martial arts mythology system

Chapter 386 Seal
"Benefactor Han has been eroded by demonic nature, and he can't help himself in his words and deeds. It's better to follow the poor monk into the incense tower of the Zen Forest and accept the washing of Buddhism."

Zhi Daolin's words implied a strong domineering will, and the world seemed to be dominated by Zhi Daolin's will at this time.

But the overbearing monk couldn't see any injuries at this time, he just held a golden Zen stick and smiled at Han Feng.

Although he was hanged and beaten by the Zen ghost sect in the confrontation, Zhi Daolin is still an innate person beyond the level of the human world in essence.

Han Feng laughed suddenly, stood up staggeringly, and looked straight at the monk king with sharp eyes:
"Master, Han Feng has enough understanding of himself. Fang Ping, who is in a violent situation in Liguo, has a lot of things to do. I have already found a way to deal with the aura of the Buddha's enemy in me. I am afraid that I really can't stay in Buddhism to waste time."

With that said, Han Feng walked up to Zhi Daolin, and stretched out the [Sihong Oath Sword] in his hand.

"Master, the sacred object of Buddhism, I will return the original object."

Zhi Daolin didn't reach out to pick it up.

Instead, he smiled lightly, and the air on his body slowly enveloped the whole world.

Han Feng's hand holding the sword turned into a sword-holding posture, and he looked up at Zhi Daolin, his sword aura hidden in his body.

"Is it true that your honor can't let me go?"

"Han Benefactor has just fought with the evil spirits, and he should be exhausted now. Even if he wants to leave, he shouldn't be in a hurry."

Zhi Daolin said slowly.

The group of monks who came nearby were completely silent at this moment, no matter who they were, they should be able to understand that the atmosphere was not right.

Han Feng grinned:
"Hahahaha, I'm afraid, senior is not willing to let me go."

Han Feng's one sentence tore his skin, revealing the Buddhist mind without a doubt.

Monk King Zhi Daolin didn't seem to care, he was calm.

Once the evil Buddha dies, the great calamity of the Northern Buddhist Gate is over. According to the fortune, it will be the time for great prosperity.

"Han Shizhu, don't get me wrong. The Buddhist sect is absolutely grateful to you. It's just that the aura of the Buddha's enemy that you carry on your body is harmful to you and the Buddhist sect. We need to completely solve it."

"The solution to Buddhism, wouldn't it be to convert me into Buddhism?"

Zhi Daolin didn't know why Han Feng was so resistant to Buddhism all of a sudden, but it didn't prevent Han Feng from leaving now.

With his innate respect, it is too easy to keep Han Feng.

"Han Shizhu, don't think about it too much. You have a predestined relationship with Buddhism, which is the destiny of the world. Why do you go against the destiny?"

"The destiny hypothesis is illusory. Han Feng still believes that fate is determined by people."

Han Feng flicked the sword in his hand to the ground in front of him, intending to leave from Zhi Daolin's side.

A smile flashed across the corner of Zhi Daolin's mouth, and he stretched out his hand to grab it.

Based on the logic of acting in a show, Han Feng snorted coldly, and his body burst out with eight colors and eight vigor.

It seems that he wants to counter the power of the monk king.

But the gap is too big after all.

Thousands of lights and shadows flowed around Han Feng, but he was captured in an instant. The nineteen Buddha light shackles on his body restrained Han Feng, making Han Feng unable to move.

The surrounding monks didn't understand what was going on, but they could neither attack Han Feng who had just saved the Cixin Zen Forest, nor question the leader of the Northern Buddhist School, Wang Zhidaolin.

The decisions made by the high-ranking Buddhist monks will not be informed to the lower-level monks, nor do they need to be supported by the monks. This is the particularity of the martial arts world.

Po Xiaqiu Chan's fingers moved slightly, as if he wanted to hold the [Jie] sword on his back, but he stopped his movements again thinking of Han Feng's previous instructions.

Calculate each other, calculate each other, and see who can calculate more long-term.

The restrained Han Feng stood where he was, looked at the Monk King coldly, and asked indifferently:
"Master, is this the treatment I received after I fought for Buddhism?"

While speaking, Han Feng secretly urged his own Martial Arts Body, simulating the appearance of an explosion of Buddha's enemy spirit.

His eyes were flushed, black energy lingered all over his body, and he was then imprisoned in his body by the shackles of Buddha's light.

"Han Shizhu, you have become demonic. I will send you to the compassionate meditation forest [Thousand Buddha Mandala Tanhua Formation], and be washed by the Buddhist energy of the Zen forest day and night. When the Buddha's heart is in my heart, I will release you, and I hope you can get rid of the confusion sooner."

