Poor monk, the name is invincible!

Zen Master Zhishan looked at Hongji, couldn’t help but smile slightly, and said to a disciple behind him: “Wufan, let’s talk to this Hongji master of the Great Hanging Temple first.” ”

“Yes!”

Hearing this, the disciple immediately came out of the line, walked in front of Hongji, and stood opposite him.

“Little monk Wufan, disciple of the Tian’en Temple Jingtan Courtyard, please teach Senior Brother Hongji!”

Enlightenment.

“Please!”

Hongji positive color.

At that moment, the two began to talk about Zen against each other.

The two of them each quoted scriptures and debated the Zen Dharma.

Lin Yu followed Master Xuanzhen and Jing Xian and the others to sit down in one corner and watch the debate between the two in the field.

A moment later, Xuanzhen Zen Master suddenly shook his head and sighed: “Tian’en Temple dared to come to my Great Hanging Temple to meditate on the Dharma, and I really came prepared. ”

“Master Hongji is already one of the most outstanding disciples in our temple, but his understanding of Buddhism is still far from that of this enlightened little monk of Tian’en Temple…”

Hearing Xuanzhen Zen Master’s words, Lin Yu, who was sitting behind, also nodded his head imperceptibly.

The enlightenment of Tian’en Temple has reached an extremely profound realm of comprehension of the scriptures of various Buddhist scriptures, and Na Hongji of the Great Hanging Temple is obviously inferior by more than one.

All kinds of Buddhist classics and wonderful meanings, that enlightenment can be described as easy-to-know, and eloquent, and astute and alert.

In just a moment of the two Zen debates, Hongji has been asked several times dumb, speechless.

Seeing this, the monks of the Great Hanging Temple present could only shake their heads helplessly.

“Amitabha Buddha, Senior Brother Wufan’s Dharma is profound, it can be described as a word and a word, and he is shrewd and eloquent, and together with the Buddha’s teachings, the little monk is ashamed of himself!”

Hongji sighed softly, and he had directly admitted defeat in terms of Zen debate.

But then he changed his tone and said, “The little monk is gifted and stupid, and the Buddhism is not the strength of the little monk.” However, my Buddhist disciples should also use divine cultivation as a support for the Buddha Sect, perform demons and demons, and save the people in the world. ”

“Yes, although the little monk’s Buddhism is not as profound as Senior Brother Wufan, but in terms of cultivation and divine power, he wants to ask Senior Brother Wufan for another lesson or two, I don’t know what Senior Brother Wufan wants?”

Hongji knew that Buddhism and Zen Debate were far from being Wufan’s opponents, but he also did not want to cause the Great Hanging Temple to be dusted because of him because of the prestige of the Great Hanging Temple, in order to save a game and win face with his cultivation powers.

When Wufan heard this, he couldn’t help but glance back at Zen Master Zhishan and saw that Zen Master Zhishan nodded slightly to him, and then clasped his hands together and said, “Amitabha!” Although the little monk is a disciple of our temple and altar, majoring in Buddhism and Zen, and cultivating divine powers is not a master, but since Senior Brother Hongji is willing to teach, the little monk has no reason to do so. ”

“As the saying goes, the Dharma is one. Use Buddhism to help the world, enlighten all sentient beings, use divine powers to subdue demons, and support justice. Please also ask Senior Brother Hongji for advice! ”

“Then you are offended!”

Hongji took a breath, and immediately the Buddha power on his body surged, his hand formed the Dharma seal, and he recited the mantra: “Miaoxin Enlightenment Bodhi, Dharma Enlightenment is solemn!” Hum, Laphazade—”

Airplanes!

Golden brilliance!

A Bodhi Dharma manifested, and the Dao Sanskrit turned into a golden Bodhi Fist Seal, descending from the sky.

The momentum was as powerful as a mountain, as if the surrounding space was crushed, and the stone bricks on the ground were shattered inch by inch, completely unable to withstand the pressure of this terrifying Bodhi Fist Seal.

However, the Wufan on the other side looked light and breezy, his face was calm, he still stood still, his lips were open, and he silently recited the mantra——

Wow!

