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"If you don't see a law, you don't see it, it's like a floating cloud covering the sun, and if you don't know a law, it's like lightning that is too void. ”

Diao Xiaosi slowly closed his eyes, feeling the breeze blowing through his clothes, the sun shining on his skin, and the sound of slow breathing around him...... The agitated mind gradually fell silent, the surging blood also returned to calm, and the world outside his body slowly moved away, but it seemed to be blended with him.

His spiritual platform became empty, and the six roots of his eyes, nose, ears, tongue, body, and mind were closed one by one, and he entered a realm of colorlessness, soundlessness, fragrancelessness, tastelessness, touchlessness, and impossibility.

The mind does not have no vision, the mind does not keep the empty knowledge, and the mind knows what is wrong, and the spiritual light always appears.

His body stood still, but it was like flowing water, and he didn't have anything to do with it.

Master Pain's eyes flashed, his face was solemn, and he shouted in his mouth and moved the scattered flower Zen staff to designate Diao Xiaosi.

"Hmm-" Clusters of pale golden Buddha light rolled like clouds, one after another, surging towards Diao Xiaosi layer upon layer.

Who knows, as soon as he approached Diao Xiaosi's body, the turbulent golden waves were like mud cows entering the sea, turning into ripples and spreading, and dissolving into the invisible in a blink of an eye.

The monks of the Precept Academy, who were fighting outside the scene, were shocked and said, "What kind of exercises is this little monk performing? I'm afraid that even the abbot of Yuding may not have such a realm!"

With the death of the four great monks of the Temple of Mercy and Grace, the Empty Ding, the Dong Ding, and the Golden Ding, Master Yuding seems to be the first master in the temple. But under the overwhelming "Dharma and Italian Buddha tide" of Master Pain, even he must go all out to resolve it, how can he be as calm and relaxed as Diao Xiaosi?

Master Pain Ding's feeling in the bureau is more obvious than that of the monks of the Discipline Academy, but he has no reason to admit defeat when he rides a tiger, otherwise his fame will inevitably be wasted, and it will become the biggest joke of the two righteous and demonic realms.

Fortunately, Diao Xiaosi was not ashamed of his words, and released cruel words to make him get rid of his Zen staff within one move. Looking at today, I am afraid that only a few people such as Ning Wuqi can do this.

Thinking of this painful master's heart, he stepped forward and said, "Little master, please advise!"

"Keng!" The essence of the scattered flower Zen cane skyrocketed, like a long rainbow shocking straight line to Diao Xiaosi's heart.

This trick seems to be slow, and what is performed is still the "Sanqi Divine Skill", just waiting for Diao Xiaosi to make a slight move, the scattered flower Zen staff will immediately send out a backhand change move, avoiding the real attack and smashing the Yellow Dragon.

Unexpectedly, Diao Xiaosi was like an old monk who was calm and immovable, unguarded in front of him, and let the scattered flower Zen staff march forward.

Master Pain Ding let out a low voice, and the Scattered Flower Zen Staff slowed down suddenly, and then it seemed to be dragging Wan Jun's heavy burden inch by inch and slowly approaching Diao Xiaosi at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, Diao Xiaosi still didn't react, he drooped his eyelids and didn't dodge or parry, he was simply sitting and waiting for death.

Master Pain's brows were furrowed, and the speed of the staff became slower and slower, appearing extremely stagnant and heavy, and the sharp and unpredictable atmosphere of the "Sanqi Divine Skill" was no longer visible.

Many monks and nuns outside the arena were shocked to see this scene, but only a few elder-level figures could vaguely guess a little bit of mystery, knowing that the most powerful thing about the "Three Seven Divine Skills" was that the moves were ever-changing, making people lose sight of one or the other, but they also needed a certain amount of space to perform.

Diao Xiaosi must have seen through the hidden mystery, so he simply used static braking to take the lead, and only patiently waited for the moment when the scattered flower Zen staff changed and exhausted the old moves.

