martial arts mythology system

Chapter 295
The little monk ran over from the other side of the long street, sweat glistened on his bald forehead, with a package on his bra pocket, his expression was a little flustered.

Seeing Han Feng and Chu Qingni, she really saw a savior, and waved to Han Feng repeatedly for help.

Hearing this, Han Feng transported the yin and yang zhenqi to his eyes, and looked behind the little monk... A weird gray-white mist rushed towards the little monk like a tide, almost swallowing him.

Seeing this situation, Han Feng's thoughts were uncertain.

In just a split second, he recognized this little monk, it was the little monk Chengxin whom he had met during Xuanjian Division Fengyundou.

As the most honorable Buddhist disciple of Liguo Buddhism, how could this boy be hunted down in Yunchen all by himself?

Could it be that Buddhism is coming to an end... No way, masters of the three religions in the world are emerging one after another... If the imperial court falls, others will not necessarily fall...

The thoughts in my mind emerge layer by layer, and the kung fu has already been shot.

I saw Han Feng's white clothes moving with his inner strength, causing the wind to scatter and fly away, his robes swaying, turning sideways, and raising his right hand horizontally, a strange and mysterious ice-white true energy was like a vast ocean The torrent rushed out like a torrent.

"Tianxiabuwupian" is worthy of being the magical skill of the gods and gods... Han Feng used it as the foundation to connect martial arts, and his internal strength was greatly improved after only a few days of practice.

To clear to pure, to big and strong.

And it accommodates all the strengths of the six unique arts, and even improves them.

The little monk Chengxin was still rushing towards Han Feng and the two, suddenly he felt a gust of cold air blowing towards his face, bypassing him, and condensing behind him.

Thick and extremely cold air condensed on the street behind Chengxin... Blossoming ice chrysanthemums bloomed on the ground.

Layers of ice flowers continued to accumulate, rising higher and higher, and finally formed an ice-white giant wall of ice.

The ice wall is high and thick, rising from the ground to block the gray mist that is constantly pressing behind.

Only the sound of bumping came from behind the wall.

Seeing this, the little monk Chengxin hurriedly walked up to Han Feng with a pair of calves, wiped off his sweat, and smiled at Han Feng:
"Hey, Donor Han, I finally found you."

Han Feng looked at the little monk sweating profusely, touched his forehead, and asked:

"Young monk Chengxin, you are not staying at the Cixin Zen Forest, what are you doing here in Yunchen?"

"Hehe, I'm here to pick up Donor Han to the Compassionate Meditation Forest~" Cheng Xin patted her forehead and said seriously, "His Holiness said that it must be solemn to invite Master Han to the Compassionate Meditation Forest. My meditation practice has reached the stage of being involved in the world, so I took the initiative to invite Ying to pick you up."

Han Feng was surprised to see the pure and innocent expression on the little monk's face when he spoke... Entering the rivers and lakes, viewing the world with the Buddha's heart is a step that many Buddhist secret methods have... But the monks in the compassion Zen forest are really at ease Let such a small child go out by himself?
Not to mention that this child is still a Buddhist disciple who the Buddhist sect placed high hopes on to surpass the Taoist sect in the Jishan debate.

Cheng Xin glanced at Han Feng, and seemed to have realized Han Feng's intentions, and said with a simple smile:
"Don't be surprised, Master Han. This little monk has already cultivated to the tenth level of "Away from Inverted Dreams". At the same time, he has also mastered three of the six supernatural powers of Buddhism, which can avoid the dangers of the world and turn dangers into good fortune...Look, I Have I met you soon?"

Hearing what the little monk said, Han Feng thought it was a little funny. It's unlucky that this little monk has mastered the third of the six Buddhist supernatural powers, yet he was hunted down to such an extent...

Cheng Xin seemed to be able to hear people's voices, looked at Han Feng and nodded seriously, saying:
"Han benefactor don't have to worry, the little monk cultivated the least good at fighting among the six supernatural powers, he is the least good at fighting, and he is the least good at fighting the enemy, but he can act according to cause and effect. There are nobles like Master Han to help you."

The little monk touched his shiny little head as he spoke.

Ordinary young monks at this age would not be able to take precepts, but Cheng Xin had already had nine precepts burnt, and they were arranged in nine palaces on the top of her head, which looked cute.

Before Han Feng said anything, Chu Qingni on the side did speak, stretched out her hand and grabbed the baby fat on Chengxin's face, smiling brightly:

"The penetration of leaks is not like the ordinary five penetrations. This is a merit that only Arhat Bodhisattvas can prove. You little monk actually said that you have already achieved it... Could it be that you want to become a Buddha?"

"Amitabha~" Cheng Xin pinched her face with Chu Qingni, clasped her hands together, and looked serious, "The monks don't tell lies, and the little monk has indeed cultivated the knowledge of all leaks."

Han Feng and Chu Qingni raised their eyebrows at the same time, looked at each other, and then looked at Cheng Xin together.

The Buddhist Liutong is an extremely profound and mysterious magical martial arts of the Shi family. It has no moves, and no method of internal power operation...but it has extremely magical functions.

Tianertong can hear sounds from very far away, and extremely clever monks can even penetrate the strata and hear the sound of the earth's lung qi moving.

Tianyantong can not only see thousands of miles away, but also observe the details, and at the same time, it has the ability of perspective.

His mind is able to know all sentient beings' thoughts and fabrications.It's like telepathy.

The magic foot can travel the world in an instant, and it is rumored that the Buddha can travel through the past and the future by virtue of it.

Fate Master can see through the fate and karma of all beings, and also know the cause and effect.

The Leujintong is the most special. The first five supernatural powers more or less exist among the gods, asuras, and ghosts in the Buddhist worldview. Only the Leujintong can only be possessed by saints.

Its ability is difficult to describe in detail, but it can only be understood as being able to get rid of all troubles and get rid of the cycle of the world.

At such an age, Cheng Xin has cultivated all omissions, and it seems reasonable to say that he can become a Buddha.

The little monk Chengxin felt a little embarrassed being stared at by the two of Han Feng, and lowered his head:

"The three kinds of supernatural powers of the little monk are not very good, so we can only follow the cause and effect to avoid the danger... Now, the people of the Bone Xiangzong found out the whereabouts and tracked them all the way. The little monk felt the vitality on a whim... and kept running away all night , using the Buddhist sect's secret method to penetrate the city wall and enter the city, you will meet Master Han~"

"Bone Ancestor?"

Han Feng whispered the name again.

Of course, I am very familiar with it... There are various sects of Buddhism in the world, Zen, Tantric... There are many sects, but in addition to the orthodox Buddhism, there is also a different kind of Buddhism that is similar to the Taoism in the early days.

The Bone Xiangzong is one of the more famous ones.

Practicing "Bodhisattva Bone View", advocating the teachings of reciting the Buddha's death Zen, and cruel and bloodthirsty.

It seems completely reasonable for such a sect to chase and kill the little monk Chengxin, a Buddhist genius.

Just as Han Feng was muttering softly, the ice wall on the street burst open with a crisp sound.

Gray-white mist flooded the street, and one of the strange and decadent bones of Wei Tuo loomed...

(End of this chapter)