Xiang Yang put down the teacup and said lightly and seriously: "Monk, you really know how to laugh." ”

"Buddha, I never speak. Monk Guanghui said solemnly.

"What's the benefit?" asked Xiang Yang.

"There are 3,000 Hinayana Buddhism in my Buddhism, all of which can be cultivated to attain the golden bodhisattva and arhat status, and there are 300 Mahayana Buddhism to cultivate the past, present, and future incarnation, attain the Buddha's attainment, or attain bliss, and enjoy a time of great freedom without disease, disaster, and pain. Monk Guanghui said proudly.

"Hehe!" Xiang Yang smiled.

Monk Guanghui stared at Xiang Yang with burning eyes and said, "Don't you believe it?"

Xiang Yangyi asked, "Can a monk cultivate the Bodhisattva and Arhat fruit rank?"

Monk Guanghui shook his head for the first time and said, "Not yet." ”

Xiang Yanger asked, "Can a monk attain the Buddha's fruition?"

Monk Guanghui shook his head for the second time and said, "No." ”

Xiang Yangsan asked, "Then the monk can ascend to Bliss?"

Monk Guanghui shook his head for the third time and said, "If the merit is not enough, how can you achieve bliss?"

Finally, Xiang Yang shook his head and asked, "Since it is a pavilion in the sky, then why should I enter the Buddha Gate and give up the more prosperous world to endure your precepts of pure suffering?

Monk Guanghui said with a sad face: "Amitabha, the skin is just a boat, only the next life is true, why can't the donor see through it!"

"In the next life, you may remember your previous life?" asked Xiang Yang again.

"A bowl of Meng Po soup, everything is empty. Monk Guanghui replied.

"Is that still me?" Xiang Yang dropped a rhetorical question, not giving Monk Guanghui a chance to answer, then left the Buddha hall laughing, singing as he walked: "Red dust, I am obsessed, love and hate, fight the sword world, do not envy the gods and Buddhas, do not envy the immortals, I only wish to have a free ...... in this life"

"A good one, I just want to be free in this life. With a sigh, the door of the Buddha Hall slowly closed.

......

Since meeting with Monk Guanghui, Xiang Yang finally had a few days of quiet.

In addition to worshipping the straw man, I have to go to class and go shopping every day.

As for cultivation, Xiang Yang stopped completely.

It can't be helped.

There is a monk who likes to eavesdrop and peek, always be careful.

Early in the morning, Xiang Yang woke up early, washed up, and put on a new set of clothes.

Carefully tied up his hair, Xiang Yang didn't take a book and went out of the courtyard and came to the school.

"Morning to Mr. Xiang!"

"Morning to Mr. Xiang!"

As soon as Xiang Yang walked into the school, he saw Lu Anguo and Lu Wushuang saying together.

After the first day, the two little guys directly became little fans of Xiangyang.

"Mr. Xiang, how about you help me see this set of smoke and rain swordsmanship I learned yesterday?" Lu Wushuang didn't wait for Xiang Yang to agree, pulled out his long sword and couldn't wait to dance in the classroom.

Gorgeous, densely woven, and lightning fast.

"Don't pay too much attention to the sword move, try to forget about it. Xiang Yang shook his head and said.

Although the sword moves are beautiful, they have nothing to show and not to be shaped.

Hearing Xiang Yang's guidance, Lu Wushuang's sword moves were chaotic at first, and then quickly stabilized.

"Close your eyes and use your mind to comprehend the essence of the sword move......s," Xiang Yang continued.

Slowly, there were some changes in Lu Wushuang's sword moves.

The sword rain is like silk, ethereal, looming.

The sword in Lu Wu's hands seemed to turn into a drizzle, obviously a sword, and it was like a million swords.

Sword intent, Lu Wushuang actually comprehended the sword intent, it was really incredible.

What is Sword Intent?

To put it bluntly, it is an extension of the origin, which only belongs to the sword, with the nobility of the sword, the arrogance of the sword, the sharpness of the sword, and the heart of the sword, which is the origin of the sword.

