"What kind of trick are these two people playing?" Zhao Min also saw it in a fog, and couldn't help frowning.

"The two nobles don't know, Prajna palm is the deepest palm of Shaolin Temple, Praruo Buddhism pays attention to emptiness, so if the palm power is invisible, there is no color to want to know, the palm power is empty, and the emptiness is the palm power, so it does not seem to have much strength in outsiders, and only those who are facing the enemy can perceive the danger in the palm power. King Jinlun heard Hua Zheng and Zhao Min's discussion, and hurriedly spoke out to solve his doubts.

Hua Zheng was at a loss when he heard this, and couldn't help but shake his head and said: "The Buddhism of Zen Buddhism in the Central Plains is really obscure, no wonder Father Khan likes to prefer Esoteric teachings." ”

The face of the Golden Wheel Dharma King is colorful, the Mongolian Empire is now strong, and various sects have sent envoys to preach to the Mongolian royal family, not only including Buddhism in Middle-earth, Quanzhen and other schools, but also Zoroastrianism in the Western Regions, God Religion and so on, but the most successful is the Tibetan Tantra, several masters of Tantra have been honored as guests in Mongolia, and they have been appointed as the national teacher, and the Pasipa of Nalanda Temple is respected as the emperor's teacher, and even the second-generation disciple of Shingon Sect Sangjie is also deeply valued by the prince of Ali Buge, it seems that in the near future, Tantra will become the state religion of Mongolia is just around the corner.

"What the princess said is very much, those monks in Middle-earth like to say some cloudy and obscure words, you ask him to explain, he can't explain clearly, and it is beautiful to say that you yourself have not yet understood, and if you understand, you will naturally understand. It's okay to deceive the uninformed people with this kind of talk, and it is really ridiculous and generous to fool the great Genghis Khan. ”

"The national teacher said seriously, because the teachings of Zen Buddhism in Middle Earth are obscure and difficult to understand, so there are indeed many monks who deceive the world and steal their fame, but there are also many people who are truly enlightened. Zhao Min paused and shook his head slightly, "However, their teachings are often perplexed even by erudite monks, how can they be understood by ordinary people." ”

Everyone here is talking about Buddhism, but the two over there are extremely dangerous. Song Qingshu's eighteen palms of dragon descent are fierce and unparalleled, how can Xuancheng's palm be empty and weak, every time Song Qingshu is like using all his strength to hit a ball of cotton, the palm power is unconsciously turned into nothingness by the other party, so after dozens of moves, Song Qingshu feels extremely uncomfortable.

"Great monk, it seems that you haven't practiced to the highest level of Prajna Palm, 'empty to the end'. "In the original work, Secretary Song Qing used the Prajna Palm to fight against Qiao Feng's Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descent, and only at the last moment did he understand the true meaning of 'empty to the end'.

"I didn't expect Your Excellency to be so knowledgeable, ordinary people know that it is not easy for the Prajna Palm, and Your Excellency actually knows that the highest realm of the Prajna Palm is 'empty to the end'!" Xuan Cheng's face showed a different color, "But looking at Your Excellency's Eighteen Dragon Descending Palms, it seems that you have never practiced to the peak." ”

"The great monk's eyes are like torches," Song Qingshu exclaimed, "Since you and I have never practiced the palm technique to the extreme, it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser in this fight, how about stopping here?"

Xuan Cheng was quite moved, but soon showed hesitation on his face: "You rescued the female devil today, and I don't know how many innocent lives will be lost at her hands in the future. ”

Xuan Cheng understood that although he had the upper hand at this time, it was not easy to defeat Song Qingshu in a short period of time. However, so far, all he has used is the Prajna Palm, if he uses the other twelve martial arts at the same time, with the complementarity of each other, the power of the trick will not only be doubled, plus the magic wand method that he is better at has not yet been used, so Xuan Cheng is confident that it is no problem to really fight, and it is no problem to teach Song Qingshu a lesson.

"Great monk, may I ask if it is a serious sin to kill a few people, or is it a greater sin to kill tens of thousands of people?" Song Qingshu said as he parried Xuan Cheng's continuous attacks.

Xuan Cheng was stunned for a moment, and quickly said: "Although Buddhism has clouds, all living beings are equal, and all the worlds are illusory, and it makes no difference between killing one person and killing tens of millions of people." However, the poor monk is in the red dust, and he can't comprehend that kind of transcendent realm. In the eyes of the poor monks, it is natural that the sin of killing tens of millions of people is heavier. ”

"That's not it, Li Mochou just killed a few people, and the evil he did was only a small evil. On the contrary, it is the county lord over there, with thousands of troops and horses, invading Middle-earth and slaughtering thousands of our compatriots, which is the real evil. You don't let go of the big evil, but you don't let go of the small evil, could it be that you are afraid of the many masters around the county lord's mother, so you pretended not to see it, so you had to bully the lonely Li Mochou?" Song Qingshu made a move to get out of the water, and shook Xuan Cheng away with one palm, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Bastard, how could the poor monk be afraid of them. Xuan Cheng said angrily, but he also put away his strength, and had no intention of continuing to pounce.

"This Song Shaoxia is really sharp-toothed, the two armies are fighting, each with his own ability, how can there be any right or wrong. What's more, we went south this time to discuss peace with the Song court, if we can negotiate peace, I don't know how many innocent lives will be saved, and this merit is comparable to Li Mochou, a cold-blooded female devil who kills innocents indiscriminately. ”

Zhao Min glanced at the broken Zhu Hai on the pillar, and felt a sense of loss in his heart, and there was a hint of hatred in his eyes when he looked at Song Qingshu.

