In the face of Baiya's invincible stunning knife, Hui Nan's face changed, his fists on his waist were loosened, and his right hand was blocked in front of the knife with one palm.

As Hui Nan took out his palm, a huge golden statue of Arhat rose from behind the monk, and also pushed the blade with one palm.

The golden statue of Arhat has seven points of wisdom and difficulty, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a compassionate face.

Bai Ya only felt a huge force pushing towards him, making him unable to breathe, like a boulder pressing on his chest, and the sharp knife momentum suddenly couldn't move an inch, and there were signs of being directly knocked away by this palm.

"Huh!" Bai Ya's stiff face suddenly distorted, his abdomen and chest bulged, and a mouthful of heart blood spurted out with the suppressed qi in his chest, turning into a blood mist and enveloping Hui Nan.

Hui Yan smelled the strong bloody breath, his face changed again, and the phantom of the Arhat had a trace of dissipation.

The blade against the giant palm of the Arhat, like mountains and rivers interpreting the long years, and like a white horse passing through the gap in an instant. With the shaking of Hui Yan, the sword rose sharply, and the momentum was like a rainbow to break through the giant palm of the Arhat in one fell swoop......

"Oh~~" The blade slashed squarely on the palm of Hui Nan's flesh, and the sound of gold and stone clashing was heard.

"Smack!" Bai Ya was hit hard, the short knife in his hand snapped, and his body seemed to be hit head-on by a truck and thrown into the air.

However, the face of Hui Yan was dazed, as if he was unaware, and his left hand on his waist instinctively clenched his fist and lifted it, and the fist shadow came to the air to catch up with the white cliff.

The golden statue of the Arhat that had just been scattered condensed again, but this time the golden-bodied Arhat who was originally kind and kind-eyed had a trace of hideous color on his face, and his posture was like an angry King Kong, and the giant fist bombarded down in the air.

The giant fist of Luohan became bigger and bigger in the eyes of the white cliff, like a mountain toppling, and instantly emptied all the scenery in the pupils of his eyes, as if only this punch was left between heaven and earth, and the white cliff that was as small as an ant under the fist!

"Amitabha!" The loud Buddha horn sounded in Bai Ya's ears, and the giant fist in the air turned into a bubble and dissipated.

He felt a gentle force behind him, and he took his body like a cotton pad.

When Bai Ya stood firm again, he only felt a sharp pain in his chest and his right wrist holding the knife.

"The wrist and ribs seem to be broken, the dead monk is really ruthless!" Bai Ya grinned for a while, and looked up at Hui Nan.

I saw that Hui Nan not far away was a little stunned, looking down at his right palm, there was a narrow blood mark in the center of his palm, which was exactly the place where Bai Ya was slashed with a knife just now.

Bai Ya didn't speak, and carefully recalled the palm and punch of Hui Nan just now. The palm in front is nothing, the artistic conception is transformed, he has seen it before. The punch behind seemed to have undergone an inexplicable change, which had affected his five senses.

For a moment, Bai Ya even thought that he was really going to die.

"Thank you, Lord Bai!" Hui Nan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly clasped his palms together and saluted Bai Ya.

"Hehe, this is the master's accumulation, and it has nothing to do with the kid!"

Bai Ya smiled and scratched his head, he could see that Hui Yan seemed to have understood just now, but this was not his intention, and he felt deserved.

"Amitabha! Master often said that the poor monk's temperament is too peaceful, although it is okay to practice meditation, but it is an obstacle to martial arts. Hui Nan looked a little happy, and said with a smile, "Buddhist disciples practice martial arts not only to strengthen their bodies, but also to subdue demons and subdue demons. ”

"In the past half a month, the poor monk has only taught Xiaoyou to be brave, and Xiaoyou has just returned a strong heart, how can you not be grateful!"

"Is the master in a situation?" Bai Ya asked happily.

"Hehe, I haven't entered the situation yet, it's just a momentary realization, but ...... The bottleneck has been loosened!" Hui Nan shook his head and smiled, "Let's go, don't let the master wait longer!"