"Smack!" a soybean-sized bead of sweat dripped from Master Pain's forehead, and his scattered flower Zen staff became heavier than ever, slowly moving forward but unable to find the angle and line of attack.

His eyes could clearly see Diao Xiaosi standing in front of him, but what he sensed in his Zen heart was a sea of illusion.

This young man's body has been integrated with the Golden Dome Buddha Realm, as if it were natural and impeccable.

Five-foot, four-foot, three-foot...... The scattered flower Zen stick is getting closer and closer to Diao Xiaosi's heart, and the space for the change of the "Sanqi Divine Skill" is also constantly compressing.

Master Pain heard his own breathing in his ears, beating like a drumbeat in his heart.

He couldn't help but give birth to a hint of disorder, and suddenly puffed up and shouted: "Make a move!"

"Karala, Karala!" If there were thousands of thunderbolts overhead, they rumbled and echoed between the spiritual mountains.

"Wow!" Dozens of monks and nuns of the Ci'en Temple, who were slightly inferior in cultivation, suddenly vomited blood and collapsed with their faces like white paper.

Looking at Diao Xiaosi again, his eyelids were still drooping, his five fingers were turning the Youquan short knife back and forth, and he was silent with a nonchalant sneer on the corner of his lips.

Master Pain Ding's gaze froze, and then he noticed that the Youquan short knife in Diao Xiaosi's hand was like a cluster of dancing silver flames, dancing freely and casually at his fingertips.

There was a sharp pain in his mind for no reason, as if he had taught Diao Xiaosi to pierce the blade in his hand!

"Hum!" the scattered flower Zen staff suddenly froze, like an angry python trembling in the air, unable to advance or retreat.

"Make a move!" Cold sweat was dripping on Master Pain's forehead, and the tide of Dharma and Italy Buddha surged towards Diao Xiaosi in waves, and disappeared invisibly around the other party in waves.

His gaze was fixed on Diao Xiao's four fingertips beating Youquan short knife, the sword flickered into an unpredictable and wonderful light trace, and thousands of changes and endless sword intent approached, making his original fighting spirit and confidence stronger than the rock pierced into a thousand holes, and it was difficult to hold himself.

If this continues, the two sides don't need to make any moves, and he has already lost his Zen heart without a fight.

"Make a move!" There was another deafening roar, and the tide of Franco-Italian Buddhism was like a raging wave bursting its embankment, instantly submerging Diao Xiaosi's figure.

Master Pain Ding's left foot took half a step forward, and he smashed Diao Xiaosi's heart with a desperate throw of the scattered flower Zen stick!

All the changes in the aftermath of his move ceased to exist in the moment he made a move, and only a golden grand light penetrated the heavens and the earth, filling everyone's field of vision.

But at the same time as this rod was struck, Master Pain Ding already knew in his heart that he had lost.

His "Sanqi Divine Skill" was exhausted, and it was completely broken by the little monk opposite!

Suddenly, Diao Xiaosi opened his eyes and smiled at Master Pain.

His left hand let go of the old nun, and his body did not retreat but advanced towards the scattered flower Zen staff, and the cold light of the Youquan short knife stabbed Master Ding's throat with cold light.

"Woo!" a green dragon came out of the air between the five fingers of Diao Xiaosi's left hand, and it was able to wrap around the round cane and face the side. The body of the scattered flower Zen staff involuntarily leaned to the right of the Lu, and swept close to Diao Xiaosi's waist.

Diao Xiaosi's body did not stop, and the body of the cane in his left hand was like mercury pouring upstream, and he crashed into the arms of Master Pain Ding!

Master Pain Ding changed color in shock, and he couldn't see the changes contained in the Youquan Short Knife at all—just because it didn't change, it was as fast as a meteor!

Seeing that the cold blade was imminent, he had no time to think about it and pushed the Scattered Flower Zen Staff outward, took off his hands and flew out diagonally, and the monk's robe on his chest had been torn by the sword qi with a soft "click".

