Wei Ting's transmission from tens of thousands of miles away really shocked all the worshippers on the spot, and the young field owners, all of them looked panicked.

Brother Zhao Guandi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes were bright, he looked at the three trembling horsemen in front of him, and suddenly sneered: "A few people who can't even hold a sword are scared with a word, which is really a shame for the world." ”

He took a step forward, and several sword-wielding horsemen took a big step back, and Brother Zhao said coldly: "Seed." ”

Fang Tingkuo's voice was transmitted by thousands of miles, which not only shocked the few people in front of him, but also alarmed the other two masters.

Among them, there is naturally the old man with his lame legs, and the other is the abbot of the small temple who lives in the Buddha garden, the old monk Jueyuan.

A Buddha horn sounded above the stone pit before the fat old monk appeared.

As the Buddha horn fell, a fat figure suddenly appeared on the side of the five ninjas. With his hands folded, he bowed to the people at the bottom of the pit, "Amitabha, the old man's name is Jueyuan." The donors listened to the advice of the poor monks, stop it, don't kill in vain. ”

This fat monk named Jueyuan was originally the first to be enshrined in the arena, and the seats were all in the first place, and he was highly respected.

For a person as profound as him, if he wants to be the protector of a small force, it is already a fantasy. In addition, as a member of the Buddhist sect, how could he be willing to devote himself to the secular work? But somehow, this old monk who has achieved a little in Buddhism has been the first in this small end arena for five years, and until the day the Buddha garden was built, he never resigned from his position as an enshriner, but only lived in the temple to practice Buddhism.

The young owner was overjoyed when he heard this, as if he had found a life-saving straw, and shouted: "Master save me." ”

Brother Zhao Guan's eyes were cold, and he shouted: "Old bald donkey, I advise you not to go through this troubled water, you can't catch the great cause and effect." Practicing the Dharma is not easy, but you have to be careful. ”

Jueyuan clasped his palms together and smiled: "Amitabha." I advise all living beings not to eat meat, but to take pity on the fire and cook oil. I advise all sentient beings to abandon the army, but it is difficult to learn from the sword mountain. Donor, good and evil are all in one thought, don't be obsessed. ”

Brother Zhao sneered: "I can not blame the past, but the group of minions under my command believe in a saying, which is called 'the lord humiliates the minister to death'." If I don't breathe this out, they will die and apologize. You'd better say these things to those useless minions. ”

"Since ancient times, emperors have been lucky, and when I see it today, it is not true. However, Lao Gao still hopes that His Highness can be tolerant of people, and he will govern a country and a state in the future, how can he be short of energy?"

Brother Zhao sneered: "Old bald donkey, you want to provoke me?...... Since you insist on standing up for them, then let's compete. You want to be their backer, and my backer is the entire Great Qin, with millions of cities and hundreds of millions of people. This palace is the prince of Great Qin, and with just one order, you can teach the entire Yuzhou to be shaky for three hundred years, do you have the courage to give it a try?"

Before Jueyuan could speak, the young owner had already fallen to the ground with a 'poof', his clothes were all gone, and he was sweating like pulp.

Jueyuan glanced at the young master, changed his previous compassionate color, and sneered: "Donor, don't talk too much." Your big mink temple that protects the heart has not yet arrived, the poor monk has killed you with a palm at the moment, and then brought a few people to cast spells and escaped, it is not difficult to think of the poor monk's ability, the big deal is that the fish is dead and the net is broken, and he will never set foot in Yuzhou again in this life. ”

The old monk said, gently handed out a palm downward, the pit valley immediately surged like a cloud of Buddha light, a golden hand poked out from the Buddha cloud, the palm lines on it can be seen vertically and horizontally, with a fierce wind, slapped to the bottom of the pit two.

Guan Ren hurriedly pulled Brother Zhao and shouted, "Run." ”

The two of them hurriedly escaped from the range of the giant palm's fall, and the young field master and the few worshippers had already hid in the tunnel a moment ago, and most of the remaining crossbow-wielding servants who had not had time to escape were crushed under this palm.

The valley shook, and the bluestone embedded in the four walls shook down, and the giant hand pressed the ground into a palm-shaped deep pit, and the blood pooled at the bottom of the pit, and some broken shirts and broken bones floated on the blood foam.

Brother Zhao Guan snorted, "Old bald donkey, you keep persuading people to be kind, but you wield a butcher's knife to kill innocents here, you can't fucking be good." ”

The old monk Jueyuan sang 'Amitabha', and his right hand reached out at the same time, condensing into a big hand in mid-air, and scooped it towards the two of them.