"I don't know that the county lord Niangniang bloodied the six major factions that day, and even the emptiness of the four major monks of Shaolin Temple was cut off by your subordinates, is this considered indiscriminate killing of innocents?"

Hearing Zhao Min say that this trip was to go south to negotiate peace, Song Qingshu was secretly frightened. If Mongolia and the Southern Song Dynasty truce, I think it will change the strategy of attacking everywhere, not surprisingly, Mongolia will definitely attack a country with a thunderous force next, but I don't know whether it will be the Jin State or the Qing State, or the Western Regions Mingjiao, Huibu, etc.

If you attack Mingjiao, of course you like to see it, but if you attack the Qing State, you haven't finished digesting the strength of the Qing State, and Mongolia is fighting at this time, which is really bad.

Song Qingshu was still pondering there, but Xuan Cheng looked at the Mongolian group angrily: "You are Zhao Min's demon girl?"

At the beginning, the abbot of Xuanci led the monks in the temple to go out, and arranged for Kongwen and others to stay in the temple, who knew that Zhao Min used ten incense to scatter the soft tendons, and all the monks were taken captive to Wan'an Temple, and almost led the Shaolin Temple to be destroyed, and the master of emptiness was cut off his head, which was really a great shame for Shaolin Temple.

Although Xuan Cheng heard them call Zhao Min the county lord's mother just now, he didn't pay much attention to it, after all, there were so many Mongolian princesses and county lords, and it wasn't until Song Qingshu said that he knew that the delicate girl in front of him was actually the great enemy of this faction.

"The demon girl is killed!" Xuan Cheng's eyes widened angrily, and he slashed at Zhao Min with one palm.

Hearing the conversation between the two, the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow had already been on alert, and when they saw Xuan Cheng rushing over, they took the string and pulled the bow and shot it at him.

Seeing this, Xuan Cheng stopped, did not dodge, took a deep breath, and the monk's robe became extremely agitated, like a swollen balloon, standing straight in place...... The bow and arrow shot at him, only to hear the sound of ping-pong like gold and iron intersecting, and the bow and arrow shot on the monk's robe, as if it was bounced away by an invisible qi, and all fell to his feet.

After a rain of arrows, not even Xuan Cheng's monk's robe was shot through, Song Qingshu's eyes were condensed, and the Golden Wheel Dharma King and the two elders of Xuan Ming also shouted one after another: "King Kong is not bad!"

Xuan Cheng didn't speak, and when the Divine Arrow Eight Heroes and others were stunned, he opened his mouth and roared, and one after another sound waves visible to the naked eye attacked everyone.

"The lion of the Buddha Gate roars! Protect the princess and the county lord!" King Jinlun was shocked and angry, and hurriedly raised the big golden wheel to protect the two women.

The rest of Zhao Min's guards were not so lucky, and they all covered their ears and fell to the ground in pain. Although the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow have excellent archery skills, they are not good at internal strength, and they are no better than ordinary guards.

The people who were protecting in front of Zhao Minhua Zheng were no better, the Golden Wheel Dharma King looked solemn, and the face of the two elders of Xuan Ming trembled slightly, because he had suffered a lot of internal injuries just now, and now he was obviously almost to the limit, Ah Da Ah Er Ah San trembled all over, and a trace of blood slowly oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Song Qingshu was not in front of Xuan Cheng's attack, with his skills, the lion's roar naturally had no effect on him, so he couldn't help but move a chair and sit down, with a move Qinglong sucked water, sucked a wine jug from the counter, poured himself a drink and watched the play on the side.

After a while, Xuan Cheng's lion roar finally ended, and Zhao Min and Hua Zheng were not in a big problem because they were protected by many masters, but most of their subordinates were staggered, and they had obviously lost their combat effectiveness. The only people who can still stand unharmed are the Golden Wheel Dharma King, the second elder of Xuan Ming and a few people, and because he was injured by Zhang Wuji, his strength was only about seven layers at his peak, so he was shocked by the roar of the Xuancheng lion, and he had already suffered a lot of internal injuries.

"I heard that the emptiness of this temple died at the hands of a Shaolin master in the Western Regions, if the poor monk is not mistaken, it should be Your Excellency. "How good is Xuan Cheng's vision, at a glance, he can see that Ah San's cultivation is a strong vajra finger.

"What if Lao Tzu killed it? The bald donkey's dragon claw hand blew like a god, and it was nothing more than that. Although Ah San knew that he was invincible, he did not want to fall into the disadvantage in terms of momentum.

"Okay, the poor monk will use the dragon claw hand to meet your Excellency's strong vajra finger for a while. Xuan Cheng's face was expressionless, as soon as the words fell, his left hand probed, and his right hand carried a wisp of strong wind, grabbing Ah San's left shoulder acupoint.

Ah San had fought with emptiness for life and death, and naturally knew that this was the dragon claw hand's 'cloud style', and hurriedly picked up the strong King Kong finger and poked it at Xuan Cheng's elbow, he thought to himself that his strong King Kong finger opened the stele crack stone, and poked it on the human body was a blood hole, Xuan Cheng wanted to keep his arm, and he must only withdraw the move.

Xuan Cheng was not in a hurry, his right hand pressed down, just intercepting Ah San's strong King Kong finger, Ah San only felt a sharp pain from his fingertips, his fingers seemed to be poked on a piece of thousand-year-old black iron, and he could feel that the two fingers were broken inch by inch.

Before Ah San could react, Xuan Cheng's left hand had already grabbed his throat, Ah Da Ah Er was shocked, and hurriedly rushed over to rescue, Xuan Cheng smiled slightly, and simply twisted neatly, and broke Ah San's neck.

"Emptiness, I let him die under your fame stunt, I hope you can blind it. ”