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 Cai Wei Tingkuo let out a sound of thousands of miles, which not only shocked the few worshippers in front of him, but also alarmed the other two great 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 everyone at the bottom of the pit, and said with a smile: "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 world? 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 of the completion of the Buddha garden, he has never resigned from his position as an offering, 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 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 have to pay for their sins with death. 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 have to be their backer, and my backer is the entire Great Qin, Li Min billions of trillions. 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 dare to give it a try?"

Before Jueyuan could speak, the young owner had already slumped to the ground, 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 ran out of the range of the giant palm, and the young field master and the few worshippers had already hid in the tunnel a moment ago, and more than half 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 snorted, "Old bald donkey, you keep persuading people to be kind, but you are wielding a butcher's knife to kill innocents here, you can't fucking be embarrassed." ”

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 avoiding it could not be avoided, at the critical moment, a beam of earth-shattering sword stabbed obliquely, and the golden Buddha palm was broken from the second finger gap, and then scattered into the sky Buddha light.

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 schools are all gradual. It takes a threefold realm to realize the Dao, which is called the Three Realms of the Dao. And the disciples of Buddhism only need to be enlightened once to reach the realm of enlightenment. The first and second Dao are called King Kong, the first Dao is the Little King Kong 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, and the number of life losses is lost. 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. The monks and Buddhas transform sentient beings and discipline themselves with the eight precepts, which is the suffering of self-discipline. Taoists compete for immortality with heaven and earth, and if they are not careful, they will suffer from all kinds of disasters, 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 horsemen sharpening swords, and they are the most bitter in the world.

The old monk Jueyuan clasped his palms together and said: "I have 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 seniors 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 abandoned, the old man can break your vajra body with one sword." ”

Jueyuan said: "On the way of cultivation, there is an advance and a retreat after all, do the seniors still want to stop the poor monks?"

"Let your mother's fart, just because you, a bald donkey, dare to say that the old man advances and retreats?" turned his head to look at 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 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 threw it into the air.

The old man grabbed the mouth of the altar with one hand, and pointed at the sword with the other hand, urging a bright sword from the fingertips. He took a sip, and his sword qi increased by an inch. A jar of wine was drunk, and the sword had skyrocketed to more than a few zhang.

Brother Zhao brought another jar of wine and said with a smile: "Senior takes the wine." ”

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

Brother Zhao bowed and said with a smile: "Under Brother Zhao Guan, I have seen the predecessor of the lame sword immortal. ”