A shadow suddenly cast on the ground, enveloping the two of them, and the big hand grabbed them.

Seeing that it was impossible to avoid it, at the critical moment, a beam of earth-shattering sword stabs swept through, and the golden Buddha palm was broken from the second finger, and then dissipated.

The sword did not collapse after cutting open the Buddha's palm, and the bluestone where it passed was smooth and broken, raising a straight cloud of smoke and dust.

The lame old man sat cross-legged in the void, pointed at Monk Jueyuan and scolded: "What a shameless bald donkey, it's really hard for you to cultivate Buddhism to the Donkey Kong realm, and actually bully two juniors here." ”

I don't know how many methods of cultivation in the world, but the realms are much the same. Except for the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, which are enlightened by epiphany, the rest of the Dharma are all gradual, and they must go through the threefold realm to realize the Tao, which is called the three realms under the Dao. And the disciples of Buddhism only need to be enlightened once to reach the realm of enlightenment.

Above the Dao of Jue, there is a Dao and two Vajra, the first Dao is the Small Vajra Realm, and the second Dao is the Donkey Kong Realm. The third and fourth paths are called arhats. The five realms of the Tao are called the Bodhisattva, which is the Bodhisattva who ascends to the earth. The realm of Dao Six is ethereal, and it is rumored that only the ancestor of one sect can get a glimpse of the doorway.

There are three hardships in the world, and the common people say 'hold the boat and grind the tofu with iron'. These three major sufferings are all physical suffering, which damages energy and lifespan. But the more bitter place is the suffering of cultivation, Confucian students study hard in the cold window, study the principles of heaven and earth, travel thousands of miles, break thousands of books, is the suffering of loneliness. Monks transform sentient beings and discipline themselves with the eight precepts, which is the suffering of self-discipline. Taoists compete with heaven and earth, and if they are not careful, they will suffer ten thousand calamities, which is the suffering of mental strength. And those who do not know the essentials in their whole life, and who have never had an epiphany until they die, do not know how many people are mortal.

These three hardships are far from being comparable to martial arts practicing boxing and sharpening swords, and they are the most bitter in the world.

The old monk Jueyuan clasped his palms together and said: "I heard that there is a kendo master here, and I have not had the opportunity to visit, so it seems that I have to ask my predecessors for advice today." ”

The lame old man snorted coldly: "If it weren't for the fact that the sword heart has been dusty in recent years and the Tao has been wasted, the old man can break your diamond body with one sword." ”

Jueyuan said: "On the way to practice, there will be advances and retreats in the end, can the seniors still stop the poor monks?"

"Let your mother's fart, just because you, a bald donkey, dare to talk about the old man's advance and retreat?"

Then he turned to Guan Ren and said loudly: "Boy, do you have any wine?"

Guan Ren originally wanted to say no, after all, he was fighting with people, and he was afraid that he would make a mistake because of alcohol. But he didn't want to lose his face before the great enemy, so he brought over the wine jar where he was drinking with Zhao Guandi at the previous moment, and shouted: "There is wine." Then he tossed the jar into the air.

The old man grabbed the mouth of the altar with one hand, and pointed at the sword with the other hand, and the bright sword light of the zhang Yu Chang was urged out from the fingertips. He took a sip of wine, and his sword qi increased sharply by a few inches.

A jar of wine is exhausted, and the sword has reached more than a few zhang.

Brother Zhao hurriedly brought another jar of wine and shouted: "The senior took the wine and slaughtered the thief of the dog with a sword. ”

The wine jar was thrown into the air, and the old man grabbed it in his hand, squinting his eyes and said: "Boy, I heard that you are the prince of the Qin Dynasty?

"What does that senior look like?"

"Fucking scoundrels. ”

Brother Zhao laughed loudly, bowed and said, "Brother Zhao Guan, I have seen the predecessor of the lame sword immortal. ”

"Oh, do you know the old man?"

Brother Zhao said: "I am fortunate to have heard of the name of my predecessors, and I am disrespectful. ”

The old man smiled: "You said that you are the prince of the Qin Dynasty, how can you prove it?"

Brother Zhao straightened his waist, and a fierce aura arose, and he looked at the old man directly, "Looking at the world, who dares to teach the Son of Heaven to act? ”

The old man laughed loudly, "Okay, well, it's a bit of an emperor." ”