Does he have a clear mind?

Gongsun Huaizhi and Shi Dalin looked at these five big and three thick monks, and they were a little unable to connect such a mysterious method with this reckless man who would frequently pick up a mixed iron rod and pull it out fiercely, smashing the heads of others.

The monk said: "Although I practice horizontal physical training, I still know a little bit about the method of understanding his mind. I also ask you to be the protector of the poor monk, the master of martial arts, and the soul is condensed into the form of the law. In a short time,

It will spread out.”

"I'm a poor monk, let's fight with his spirit."

He inserted the iron-water-fire stick that smashed Ji Zongcheng's head into the ground, clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist chant, and then sat down cross-legged, with a fearless and compassionate look on his face, and the mobilization of his soul was vaguely similar to mobilizing the Dharma.

The power is revealed.

Old Siming stroked his beard and said: "In Buddhism, one's own mind is used as water, reflecting the other person's state of mind and will, leaving traces, so as to identify what one wants to know. However, such a method is not that simple.

"

He was a little suspicious, staring at the monk whose lumps on his arms were about to reach the size of his head, and said to himself: "It's strange that such a method can only be achieved by the so-called eminent monks and virtuous people in Buddhism who practice hard.

Harvest, a monk like you, at such a young age, can actually do it?"

Stick Monk Thirteen said cheerfully: "Don't underestimate our understanding and Buddha's heart!"

Old Siming smiled and said, "You've taught me a lesson."

"However, it is more or less a solution. The Demon Sect's formation involves that girl Yao Guang. Even though the fisherman has the formation skills, when it comes to this time, he is still looking forward and backward. He is no different from ordinary parents. He is completely under the influence.

I can’t help it.”

"Let's see what skills this little monk has."

"Boy, let your people get out."

Li Guanyi knew that it was about the formation and Yaoguang, so he asked Gongsun Huaizhi and others to step back temporarily. The whale fishermen came after hearing the news. With a sweep of their sleeves, they set up a large formation to protect this place.

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The monk chanted the Prajna Heart Sutra for a while.

The clear state of mind touched Ji Zongcheng's heart.

Ji Zongcheng's soul was immortal for a while, and others were determined, so he had no choice but to disappear silently between heaven and earth. However, Gun Monk Thirteen actually took the initiative to open up his spiritual state of mind.

Ji Zongcheng didn't care about anything else. His soul condensed into a dharma form flew into the mind of the monk. This method was the secret key passed down from generation to generation by the living Buddhas of the Western Regions and the foundation of his own immortal will.

Ji Zongcheng discovered that Shisan's state of mind was as clear as a lake.

The four directions are huge and vast. They are not like those Vajras and Bodhisattvas in Buddhism, nor are they the divine beasts and Dharma that warriors in the martial arts have achieved by condensing their own will. It is just a lake and autumn water, and a voice echoes between heaven and earth:

"Amitabha, you are here."

Ji Zongcheng saw the energy between heaven and earth condensed into a huge monk, with a strong body and a smooth head, hanging in the air, emitting immeasurable light.

It was the stick monk Thirteen.

He was holding a big teapot in his hand, and the teapot was steaming.

Ji Zongcheng discovered that the Pinghu he was in was simply a huge teacup. Before he could react, Stickman Thirteen's soul saw the boiling hot tea in the teapot falling towards Ji Zongcheng.

Within the soul, the remaining ray of Ji Zongcheng's will was burned to the point of suffering.

The surrounding void trembled, and Stick Monk Thirteen solemnly asked:

"Have you let it go?!"

Ji Zongcheng: "???"

His remaining will cursed: "Put down your uncle!!!"

Stick Monk Thirteen said slowly: "It seems that I have never let go."

"Keep adding!"

Then the fire and thunder suddenly fell from the teapot. Ji Zongcheng rolled in the teacup in agony. The monk kept asking questions from all around - "Why don't you put it down?" "Why don't you put it down?"

Outside, Li Guanyi looked at the monk sitting cross-legged with compassion on his face.

Li Guan asked: "Buddhism has a clear mind. Is it really so mysterious?"

The whale fisherman said: "If it is true that he has a mind, it would be mysterious, but when I look at this kid's approach, why is there something wrong?"

