The expression of the white-clothed Confucian became a little complicated and strange, and the unknown surprise in his eyes was also deeply hidden.

At the same time, the white-clothed Confucian was as light as a shuttle, and took another step forward, as painless as a dragonfly, but it pulled up the momentum.

What is the vapor cloud dream Zebo shaking Yueyang City?

Countless invisible qi machines in the moment Lian Wansheng stepped out of the body, and the mountain pressure on the top of the same way, overwhelming the sky like a blast, this once had the feat of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty Sect of the Holy Land Buddha Ping also trembled, as if the earth's crust moved to cause a sense of shock.

In addition to the gray-clothed old monk with a mountain-like posture, the 'falling flowers and flowing water' on the Ten Thousand Buddha Flat, and the people who tried to block the pace of the white-clothed Confucian were defeated.

The white clouds who were waiting for the battle were swept to the ground by the aftermath of this qi machine, and in the chaos, he only felt that his back hurt unspeakably, and he couldn't help but feel that it was undoubtedly a fool's dream to stop the pace of this great Confucian in the world. Tiangang's killing of Taifeng is like killing a monkey with a chicken, even if he wants to kill a group of Taifeng, it is just killing a few more insignificant chicken monkeys, not to mention that at this moment, what is standing in front of the white-clothed Confucian is just a group of mayflies that have entered the realm of nature.

The mayfly shaking the tree is a fantasy after all, and the white-clothed Confucian has not yet made a move, but it is just to trigger the qi, and a large piece of land will fall on the Ten Thousand Buddha Ping.

The white-clothed Confucian with a clear demeanor reached out his sleeves with both hands, and took another step forward, this time the qi machine was vigorous, and the qi machine triggered by the previous step was half a minute, and the people who were overturned to the ground rolled and leaned back on the blue brick floor, screaming and shouting into a piece.

Huiping old monk holding a ten-sided Zen staff in one hand, one hand closed on the chest, like the statue of the Buddha sea on the second floor of the sea hall motionless, the surrounding body gave birth to the golden fireflies dotted with stars, and gradually these fireflies-like points of light, converged into the golden Buddha light that shines brightly, almost at the same moment, these dots of golden light gathered into a Buddha light swastika, and the comet swept the tail around the Huiping monk slowly rotated.

When the elders of Muru Temple saw this situation, they all looked at each other and were surprised.

Bai Yun's heart tightened, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

Only the young monk who was called Dharma Fool did not see any surprise.

The light of the Buddha is added to the body, shining on all beings, the Buddha light of the Huiping monk is shining, it is the unique heart of the Muru Temple, the heart of the great Prajna Sutra, but looking at the aura overflowing from the gray robe old monk, I am afraid that it has already reached the peak of this mental method.

Huigen is mediocre, but he can sit firmly in the position of the first Buddha in the world, so that Muru Temple can steal a glimmer of life in the slits, and his talent is mediocre, but he can reach the peak in the mystical method of the Great Prajna Heart Sutra.

Jianghu said, the contemporary presiding monk Huiping of Muru Temple, Huigen Pingping, is mediocre, so Muru Temple is becoming more and more plain, doesn't it sound like a big joke at this time?

The white-clothed Confucian showed a clear smile, but he didn't stop there.

One more step.

The green bricks under the feet of the white-clothed Confucian are all like porcelain bowls cracking, and there seems to be an evil dragon under the ground of Ten Thousand Buddha Ping, which has set off a stormy wave, and the blue bricks are shattered and rushed to the gray-robed old monk.

The green bricks shattered all the way, as if an evil dragon was shuttling through the ground,

The ground was littered with thorns, and the scene was terrifying.

The gray-robed old monk still did not change his face, the gray sleeves rose slightly, the square Zen staff was two inches from the ground, and then the gray sleeves were pressed down sharply, and the Zen staff was gently pushed to the blue brick ground, and a clear sound like a morning bell and drum sounded immediately.

Like a spring breeze, drink as a stick.

Immediately, this sound resounded throughout the mountain, a slight mountain breeze overflowed, and the cracking of the blue bricks came to an abrupt end at the feet of the gray-robed old monk.

A golden Buddha light to the gray-robed old monk as the center of the painting of the ground as a circle, the golden light is like a snake under the feet of the sword, what is even more astonishing is that the gray-robed old monk is surrounded by the swastika Buddha light that rotates around the rope, the whole body is like gold-plated foil, like a living golden Buddha Arhat.

Seeing this scene, the elders of Muru Temple didn't care about the bumps and injuries on their bodies, and their eyes were mixed, and Chen Xun wanted to cry, the reason why this was so was not that he was afraid that the white-clothed Confucian would kill the entire Mu Rushan cleanly, but to see the Huiping monk like a golden Buddha Arhat descending to the Ten Thousand Buddha Ping, so he was very happy to cry.

At the beginning, the old Buddha of Muru Temple led the Ten Thousand Buddhas to the Ten Thousand Buddha Ping, and dispersed the drowning souls of 300,000 gourd mouths who intended to occupy the magpie's nest, which was passed on to future generations, and Muru Temple also became famous.

How many years?

There has never been a living Buddha on the Ten Thousand Buddhas.

Bai Yun could see the gods, and his heart was like a boulder thrown into the lake.

Fa Yu turned over and got up, but he looked like a gray face, he looked at the gray-robed old monk who looked like an arhat with a golden body, and hurriedly folded his hands and bowed deeply, and he did not forget to recite the last sentence of Amitabha Buddha in his mouth.

