The monk in the martial arts world

Chapter 106 Dragon Elephant Prajna
Although he didn't win, he didn't lose either.

Facing the situation in front of him, Fang Sheng smiled wryly and said, "Amitabha, if you lose, you lose. I am not an opponent of a Zen master. Although your martial arts come from Shaolin, you have formed your own unique way. Buddhist martial arts There are thousands of changes, and everyone understands it differently.”

"Heh, I know you are still not convinced, poor monk, then use the Esoteric Martial Arts Academy to learn from everyone. It's still the same sentence, if you win Huixin's tricks and half, let your temple drive you!"

Shaolin's two masters, young and old, were defeated in a row, but the monks present were also stagnant and uncertain.

Fangzheng sighed and said, "Unexpectedly, the Zen master is also proficient in Tantric martial arts, but the Tantric and Zen concepts are not compatible, and martial arts is unique, so let the old monk do it!"

Several Shaolin masters beside him showed wry smiles. Master Shaolin Fangzheng has not made a move for 40 years.

"Heh, it doesn't hurt to tell you to wait. The poor monk is proficient in the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu of the Vajra Sect of the Western Regions. If you wait for some news, you should know that when the Yuan and Meng invaded the Central Plains and the Song Dynasty, there was a generation of strong martial arts in the Tantric Sect. Say Jinlun Dharma King!"

Everyone was a little surprised, but they were taught a lesson by Hui Xin, and they couldn't laugh or cry.

Fangzheng frowned and asked, "Golden Wheel Fawang?"

"That's right, this is the tantric Dharma king who used to be the Mongolian national teacher, but this is a bit far away, I'm afraid you haven't understood that the dragon-elephant Prajna has achieved the power of ten dragons and ten elephants. Although it is an exaggeration, it is also worth nearly ten thousand catties." force!"

Hui Xin took two or three steps forward, and those Shaolin monks were unconsciously forced back by Hui Xin's aura.

When he reached the gate of the temple, Huixin stretched out his hand and even lifted the stone lion weighing several hundred kilograms with one hand, and threw it into the air, as if it was still a stone, and it was as light as it was lifted.

Fangzheng sighed, "That's right, it really is an external skill, but Zen Master Huixin, you seem to have practiced the Vajra Immortal and Child Magical Skills?"

"Fangzheng, you have good eyesight, yes, not only that, the poor monk also knows that on top of the Yijin Jing, there is also a Sutra of Washing the Marrow. If you Shaolin wins the wisdom heart, the Sutra of Washing the Marrow and the boy's magical power will be offered with both hands!"

"So what if Shaolin loses?"

Huixin stretched out her finger and waved her hand and said, "If you lose, I can hand over the Marrow Washing Sutra to you, but in the future, you must not search for the source of the poor monk's martial arts. Of course, the poor monk will not spread too many unique skills. After all, the poor monk has already intended to start a sect." Lipai!"

Looking at the confident Huixin, Fangzheng shouted, "Arhat hall, Prajna hall, where is it, the big formation of Brohan!"

The monks took off their robes, empty-handed in the front row, and sticks in the back row. Fangzheng and eight eminent monks from the Bodhidharma Academy went off at the same time.

Huixin smiled slightly, but she didn't feel that there was anything wrong. Although Shaolin is a well-known and righteous way, it also requires painstaking efforts when it comes to inheritance. If you lose, you will blame Fang Zheng alone. If you win, you can complete the Shaolin martial arts Learn short board.

"The Sutra of Washing the Marrow has been lost for hundreds of years in the Ji Temple, but the boy's magic skill was also passed down by Bodhidharma. Now Zen Master Huixin has offended him!"

The monks surrounded Huixin in the center of the arena, Huixin's face remained unchanged, and the corners of her mouth moved upwards, as if she was smiling.

Fangzheng was taken aback for a moment, Huixin was like a ghost, shuttling among the monks and soldiers, but he was the first to strike!
"Bang bang bang!"

In just a quarter of an hour, most of the Shaolin monks were shot out of the encirclement by Hui Xin but they were not injured.

