Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 409

[Chapter 405 Arhat Fist]

Just as the descending dragon descended into the world and used his own Buddhist meaning to draw out the Tripitaka, and then the Tripitaka was transformed into a Buddhist avenue that connects thousands of miles to the sky, a great excitement is also going on in Dongcang City.

On Jiange.

Adama took a deep breath and stepped onto the ring.

He clasped his hands together and saluted the opponent in front of him.

Opposite him was a Confucian scholar who looked to be about twenty years old. He smiled back at Adama and said, “I have seen Shaolin Master!” At the top of the mountain, the martial arts academy has divided departments similar to those of the previous university. Students can decide on majors and minors according to their qualifications and interests. No matter which school or school of Kungfu you learn, you will eventually have a common name-disciple of the martial arts school.

In the martial arts academy, each martial arts system will select a student with the highest achievement to become a senior brother or senior sister, form a martial arts federation, and manage the entire martial arts academy together with the martial arts worship group designated by Chen Luo operation. The first Shaolin Master Brother is Adamo.

Since the establishment of the Wuyuan, Shaolin has always been an embarrassing existence. In terms of background, there is a Taoist sect secretly funding, Wudang is simply open, it wants people, money and money, Tai Chi and Tai Chi Sword are even more profound; Beiming Divine Art, etc. all exuded a misty fairy air, especially the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect, no matter male or female, their appearance and body were all the best choices, which created a huge temptation for young people who had just entered the road of warriors.

In addition, the Beggar Gang, which was blessed by Guo Jing and Qiao Feng;

And the Emei School, where Su Qianqian is the master sister, is also the first choice of many female warriors.

Even the Five Sacred Sword Sect, which has always been at the bottom of the chain of contempt among colleges and departments, because Lang Feixian merged poetic swordsmanship into martial arts, resulting in a sharp increase in the strength of swordsmen, and the number of applicants for disciples has skyrocketed recently.

Only in Chen Luoshu, Shaolin, known as Taishan Beidou, has been tepid. Even with the heaven-defying image of the floor-sweeping monk in “The Eight Parts of the Dragon”, people are afraid to get close.

There are no more than three reasons.

The first is the relationship between Buddhism in the Western Regions. In the minds of the Daxuan people, they have never had a good impression of Buddhism, and Shaolin’s Zen seems to be inextricably linked with Buddhism, which makes people resist it inherently. Coupled with the fact that some self-made clever remarks are also rampant, it is believed that Shaolin and Buddhism are at odds. At that time, Chen Luo may abandon Shaolin for the sake of martial arts. Therefore, many people have concerns when choosing Shaolin.

The second is the threshold of Shaolin martial arts. Different from direct comprehension of other martial arts, although in theory Shaolin martial arts can be learned by everyone, without qualification problems, but in fact, you need to master the corresponding Buddhist principles before you can master martial arts, which is a step slower than others. If the Dharma is unreasonable, then Shaolin martial arts will become a mirror image.

In the end, it was Chen Luo’s attitude. Chen Luo did not intend to establish Zen as a religion, but positioned it as a special learning principle, so Shaolin warriors would not take the initiative to spread the teachings to ordinary people. I do my practice, I help you and love you, but I don’t ask you to support me and believe in me.

So all kinds of reasons put together, although Shaolin has a great reputation, the number of disciples is very small.

Adama’s eyes were like lightning, and he looked at his opponent. Although he prayed to Buddha, he was also a warrior. Great Buddhist principles are in front of him, but no one gets close to him. This is his most urgent thing. He hoped that by virtue of his extraordinary performance in martial arts, he would attract more people’s attention and let more people understand the Buddhist meaning he came into contact with.

As for Jiange, it is the best stage.

“Can we start?” the Confucian scholar said gently. This person’s surname is Yan, and his name is Yan Benyu. He is the Yan family’s disciple who presented Chen Luo’s “Fishing Old Man Picture” at the beginning, and he majors in Yan’s painting.

Adama nodded: “Please!”

Yan Benyu was not polite, and immediately stepped back two steps, a blank picture scroll appeared, Yan Benyu’s thoughts moved slightly, and the majestic righteousness fell on the picture scroll.

