Sun Guangming turned his head and smiled at the shopkeeper and the two juniors who were trembling in the counter and said, "Did you hear that?" This great monk has ordered, warm three pots of wine for us, and the big monk will have to drink a few glasses when he comes back in a while. ”

At this time, the shopkeeper already knew that this monk was very strange, and he was reciting Amitabha Buddha in his heart. Listening to Sun Guangming's instructions, his body trembled, although he was very reluctant, he didn't dare to object, so he had to say to the two juniors: "Didn't you hear the uncle's orders?

Li Qiufeng followed the monk out of the store. This Fengwei village is just a small village, and after nightfall, there is no one walking on the street. The two of them walked westward, one after the other, passing through the gardens of several houses, when they heard the sound of the river flowing. Li Qiufeng was slightly surprised in his heart, but the night was blank, although there was snow everywhere, so that the surroundings were not very dark, but after all, it was not daytime, so he could only hear the sound of water, but he couldn't see where the river flowed.

The monk walked in the snow, his body swaying from side to side, like a drunk drunk, and he almost fell to the ground several times. Li Qiufeng became more and more nervous as he walked, and he found that no matter how the monk's body shook, the broken bowl held in his left hand seemed to be stuck to his palm, and it didn't move at all. The monk's left hand only held the broken bowl in his hand, and did not use his fingers to clasp the edge of the broken bowl. Li Qiufeng knew that he was using extremely deep internal force to adsorb the broken bowl on the palm of his hand, and this internal strength alone was enough to be called a first-class master in the rivers and lakes.

After walking through a small hill, a river appeared in front of me. Originally, when the weather was cold, the river also formed a thick layer of ice. However, a huge ice cave was smashed open on the shore and the ice, and a gravel road paved with stones led slanted from the slope to the shore. Thinking that this river was the place where the villagers took water, the river surface was smashed open, leaving an ice cave for easy access to water.

The monk staggered to the shore and stopped. When he turned around, there was no half of a playful look on his face. This monk originally had a sideways face, and it was disgusting at first glance. Just now in the tavern, and without saying anything, he is like a ruffian and hooligan in the market. But at this time, he had a solemn face, his left hand was holding the dervishes, and his right palm was erected on his chest, although his face was still ugly, but he was no longer as thief-eyed as Fang Cai, and he had a somewhat solemn appearance.

Li Qiufeng stopped more than two feet away from the monk, turned his head and looked around, and then said: "The place chosen by the great monk is not bad, although it is not said that the scenery is excellent, but it is not a very vicious place. ”

The monk bowed slightly, and said in a deep voice: "The poor monk is mysterious, and I have seen Master Li. ”

Li Qiufeng bowed and returned the salute, and said, "It turns out that Master Xuanji already knows the origin of Li, but I don't know if the master is from Kongming Temple or Songshan?"

Xuanji smiled slightly, and said: "Kongming Temple is a big temple in Yuntai Mountain, like a poor monk, how can a small monk like a poor monk become a monk in Kongming Temple? As for the temples of Songshan Mountain, it is a sacred place in the jungle. I am afraid that the poor monks will turn around outside the mountain gate, which is also a defilement of the temples of Songshan. Li Daxia, you look down on poor monks. ”

Li Qiufeng said: "Buddhists pay attention to emptiness is color, color is emptiness, such as Dashuai, such as Dashuai, can not see through the hue of this rolling red dust, but teach Li a little surprised." ”

Xuanji smiled: "Buddhism is not a pure land, and people's hearts are superior to each other." If everyone sees through the red dust, wouldn't there be Buddhas in the world, and there would be no demons everywhere? If there are no demons, there will be no Buddhas, and if there are Buddhas, there will be demons. If there is day, there is night, and if there is a mountain, there is the sea. All things in the world can thrive and thrive only when they are mutually reinforcing. This is the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, and it is the right way on earth. Amitabha. ”

Li Qiufeng listened to Xuanji's words, which contained a lot of Zen, but he was not a disciple of Buddhism after all, and he knew that if he was fighting, he would definitely not be the opponent of this monk. It was because he didn't want to entangle these words with Xuanji, so he immediately said in a deep voice: "If the master didn't come out for the Kongming Temple, why did he come to the door again and have to get along with Li?"

Xuanji said: "Li Daxia fought in Yong'an City, and he was already a powerful world. When I suddenly arrived in Luoyang this time, some people couldn't help but be a little worried. What's more, Yuntai Mountain Wuji Temple has kept a big secret for hundreds of years, which is related to the safety of martial arts, so it is natural to ask Li Daxia to understand. The poor monk is just a wandering monk in the White Horse Temple, who was entrusted by others, so he found the donor and wanted to ask the donor if he knew the big secret kept by Wujiguan. ”

Li Qiufeng sneered and said, "What do you know?"

Xuanji said: "If the donor knows about this, the poor monk will ask the donor to go to the White Horse Temple together, cultivate his mind in the temple, and spend ten years." After ten years, the donor can leave the White Horse Temple, and the poor monks will definitely not stop him. If Master Li didn't know about this, then even if the poor monk hadn't been here, let's go to the sky. ”

Li Qiufeng said: "If Li casually says 'know' or 'don't know', how should the master deal with it?"

