Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 85 Sword Test Shaolin
"What does it mean to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately?"

Huang Lin has been puzzled by this concept of Buddhism for two lifetimes.

Killing a person and doing evil, and then becoming a monk or shaved, can the 'evil' be eliminated?Can you become a Buddha?
"Amitabha, people in the world have misunderstood this. The so-called butcher's knife does not refer to the butcher's knife for killing people, but malicious, evil words, evil deeds, and all delusions, delusion, confusion, inversion, separation, and attachment. "Mahaparinirvana Sutra" have words"

After a little explanation in the text, the scriptures are quoted to explain its meaning.

Among the people present, some nodded from time to time, some scratched their heads in confusion, and some clasped their hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

After he finished speaking, Huang Lin asked:

"May I ask the abbot, if there is a flower picker who harms countless good families, and then repents and becomes a monk before the Buddha, will he put down the butcher's knife?"

"Amitabha, that benefactor has the intention to change his past mistakes, and there will be one less thief in the rivers and lakes. There is nothing good about it."

All the people in the Jianghu looked sideways, walking in the Jianghu, the most despised and hated thing is the adulterer.

Seeing Shaolin Abbot's words, he seems to be able to accept that prostitute to become a monk?

"Hehe. Thank you, Abbot, for clarifying the confusion! Mr. Huang understands."

Huang Lin stood up and clasped his fists, saying no more.

Going on, he was afraid that he would not be able to win the old monk, so it was just right to end here.

Wen Zai was stunned and couldn't even control his expression.

He was still waiting for Huang Lin to ask again, and then there was a reversal, the lines were all ready, but the topic was suddenly interrupted!

Fighting geese all day long, but today he was pecked in the eye by a younger generation!
"Amitabha!"

Immediately close your eyes and recite the Buddha's name, monks will not speak foul language!

"The abbot is very courteous, but Huang's trip is to test the sword, so I have to offend him!"

Huang Lin clasped his fists and bowed in a respectful tone.

"Hmph, poor monk Luohantang Wenjue, come to meet your junior!"

Before Wen Zai could speak, a monk jumped out behind him.

Huang Lin raised his eyebrows. The seat that the monk was standing just now was quite far behind, so he probably wasn't the head of the Arhat Hall.

Generally speaking, people from all over the world who challenge and compete in Shaolin are mostly received by Arhat Hall.

Does this mean that he is regarded as an ordinary person in the rivers and lakes?

Stretching out his right hand, Yue Buqun handed over Chihuang with keen eyesight.

Huang Lin breathed a sigh of relief, if Lao Yue didn't do his best, he would lose face a lot.

"Master, please!"

The two stood facing each other in the square. Huang Lin held a sword in his left hand and stretched his right hand forward, signaling Wen Jue to strike first.

Wen Jue's face flashed with anger, and immediately his hands were clawed, and his body squatted slightly.

Dragon claw hand?
Wen Jue took two steps forward, flew around and spun, and rushed towards Huang Lin with his hands forward and backward.

It's really Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand!

I don't see how Huang Lin moved, he took the red phoenix with his right hand, and simply lifted the sword and scabbard with his backhand.

"Crack~"

one move!
That Wenjue flew away in a whirl.

"Is this an eminent monk of the literary class?"

"It looks amazing, but I didn't expect it to be an embroidered pillow."

"Is that Huang Bulin too powerful?"

People from the rivers and lakes watching on the field started talking.

Even the members of the Five Sacred Sword Sect were a little surprised.

In the past, I have only heard of top experts, but most of them have no idea.

"Abbot, you don't need to send out such martial arts?"

"Oh brat, you're too deceitful!"

As soon as Huang Lin finished speaking, Wen Jue's voice sounded not far away, and people rushed up.

His martial arts are not bad, after being hit by Huang Lin, he flipped his body in the air, and he was able to land on both feet first, without dropping a big horse fork.

Wen Jue, who wanted to admit defeat, saw Huang Lin being so insulted, he was furious in his heart, stomped heavily, and the man had already rushed towards him.

This time, he didn't dare to leave the ground and flew forward.

After approaching Huang Lin, he held the Scarlet Phoenix scabbard with both hands, kicked, kicked, chopped, and swept straight to the lower body without stopping.

After a few tricks with Huang Lin using both hands and feet.