......

Bai Ya came to the grass house again and found that the Yuanming Zen master was holding a prayer bead and was waiting in front of the house.

"Zen Master!"

"Xiaoyou is injured?" Yuan Ming turned his head to look at Hui Nan next to him, and suddenly the old monk raised his eyebrows, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, obviously noticing the change in Hui Nan's temperament, "You realized?"

"It's the work of Lord Bai, and the disciple lost his mind for a while, and he accidentally injured the little friend of Baiya before he could stop it!" said Hui Nan apologetically.

"It's okay!" Bai Ya hurriedly waved his hand and diverted the topic, "The Zen master knows what the kid has learned, can he suggest it now?"

"There are as many immortal martial sects in Shenzhou as many as stars, but there are not too many sects that have stood for more than a thousand years. Yuan Ming no longer pursued, and said after pondering, "The background of the small sect is slightly poor, and the martial arts in the sect often only follow one or two kinds of martial arts, if you find that you are not in line with yourself in the later stage, the path of cultivation will be extremely difficult."

And the great sect has a profound heritage, and the long years are enough for the predecessors of the sect to create many martial arts, whether it is swords and fists, the outer and inner martial arts have unique features, and there is always one suitable for themselves. Even if it is not suitable, you can learn from many predecessors in martial arts, so as to observe the innovative ......"

Bai Ya nodded silently, the old monk's words were more vulgar, but the truth was not bad. He also didn't want to be a maverick and add an obscure small sect. That kind of character is a character, and it will be yourself who will be forced in the future.

"That'...... Do you have any good recommendations for Zen masters?" Bai Ya asked tentatively.

"Martial artists have their own good at martial arts, but few people understand that martial arts also choose people. Zen Master Yuanming said with a smile, "Choosing which sect will affect your life, such a big thing Lao Wei doesn't dare to talk about, just a few words to give to Xiaoyou!"

"Zen master, please speak!" Bai Ya rolled his eyes, he knew that this old monk would not say so happily and directly, what advice is not recommended, in the end, he has to choose by himself.

"Hanzhong is in the land of four wars, and to the north is Lao Qin. Yuan Ming said thoughtfully.

"Lao Qin's human nature is very strong, he will not be defeated in a hundred battles, and a hundred sects in the territory are blooming, but whether it is a hundred schools of thought, Buddhism and Taoism, or the evil sect of the Demon Gate, the disciples of the sect all have a generous and heroic style, most of them fit the temperament of Xiaoyou, I don't know if Xiaoyou is willing to return to his hometown?"

"No!" Bai Ya replied crisply, making both Yuan Ming and Hui Nan a little surprised.

In fact, they have seen a lot of Bai Ya's fierce and heroic side, but they always ignore the laziness he occasionally shows.

Bai Ya traveled to this world, and his style of acting has changed from his previous life, but in the end, he is still an otaku who is afraid of trouble. The two heroic deeds earned him some fame, but left him with more trouble.

If there was another choice, Bai Ya would not be willing to join an Immortal Martial Sect of the Qin State.

"Since it is not feasible to go north, then there are only three sides left, east, west and south, and the west is Tubo, and most of the sects in the territory worship Buddha, and Xiaoyou should not choose. "Zen Master Yuanming doesn't want to talk more about foreign countries, if Bai Ya really wants to be a monk, he would rather leave people in the King Kong Temple.

"To the east is Han Chu, Han is the weakest of the seven heroes, however, there is Songshan Shaolin in the territory, which is the first of the four major temples in Shenzhou. In the past dynasties, the Han kings worshiped the Buddha and responded to the needs of Shaolin, but except for Shaolin, the others were small sects. Yuan Ming said slowly.

"Shaolin martial arts is broad and profound, the former Bodhidharma Patriarch has left Zen 72 stunts, and the development is even more dazzling. It's just that if you don't want to become a monk and can't hold the great precepts of Buddhism, then the martial arts will stop at the early stage of congenital ......"

"What about the Chu State?" Bai Ya thought deeply and asked instead.