Xuanji said: "Saying 'knowing' or 'not knowing' lies in the strong donor, and 'believing' or 'not believing' lies in the poor monks. Amitabha. ”

Li Qiufeng looked at the mystery, and only said after a while: "After the master appeared, there was quite a Buddha in his words, and he thought that he had practiced hard and dry Zen for many years, and he had reached the realm of 'no one'. However, although Li is not a disciple of Buddhism, he also knows that if a Buddhist monk wants to become a Buddha, he must break through the red dust and reach the realm of 'selflessness' before he can give up this stinky skin, realize it thoroughly, and obtain the fruition. Master Xuanji, Li persuades you to return to the White Horse Temple, practice dry Zen for another ten years, and maybe reason with Li again, but Li can admire it for three points. ”

Xuanji looked at Li Qiufeng, shook his head, and said, "Master Li, you only know that color is emptiness, but you don't know that emptiness is color." If everything is empty, then all the people in the world are ant dust, and when you reach this realm, unless you have supreme wisdom, you will inevitably regard all living beings as ants, and it is not a pity to kill them, and it is very easy to enter the path of demons. It is a person who cultivates not only to know that color is emptiness, but also to know that emptiness is color, so that he can be afraid and not fall into the path of demons. ”

The more Li Qiufeng listened, the more bored he became, he still had a good impression of this monk, but at this time, he was disgusted, and when he was impetuous, he wanted to curse. Xuanji looked at Li Qiufeng, listened to the sound of his breathing getting heavier, and knew that he was already impetuous, so he smiled at the moment and said: "Since Master Li Shi doesn't want to listen to the poor monk's ramblings, you can pull out the knife and cut off the head of the poor monk, and then you can walk away." If the donor does not kill the poor monk, the poor monk will always persuade the poor monk to go to the White Horse Temple with the poor monk and participate in Zen meditation for ten years before he can go out of the temple again. ”

Li Qiufeng's face sank, and he shouted: "You monk is so unreasonable! Even if the government takes people, you must also have evidence." The monk himself was not prescribed, and the four were empty, but at this time, he wanted to forcibly abduct Li to go to the White Horse Temple to participate in the Bird Zen. Li doesn't want to do these verbal battles with you, if you want to do it, you just draw the line. ”

Xuanji saw that Li Qiufeng was getting more and more anxious, and only said that he had followed his own way, and he was relieved in his heart. I only heard him say in a deep voice: "Amitabha." The poor monk is a monk, how can he draw a line. Master Li, if you don't want to go to the White Horse Temple, you just need to kill the poor monks, and you can come and go freely. If you don't kill the poor monk, the poor monk will be like a maggot attached to the bone, and he will follow the master every day, until the master agrees to go to the White Horse Temple with the poor monk, and the poor monk will naturally no longer bother the donor. ”

His voice fell, but he heard Li Qiufeng sneer and said, "Okay, then I'll kill you!"

After Li Qiufeng finished speaking, his right hand thrust the police knife with the sheath to the ground, only to hear the sound of "poof", and the scabbard has been inserted into the ground half a foot underground.

Li Qiufeng let go of the police knife and said in a deep voice to the mysterious monk: "Master, please take action!"

At this time, the weather was cold, and although the ground was covered with snow, the snow was frozen and harder than fine iron. I didn't see how hard Li Qiufeng was, so he casually inserted the long knife in his hand with the scabbard to the ground, and the scabbard was inserted into the ground half a foot underground, but this skill was also extremely good. Xuanji is a person who knows the goods, seeing that Li Qiufeng showed this kung fu, his heart was also a pang, and he secretly thought: "No wonder the power of the masters of the three factions of Wuji Temple, Kongming Temple and Xiaoyaoguan can't stop this demon sect demon, it seems that the news from the capital is not false, I have to be careful, otherwise I can't stop this demon sect demon, and it is small to lose my life, I am afraid that all major sects are in danger of overturning." ”

Thinking of this, Xuanji stopped talking, and his right palm slashed out, directly hitting the vital point of Li Qiufeng's chest. At this time, the two were more than two feet apart, and when Xuanji's right palm was split, he didn't see how hard he worked, but his body floated straight towards Li Qiufeng.

Li Qiufeng only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and the mysterious monk had already arrived in front of him. The stench in the broken bowl hit me directly, and the people wanted to vomit. At the same time, the right palm of the Xuanji monk was like a knife, and a cold air cut straight to Li Qiufeng's chest.

Although Li Qiufeng saw that this monk's martial arts were extremely high, he didn't expect that he would fight when he said that he would fight, his body was as fast as lightning, and his palm power was cold and vicious. It was Li Qiufeng who did not dare to underestimate it, his left fist protected his chest, and his right fist hit the face of the mysterious monk.

As soon as the Xuanji monk made a move, he used the "Xuanbing Divine Palm" that he had been practicing for many years, and he was confident that Li Qiufeng would never dare to attack him. Unexpectedly, Li Qiufeng only blocked with his left fist, and his right fist actually rushed to his face. He was short and stocky, and when his arms were extended, he could not reach as long as Li Qiufeng's right fist. Li Qiufeng attacks against attacks, which is close to a lose-lose style. It's just that his arms are longer than those of a mysterious monk, so he naturally has a big advantage. I am afraid that the right palm of the Xuanji monk has not yet slashed into Li Qiufeng's chest, and his head has been beaten to pieces by Li Qiufeng's punch.

Between the lightning and flint, the Xuanji monk suddenly clasped the broken bowl with his left hand, and suddenly met Li Qiufeng's right fist.

This time the situation changed abruptly, and the right palm move of the Xuanji monk remained unchanged, still cutting to Li Qiufeng's chest. However, his left hand used a broken bowl to block the punch of Li Qiufeng's attack, and he snatched back the opportunity taken away by Li Qiufeng's monster move. Li Qiufeng responded to the broken bowl with his fists, and naturally suffered a loss. However, the Xuanbing Divine Palm of the Xuanji Monk is based on the Yin Cold Internal Force, if Li Qiufeng uses his left fist to take this palm hard, the Yin Cold Internal Force of the Xuanbing Divine Palm invades his body, and he must be seriously injured.