As he spoke, Zhi Daolin raised his hand, and a beam of pure Buddha light engulfed Han Feng and flew to the central Buddhist hall of the Compassionate Zen Forest. Under the Buddhist hall, the Buddhist sacred formation that had been suppressed by Zen Master Xumi opened a mysterious golden gate, and a door opened. The gap allows Han Feng to enter it.

Then the golden gate disappeared, and the Buddhist temple returned to calm.

Hundreds of thousands of monks watched their own monk unload the mill and kill the donkey, and they didn't know what expression to make...

Zhi Daolin is wearing a dharma crown and cassock, holding a golden Zen staff, still sacred and solemn.

"A new calamity in the Zen forest, the first peace of the evil chaos, the self-sacrifice of the Dharma Venerable, and the opportunity to exterminate the evil Buddha, this is the perfect opportunity for the northern Buddhist sect to re-emerge, we should communicate with the Central Plains Buddhism, check and balance the two factions of Taoism and Confucianism, and wipe out the evil ways in the north , to restore the glory of Buddhism."

As he spoke, Zhi Daolin struck the ground with a Zen stick in his hand, and 32 kinds of strange lights of Buddhism bloomed behind him.

"This time, I will take the place of Dharma Venerable temporarily. People from all sects in the north will stay in the Zen Forest to assist in the reappearance of the Zen Forest. In the future, the relationship with the Zen Forest will not decrease, and the glory of Buddhism will be restored."

"As for the benefactor Han Feng, he has contributed a lot to Buddhism, and now he is troubled by the demonic nature, and our sect will do his best to rescue him. It is said to the outside world that the benefactor Han has been severely injured by the evil Buddha, and has been eroded by the demonic nature. Don't let the world come to disturb you."

"When all the disciples know about it, they will disperse on their own and start rebuilding the Zen Forest."

After all, the monk king Zhi Daolin is still the spiritual symbol of northern Buddhism. Although many monks complained about his sealing of Han Feng, they couldn't say anything and had to disperse.

Nian Qingliang held the [Future Vow] in his hand, as if he wanted to break up with the Monk King, but Chan Yun didn't know how to explain and pulled his arm.

Turning his head, he saw Zen Yun frowning slightly, shaking his head towards himself.

It is probably not a good choice to question the king of northern Buddhism here.

Zhi Daolin watched the group of monks disperse, but waved to Cheng Xin.

In front of Chengxin is a road of golden Buddha's light for a day, and the road is full of golden lotus springing from the ground.

Cheng Xin walked to Zhi Daolin along this road, and made a beeline.

"Amitabha, little monk Chengxin, I have met the monk king."

Zhi Daolin looked at Cheng Xin and nodded in satisfaction:
"Okay! You are indeed a genius who was born in the thousand years of Buddhism. You will be able to solve the calamity of the Zen ghost sect reappearing in a hundred years."

Cheng Xin seems to have a bad impression of Zhi Daolin, and his expression is polite but distant:

"The little monk is just a junior student, and he can't be praised by the monk king."

Zhi Daolin seems not to have noticed Cheng Xin's estrangement:
"It's just that you think you can't afford it, so this deity says you deserve it! This deity has traveled to the northern Central Plains, and you are the person with the deepest Buddha heart and Buddha nature I have ever seen. From today, you can start practicing martial arts with me , as long as you start to take a break from martial arts, Lunheng Jishan in half a year, our Buddhist sect will definitely let the Taoist sect experience the shame of 30 years ago!"

Thirty years ago, Shen Xiyi, the immortal swordsman of the Taoist sect, fought on behalf of the northern Taoist sect, defeating all the younger generations of the Buddhist sect with one sword...Zhi Daolin is among them...

Keep silent.

The reason why Zen Master Xumi did not allow himself to practice martial arts is... the later he practiced, the more he would be able to get twice the result with half the effort in the future...

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As for the basement of the central Buddha Hall of the Compassionate Zen Forest, Han Feng was imprisoned and sealed in the formation space under the 【Thousand Buddha Mandala Tanhua Array】.

There is a vast darkness all around.

The shackles of Buddha's light that restrained oneself were dissipated, and there was no light around.

Han Feng looked around.

"Heh, the Buddha's movement is faster than I thought... These bald guys really don't want the slightest bit of shame."

"well said."

Suddenly, there was a voice of response in the darkness of nothingness.

Han Feng recalled the legend that the rest of the monsters were still being suppressed at the bottom of the Cixin Zen Forest... His heart skipped a beat... He just wanted to take the opportunity to steal the Buddha Qi from the underground center of the Buddhist sect, not to face some ancient monsters, ancient monsters, Trolls and the like...

Then, a pair of waterwheel-sized eyes opened in front of Han Feng.

(End of this chapter)