Diao Xiaosi's left hand flipped gently like a dancing wind wheel, and he rotated the scattered flower Zen staff and snatched it effortlessly.

"Ding!" The scattered flower Zen staff was inserted diagonally into the ground, and Diao Xiaosi's figure floated back in response, stretching out his arms to hold the old nun in the silk clothes.

"Bang!" Master Pain Ding landed heavily, his face like dead ashes and looking at the scattered flower Zen staff that trembled endlessly.

Defeated himself, and so badly!

A face-to-face Zen stick took off his hand, this little monk actually did it!

There was silence all around, and no one knew how this would end. Although Master Pain Ding was unharmed, his Zen heart had been broken by Diao Xiaosi, and it may be difficult to recover within ten years, and continuing to fight is just self-inflicted humiliation.

"That's it—" Master Pain Ding slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and his heart was full of thoughts.

I want to enter the temple at the age of seven to practice, and for more than 60 years, regardless of cold and summer, I have never been lazy or lazy for a day, and I only hope that one day I will become a Buddha in the flesh. Who knows that in the end, the mirror is empty, and he can't even beat a little monk in the temple, what's the use of penance in this life?!

The more he thought about it, the more ashamed and desperate he felt, and suddenly raised his right palm and slapped it down on his head!

The monks of Ci'en Temple did not expect that Master Pain Ding wanted to commit suicide, and for a while there were exclamations everywhere, but they were powerless to stop it.

"Snort-" At the last moment, a vermilion round Buddha bead shot out from the oblique thorn, and it hit the pulse of Master Pain Ding.

The numbness of Master Pain's right wrist suddenly disappeared, and although the palm of his hand hit the door of his head with a crisp "snap", it had become soft and weak.

He almost died and looked in the direction where the Buddha beads came from, and said in shock and shame: "Senior Brother Zhengding?"

I saw that the crowd in the southwest corner was separated, and an old monk in red with a twisted Buddha bead shaped like rotten wood staggered into the entrance, which was the first elder of the Luohan Hall of the Ci'en Temple in the "One Temple and Nine Dings".

He glanced at Master Pain Ding weakly, shook his head and said, "The four major monks are empty, how can they be swayed by temporary gains and losses. The junior and younger brothers have studied the Dharma for more than a year, so how can they not solve the word "victory or defeat?"

Master Pain Ding bowed down with a guilty face and said, "There is Senior Brother Lao!"

Before the words fell, I suddenly heard a guy who deceived the world and destroyed his ancestors said loudly: "The four big bullshit are empty, I think it's almost insensitive!"

As soon as the words came out, a thunderclap sounded on the ground, and the eyes of the monks with mixed anger shot towards the person who spoke, not the little monk who no one could recognize, but who was it?

Master Zhengding said lightly: "The little master will give him sharp words and eloquence, and the poor monk is ashamed of himself, so he might as well bow down." But if you instigate the monks and nuns in the lower courtyard to make trouble, and you have injured the elders of the precept courtyard, you must finally give an explanation to our temple!"

Diao Xiaosi covered his mouth and yawned loudly: "Isn't it just a wheel war, while I'm not sleepy, you hurry up! Lao Tzu is just going to sleep after cleaning up!"

Master Zhengding shook his head slowly and said: "The little master's cultivation is shocking, and it is definitely not something that a poor monk can match. ”

Diao Xiaosi was very proud when he heard this, and said excitedly: "The old monk has a good eye! Although you look a little loser, you are not to blame, it is your parents who did not discuss it earlier. ”

——Dare to criticize the appearance of the first elder of the Luohan Hall in person, among the monks and nuns present, some people may have slandered Master Zhengding in private, but when they heard the words, they were still cold, and they chanted Buddha in their hearts.

Master Zhengding was not angry, and said calmly: "Please forgive the poor monk for being clumsy, and he actually wronged the little master for cleaning in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of this temple." If it weren't for today's mishap, the little benefactor showed his might, which opened our eyes, and the whole temple would not have known. Dare to ask the donor's surname Diao?"