"Crack~"

This time it was a scabbard in the head, Wen Jue's body turned several times in the air before falling to the ground, a red mark slanted from his forehead to his chin on his right cheek.

When I sat up, I was still a little dizzy.

little harm
"Amitabha!"

Wen Zai uttered the Buddha's name, and two young monks came out from behind to help Wen Jue up and took him back.

"The method of benefactor is a bit vicious!"

"Huang didn't even draw out his sword, and didn't hurt his vitals. How could he be so vicious?"

"you"

Seeing that this person was not good at speaking, Huang Lin guessed that this person should be a pure monk.

"Arhat Hall grammar, learn from Master Huang's brilliant trick!"

"Master, please!"

Huang Lin still did the same action, but Grammar did not get angry. I think this person's temperament is better than the Wenjue just now.

You're not too polite, Grammar's toe is tapped lightly, and the person has already rushed towards Huang Lin.

He raised his right hand and clapped lightly.

Huang Lin raised his sword to block it casually, and suddenly felt that the light palm was very heavy.

There are too many unique skills in Shaolin, and he can't tell what kind of them it is. When he gets interested, he doesn't rush to make moves, but only resists.

Grammar, a martial art move, seems to be weak, but in reality it is powerful and mighty, but it can be firm or soft.

Is this a hit and miss?Or Prajna Palm?
Huang Lin was about to fight back, but he saw the opponent backing away and put his hands together. After singing the Buddha's name, he said:
"Huang benefactor has excellent martial arts, and the poor monk is no match."

"."

He was suffocated immediately, Huang Lin could only say:
"Master, I don't know which Shaolin skill the master used just now?"

"Big smasher!"

Huang Lin blinked his eyes. With such a cruel name, he looked so light when he typed it. He could fool people!
Seeing that his grammar receded, he lost interest, so he immediately turned to Abbot Shaolin and said loudly:

"Masters, you don't need to come out if you are below the top. Huang came to Shaolin to test his sword, not to play!"

"Young people, don't be too arrogant!"

There was another angry shout from behind Wen Zai.

"Can you be called a young man without being aggressive?"

Without even thinking about it, Huang Lin blurted out the words.

"Hiss is crazy, but he has this ability!"

"That's a good point. If anyone wants to call me young and vigorous, I will do the same!"

"you"

"Amitabha."

The monk was about to jump out when he was stopped by Wen Zai's Buddha's name.

Huang Lin was envious. The same four words, expressed in different tones, had different meanings, yet they could still understand them!Is this a secret sign in front of your face?
"Little benefactor Huang has reached the peak, so why be aggressive?"

Wen Zai got up slowly, and there was a hint of accusation in his words.

"Hey, it's extremely hard to find in the Jianghu. Huang is only trying to learn from each other and prove his martial arts. Why is the master so petty?"

Huang Lin shook his head and sighed, and the ponytail on top of his head also swayed.

"Amitabha!"

Huang Lin only felt that Wen Zai was scolding him.

Just as Wen Zai was about to leave, all the monks behind him spoke up.

"Abbot, why do you have to do it yourself?"

"Abbot, let Wen Hui go up this battle!"

"Abbot."

"No need, I haven't done anything for many years, so it's time to exercise!"

Just like that, Wen Zai walked out with his Zen staff in hand, without changing his brocade cassock.

As soon as he stood still, he saw Huang Lin on the opposite side raised his sword in his left hand and said:

"The sword's name is Chihuang. It is three feet and six inches long, weighs six catties and eight taels, and its hair is cut off. It was forged by a master craftsman in the palace with meteoric iron from outside the sky! After the sword is finished, it will drink countless blood!"

Wen Zai suddenly felt an inexplicable aura rushing towards him, but it wasn't aura.

"Bah~"

Immediately, the Zen stick paused on the ground, and he continued:
"The name of the staff is Wisdom, and it weighs 37 catties. It was given by Empress Wu in Tang Dynasty and has been passed down from generation to generation in Shaolin! It has been more than [-] years!"

Sure enough, Abbot Shaolin reacted much faster than Ren Woxing.

"Please!"

"Please!"

Huang Lin stepped on it immediately, the stone bricks cracked, and a piece of gravel shot towards Wen Zai, who followed closely behind.

"choke~"

Halfway through the journey, the Scarlet Phoenix unsheathed and slashed away.

