People are not all good people, but there are also bad people or laypeople.

Monks are also human beings, and naturally they will be no exception. Even in Shaolin Temple, there have been many virtuous monks for thousands of years, but there are not necessarily many fewer flower monks and evil monks.

The spiritual master understood this truth, so in this chaotic night, in the Dharma Palace, he looked at the juniors in front of him and asked the doubts in his heart.

"Hate?" "Void Xing's face was calm, no sorrow or joy: "The abbot said that he laughed, the four monks are empty, see through the red dust, the little monk is already ruthless in his heart, he is already ruthless, where is there hatred? Where is love?"

"The four are empty, the Dharma is not empty, and the human heart is not empty. Lingxin took off the mask of an enlightened monk, and his face showed seriousness and exhaustion. His eyes lit up, and he stared at the void: "The thief who entered the temple today is unknown, maybe it is the White Lotus Sect, or not, I can't delve into it for the time being, but Song Yi, the lotus messenger of the White Lotus Sect, died in one-finger Zen, I think all over the temple, I can't figure out who has practiced one-finger Zen, but the most suspicious of them is only you!"

Your father took you down the mountain to travel, and finally died inexplicably, which is strange, not to mention this for the time being. You are your father's son, and he may not have secretly passed on a finger Zen to you on the way, and now that Song Yi is dead, I can't think of a second person besides you. ”

"I haven't practiced one-finger meditation. Xuxing shook his head: "If the abbot doesn't believe it, you might as well have a few tricks with the little monk, and you will know it after a try." ”

"In front of Patriarch Bodhidharma, how can I do it with you. Lingxin looked at the void: "What's more, you have the seven Shaolin skills, if you hide it, I can't try it, so why waste your efforts." ”

"If the abbot calls the little monk to come, it's just such a temptation... The little monk has already given the answer, does the abbot believe it or not?"

"Emptiness is color, and color is emptiness. Faith is doubt, and doubt is faith. You have denied it, and I can't provide ironclad evidence, so what if you believe it or not?" Lingxin sighed, and then said abruptly: "But when I saw it today, I finally determined that you are still you, the poisonous monk who is full of resentment and wants to subvert Shaolin, no, it is the poisonous monk who subverts my Buddha." ”

His tranquil face stiffened, but in an instant, he returned to his previous appearance, and his eyes were just right with a trace of doubt: "Why did Master Abbot say this?" The little monk was puzzled. ”

"It's too much, obviously you haven't understood it yet. I have put down the title of "old man", but you have always called yourself "little monk", which shows that your heart has always been on guard. Raising his hand to stop the discernment of false actions, Lingxin said: "If I am really just the taciturn Shaolin abbot in front of the world, who is profound in Buddhism, then I will not be able to put on the kapok robe behind me from the beginning."

It can even be said that few Shaolin abbots in the past dynasties are honest people, and they really want to put them on the rivers and lakes, take off their false names, and be a giant, which is more than enough for the demon of the mixed world. It's not that there are no real ascetics, but they are all dead, even if it's the Rotten Ke Temple that used to be as famous as my Shaolin.

The Wusheng of the White Lotus Sect understood this truth, but it was a pity that it was a little late.

Song Yi's death, whether you admit it or not, it doesn't matter, it's just that the uncle wants to tell you that there are some things, you don't have to hide it too much, I am your uncle, and I will hand over the Shaolin Temple to you after all, so you don't need to be so vigilant. ”

"It really wasn't killed by the little monk. ”

"Perhaps. Hearing that he still denied the hypocrisy, and still called himself a little monk, Lingxin couldn't help but feel a little disappointed and a little relieved.

I am disappointed that I did not open my heart after all, and I am glad that such a thick skin and scheming are the best inheritors of the Shaolin mantle: "Go ahead, kill a few more people, make some achievements, and serve the public in the future." ”

"Obey the abbot's decree," Xuxing folded his hands and bowed his head to salute: "The little monk retires." ”

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Tai Chi, the opportunity of movement and stillness, the mother of yin and yang. The general rule is invincible in the world, and if it is not, it is just a health kung fu to strengthen the body.

Zhang Sanfeng passed down the position of head of the family, and left a set of Taijiquan, a set of Taiji swords traveled all over the mountain, known as the understanding of the heart of heaven.

Xuan Cong is not the second head of Wudang, but the third. But for the understanding of Taijiquan, it can be called the first in the Wudang School, but it has never been revealed in front of people.

At this moment, he put on a posture of holding the tail of the bird, but he was ready to fight hard, but before he could fight, the expressions of the three people in front of him seemed to be a little weird, and his eyes were also looking behind him, could there be someone behind him?

He was about to turn his head, but he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck, and then his eyes went dark, and the person passed out and fell into the arms of a dirty old man, who did not know what to do.

