The reason why the silence and tranquility can resist is because of this "Twelve-level Golden Bell Cover".

This martial art was produced by Bodhidharma and ranked among the top twelve of the thirty-six masterpieces he personally taught.

It was this great Buddhist master who was inspired by reading the Taoist hiding. It seemed to be pure Buddhist martial arts, but it also contained the meaning of the twelve Taoist treasury.

Buildings are more important than foundation, and the same is true for this martial arts.

The reason why Master Yun of Dachan Temple dared to fight with King Zhang Xuanba of Zhao of the Western Palace was that in addition to his Buddha's elephant-successful elephant, there was also the reason why the twelve-level golden bell cover of the building was that.

If the force is generated from the ground, the body will be like a mountain that cannot be pulled out.

The so-called undefeated position is precisely because of this.

"Yang, King Yang's magical skills are beyond the reach of Zhang Xuanba back then. Unfortunately, I am much inferior to my senior brother..."

The mud was stained with blood, and Xu Jing forced himself to sit cross-legged with the help of several junior brothers.

Looking at Yang Yu in the strong wind, he looked dazed and had a bitter smile:

"All mistakes are just for me. I just hope that King Yang's anger will disappear and not take his anger on others..."

"Senior brother, don't ask him!"

Xu Yi almost passed away, and at this time he calmed down. He heard his senior brother's words, his heart was as if he was shattered, cursing and crying:

"Master, if you have a spirit in heaven, open your eyes and see what kind of person you have passed the magical power to, he, he..."

"Shut up, shut up!"

Xu Jing exclaimed, scolded angrily, his face turned pale as paper: "King Yang, you..."

"Yang is not a bloodthirsty person, so you must not worry that I will kill all the monks here..."

Yang Yu glanced at Xu Yi lightly, and there was nowhere to hide under the secluded.

This old monk with a fierce temper has no blood and evil spirit, and is not among the "cleaning portal" mentioned by Bodhidharma.

No, isn't it?

After looking at Xu Jing, who was seriously injured and dying, and the other two who were unknown to life and death, everyone was speechless.

For more than ten years, there was almost no one who was most famous in the temples in the world.

Along the way, there have been many bloody storms and deaths caused by his hands, and there are countless thousands or tens of thousands, or even countless.

He was clearly a tyrannical person who beheaded Ling Chi at every turn, but he said that he was not a bloodthirsty person...

"you……"

Xu Yiyi was angry, but he didn't dare to disobey his senior brother. His chest was fluctuating several times, and he actually vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Senior Brother!"

"Junior brother!"

Seeing this scene, Xu Jing felt ache in his heart, and all the masters of Dachan Temple looked extremely ugly.

"Evil Demon!"

Some monk couldn't stand such depression and roared to rush forward, but was hugged by a group of brothers.

"Master, Master... open your eyes and take a look, disciple..."

The monk cried loudly.

Sadness seems to be contagious. Soon, many monks in the mountains and forests are already sad, crying loudly, and beating their chests and stamping their feet.

Although the three sects of Dachan, Wuliang and Lan Ke are from the same origin, they have long had no friendship with each other over the years.

At this moment, under the tremendous pressure, he even shared a common hatred.

"Now, I remember your ancestors coming..."

Yu Yang was a little silenced.

Accompanied by this crying and blood, he really seemed to have become the legendary devil who slaughtered the righteous way.

He shook his head slightly, and his heart was cold. Naturally, his will would not be hindered by these crying sounds, but he had not yet erupted.

Not far away, there was a sound:

"The ancestor once said that he is not your ancestor."

The crying stopped abruptly.

Many monks still had their noses, but they couldn't cry anymore.

"you!"

"The purpose of my Zen Buddhism is to keep precepts, understand the mind, and see the nature. It is intended to abandon the six desires and seven emotions, and to see the true nature of the self..."

Facing the shock and anger of many monks, Abstinence looked calm. He clasped his hands together and looked at the Buddhist masters and said:

"You all ask yourself, have you really followed the rules and regulations over the years, and have you really abandoned the six desires and seven emotions?"

In calm, he felt a little sad.

In the past month, he has followed the ancestors through many roads and learned a lot, but the longer he has followed, the more sad he feels.

The ancestor never begs for alms throughout his life. He was a ascetic monk who truly strictly abides by the Bajie. There were many emperors, generals and ministers who wanted to follow him.

But even though it was the place where Dachan Temple was enlightened and the place where the mountain gates of later generations were opened up by him and his Zen ancestors.

The first thousand hectares of Buddha land were not donated by believers or rewarded by emperors, but by him, who brought many disciples who were later known as ancestors.

However, two thousand years later.

Not to mention the top Buddhist sects such as Dachan Temple, Wuliang Sect, and Lanke Temple, even if it is a small temple, I don’t know how the incense is soaring...

Even the Fulong Temple, which is based on keeping precepts and only has eighteen people per generation, is...

"Why don't you think about why the ancestors would rather pass on the unique Zen skills to Mr. Yang than pass them on to us monks who claim to be "students and disciples"..."

A long sigh, but no rebuttal came.

Jiese knew in his heart that it was not that they were speechless, but because Yang Yu was beside him. Otherwise, he might have regarded them as Buddha demons and were stripped of life and death.

"It's meaningless for you to say this."

Yang Yu didn't care much about these monks, and he was mostly concerned about the fantasy of immortals and magic. At this time, he came back to his senses and poured a basin of cold water over.

In Zen Buddhism for more than two thousand years, there have been no shortage of scum wearing monks' robes, but there are also many eminent monks and great masters.

The reason why abstinence can be accepted by Bodhidharma is not only because of his reasons, but also because the young monk himself has a bit of the appearance of Bodhidharma.

In fact, he can only dabble in the fundamental magical power of this Dachan Temple, and the real inheritor is this little monk.

However, he was still too kind and ruthless.

The true Bodhidharma is not just compassion...

"Master Yang, the ancestor believes that you are even more powerful than the young monk, and even asks you to clean up the portal on your behalf..."

“Clean the portal?!”

As soon as these words were said, the monks were shocked. No matter how they thought about it, they had never thought that there was such a possibility...

"The Grand Master treats me quite well, and I will never refuse some trivial matters."

Yang Yu raised his hand slightly and wanted to throw the little monk who was blocking him, but he didn't expect that he would hold his sleeve tightly and swing for a while without letting go.

"Donald Yang, although...yes, can..."

The voice of abstinence finally couldn't calm down. He grabbed Yang Yu's sleeve tightly, his face turned pale:

"No, I can't kill them all!"

"Yang, not a bloodthirsty person..."
Chapter completed!