Who thinks youhan is sitting there?

The door of Wei Tuo Hall was suddenly closed, and the faint chanting was lingering inside. Along with the dust falling from the pillars of the Buddhist hall that had not been swept for a long time, it scattered into a clear boundary that blocked the entry of outsiders.

The people in the world were blocked outside the palace at this time. Facing the unpredictable and mysterious scene in front of them, they could vaguely see a few things that were difficult to figure out. No one dared to come closer and push the door.

"Hey, did you hear clearly what was being read?"

"It's none of my business, I'm here to offer incense. It seems to be the sacrificial verse of Master Snow Mountain..."

"Tell me, what do you mean?"

In addition to the people in the world, there are also pilgrims from Jizu Mountain among the people who come to watch. They are often lay Buddhists who practice Buddhism at home and know a lot about Buddhist scriptures. Naturally, some people can recognize the origin of these verses.

At this time, I was grabbed for no reason, so I had no choice but to explain.

Pilgrims explained to people in the world that according to the record in Volume 14 of the Nirvana Sutra, Snow Mountain Master was the predecessor of Sakyamuni Buddha. He practiced bravely and diligently, even sacrificing himself for half a verse, so he was able to transcend twelve kalpas and attain Maitreya.

Buddha attained Buddhahood before.

At that time, it was difficult to become a Buddha because there was no Dharma in the world in the past life. Therefore, Snow Mountain Master tried every possible means to seek Buddhist scriptures, but he could not obtain them. Until Snow Mountain Master heard about a great yaksha ghost and spoke about the past in the sky.

This half-verse of the Buddha's verse makes you willing to sacrifice your life to pray for each other.

"Asking a ghost to become a Buddha? What kind of nonsense is this?"

In the eyes of people in the world, it is a ridiculous and bizarre thing for the Buddha to sacrifice his life to beg ghosts. When he thinks of several old monks who look like zombies sitting in the main hall, he can't help but feel a chill in his heart, and with the early spring atmosphere,

It slipped into their sleeves and trouser legs, and quietly crawled onto their bodies—could it be that these monks in Sidan Temple really cultivated some heretical scriptures?

The martial arts people heard only a few words, but they couldn't help but be infected by the suspicious atmosphere. At this time, it was obviously just a thin wooden door in front of them, but under the blessing of the inexplicable fear, it turned into a broken dragon stone that instantly fell and closed in the prince's tomb.

In this way, inside and outside, dark and light, stillness and movement are completely separated, and even the fragile boundaries between death and life are blurred...

The people outside the hall were hesitant and did not dare to approach, and the four masters who were trapped in the Wei Tuo Hall were even more unclear about what was going on.

But now it's not clear how to advance or retreat. What's worse, the six haggard, zombie-like old monks in front of them are still facing them, muttering Buddhist verses in their mouths, which makes them uneasy and confused.

Got up.

The four masters of Prince Pingxi's Palace were trapped in it, and they felt chills all over their bodies. They were leaning against the old monk who was repeating to the machine. Sometimes he seemed to see them frowning, and sometimes he seemed to see them smiling. But in the end, when he looked carefully, he saw that they were just mottled.

The distortion of wrinkles in the dim light and shadow is more like corpses sitting side by side.

"Amitabha. A distinguished guest is here today. The old monks have the courage to sweep away the dust with [Five Luo Light Smoke Palms] to greet the guests. Please forgive me for any lack of etiquette..."

The cascading sounds sounded, and the six old monks all put their palms together in front of them, with their haggard postures uniform. With the slight movement of their palms, a whirlwind suddenly swept through the empty room of Wei Tuo Hall, rolling up the black smoke.

He came and passed by, grazing the hair, temples, and scalps of several people. His palm gestures did not reveal the elegance that a martial arts school should have, but it had a sense of being like a green raccoon crying for blood, and a ghostly firefly disturbing it.

"How dare you pretend to be a fool here! Watch your moves!"