"Zhang Zhenren. How could Xu Ruyi not recognize the identity of the sloppy old man, he bowed his head at the moment, holding the junior courtesy, and his attitude was very humble.

"Zhang Zhenren?" Nangong Caiyun has not yet matched the number.

"Zhang Sanfeng?!" Fang Tianyou's face was full of horror, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled, his right hand competed, he carried Xuan Cong on his shoulder, his left index finger dug in his nostrils, took it out and looked at it, and said casually: "Xiaoyou, Shuzhong, the old Taoist priest is still a little kind of favor to you, it's only been a few years, and Zhang Luo wants to be ruthless to the old Taoist's little apprentice, but it's a bit unauthentic." ”

Xu Ruyi was speechless, and could only be silent for a while.

Fortunately, Zhang Sanfeng didn't seem to want to delve into it, but just said to himself: "Xuan Cong has three years of life left in his life, and there is no such catastrophe." You forcibly intervened in this variable, if someone else is old-fashioned, it will be okay to open a blind eye, but Xuan Cong is an old-fashioned way, and I have brought it up, and there is some affection in it, Xiaoyou, how about selling my face?"

Xu Ruyi hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and struggled: "Zhang Zhenren, today I laid out this situation, it is related to the direction of the world for ten years, if Xuan Cong Dao grows him later... ”

"Overseer!" Hearing that Xu Ruyi dared to bargain, Fang Tianyou was in a hurry, for fear that Zhang Sanfeng would be displeased and kill the three of them on the spot.

But Xu Ruyi didn't think so, since he always felt that Zhang Sanfeng seemed to be a little special to him, otherwise he wouldn't have to go to Matou Mountain to save his life, and he didn't have to say so much about what he had. Second, if Zhang Sanfeng is really hostile, why should he knock Xuan Cong unconscious? Try to talk, if it doesn't work, there is no loss.

"Hmmm... Zhang Sanfeng thought for a while and said with a smile: "In that case, I will take Xuan Cong out for a while, and I won't show up in front of people within a year, so it's good." ”

"According to the real man. Xu Ruyi nodded in agreement, Zhang Sanfeng glanced at Xu Ruyi deeply, turned away, and a lazy voice came from the mishast: "The killing is too much, it hurts the heavens and the peace, if you don't follow the devil's path, I'm afraid you won't be able to enter the innate in this life." ”

Xu Ruyi listened to these words, squinted, thoughtful, and after a while, Fang Tianyou spoke: "Overseer, this is next... ？”

"Find another one and kill it. Xu Ruyi came back to his senses and shrugged his shoulders, with a nonchalant look on the surface, but only he knew what he thought in his heart.

Nangong Caiyun jumped over the wall one by one, looked at it privately, pointed in one direction and turned back and said coldly: "Over there, it looks like it's a big fight." ”

"Let's go, let's take a look, Xuan Cong can't do it, Huizhen, Yue Songting, Murong Qing or something, although their status is poor, it's not too much. ”

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The plaque fell to the ground and shattered, in front of the nameless side hall, Tang Sai'er took Sikong Xuan and Huihe Wusheng, who came later, and Huizhen Shitai, Tie Sihai, and Murong Qing fought in one place, fierce battles, and the flames broke out in all directions, and the White Lotus Sect started a chaotic battle with the people of the three sects and seven sects under the leadership of Ah Da Ah Er.

The shadow of the sword and the shadow of the blood were heavy, and people kept falling, letting out a final roar, and even on the ground, they struggled to slash the enemy's ankle with the blade in their hand.

The palms met in the air, and the moment they staggered, two shadows and four jade palms hit Huizhen Shitai's shoulders and back.

"Carving insect skills!" shouted angrily, and the old figure turned his feet, like a spinning top, scattering the phantoms around him one by one, and then swept with a kick, sweeping towards the waist of the nearest shadow with a strong wind.

"Bang!" exploded like thunder, and Mrs. Huizhen's figure froze.

Rip!

But Tang Sai'er was powerless to pursue, and a pair of iron fists behind her made three fist shadows, and she had to dodge.

"Tie Sihai, dare to be distracted when you fight with me, you look down on me!" Sikong Xuan flicked his ten fingers, needles, flying knives, and thistles, and together composed a music of death.

"Hmph!" Tie Sihai didn't move, his upper body leaned back suddenly, an iron plate bridge, and the whole person folded in half, and then supported his hands on the ground, a somersault, and faced Sikong Xuan again.

Wusheng was injured in the front, and it was indeed a little lacking in heart to face Murong Qing again. In the case of disordered breath, it is not easy to fight against the head of the Tianshan faction, who is known for his swordsmanship.

"Don't fall in love with war, you protect the brothers in the sect and go first, and this seat will be broken and !!"

"Mother Buddha!"

"Mother Buddha!"