The golden Buddha light bloomed from Wufan’s body, and the golden light of the Dao wrapped around his body, as if endless Sanskrit words were constantly manifesting and disappearing in that golden light, turning into a glazed pagoda to cover it.

On top of that pagoda, there seems to be a Arhat Tota standing, majestic but not angry.

Don’t move like a mountain!

Thundered!

Loud roar.

The Bodhi Fist Seal smashed fiercely on the glazed pagoda, and the Buddha’s power stirred.

But no matter how Hongji urged that Bodhi Fist Seal, he could never shake that glazed pagoda in the slightest!

Wufan looked at Hongji with a calm smile on his face, and said lightly: “The little monk is dedicated to studying Buddhism and Zen teachings, and he is overjoyed by the divine powers, so he rarely practices the method of divine powers, but this Dacheng Glazed Pagoda mantra protects his body.” ”

“If Senior Brother Hongji can break through the little monk’s glazed pagoda guard, then this game will be the little monk’s defeat.”

Hearing Wufan’s words, Hongji’s face did not have the slightest joy, but became more and more solemn.

“Although this person said that he did not cultivate magical powers, only this glazed pagoda spell to protect him, he has a deep understanding of the Dharma, and has already cultivated this mantra, and if it is not bad, this person’s condensed method is the ‘Tota Arhat’ method, which complements this mantra.”

“This spell is so strong that it can be described as inviolable! With my strength, it is almost impossible to break through this curse protection…”

Hongji looked helpless.

Xuanzhen Zen Master couldn’t help but sigh softly: “Although this enlightened little monk only has this curse to support, he is almost invincible. Hongji Shi’s nephew cultivation is only in the early stage of the Dharma Phase Realm, and his cultivation is comparable to the other party, and if he wants to break the other party’s magic spell protection, there is no possibility at all. ”

“It seems that this scene, my Great Hanging Temple has finally landed…”

Xuanzhen Zen Master secretly shook his head.

Naturally, Xuan Zhen was not the only one who saw this, and the head of the Great Hanging Temple, Xuandu Zen Master, knew it when he saw Wufan cast the Glazed Pagoda Spell.

At that moment, he slowly spoke: “Hongji, come back!” ”

“Yes, host!”

Hongji sighed, withdrew his magical power, bowed slightly to Xuandu Zen Master, and said ashamedly: “The disciple cultivates shallowly, insults the temple gate, and hopes to preside over the punishment!” ”

Xuandu shook his head and said lightly: “It’s just to prove the Dharma to each other, and to discuss one or two, how can we talk about insulting the temple and punishing it?” Hongji, you go down first! ”

“Yes!”

Hongji was even more ashamed in his heart, and retreated with a shameful face.

At this time, Master Xuandu looked at Wufan and said, “Little Master Wufan is indeed worthy of being a master disciple of Tian’en Temple, not only is the Buddha superb, although he is not refined in Shentong, but he also has such a spell to support, standing undefeated, Lao Gu admires!” ”

“Amitabha Buddha, the Zen master has won the award, and the little monk is ashamed to be one!”

Wufan was taken aback and hurriedly saluted.

After all, Xuandu Zen Master was the head of the Great Hanging Temple, one of the three major Buddhist holy places in the world, and when he commented on it like this, Wufan was flattered and panicked.

Zen Master Zhishan couldn’t help but smile and said, “Master Xuandu, although Master Hongji of your temple owes a little Buddhism, he has good supernatural powers, and he has already condensed the Bodhi Dharma at such a young age, which is worthy of being a master disciple of the Great Hanging Temple. ”

“It’s really a fluke that this Wufan master and nephew can win a small victory.”

This is clearly a commercial blow-off.

But then, Zen Master Zhishan changed his tone and said, “I wonder which of the masters of your temple is willing to continue to debate with Master Wufan and nephew or confirm the magic of the Dharma?” ”

When Xuandu heard this, he couldn’t help frowning, and his gaze swept over the disciples of the Great Hanging Temple around him.