The square is magnificent, surrounded by floating slaughter, Ning Zitong stands on the side of the referee, half feeling and half playfully looking at the "divine monk" Fayuan who is wearing a red robe on the opposite side.

This kind of duel will always make her think about the first time she entered the Waigang meeting, at that time Fa Yuan was not the abbot of Daxing Temple, but he had practiced "Closed Mouth Zen" for many years, and he still had the mentality of a little girl and tried to provoke the other party to speak with great interest during the dialogue time, and he was about to succeed, but the referee announced the start of the game, leaving himself with unwilling regrets.

So, one attempt, two attempts, three attempts...... Time just flows, urging people to grow old.

At the beginning, the girl with a radiant and peerless appearance was unconsciously middle-aged, and she was speeding towards the road of half a hundred.

Maybe only this "hobby" that has persisted for many years can make me temporarily regain that feeling of a little girl, even if I have been failing and never succeeding.

I'm not talking about provocative words, I'm talking about my youth...... Ning Zitong sighed secretly, and saw that Fayuan, who described the withered tree, stopped at the predetermined position, and the two sides were separated by more than thirty meters.

At such a distance, she was not afraid that he would hear her thoughts.

According to the flesh test of a senior and a colleague in actual combat, it can be preliminarily determined that the effective range of his heart will not exceed a radius of ten meters, or even smaller.

At this time, the referee approved the time, raised his right hand and said:

"Conversation time begins!"

Ning Zitong seemed to be waiting for the long-awaited show, and couldn't wait to smile and say:

"Master Abbot, long time no see. ”

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding audience and the spectators in front of the screen complained one after another, not to mention the last duel between the Dragon and Tiger Club and Daxing Temple, not to mention the recent title match, at the "Celebration Reception" of the last top professional competition, you met with Fayuan Monk, this is less than two months!

Did you say this on purpose, wanting Fayuan Monk to refute you?

We will not be fooled by this kind of trick!

Fa Yuan looked at his nose and nose and heart, his divine light was restrained, his expression was wooden, and he only nodded his head invisibly.

Ning Zitong didn't care, and continued:

"Master Abbot, I have a doubt, which has been hidden in my heart for a while, and I hope you will give me some advice. ”

"I've been thinking about it, Buddhism practices closed-mouth meditation in order to reduce oral karma and reduce cause and effect, so if a monk who practices closed-mouth meditation happens to know a secret, if he quickly speaks out and tells the world, it can save thousands of lives, then will he choose to open his mouth or not?"

She knows that Buddhism, who is good at speculation, must have considered this, Mahayana has the answer of Mahayana, Hinayana has the truth of Hinayana and it is difficult to defeat the abbot in front of her, but similar questions are easy to be used by others, especially now that it is in the live broadcast, if Fayuan does not answer, it is easy to affect the reputation of Daxing Temple and himself.

After that, even if there are Buddhist laymen answering on the Internet, it will inevitably cause a war of words, which is the characteristic of the current information society!

Fa Yuan turned a deaf ear, still maintaining his previous posture, like a tree that had lost its life.

is worthy of being a monk who cultivates closed-mouth meditation, and he is really calm...... Ning Zitong turned his mind and said with a smile:

"Abbot, if you don't answer, then forget it, I know you must be struggling in your heart. ”

She deliberately smeared the other party, but Fa Yuan still didn't speak, and even the rhythm of his breathing and the depth of his gaze did not change in any way.

After a few black words, Ning Zitong respected his identity, did not chase and fight, and said with a smile:

"I heard that after he became enlightened, the master's closed-mouth meditation was completed, so why didn't he speak?

In the face of this malicious speculation, Fa Yuan did not move at all, and there was no change in mood.

Ning Zitong, who still failed to change several ways, saw that time was running out, so he gave up gloomily, restrained his emotions, and adjusted his state.

At this moment, she saw Fa Yuan's eyes move, and the whole person was like a creature after hibernation, slowly coming to life.

Hibernation...... Hibernation...... He wouldn't have fallen asleep just now, would he? Ning Zitong suddenly had such an absurd and funny thought, and he was stunned for a moment, angry and funny.

The referee didn't give her time to think, she raised her right arm and waved it down suddenly:

"Let's go!"

Fa Yuan's withered and sallow skin instantly glowed with a little golden light, and his right palm was raised, pressing out towards the void in front of him.

Ning Zitong's upper body did not shake, and moved sideways like a ghost, behind the position where she was originally standing, a deep and clear palm print appeared on the bluestone ground with a bang, and there were no cracks around, as if the metal utensils had been dug out of the hollow by sharp weapons.

Vajra Realm, Vajra Seal, "The Power of the Mountain"!

This exercise has spawned a lot of peerless learning, but there are very few people who can do it like this.

As soon as he made a mistake, a fierce wind suddenly blew around Ning Zitong's body, which was dyed black and deepened and deeper.

Woo la-la, while walking around Fa Yuan, she spun her body violently, turned into an auger bit, attacked her opponent at high speed, and threw out one pale black figure after another, mixed with the wind, fiercely followed and pounced, covering the original form.

At the same time, drop after drop of rain condensed, or drooped, or drifted horizontally, all shrouded in Fayuan, the color seemed to be close to black, but it belonged to the kind of deep red that had been precipitated for a long time.

Dark part, "bloody wind and bloody rain"!

The wind can tear the spirit and body, the rain hides poison, the phantom seems to be real and fake, and the fists and feet are hidden in it!

Ning Zitong unexpectedly made a rush attack at the opening, instead of directly wandering and fighting!

This is the true nature of the "ghost king"!

Heaven and earth seemed to be darkened, the color of the glass in Fa Yuan's eyes flashed, and a round of light suddenly appeared behind his head, clear and brilliant, shining in all directions!

As soon as they appeared, all the "phantoms" naturally faded and disappeared, and all the poisonous rain quickly disintegrated and lost their original color.

The comprehensive application of the "Wisdom Fist Seal" of the Vajra Department, the "Prajna Bodhisattva Body" and the "Other Heart Communication" of the Fayuan!

The high-speed rotating "drill bit" was revealed when it was about to hit the opponent, and it was hit steadily by Fa Yuan's broad and long light gold palm, impartial.

Bang!

The pale golden light splashed around, and Ning Zitong flew back upside down, not waiting to land, like a real ghost, changing direction in mid-air, turning continuously, avoiding follow-up attacks, and re-opening the distance.

This kind of figure is amazing to see Lou Cheng, even if he has "wind and snow traces" and "wind and fire like wheels", it is not as good as the "floating light" that specializes in this way, and Yan Zhaotang's "instantaneous step" is fast, but it is too direct and not smart enough.

I'm afraid that only the "wind department" who is also known for his personal skills can achieve this level...... The "Chihuahua" of the future may be able to do something similar...... Lou Cheng thought to himself.

With the same beautiful appearance, the same outstanding strength, and the same good at body style, it is no wonder that Sister Ning and "Chihuahua" and her master have parted with each other for so many years, and it is difficult to compare!

PS: Patronizing the idea of the dialogue bridge, but I didn't have time to think about the fight, and the number of words is less, forgive me.