In an instant, a blue light flashed on the scroll, and thousands of arrows came from the painting and shot towards Adamo

…

“Brother Zhu, look at this match, can Adamo win?” Looking at Lun Jiange, he asked Zhu Hesong, a great scholar beside him.

These two great Confucians, who were on duty at the Martial Academy today, were sitting in the worship hall, bored, so they set their sights on the Pavilion of the Sword.

Zhu Hesong narrowed his eyes: “It’s hard to say you can’t win, but you can’t say you won’t win either. Half and half, what do you think?”

Jin Helan frowned slightly: “Am I asking you or you asking me?”

Zhu Hesong was taken aback: “You’re asking me! Then I asked again, don’t you understand this? You are a fake Confucian!”

Jin Helan stroked his forehead and sighed, “I will be your grandson if I talk to you again!

” Don’t talk about ethics. Besides, you don’t have a grandmother!”

“You don’t have a grandmother!”

“Look, aren’t you a grandson?”

Listening to the bickering between the two, the great Confucians who have long been used to it With a slight smile, Xiang Jixuan stood up to smooth things over and said, “I think it will be very difficult for Adama to win.”

“Marquis Wu has practiced martial arts for six thousand miles, but so far, except for Marquis Wu himself, the rest of the people in martial arts are still far away from six thousand miles. There is a little distance. Those geniuses are all hunting high-level bloodlines.”

Speaking of this, another great scholar nodded lightly: “Nowadays, there are fires raging in the barbarian plain, and the sweat part of the tower bones is falling apart. Escape. Speaking of which, Ji Zhong hasn’t come back for eight or nine days…”

“The life-saving object on his body has not been touched, so there should be no danger. I think it may be a big gain. Speaking of which, so far, with three thousand miles Ji Zhong is the only one who has defeated Confucianism and Taoism with a martial arts cultivation base of six thousand miles.”

Jin Helan continued, “Exactly. Because of Mr. Lang Da’s fusion of Dao, Mr. Ji’s sword power has greatly increased, and he defeated Ku Yu from the Taoist sect. Real people.”

At this time, an old Confucianist nodded: “That Yan Benyu is the sixth-rank Enlightenment Master of the Yan family and a talented person in the Confucian school. Although it is extremely difficult to become a saint in painting, before the Great Confucianism, it is Confucianism. One of the most powerful sects. Adamo is against him, I think the winning rate is less than 10%.”

“I don’t think so.” Suddenly a voice sounded, Yan Tianbing, the head of the Yan family, also came to the worship hall at some time , He bowed to everyone, and said with a smile, “This old nephew, don’t think that he is now using the virtual to transform the real, and summon the things in the painting to attack, but his six thousand li road is basically a virtual one in the painting.”

“The old man recently I have also read Shaolin books, and the exposition of the state of mind in it is very fresh, and perhaps this illusory testament has been restrained.”

Yan Tianbing smiled and didn’t care about his own children, what other people didn’t know was that even this Yan Tianbing suggested to Adama to challenge Yan Benyu once.

…

The Great Confucianism is still talking, and Adamo and Yan Benyu have fought against each other for several rounds at the Pavilion of the Sword. Adamo also continued to display martial arts such as golden bell jar, lion’s roar, non-phase robbery finger, dragon claw hand, etc. The two sides fought back and forth, dazzling the audience and admiring them.

“Shaolin martial arts is very strong!” Some warriors sighed sincerely. Normally, those Shaolin students were thick-skinned, but now watching Adama’s actions, they realized that the foundation of Shaolin martial arts is solid, solid, complex and diverse.

“Of course, otherwise, why would Marquis Wu be so respected in the book!” Someone echoed, “It’s just… I want to modify Shaolin.

” .” Someone said calmly.

At this time on the ring, Yan Benyu frowned slightly when he saw that Adamo was not at all tired in the fight, and found that the opponent was more difficult than he imagined, so he shouted: “Be careful!”

As he said that, a writing brush appeared in his hand. Yan Benyu held the writing brush upside down, and pointed towards his eyebrows. In an instant, Yan Benyu’s figure flickered, and it was split into two, turning into two Yan Benyu. Pointing to the center of his eyebrows, it turned into four more Yan Benyu.

“It’s appeared! Daoist drawing method. Disgusting the real!” Someone exclaimed, this is a powerful technique drawn out of thin air by the Daoist drawing method. This portrait is in the body.

