The "poor monk" rebuked: "Sophistry!"

The young man on Zuo Qingshan said, "It's the kid who quibbles", and then retreated behind the night remnant star, Ning Wenwen, and Wen Ren gentleman, and stopped talking. The breath of the "poor monk" stuck in his throat suddenly fell back and scattered in his chest. Reawakening is not a taste, as if the strength is used on a large ball of cotton, soft, empty, and helpless. I groaned for a moment, not knowing how to question the delusional boy.

The young man's discussion of the Four Truths is paradoxical and paradoxical. The sword of the four truths, the most profound sword path of Buddhism, can be said to be most of the swordsmanship of Buddhism, originating from this. The young man was confused by Buddhism, although "the sword is used by the world" poked the true meaning of the sword, is it not the world for the Buddhist swordsmanship, and the Buddhism is not in the world?

"Boy, you know the sword of a fart!" The anger of the "poor monk" is depressed, and he does not vomit or be unhappy.

"I don't know the sword. The boy hesitated and said.

The three hairs of the "poor monk" fell wildly, and he was angry: "I don't know how to sword, I fart indiscriminately!"

This kid has extraordinary bones and a likable temperament, and he has a good impression of interacting with him. If it weren't for the battle with Wu Liguan just now, the respect for Ning Wenyan and the other three Yuanying real people would have increased a little more, otherwise he would have fled to the end of the sky and the corner of the sea, and he would have to be split with a slap.

"Haha, you're farting!" Xing Ye said angrily: "The young master of my family broke the Four Truths Innocent Sword, just like a meal!"

The level of cultivation and cultivation of the "poor monk" are not the same as those of the Dharma master. Once the Dharma Master was extremely angry, he screamed wildly, and although the "poor monk" was also extremely angry, it was three hairs and a sword sound. Suddenly, I thought that the young man only practiced qi cultivation and fought with him, so he shouldn't have come to draw his sword and compete with each other, so he shouldn't have it.

Three strands of hair wilted.

But the sound of the sword shook the depths of the night dome, and the vultures hissed.

"The boy's mouth is still milky, and he doesn't know how thick the sky is, so that's it. The Dharma protector of eliminating evil is like this, and the poor monk disdains it. Hearing that the Taoist friends can't beat the poor monks without Liguan, they will compete with each other?"

Wen Ren gentleman said: "The master is wrong, insulting the master of the unruly view, eliminating the evil and protecting the law to refute, protecting the master, not against the master." ”

"Oh?" the poor monk mused.

"Besides, just talking about the way of the sword, the master of my Wuli view broke the master's Four Truths and Innocent Sword, although it is not as the Xing Ye said, but it can still be done. ”

The "poor monk" was stunned, and the wilted three hairs stood on end, and he was angry. "What Xing Ye said" is "next to the meal", you don't have the meaning of Li Guan Lord, but you are tactful and subtle. With one palm, his middle finger wanted to play, and Sen Ran said: "Wu Liguan doesn't want the poor monk to stop talking?"

The three masters of Dharma, Huixin, and Puguang bloomed with joy.

Zuo Qingshan's Wuli audience didn't know what the mystery of the master's "not speaking" was, but his deterrence was fully revealed. Ning Wenyi laughed and said: "Talking about kendo, what is the value of the master's anger? ”

Xing Ye's confidence in the sword path of the wind and light night is beyond limit. The sword displayed in the Yunzhongtai of the Heavenly Sect in the light night of the wind is the real pinnacle of the sword, only at the level of the sword, there is no sword in the world that cannot be broken. Not to mention the realm of "unity of heaven and man in the way of swords" when He Ning asked about swords, the night remnant star was in the middle of it, and the abyss and mysteries that were so high as heaven and earth chased him Ji Yanran, the first person in the Izumo realm kendo for millions of miles, were also dwarfed and overshadowed. One day knocking on the door and the sky, the cage of heaven and earth opened with a sword. The young master sword is above the mortal world, how can he be afraid of this Buddhist master?

At the moment, he shouted: "The Four Truths Innocent Sword, the light of the fireflies! Master Ben's sword path penetrates the heavens and the earth, and the young master of my family has broken it!"

The palm of the "poor monk" was already hanging down when he heard Ning's words. Listening to the presumptuous words of the Dharma Protector of Eliminating Evil, I believed a little. Wanting to speak, the Evil Protector said arrogantly: "The young master can't break the sword of the master's Buddhism, so Master Xing will cut off this head and give you a cushion to sit on!"

The "poor monk" was moved.