The white-clothed Confucian smiled and said lightly: "Everyone in the world says that Huiping is mediocre, and the reason why he can sit on the position of the first Buddha in the world is entirely due to the great monk Li Jingxi and Li Jingxi, who was among the top five in the martial arts evaluation list twenty years ago, and was even known as the reincarnation of Maitreya for a while. ”

Bai Yun's heart trembled suddenly after hearing this, and almost at this moment, he was petrified into a crumbling stone statue and collapsed, the most benevolent face in the world, the most ordinary and simple gray robe, was actually the top five in the world on the martial arts list? He seemed to suddenly understand the deep meaning of the old monk who was like a golden living Buddha in the dream mirage and said, 'If you want to do it, you will be the first in the world'.

It turned out that he was once one of the top five in the world.

The white-clothed Confucian never poked his hands out of his sleeves, and said with a slight chin bow: "The spitting stars on the outside are really difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake, but Lian Mou has always ignored the gossip of thunder and rain on these rivers and lakes, and Lian Mou is convinced that the reason why Master Huiping can become the head of the Buddha in the world is naturally outstanding." ”

Confucian gathered his eyes and fell on the golden living Buddha: "There is an ancient saying that the waves of clouds and stones fall into the lake are thousands of feet high, and throwing stones into the lake will splash layers of waves and waves, and the bigger the stones thrown, the more magnificent the aftermath of the splash, of course, the premise is that the lake must be deep enough to accommodate the boulders to talk about, when Li Jingxi monks spared no effort to help Master Huiping serve as the new host of Muru Temple, naturally after thinking and thinking again and again, the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings, when the general trend of the vassal king is divided, Muru Temple is just right

It is better than in the Wu realm, and it is impossible to avoid this impending rainstorm if you want to stay out of the matter. ”

The white-clothed Confucian smiled again: "Presumably, Li Gaosheng took a fancy to Master Huiping's overflowing Pinghu, so he was relieved to entrust the foundation of Muru Temple to you, but this dead knot even Li Jingxi, the reincarnation of Maitreya, could not be solved, Master Huiping was so confident that he could let Muru Temple die and be reborn?" If Master Huiping wants to use the entire Muru Temple as a gamble and take risks, and gamble that the Chang'an Imperial Court, which is thousands of miles away, to solve the situation, even a certain master should not have high hopes, the Chang'an Imperial Court is even more ugly than the Jiangnan Imperial Court, and he would like to include the entire Jianghu in his pocket. ”

"Amitabha, sin and sin. The white-clothed Confucian scholar pointed out the various things that were wrong in the Daliang temple, but at this moment, the gray-robed old monk who was overflowing with golden light like a living Buddha did not agree.

The white-clothed Confucian student disagreed, and continued to express his opinion: "Perhaps in the eyes of Master Huiping, the Muru Temple at this time is no different from surviving in the slits, but in Lian's view, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. ”

"Amitabha. Master Huiping said indifferently: "Even since the donor knows that Muru Temple is the first Buddhist door in the world, he doesn't have to bow first and then soldier, and he doesn't have to take great pains to be a lobbyist for King Wu, Muru Temple will no longer be contaminated with the rivers and lakes and temples.

The white-clothed Confucian finally stretched out his hands in his sleeves and said in a deep voice: "Could it be that Master Huiping's intention to protect the eldest prince is not a matter of contaminating the temple?"

As soon as these words came out, for some reason, all the qi dissipated in an instant, and the needle drop in Wanfoping could be heard.

All eyes were focused on this elegant and elegant Confucian in white.

The wide sleeves of the white-clothed Confucian sangled to the ground, not exceeding the hands of the Confucian scholar.

"King Kong's incorruptible body?" Lian Wansheng said.

The next moment, the killing machine skyrocketed.

The sleeves of the white-clothed Confucian suddenly exploded, and then there was a huge earthquake and muffled sound.

The wind raged suddenly, and the people who were blocking Lian Wansheng almost couldn't open their eyes, and some of the elders of the Muru Temple in the Tiancheng Realm were directly blown into the Haihui Hall by this gust of wind.

The wind is loud, the white-clothed Confucian is approaching step by step, and the Ten Thousand Buddha Flat is full of suffocating killing machines.

Every time the white-clothed Confucian student took a step, the green bricks under his feet turned into dust.

When the white-clothed Confucian was still twenty steps away from the golden living Buddha, he stopped without warning, and the wide white sleeves swept through the air, and countless green bricks of all sizes and sizes floated in the air like white snow.

The white-clothed Confucian shook his sleeves, and the blue bricks fell like rain, flying towards the gray-robed monk who was surrounded by golden light.

The fragmented bricks twisted together like twisted flowers, turning into a huge stone sword in the air, pointing directly at the golden living Buddha.

There were still ten steps away from the golden light living Buddha, and the momentum of the giant sword was sudden

However, it slowed down, as if a pair of invisible hands were blocking the huge stone sword from driving straight in.

Eight steps, the stone sword showed its decline.

After five steps, the stone sword stopped, like a white butterfly hovering over a mirror, floating in the air without moving.

Around the Huiping monks, the flowing golden Buddha light takes the circle under his feet as the outline range, forming a tall golden bell like a hill, shrouding the gray-robed monk.

The monk of Huiping held the ten-sided Zen staff in one hand, and the other hand slowly stretched out to make a clenching motion, and then a giant hand formed by golden light came into the air, exactly the same as the golden light Buddha's hand that hurt the city and broken the temple that night, and suddenly held the huge stone sword formed by countless blue bricks.

With a bang, the boulder sword was held into dust and dispersed with the wind.

(End of chapter)