Hearing this, the White Lotus Sect in the field was enthusiastic, and the guy in his hand was three points faster, his eyes were torn, and there was a tragic momentum all around him!

Sikong Xuan and Wusheng glanced at each other between the gaps, nodded, and then made a false move, and the two jumped up: "The Buddha Mother has an order, retreat, don't want to fight!"

How many hidden weapons did Sikong Xuan have on his body? Anyway, the fierce battle had not been used up for nearly an hour. With the wave of both hands, the language of flowers fell, and there was no distinction between friend and foe, and there were dead and wounded on both sides. But in this densely populated situation and one's own disadvantage, one for two, one for three is worth it, and this deal is obviously not a loss.

In this moment of respite, Wusheng punched a gray-clothed warrior monk who was blocking in front of him and shouted: "The Buddha's mother's mana is through the Xuan, if you can't wait, how can you exert your cultivation?! Don't drag the Buddha's mother! Withdraw with me!"

"Mother Buddha!"

The tide was surging, and Ah Da Ah Er took over the position of Sikong Xuan and Wusheng, and struggled to resist the attack of Murong Qing and Tie Sihai's ears, and then retreated, leading a group of White Lotus Sect disciples to slowly begin to break out.

After about a quarter of an hour's effort, those who could walk and those who still had the opportunity to go, all left, and Tang Sai'er was the only one left in the field, facing Huizhen, Murong Qing, and Tie Sihai, the clouds were light and the wind was light.

"Lord Tang. Hui Zhen stood up and said: "I did such an evil deed tonight, and now that the overall situation has been decided, I don't want to be caught yet, and wait for the Lingxin Master to fall?"

"The overall situation has been decided, who told you?" Tang Sai'er raised his hand to wipe the fragrant sweat on his forehead, took advantage of the situation, put the messy green silk on his forehead behind his ear, and chuckled.

"Demon girl, now that you are under siege, the master is too kind to persuade you, don't be stubborn!" Murong Qing raised his sword and pointed at Tang Sai'er, and the blood beads went down the tip of the sword, ticking and ticking, extremely piercing.

"As the Mother of the White Lotus Buddha, I rarely make a move on weekdays, and I am still young, so it is normal for you to look down on me. "Lazy and elegant, he has a deep waist, and his beautiful figure can be seen at a glance, even if Murong Qing and Huizhen are women, even the uncle Tie Sihai can't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, not to mention the monks around him who have never seen a woman.

"When I came, I knew that this trip was dangerous, but I didn't expect it to come to such a point, so let's make a mistake, and it will also make a name for me in the White Lotus Sect. Speaking of this, Tang Sai'er slowly took out a small bottle from his arms, pulled off the cork, and drank it with his head held high.

Everyone hadn't come back to their senses, but their vision was blurred for a while, and after a while, in the midst of the flickering, there were thirteen shadows standing in front of them, all of them with ordinary faces, but with different expressions: enchanting, solemn, compassionate, angry, etc., etc., etc., and so on.

"Six desires and seven emotions are extinguished. Master Huizhen said in a deep voice.

"Exactly. Thirteen Tang Sai'er spoke at the same time, and their voices were high and low, and they could clearly distinguish the difference.

All the monks and disciples of all factions present were shocked, and they were extremely surprised by the strange scene in front of them. This is no longer the category of martial arts, it is simply a miracle, and it is recorded in the book, and everyone is familiar with the Buddhist supernatural power: incarnation outside the body!

"How is this possible!"

"She, she can't really be the Buddha Mother, right?"

"Hallucinations, must be hallucinations. People involuntarily rubbed their eyes, and when they opened their eyes again, they were still the same scene.

Thirteen Tang Sai'er each knotted a Zen mudra and recited in a low voice: "No old mother, vacuum hometown." The gameplay is immeasurable, and its way is eternal. ”

After the sixteen-character mantra, Tang Sai'er moved, or more accurately, the thirteen white-clothed incarnations moved.

Fast, but not just fast, but also with a hint of mystery. Interspersed in the crowd, Ling Bo walked slightly, and Luo socks were dusty.

Raise a stick, break the stick, lift the knife, break the knife, flesh and blood, touch it and die, raise your hand and brush your sleeve, nothing can stop it.

Like a fragrant breeze, blowing blissful death.

Among the people present, only Huizhen and Tie Sihai could see Tang Sai'er's movements clearly, and Murong Qing was only reluctant, but they couldn't stop it. Thirteen figures, both true and false, want to stop, but I don't know which one is true. Moreover, many disciples are gathered in one place, no matter how high their martial arts are, they are always not empty ghosts, and they will not be able to wear people's spells.

At this moment, they finally understood why Tang Sai'er would break off the queen alone, and why they didn't have to use this method before.

I'm afraid that this is like Dongfang Jade's magic knife, which does not distinguish between enemy and me.