Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　There were ripples and waves in the air.

　　All of them are ancient and obscure Buddhist scriptures, and it is hard to extricate oneself at a glance.

　　These scriptures were suddenly twisted and turned into a giant mountain that filled the sky.

　　It was then suppressed from all directions.

　　Sun Baifa grabbed the Tianji stick and swept it out.

　　The boundless brilliance is like a splendid galaxy, collapsing in an instant, twisting, and then collapsing.

　　The rich light curtain propped up, letting those scriptures fall, unable to shake the slightest.

　　Then another shock burst out, shaking those Arhats violently.

　　In an instant, the earth shook.

　　The destructive power of this level of battle is absolutely beyond the imagination of the world.

　　Zhu Hao didn't move, and the fierce battlefield never attracted his more attention.

　　His eyes were elsewhere.

　　Under the lush green linden tree, the white clothes are so eye-catching.

　　The man just opened his eyes and met Zhu Hao's gaze.

　　The eyes of the two of them are extremely deep, like an ancient well buried deep in the ground, without the slightest turbulence.

　　Zhu Hao saw a strange brilliance in his eyes.

　　The brilliance fell in his eyes, and suddenly spread out, forming a brand new world.

　　The sun rises and the moon sets, the vicissitudes of life.

　　The galaxy is boundless, the universe has no trace.

　　In an instant, everything was quiet, everything was calm, and I felt that what I saw before was just a fallen leaf.

　　In a trance, more leaves fell before my eyes.

　　Every leaf hides a whole universe.

　　They are born...and then perish.

　　In the shattered darkness, there is a faint golden light that makes people yearn for it.

　　The golden light is boundless, like the ocean of Wang Yang.

　　Lifting his head, he barely saw a half-pointed figure.

　　It is a boundless and vast Buddha!

　　Its precious appearance is solemn, and the Buddha's light on his body is bright and not dazzling, falling in people's eyes and hearts.

　　Zhu Hao actually felt a long-lost peace.

　　Even from the bottom of my heart, I couldn't help but have the thought of wanting to worship and convert to Buddhism.

　　He lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Buddhist, you really are the best at deceiving people, and I almost lied to me!"

　　The voice fell, and everything in front of him dissipated, like a dream.

　　The monk in white got up and paced slowly, but came to Zhu Hao the next moment.

　　He performed a Buddhist ritual very quietly.

　　"The poor monk Shenxiu, I have seen the donor!".

Chapter 108

　　Hearing the monk's self-introduction, Zhu Hao raised his eyebrows.

　　God show?

　　It turned out to be him, no wonder the means are so profound!

　　This name, even if Zhu Hao doesn't know much about Buddhism, is still not unfamiliar.

　　Zen Buddhism has an allusion.

　　Shenxiu and Huineng discuss Taoism.

　　Shenxiu said: "The body is like a bodhi tree, and the heart is a bright mirror. Always wipe it off, and don't let it cause dust."

　　Huineng said, "There is no tree in Bodhi, and the mirror is not a stage. Originally there is nothing, where can it be stained with dust?"

　　In this discussion, Master Hongren, the Fifth Patriarch of Buddhism, believed that Huineng had won.

　　And passed on the inheritance to Hui Neng, making him the sixth patriarch of Buddhism.

　　Although Shenxiu was defeated, he was not discouraged, angry, hated, or resentful.

　　Still diligently cultivating the Dharma, he eventually opened up the Gradual Enlightenment School, which advocates long-term thinking and understanding.

　　It is comparable to the Epiphany School created by Huineng.

　　This is an eminent monk who has truly cultivated Buddhism into his heart, and is equivalent to a legend in Buddhism.

　　It can almost be compared with the ancestors of Buddhism.

　　No wonder those eyes are full of wisdom.

　　Zhu Hao is looking at Shenxiu, and Shenxiu is also observing Zhu Hao.

　　From Zhu Hao's appearance until now, he has been observing for a long time.

　　But he still couldn't see through Zhu Hao.

　　Like looking at flowers in the fog, the hazy feeling makes one want to go crazy.

　　Wei Wei sighed and said, "The donor really isn't an ordinary person."

　　Zhu Hao said, "Why do you see it?"

　　Shenxiu said: "The poor monk can't see through the donor."

　　Zhu Hao smiled and said, "If you can't see through, I'm not an ordinary person?"

　　Shenxiu nodded: "Yes!"

　　Zhu Hao said again: "Then how many people in this world can you see through?"

　　Shenxiu pondered for a moment, and said, "From the dealers and pawns to the emperors and generals, they are all in the eyes of the poor monk."

　　He said this very seriously.

　　No pride, no pride, just a matter of fact.

　　He once sat on the barren reefs in the sea, watching the ebb and flow of the tide, and at a glance it was five hundred years.

　　I also once sat on the streets of the market, watching people come and go, all beings, and it was another five hundred years at a glance.

　　Once sitting on the top of the mountain, watching the sunrise and sunset, the changing seasons.

　　I once sat cross-legged under a tree, watching the leaves fall, the cicadas wither...

　　The eyes have seen too much.

　　Finally let him become a Buddha on the spot!

　　Few people in the world can compare to him.

　　Almost no one can escape his eyes.

　　Even if they are both terrestrial immortals, at this moment, they can know all about them.

　　But Zhu Hao is different, he really can't see through.

　　If it wasn't for Zhu Hao, who happened to be at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, he would have seen him in his eyes.

　　Even if he was standing in front of him, he would not be able to judge Zhu Hao's cultivation.

　　Especially those eyes, he felt that it was even more powerful than his own eyes.

　　Unfathomable?

　　It's not enough to describe Zhu Hao's eyes.

　　If they stared at each other for a long time, Shenxiu would even suspect that his xinxing would be shaken.

　　Zhu Hao nodded lightly when he heard the words.

　　He didn't doubt it.

　　Immediately, he glanced at the horizon and said, "Change the place?"

　　Shenxiu nodded: "It should be like this."

　　When the words fell, a crisp sword chanting was heard, and the sword light had disappeared into the sky.

　　Shenxiu raised her head, slightly stunned.

　　Then he stepped forward and rose into the air.

　　……

　　On the top of the mountain, the view is empty.

　　Zhu Hao didn't fall down, he stepped on the sword and hovered with his hands behind his back.

　　After three breaths, another figure came to him.

　　Whispered: "The sword of the donor is also very extraordinary."

　　There was a hint of shock in the plain voice.

　　Only the hand that Zhu Hao showed just now is worthy of his previous evaluation.

　　Zhu Hao said lightly, "Are you complimenting me, or my sword?"

　　Shenxiu said: "The divine sword has a spirit and will choose its own master. Both are extraordinary."

　　Zhu Hao said: "You praise it like this, when it pierces your throat later, the blood flower should look better than usual."