The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 326 The Heart Sutra of Wuxiang, Dharma's successor

A isolation belt has been pulled up around the old street.

Many citizens and people from the rivers and lakes joined in the excitement, gathered around, poked their heads and looked in, and some of them who were brave enough sneaked in while the guards were not paying attention.

But without exception, these people are all in and out, once they enter the mirage, their consciousness will all change, they will forget their true self, change their names and surnames one after another, some will become the drivers and peddlers in it, and some will become the insiders. Three teachings and nine streams, I don't know the years, it is difficult to see the truth.

Among the crowd, a tall monk stabilized his footsteps, looked at the phantom mirage that covered the original real world, and said in admiration: "It's amazing."

At the bottom of his heart, he was already secretly recalling the famous top masters in the Jianghu in the past, but it was the first time he had come to this step with spiritual will.

Seeing that there were too many people around, the monk changed another place, took advantage of the quiet surroundings, stepped across the isolation belt, and walked to the illusion.

Since ancient times, people's thoughts and thoughts have been empty, no matter how much they think, they have nothing to rely on. But still focus on the spirit, meditate and practice Zen, understand the world, overlook all living beings, and pursue the spiritual realm.

Tantra has the theory of empowerment and the reincarnation of huofo, and what you practice is the spiritual way.

But this master who turned out to be able to turn the thoughts in his heart from emptiness to reality with spiritual thoughts, has the power to turn decay into magic, how can he not be surprised, and how can he not be happy.

The monk looked at the illusion in front of him, stretched out his hand, and felt as if he had touched an invisible water curtain. The next second, the world was spinning, and he had entered this illusory world.

His eyes were blurred, his consciousness changed suddenly, his burly body looked down and he was already wearing a long robe and mandarin jacket, and many unreasonable memories popped up in his mind out of thin air, even the power in his body seemed to disappear at this moment Same.

But the monk just shook his head, his eyes were clear again, he looked at everything around him intently, and praised: "It's a good method, but it's a pity that it's just the first enlightenment, otherwise I'm afraid even I will suffer a lot!"

He no longer hesitated, swiped his arms, and rushed forward. Every time he stepped down, the gravel would be scattered, the ground would be cracked, and the tyrannical body released unparalleled destructive power, just like a wild beast pushing forward. With the power of the body, it has burst into the center of the illusion.

In just a few steps, the monk swooped down from the sky like flying.

He stood on the long street, looked straight, and saw a person standing at the end of the street with closed eyes, as motionless as a mountain, with a quiet blue shirt, and his drooping face was obscure, as if in chaos, with no mouth and nose.

Seeing this person, the monk's pores shrank, his feet sank, his upper body bowed down, like a tiger about to pounce, his eyes widened with anger, and he opened his mouth only to hear a loud lion's roar suddenly squeezed out from his mouthpiece.

"Roar!"

The roar was like thunder, and the illusion that was isolated from the outside world was like throwing a boulder into it, causing waves of ripples.

As soon as the roar was over, the monk's figure remained as tall as a mountain, and he shouted in a deep voice: "The old monk is empty of me, and I will teach you how to do it!"

Chen Zhuo still stood still, but his face, which had nothing left, was suddenly distorted by the brilliance, as if it had become a bright mirror with a shadow in it.

I only glanced at it, and couldn't help but change my expression, but I saw an old look on Chen Zhuo's face; following this face's eyebrows and eyes, and stepped out, I saw an old man with a childlike face and white hair coming from Chen Zhuo. Walking out of the body, the figure turns from virtual to real.

The old man raised his hand and held a spear in his hand, facing me directly, and said lightly: "Please!"

Seeing this, Kong Wo was startled again, and lost his voice: "Good guy, thinking of no form, thinking of all forms? Could it be that you are really going to become a Buddha soon?"

Naturally, he could see that the old man was also transformed by his thoughts, not a real existence, but now in this illusion created by the power of the spirit, Chen Zhuo's thoughts and thoughts will all become real, it can be said that his heart wish come true.