The rough-looking swordsman's weapon was always at his side day and night. He was also wearing a treasured sword at this time. The moment his fingers touched the cold blade of the sword at his waist, this man suddenly became clear and alert, and he suddenly forgot about it.

With martial arts all over his body, all his strength suddenly emerged, and he immediately let out a loud shout that made the beams and tiles of the house buzz.

The loud sound spread outside the hall, and the group of martial arts people who were infected by the laymen's surprise and mysterious atmosphere finally regained some of their usual lawless expressions and boasted to the pilgrims.

"It's the voice of King He Dao! It looks like the bald donkey is about to lose his head!"

Pingxi Palace has recruited many martial arts people, and this swordsman is especially respected. His swordsmanship is superb. In daily fights with people, the opponent often lies on the ground before the sword is unsheathed. It is difficult for ordinary people to match him.

If you speak out now and take action first, you will definitely be able to sweep away the demons and monsters in the palace.

At this time, in the main hall, the three masters seemed to have woken up with the loud shouts. They saw the furious King He Dao taking out the sword from his waist. The long sword was still in the scabbard. He raised his hand and slashed Huashan Mountain with one blow.

This sword move was as fast as lightning. In an instant, it was close to the Vairocana hat worn by the six monks. It was about to fall on the old monk and smash them into a puddle of flesh.

There seemed to be an endless sound of chirping geese in the scabbard, but even in this moment of life and death, the six zombie-like old monks were still unaware. They lowered their heads and only chanted sutras and counted breaths. Even the rise and fall of their breaths did not change. They seemed to be in danger.

Life and death, right now, I just let the other party do what I want.

Such an appearance of not fearing life and death was not beyond the guesses of the four masters of Prince Pingxi's palace. They thought that coming to Xitan Temple was nothing more than trying to persuade Prince Pingxi to be noble with death remonstrance. For this reason, they even closed the door thoughtfully. At this time, several people also

I couldn't help but feel amused at my own paranoia.

But in the next second, there seemed to be dead branches growing everywhere. The force of He Dao Wang's powerful sword suddenly disappeared and disintegrated. It was like walking on thin ice, and finally stopped abruptly three inches outside the old monk's body, with only his eyes left.

The ferocious look with round eyes——

It's not a dead branch, it's a pair of withered and weak arms.

In other words, it is six pairs of withered and weak arms, at the same angle, with the same strength, and in the same posture. The right hand stretches out a finger, and the left hand pushes out a palm. The appearance is so neat that it is almost ridiculous.

The old monks had expressionless faces, but the wind in their palms was surging unignorably, and their fingers formed an angle just right. While clamping the blade, they also completely blocked the mountain-collapsing force!

The three masters took a breath of air and couldn't believe the sight before them. They used the wind to repel the enemy and the force of their fingers to stop the knife. This is such an understatement and effortless mastery!

If King He Dao's attacks are fast, then the old monks can change their moves even faster. Only in this way can they stop the enemy in mid-crossing with a preemptive attitude, and even prevent King He Dao from exerting his subsequent strength at all. Even if he urges at this time,

I tried to change my strength, but the sword still seemed to be stuck in the quagmire and couldn't move.

"What a long goose-winged knife... Amitabha, it seems that the donor has never put down the butcher knife..."

The old man's voice sounded slowly, and the six old monks wearing Vairocana crowns were still hanging their heads and closing their eyes. They couldn't see their detailed faces. All they knew was that their faces didn't look like living people at all, and the voices made by several of them were layered.

The sound resounds through the eaves of the tiles, looking in front and sometimes behind. If you want to trace the source of the sound, it seems to be talking to the ghosts that originate from the belly of the old monks.

I saw the old monks suddenly pointed out, and the surging finger force was applied to the blade again. King He Dao felt that the force exerted on the blade was like a mountain. With a sharp sound, the scabbard flew away in the air, leaving a cold light. The sword bounced back to his hand, and he himself took three steps back before he could stop his decline.