"Chu Realm also has a Niu'er sect in the north of Jingzhou, that is Wudang True Martial Dao, also known as Wudang School. Yuan Ming smiled and said, "Daomen and Buddhism are both born sects, but the rules and precepts of the sect are not as strict as those of Buddhism, but they are quite suitable for Baiya Xiaoyou." ”

"In addition to the Wudang faction, what other sects are there in the Chu Kingdom?" Bai Ya didn't want to hang himself from a tree, so he immediately asked again.

"The Chu realm is the largest of the Seven Heroes, and there are countless princes in the territory. Even if you don't count Wu and Yue, they are behemoths spanning five states. Yuan Ming sighed, "However, except for the Wudang faction, the Xianwu Sect in Chu Realm is in the Jiangnan area, and the people's morale is a little weak, and they like the style of luxury and extravagance......"

Bai Ya was silent, but he disagreed with Yuan Ming's words. He was from Jiangnan in his previous life, but he was not really a small guy in the north. But he has never been to Jiangnan in this world, so he has no refutation.

"After talking about the east, the next thing is the Shu Kingdom in the south. Yuan Ming paused as he spoke, and then said after a while.

"Shu and Hanzhong are both Yizhou, and there is Dali further south. There are many caves and blessed lands in the Shu Kingdom, and the number of immortal martial sects is almost no less than that of Lao Qin. Regardless of the Gu Poison Sect and martial arts families in Southern Xinjiang for the time being, there are Qingcheng, Emei, Medicine King Valley and so on. ”

"That'...... According to the Zen master, where should I go first?" Bai Ya smiled bitterly, and the old monk said a lot, but the result was the same as not saying anything.

"Little friends, you can go to Shu for a tour first!"

Bai Ya thought that the old monk would continue to be perfunctory, but he didn't expect to give him a positive answer this time, but the reason was a bit nonsense.

"Shu is the closest to Hanzhong, and the big sects are relatively concentrated, after reading it, if you don't like those sects, you can go to Chu again!"

"Alright!" White Cliff was a little speechless.

He vaguely felt that although the old monk did not specifically recommend any sect, there was a lot of admiration for Taoism in his words. However, Bai Ya thought about it, and the Dao Gate was quite suitable for him.

He doesn't like to be inhibited, and he wants to be free to swim in this world.

The Taoist Gate pays attention to the nature of Taoism, the unity of nature and man, and the rules and precepts of the door are much more relaxed than those of Buddhism. Even if you don't become a Taoist, it will not hinder the cultivation of martial arts, and you don't want Buddhism to hold the great precepts, otherwise the heart of worshiping the Buddha is not firm enough, and the martial arts will stop at the early stage of congenital.

Seeing Bai Ya's face gradually retreating, Zen Master Yuanming immediately knew that he had made a decision.

"Hui Nan, go to the house and get the text that the teacher copied some time ago!" the old monk clasped his palms together and said with a smile, "There is always a goodbye when we meet, and when the little friend leaves, the old man will no longer send each other." ”

After the Yuanming Zen Master finished speaking, he turned around and went back to the house and gave Bai Ya a dashing back of his head.

Bai Ya couldn't help but smile bitterly, and after waiting for a while, he saw Hui Nan walking out of the grass hut with a small burden, and casually stuffed the burden to him.

"Master Bai, let's go, the poor monk will send you down the mountain!"

"It's ...... What are they?" Bai Ya asked curiously, looking at the burden in his hand.

"Xiaoyou returned the "Jialan Neijing" given to you by Huikong junior brother to this temple, and the master could not shirk the relics of his junior brother, so he had to copy out the Vajra mudra and the nameless heart method contained in the scripture, and then return it to Xiaoyou!"

Hui Nan said with a smile, "The Vajra Mahamudra created by Senior Brother Huikong is indeed unique, but Senior Brother has not enough knowledge. If this skill is cultivated by a person with insufficient foundation, it is too limited to the body, and it is too easy to fall into a long sleep, is it possible that Xiaoyou can't feel it?"