Fangzheng threw out the cassock, and the giant eagle was in the air. The cassock seemed to be manipulated by someone, attacking Huixin, mixed with Avalokitesvara and Fangzheng's original martial arts.

Hui Xin shook her head and sighed, "It's not enough, you all go up together! Don't be afraid of the poor monk!"

No one dared to underestimate Huixin, but she couldn't help showing a feeling of sadness and disappointment.

As if bewitched, one person made a move, and everyone attacked Huixin.

"Hahahaha!"

Huixin's inner strength is released outwards, forming a gang qi to block hundreds of people. It is also from the same source as before, and it will not cause any harm to Huixin at all, and Huixin seems to be beaten out of his own style, and all martial arts are displayed together.

"Prajna Palm, Dragon Claw Hand, Nianhua Finger, he really understands all the unique skills of our Shaolin???"

Everyone was terrified in their hearts. Although they were not injured, their hearts were suppressed by Hui Xin alone.

"open!"

Hui Xin let out an angry roar, and her internal energy spread like a wave of air, and everyone was forced out of the circle. Only Fang Zheng and other experts could barely cope with it, but they were also retreating.

"Stop, Shaolin, we lost!"

Fangzheng let out a long sigh, and stopped the attacks of others.

Huixin smiled and said, "Then, should we still pursue the poor monk's martial arts?"

"Your Excellency's martial arts are already invincible, and you can lift weights like light ones. Thank you, Your Excellency, for your mercy!"

At some point, five old men walked out of Shaolin Temple accompanied by Fang Hua.

"Father, why did you leave the customs?"

Fangzheng smiled wryly, and couldn't help bowing in salute. Everyone hurriedly clapped their hands together and shouted, "I've seen Master!"

Huixin was originally surprised that Shaolin was weak, and it was impossible for him to have some innate or pseudo-innate existence, but when he first arrived in Shaolin, he could already feel the existence of Tao that was not weak.

"Old monk Hengzong!"

"Old Na Hengji!"

"My old man Hengjing!"

"My old man's wonderful breath!"

"My old man Miao Kong!"

The five old monks, like the signatures of Shaolin, showed their own Buddhist martial arts, and they were also in the same realm as Huixin, but Huixin had been born before, and knew that no matter how much they retreated, it was impossible for them to comprehend the way of life and death.

"Amitabha, poor monk Huixin, I have seen you all!"

In words, Huixin didn't feel that these Shaolin eminent monks were better than herself, and she was also fearless, so she naturally placed her status in the same generation, besides, Huixin was also a patriarch in Shaolin back then.

Hengzong said, "The Zen master is not very old, but his martial arts and Buddhism are astonishing. Could it be that he came from a broken body, where did he come from?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, Huixin was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect that after Dongfang Bubai, there would still be people who knew about the shattering.

Seeing that Hui Xin was stunned, Heng Zong knew it was good, and hurriedly sighed, "You guys should leave, the Zen master should come from Shaolin, and he has formed a school of his own with all his knowledge, and you can't wait to be the enemy!"

Except for the monks of the Fang generation who stayed outside the gate of Shaolin Temple, all other monks went back to the temple together.

Heng Zong smiled and made a gesture of invitation and said, "Your Excellency, please enter the temple for a speech!"

Huixin also smiled and said, "As you wish, the poor monk is welcome!"

The two said they were talking, but there was also some confrontation, but others couldn't see it. At this time, Huixin gathered spiritual strength to resist Hengzong's invasion.

So far, Huixin has no reservations.

"Amitabha!"

With full force, a phantom of Buddha over twenty feet descended on Shaolin, and all the monks who had not left saw this scene.

Except for Hengji and Hengjing, everyone else showed a sense of shock. They had never heard of this unique martial art, and had never seen it before. They were afraid that it was out of the scope of martial arts and formed supernatural powers.

"puff!"

Hengzong was oppressed by this force of resistance, he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, waved his hands and said, "Old man, I lost!"

Huixin sneered and said, "This is how Shaolin treats guests. It disappoints the poor monk. The Shaolin Temple in your world is nothing more than this! You are gambling. If you lose, there is no need for Shaolin to exist anymore!"

(End of this chapter)