"This benefactor was too murderous, so the old monks had no choice but to use Dali's secret [One Yang Finger Technique] to resist. I hope that the pure Buddhist land of Sidan Temple cannot entertain this benefactor who uses a sword..."

King He Dao's face was as dark as water, and his usual bold and unrestrained appearance was gone. What just flew out was not only the scabbard, but also his usual disguise of a wealthy man in the world. At this time, he had the sword in his hand. Staring at the old monk, murderous intent was rising and falling all over his body. The murderous intention was so fierce that it felt like a thorn in the back.

The remaining three masters of Pingxi Palace slowly retreated at this time, not only because the six old monks issued an order to expel King He Dao alone, but also because the superb martial arts displayed by the old monks were puzzling, and a rash action might cause side effects. It would be better to let King He Dao go find out the details.

"A certain family is going to enter the temple today, what can you do to me?!"

Seeing that the unexpected sharp sword was not effective, King He Dao turned to the side sword technique with strict rules and regular movements, and began to circle around the old monk.

He Dao Wang Xiong's body was half-bent, and he was using a sword-fighting posture, slowly and calmly marching around the old monks. His arms around him seemed to be brewing with great strength, and his eyes were constantly looking for the six The old monk found a flaw in the formation, and then swung his sword without any explanation!

The light in Wei Tuo's hall was dim, but the long knife was full of autumn water, emitting a bit more cold light than the surroundings. It's no wonder that the old monks praised the knife alone, so the edge of the knife was polished. It is shoulderless and sharp, shaped like the feathers of a flying goose, but much longer than an ordinary wild goose feather knife. It is indeed an extremely sharp long wild goose wing knife!

This knife originated from the military battle formation. Even after it was introduced into the martial arts, it still has a simple and practical style. The knife head is not like the sharp point of the Yanling knife that intersects with arcs, but has two corners cut off, leaving wing-like teeth in the middle for use. The blocking weapon operates like the cry of wild geese, and the commonly seen "golden ring knife" is actually a type of wild goose-wing knife, except that the back is drilled with an iron ring.

King He Dao sneered several times, faintly aware that the old monk's words contained deceptive intentions. His bright eyes were unmoved at all, and in the blink of an eye, he swung out several more knives, moving fiercely and cruelly. The moves are very spicy, the movements are fast and slow, rise and fall, and the moves are always close to the old monk's vital points. The whistling of wild goose wings is like a strong wind sweeping leaves, the sound is so loud that it can be heard outside the hall, and the head of a person is about to be killed at any time.

The screams of the wild goose-winged swords were heard outside the hall, and another round of applause erupted. People in the martial arts world stared at the hall full of excitement: "The wild goose is dead! King He Dao has shown his true skills!"

But on the other side, the old monks who were sitting in formation did not move even half a minute. They were sitting cross-legged like a mountain and waving their hands. However, they pointed out one after another with the index finger of their right hand. The movements of the fingers were sometimes slow and sometimes fast, sometimes slow and elegant, sometimes fast. As fast as lightning, following the rhythm of the swordsman, every time he touched the point, it was exactly the same as King He Dao's strong attack. For a moment, the sword light flashed in Wei Tuo's palace, and the shadows of his fingers flew. Unexpectedly, no sword could Contribution!

"The Yiyang Finger Kung Fu taught by the old monk is indeed extraordinary..."

The three masters who were watching the battle with bated breath behind them secretly sighed, seeing strange things in their eyes. You must know that King He Dao's sword skills are a mixture of hundreds of schools of thought, and they can be used at will without following any shape. It would take a lot of effort for ordinary people to figure out the way.

Not to mention breaking through the weak point of the sword as soon as it is released, taking the opportunity to stop the critical situation of the sword.

What's more important is that although this fingering technique seems to be from a distance, it can bully those close to you. Every time it is used, it will be separated from the target, and it will be retreated with one attack.