Those monks who watched the battle, whether they were from the Xuanmen or the Buddhist Sect, were in an uproar. The "poor monk" fights alone to eliminate the evil and protect the law, rather ask the tears, smell the gentleman, the four truths are innocent and the sword is high, the gods are ghostly, and the three Yuanying real people barely compete. Now when I hear that "Master Ben's sword path is all over the world, and the young master of my family is all broken", it must be bragging, anyway, the cowhide is not afraid to blow it. Unexpectedly, the evil protector put out the gamble of "cutting his head and padding his buttocks", and he was so shocked that he couldn't make a sound. Xing Ye's words were menacing, and there was no pause in the middle, and when Zuo Qingshan and the others reacted, they were already loud.

Rather ask the tears, smell the gentleman and be uneasy, don't ask for mercy, rather listen to the snow, don't be far away from the mountains, the breeze, the bright moon and the like, trembling with fright. Xing Ye is reckless and heroic, he doesn't know what he said just now, he didn't frighten the "enemy" side, and he was afraid of the "own" side first.

"No. The "poor monk" asked, "What is your surname?"

The Dharma Protector resolutely shouted, "Don't!"

Feng Qingye smiled and said, "Boy, may I ask the master's surname?"

"Haha, don't ridicule the poor monk. The "poor monk" said: "The poor monk has a surname, but he can't say it." Could it be that if I say that my surname is 'poor', my son will say that my surname is 'less'?"

"Master punchline. Feng Qingye said.

"The poor monk suppressed the cultivation and competed with the son. But you don't know where to fight with a sword?"

Wen Ren gentleman said: "Master doesn't have to, please enter the Wuli Temple and fight with the young master." Besides, when the master comes here, as a distinguished guest, how can he be rude without a liguan? The sky is in the morning, and tomorrow morning we will greet the master at the mouth of the valley with our hearts. ”

"No. ”

"The master and the young master, with a sword, roared, ran Yi should be the dust, not vulgar eyes, not onlookers. Wen Ren gentleman said: "Those who are dedicated to the sword, of course, Wuliguan will not refuse such a gentleman." ”

"Well said, happy my heart!" "Poor monk" said: "The poor monk from the Buddha realm, hearing the nobility of the view of Wuli, admiring the meeting, asking for a wisp of sword, I am lucky." ”

"The master has no view of the journey, we are lucky. "Smell the gentleman and the way.

At dawn, the gentleman who heard the people outside the Wuli view, waved his sleeves, and hundreds of strange flowers and plants outside the view flew away in turn, and placed all the way along the mouth of the valley of the heart of the heart, and went to the Wuli view. These flowers and plants, blown by the wind between the green mountains on the left and right, picking bright incense, the morning mist curling like a cicada veil, colorful and faint, dotted with light emerald red, making the winter in this out-of-the-world place, strange and beautiful, settled in a bit of spring.

The "poor monk" who was suspended in the air outside the mountain to meditate, saw and heard the move of the gentleman, and the courtesy was still exchanged, and he chanted a Zen. The Zen chant, such as the cry of a hundred birds in the spring mountain, after entering the valley, it is wandering, elegant and wonderful.

The audience of Wuli walked through the chanting of Zen that was soaked in water and walked to the valley mouth of the road of inquiry. Smell the gentleman, the night remnant stars out of the valley.

The gentleman said: "Wu Li Guan invites the master to enter the sword fight." ”

The "poor monk" replied: "The poor monk asks Wuli Guan to teach Buddhism swordsmanship." ”

The Sword Fighting Alliance is considered complete. Welcome into the "poor monk", a cadre walks slowly, hears the gentleman to explain the way of conscience and the view of no li, the "poor monk" hunts for curiosity, and must take a walk. jumped on the road of inquiry, and listened to him say: "Ah, the little lady is delicate, ...... Jiao"

The "poor monk" stepped out of the road of inquiry. The expression under the mask is invisible to everyone, and the contemplative state is intriguing. After a while, the "poor monk" re-entered the path of inquiry, and said again: "Ah, the second lady is beautiful...... "He met a ghost, and quickly moved sideways and left the Xiuyu path.

Mo Wenqing whispered to the wind and the light night, and Ning Tingxue smiled and said: "The master will embark on the road of conscience again, and the third sentence will definitely be 'Ah, the eldest lady is evil, evil'." ”

The "poor monk" didn't hear it, thought for a long time, mustered up the courage, and stepped on it: "Ah, the big lady is afraid, I'm afraid." He Mo speculated that there was a difference between one word, and there was no difference between the meaning of "evil" and "fear".

Then, the "poor monk" had a series of "gluttony, gluttony, gluttony, gluttony, gluttony, gluttony......", walked for hundreds of feet, floated away, and never set foot again.