Lao Siming squatted in front of the monk and patted the black turtle. The black turtle's appearance just turned around and turned into a small turtle. It went into the monk's thirteen-eyebrow spiritual platform to have a look. The old black turtle only went in for a moment.

Look, he grinned.

Thunder strikes and fire burns, sword stabs and stick strikes.

However, Ji Zongcheng's remaining thoughts were beaten to pieces by the stick monk.

But he still struggled.

Suddenly bursting out with all its power, intending to fly out of Thirteen's mind, Xiangliu transformed King Ming into an unknown distance in one breath. Ji Zongcheng's idea, which he had condensed with the wonderful method of the Buddhist Kingdom in the Western Regions, almost dissipated.

But I finally saw the edge of this stick monk's mind, which was like several giant pillars supporting the sky.

Ji Zongcheng was overjoyed that he could finally break out, but saw the giant pillars holding up the sky shaking, and then he was picked up.

These giant pillars are actually the fingers of Thirteenth Soul of the Stick Monk.

Ji Zongcheng finally went crazy. He tried his best to release many mysterious martial arts and displayed all the martial arts he had mastered. He shouted what he wanted. The stick monk asked him what he wanted to know, but Ji Zongcheng told him everything.

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He is actually dead and is just a thought at this moment.

He couldn't survive such a situation and just looked forward to dying soon.

In this case, what question was asked by the monk, Ji Zongcheng subconsciously recalled a thought, which was reflected in the lake of the mind of the monk thirteen, and was seen clearly by the monk.

In the end, Ji Zongcheng said everything, and all his attachments to thoughts were gone.

He just felt extremely tired and suddenly staggered and sat down.

The thunder from the sky, the fire from the earth, and many different phenomena all around were scattered, except for the wind blowing in the lotus pond. He was sitting there with a pale face. In front of him was a tall but solemn monk, the only disciple of the Middle-earth Buddhism who was valued and sent out by the Living Buddha of the Middle-earth.

Carrying a teapot.

Ji Zongcheng held a tea cup in his hand, and Stick Monk Thirteen stood with one hand in front of him, pouring tea for him. Ji Zongcheng was stunned, and the Stick Monk looked calmly and asked:

"There is no attachment, no change, and all appearances are false."

"Donor, you are dead, but you still refuse to let go?"

Ji Zongcheng murmured: "Let go..."

He watched the tea overflowing, and the scalding hot tea touched his fingers, and he felt hot pain. Finally, he felt a sense of enlightenment, and tears streamed down his face: "So it turns out that this whole life is just a void."

Dream……"

"It's better to let it go."

Old Xuangui and Old Siming were shocked when they caught a glimpse of this scene.

But I never thought that this rugged monk would have such attainments in Buddhism.

I thought before that I was beating the opponent's last soul to madness, and then tortured the opponent for the information I wanted. I didn't expect that there would be such a change afterward.

Ji Zongcheng showed signs of being unwilling to be saved.

There was a little sense of relief on his face. Just when Lao Siming was sighing that this was a real monk, Ji Zongcheng put down the cup in his hand. He felt relieved when he suddenly heard a whistle.

Just when Ji Zongcheng was about to give up his thoughts, Thirteen Sticks used a long stick to directly explode Ji Zongcheng's soul, completely disappearing into smoke. Even at the master level, the method of Western Buddhism could not survive.

"Relief? Let go..."

"It's a pity that a demon like you doesn't deserve to be freed."

"Only if you die a moment before liberation can you realize the pain of that moment, and then you can atone for your sins."

The stick monk raised one hand to his chest.

The Living Buddha taught me for a long time, but he never let go.

It's not that he can't, it's just that he doesn't let go.

With his eyes lowered, the stick monk in the soul showed a simple and honest smile, and said to Lao Xuangui and Lao Siming over there: "Two seniors, do you also want to carry the poor monk's tea cup?

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"In the teacup is the universe; in the dripping water, you can see the three thousand worlds and the human heart."

"Both of you, it seems like you haven't given up yet."

Old Siming grinned: "There is a successor to the old monk from the Academy."

The stick monk replied: "If I don't follow his path, how can I succeed?"

"Just like this junior cannot become the successor of this senior Black Turtle and be the human shield of senior Si Ming."

"All living things and spirits are unique."

"Who is who's successor?"

"If you say that I am the successor of all Buddhas, then all Buddhas are not worthy."
To be continued...