth great miracle come from?

Chen Zhuo thought for a while, and said softly: "If you say so, it is not bad, because this method is made from a strange scripture passed on by Bodhidharma,"

As soon as I stopped laughing, I clasped my hands into fists, saw each other with martial arts, and said in a deep voice: "I am the fourth generation of Patriarch Bodhidharma......

(End of chapter)