In other words, in this illusion, Chen Zhuo is the god who created everything, even if he still has flaws, but with such a method, he has already become a god, transcending the heavens and the earth.

"Ok?"

But when I let out a lion's roar, everyone in the illusion turned their heads to look, and then dozens of figures exploded and leaped forward, approaching.

"what!"

Kongwo is now in a fierce battle, so how could he care about other things, he clenched his fists, his center of gravity sank, he saw a little golden light gathering outside his body, and the phantom of a huge bronze bell was solid and real, and it was already spinning in mid-air, stirring the wind and clouds Change is actually "Golden Bell Cover", one of Bodhidharma's four great magic skills.

And when it comes to the power and climate, it is definitely more profound than what Chen Zhuo used in Luocha Castle that day.

Under the roar, the golden bell shook and bumped, and everyone flew out backwards, destroying everything.

At the same time, the tip of a spear came straight as if piercing through the void. The tip of the spear was radiant with cold light, astonishing all directions, and its brilliance was dazzling. Once it was shot, it was an extremely terrifying killing move.

It's not just the golden bell cover, it's the first time Sora has encountered such an opponent, just to be on the safe side, he breathed out, and suddenly saw a ball of black light rushing under his feet.

It turned out to be the "Yi Jin Jing" again, and it was still a black-level pagoda, and it was the pinnacle of the black-level. The black light under his feet was like billowing wolf smoke, dyeing most of the sky, and rising into the sky in the illusion.

"clang!"

As soon as the tip of the spear fell, a loud bang echoed in the illusion, as if a big bell had really struck.

Sora stood with arms folded, eyes showing disdain, motionless, unscathed.

Just when the gun light was in a stalemate with the golden bell cover, Sora clasped his hands up and down, grasping the tip of the spear with his palms alone, turned his hands and exerted strength, the spear twisted and deformed like a twist, and finally shattered.

Turning from defense to attack, he succeeded with one move, squeezed his left foot into a step, and pushed out both fists at the side of his body, Luohan came out of the hole, roaring like thunder.

As soon as the strength of the fist is released, the powerful enemy in front of him dissipates like dust in an instant.

Kong Wo said to Chen Zhuo in a concentrated voice: "It's no fun for you to become these people, if you don't open your eyes and fight, when will you wait?"

While speaking, a strong murderous intent erupted from his whole body, like an invisible arrow, falling far away on Chen Zhuo's body.

Chen Zhuo lowered his brows and lowered his eyes, his eyelids trembled violently, his blue shirt fluttered, and a pair of eyes suddenly opened on his chaotic face.

He didn't seem to know that he had this change. Before, he just looked at the various things in the painting and felt something in his heart. Then he looked around and felt what happened. , Formless beings, "The Heart Sutra of Formlessness."

"boom!"

A burst of energy suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

Chen Zhuo flicked his sleeve to block it, looked up, looked at the monk with an exaggerated and terrifying body, was silent for a while, and then said: "Who are you?"

Sora's eyes were hot, he clapped and laughed and said, "Yes, yes, it's surprising that you also know "Golden Bell Cover". What is the "Wuxiang Heart Sutra" you are talking about? The fifth set of magical skills passed down?"

Bodhidharma's four great works are divided into "Boy's Work", "Washing the Marrow", "Yi Jin Jing", and "Golden Bell".

The "Yi Jin Jing" is the most powerful of the four great skills. After the mastery, when talking about "attack", the whole body can be transformed into a place to contain Qi, and the power is endless, inexhaustible, and inexhaustible; when talking about "defense", Distributing qi into gangs, impenetrable by water and fire, invulnerable to swords and guns, can be compared to Dacheng's "Golden Bell Cover".

But where did this fifth great magic power come from?

Chen Zhuo thought for a while, then said softly, "If you say so, it's not bad, because this method is formed from a strange scripture passed down by Bodhidharma."

Sora stopped laughing, clasped his fists together, met martial arts, and said in a deep voice, "I am the fourth generation descendant of Patriarch Bodhidharma..."

(End of this chapter)