"When~"

Then Wen Zai moved a step to the left, dodged the gravel, and raised his staff to block the red phoenix.

When the stick and sword intersected, sparks shot out all over the place, and the 30-jin Zen stick was as light as nothing in Wen Zai's hands.

Huang Lin didn't expect to be able to control the enemy with one move, so he tapped his toes and moved quickly to the left. At the same time, with a flick of his wrist, Chihuang pierced Wen Zai's right hand "Shenmen point" with the stick.

Wen Zai immediately withdrew his stick with his right hand and changed his palm, took a step to the right, raised his palm to slap Huang Lin after avoiding the red phoenix, and at the same time took the stick with his left hand and swung towards Huang Lin.

Huang Lin couldn't change his moves at this time, so he had to let go of the red phoenix with his right hand, draw up his true energy, raise his palm and slap it, and lightly tap the hilt of the sword with his left hand to provoke the red phoenix.

"Bang~"

With their palms facing each other, Wen Zai and Huang Lin retreated respectively, and the subsequent moves were useless.

At this time, Huang Lin's face was covered with a layer of faint purple air.

After landing, he stomped heavily, and the man shot towards Wen Zai like a shooting star. On the way, his right hand caught the falling Red Phoenix and slashed straight at the head.

Wen Zai and Huang Lin exchanged palms just now, only to feel that the other party's internal force was weird and domineering.

He had to raise his stick with his left hand to resist.

"Ding Ding Dang Dang~"

After Huang Lin seized the opportunity, he used the "Liuhe Swordsmanship" around Wenzai.

Wen Zai looked dignified. Every move of the opponent looked very similar, but the subtleties were different. He had to put up all his energy to deal with it, not daring to be careless.

In just thirty strokes, sweat stains appeared on his forehead.

If he didn't have that weird internal force in his body, he could still resist it steadily.But at this time, he had to eliminate the alien internal force of physical strength, and also had to concentrate on dealing with Huang Lin's sword technique, which felt quite exhausting.

Fortunately, the opponent's sword moves began to repeat.

Wen Zai was overjoyed, and found an opportunity to change the Zen staff back to his right hand. He had just stepped back two steps, and saw Huang Lin's sword's posture changed.

Reality and falsehood can't be distinguished for a while!
Fortunately, the Zen stick has been changed back to his right hand, and as soon as he swung it up, the shadow of the stick rolled all over his body.

The sound of weapons clashing was endless.

Wen Zai retreated again and again, and finally opened the distance. Seeing that Huang Lin was about to pounce, he slapped his chest with his backhand, and the last trace of alien internal force in his body spurted out with blood, and he immediately felt refreshed!

"Abbot!"

The monks in Shaolin didn't know the reason, they were very worried.

"Ami."

Ah, your size, ah, ah, ah!

Huang Lin ignored it, the scarlet phoenix sword in his hand exploded, and the people rushed towards him!
Wen Zai didn't finish chanting a sentence of the Buddha's name, when he saw the opponent's sword group enveloping him.

Young people don't talk about martial arts!
He had no choice but to lift his staff to block him, but fortunately, his internal energy was smooth now, and he was no longer as aggrieved as before.

At this time, the scene was much better, and all the monks in Shaolin let go of their worries after seeing this.

After hundreds of moves, Wen Zai's breath became heavier, and he jumped back to avoid the sword.

Huang Lin's heart skipped a beat when he saw this, he stepped on it immediately, chased after him, and turned back with his sword!
Wen Zairen was in the air, so he swiped his Zen stick downwards and took advantage of the momentum to rise again.

Got it!
Step again!

Huang Lin's figure shot out, and when he got to Wen Zai's body, he struck again with his sword.

Wen Zai understood the other party's intentions at this time, but he was in the air and had nowhere to rely on. Seeing that Huang Lin was rushing again, he immediately threw the Zen staff in his hand, and then tapped his toes, and he fell to the ground.

Huang Lin had already got up from the ground at this time, and was very annoyed after seeing the opponent's operation.

Still slower!
I had no choice but to swing my sword at the Zen staff!

"click~"

Without the infusion of internal force contained in the text, the Wisdom Staff was split into two pieces on the spot!

The two landed one after another, without making any more moves.

"Amitabha."

Only at this time can Wen Zai read a complete sentence of the Buddha's name.

(End of this chapter)