Although the monks' hands are in extremely fast movements, their minds are always hidden in the eternal silence. They are just observing the world in all directions with an empty Zen mind, dealing with the disturbance of a particle of dust under their eyes.

The rising and falling old voice was still reciting sutras. "Snow Mountain Master's Sacrifice Gatha" almost turned into a tangible body and rushed toward several people one after another. It was faintly using a technique like a lion's roar to subdue several people.

Their hearts and minds were shaking their fighting spirit. Only King He Dao became more and more courageous in the face-to-face fight at this time, and the battle with the old monk became fierce.

Faced with the anxious situation of the battle, the swordsman chose to turn to the offensive again at this time, chopping, slashing, cutting, and teasing like a madman, plucking, pressing, twisting, and making shapes like evil ghosts. With a breath of luck in his chest, he held the sword tightly and followed his heart.

Even if there is a stubborn rock in the mountain in front of you, you may not be able to survive the whole body with the knife.

"Amitabha, if the donor insists on not giving up, the old monks will have no choice but to point to the sword and use this [Duan Family Sword Technique] to learn your master's skill..."

The six old monks changed their moves again, and their fingering skills changed from fierce and powerful to powerful and skillful. Their movements in one formation were smooth and flowing, which was dazzling. Even the two fist masters who had just been watching intently could not help but frown at this time.

Only the Eight Immortals Swordsmen, as expert swordsmen, can easily discern the secret.

The fingering technique in front of me has indeed evolved from a superb swordsmanship, and the traces of the fingering technique just now have disappeared.

At this time, they were referring to the sword as the old monk himself said. Every offensive and defensive move was within the law, and their sword skills were open and closed, just like the Yangtze River and the sea. When facing the enemy, they still remained calm and self-respecting.

The extremely light and elegant sword moves still retain the aura of a king. No matter how rampant King He Dao swung his sword, it was just like a drunken man trying to ram into the emperor's chariot, but in vain.

Several people present are all martial arts masters, so they can naturally see the strength and weakness of Kung Fu. At this time, you don't even need to see the end, the Kung Fu itself has already been distinguished.

In their eyes, those dazzling movements were only secondary. They felt that even though King He Dao's peerless sword skills were endless, they were more like using swords in vain against the moon shadow of a deep and rippleless ancient pool.

After the traces passed, thousands of bright lights dispersed, but everyone knew that when the storm calmed down, the only thing left in the ancient pool would only be the bright moon.

For a moment, three people who were supposed to know very little about Buddhism suddenly understood the reason why King He Dao was trying in vain - the moon was not in his eyes, not in the water, not in the sky, just like the Tathagata was not on this shore, nor on the other shore.

, not in the middle...

The Eight Immortals Swordsman was lost in his wild thoughts, and suddenly he heard two fist masters behind him discussing in low voices, what they were talking about was the origin of the martial arts of these monks in Xitan Temple.

"These martial arts are rigorous and rigorous, as if they have been tempered for thousands of times. They are definitely not something that can be cultivated by the villagers in the mountains. Looking at the strength they still have in their attacks, it seems that they may have accumulated no less than thirty years of hard work. What is their origin...

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"If you and I take action, we don't know how sure we are. They just mentioned the 'Duan Family'. Could it be that these monks really found some martial arts classics left by the Dali Kingdom and practiced quietly in the temple? But what about the Dali Kingdom?

Have you ever had such superb martial arts?"

"It's hard to say. "The Records of the Legend of Wuwei Temple" says that Duan Zhengyan, the king of Dali, was fond of swordsmanship at a young age. He studied under Liuxuan and Miaocheng at the age of seven. Master Miaocheng even taught Duan Zhengyan six magical techniques, all of which were strange and strange.

Maybe the Mu family has found these wonderful techniques and asked them to secretly deduce them with the monks..."
To be continued...