For the swordsman, when he really understands what the sword intent is, and can exert the sword intent, there are no tricks to win, everything comes from the heart, merges with the sword, and exerts his understanding of the sword intent, the sword is alive.

What a high level of understanding.

"If you weren't Lu Jianlong's daughter, if this wasn't the Demon Suppression Realm, how nice would it be!" A trace of amazement flashed from Xiang Yang's eyes, and finally turned into a silent sigh.

This may be the choice of fate.

Cruel and helpless.

At this time, Lu Wushuang ended his sword dance, and said excitedly at Xiang Yang: "Mr. Xiang, have you seen it! I actually comprehended the Yanyu Sword Intent, five years earlier than my father comprehended the Sword Intent, haha, now it depends on how my father will talk about ......me in the future."

"Congratulations. "Xiang Yang is not interested.

"Mr. Xiang, I have comprehended the sword intent, aren't you happy?" Lu Wushuang said puzzled.

"You'll understand later. Xiang Yang touched Lu Wushuang's head and said.

When Lu Wushuang looked puzzled, Lu Anguo next to him looked at Xiang Yang's empty hands and said excitedly: "Mr. Xiang, you didn't bring a book today, are you planning to tell us a story directly?"

"Not bad. Xiang Yang nodded.

"It's great, you can listen to the story directly. Lu Anguo clapped his hands and shouted.

Although Lu Wushuang did not call, he silently moved the small bench and sat beside Xiang Yang.

"Last time, I talked about Sun Wukong asking the Bodhisattva King of the Earth to return Kou Hong's soul, put it in his sleeve, drove the cloud back to Kou's house, let Bajie sled open the coffin lid, and pushed his soul to his body, after a while, Kou Yuanwai was rescued, today I will tell you the last time Leiyin Temple Rulai gives the true scriptures......" In the expectation of the two children, Xiang Yang slowly recounted.

"From then on, the Buddha of Zhantan, the Buddha of Fighting and Victory, the Messenger of the Pure Altar, the Golden Arhat, the Heavenly Dragon Horse, and all the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Holy Monks, Arhats, Jiedi, Bhikshus, Upasa, Upasa, the gods of the caves, the great gods Dingjia, Gongcao, Jialan, the land, and all the enlightened teachers and immortals, have returned to their respective positions here. ”

Speaking of this, Xiang Yang stood up and said, "Okay, the story of "Journey to the West" is over, and today's class is here! ”

"Is this the end?" Lu Anguo still didn't finish.

"Yes, why is it over?" Lu Wushuang also looked reluctant.

Bidding farewell to the reluctant Lu Anguo and Lu Wushuang, Xiang Yang returned to his small courtyard.

......

Underground space.

Xiang Yang lit three incense sticks and stared at the straw man on the altar.

"Today is the twenty-first and last day, and don't blame you. Although I have no grudge with you in the past and no enmity in the near future, but you helped the Buddha to arrest and kill the people in the Daomen, this is the cause, and now I take your head, this is the effect. Muttering in his mouth, Xiang Yang took the incense and worshiped the straw man three times in a row.

Waves, a soft sound came from the straw man's body, as if something had shattered.

Xiang Yang didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly picked up a mulberry branch bow and three peach branch arrows placed on the altar, and shot them at the left and right eyes and heart of the straw man.

Puff puff!

Three peach arrows shot into the straw man's eyes and heart.

Something strange happened, and blood flowed from the straw man's eyes and heart.

Bright red, pungent, like real human blood.

"It's not slow. Xiang Yang looked up, dropped the mulberry branch bow, and in a flash, he went into the ground.

Boom! As soon as Xiang Yang disappeared into the underground space, a loud noise came from above, and the earth cracked directly in the midst of the shaking of the mountains, revealing the blue sky.

A fat-headed and big-eared monk stands in the void, it is the Guanghui monk.

"Damn. Looking at the altar underground, Monk Guanghui looked pale, where would he not understand.

What kind of foreign aid is there, Xiang Yang is the Taoist who explored the General's Mansion that day, and what is even more infuriating is that he actually let Xiang Yang get it under his nose. Thinking that he was a master-level powerhouse who had opened the four senses, and let a junior play around, he lost all his face now.