However, this is just the beginning. The four Yan Benyu are lined up in four directions, and the brushes in their hands are waving quickly in the void, as if they are drawing something. Naturally, Adama couldn’t let Yan Benyu do what he wanted, and immediately rushed to one of Yan Benyu. At this moment, the other Yan Benyu suddenly stopped, pointed his brush at Adamo, and suddenly a chain formed by pen and ink came out from under the ring, and Ada Mo’s legs entangled.

Adama’s mortal energy circulated, and he broke free from the chain of pen and ink, but in such a split second, the four Yan Benyu had already completed the second Dao painting technique, and opened a cyan barrier, trapping Adamo in it.

“The drawing is empty!”

Adama’s eyes blurred, and he found himself standing in the familiar garden of Siddhartha’s palace.

Drawing the sky into a prison is not a binding spell like drawing the ground into a prison, but an illusion of the soul.

A painting prison is set up in the space, and people in the painting prison can’t help drawing the things that scare them the most in their souls.

And the great terror hidden in Adama’s heart is the giant palm that covers the sky.

“The royal family of Siddhartha, cultivating pagan religion, should be destroyed!” The voice that appeared countless times in the dream exploded in his ears, Adama raised his head, and a huge palm suddenly appeared in the originally clear sky, facing towards the palace. press.

“Illusion! It’s an illusion!” Adama kept telling himself in his heart, he forced himself to raise his head, and looked at the falling giant palm.

His spirit is clear, he knows that this is an illusion caused by Yan Benyu’s technique, and it is the deepest fear in his heart.

“I have obtained the Fa-rectification, and I am not afraid of heretics!” Adama suddenly jumped up and hit the giant palm.

With a “bang”, Adama was beaten into blood foam by the giant palm.

…

Adama opened his eyes, and he stood in the garden of the palace again.

“The royal family of Siddhartha, cultivating paganism, should be destroyed!” The magnificent voice sounded again, as if the illusion just now was repeated again.

“I have obtained the Dharma!” Adama recited in his mouth, “Namo Amitabha Buddha!”

He jumped up again and faced the giant palm.

With a bang, Adamo was beaten into blood mist again.

…

Adama opened his eyes for the third time, still in the garden of the palace.

“The royal family of Siddhartha, cultivating paganism, should be destroyed!” The voice sounded for the third time.

Adama showed confusion in his eyes, why? Why can’t I break through this illusion?

Could it be that he has no true intention to lead the Fa-rectification?

Why?

…

At the same time, in the Lunjiange, Yan Benyu saw blood and tears in Adama’s eyes, and his heart tightened.

This is not the effect of painting prison!

He hurriedly started to remove the spell, but at this moment, a force came from that spell, which directly interrupted Yan Benyu’s spellcasting. Yan Benyu felt that his soul was hit hard, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Almost the next moment, the figures of Yan Tianbing and Xiang Jixuan appeared on the ring at the same time. With serious eyes, the two looked at Adama in the painting prison.

“Patriarch!” Seeing Yan Tianbing, Yan Benyu immediately shouted, “Quickly, quickly withdraw this spell. I can’t withdraw it!”

Yan Tianbing and Xiang Jixuan looked at each other, both of them looked serious.

They sensed that this technique of drawing a prison was only an introduction at best, and what was really attacking Adamo right now was the fear that Adamo had for Buddhism during his reincarnations.

Adama is from the Western Regions, and Adama is only in this life, and the previous lives must also be reincarnated in the pure land of a certain Bodhisattva. This natural fear comes from the coercion of the Buddhist Wanli Road.

Only the half holy eulogy or the blessing of the Taoist priest can resolve it.

They, too, are helpless.

“Do your best!” Yan Tianbing sighed, and just as he was about to summon his home country to descend from heaven, suddenly, Adama in the painting prison moved.

He raised his fist.

…

the illusion of the soul.

Death after death made Adama feel infinite pain in his heart.

It’s not that it can’t break the illusion, but it can’t break the fear.

He kept reciting the Buddhist scriptures of Zen, but all the principles were vulnerable to that giant palm.

“Is what I’m looking for the true Buddha?”

Adama shook his head abruptly, throwing away the distracting thoughts just now.

“The Fa-rectification and the true Buddha are in my heart.”

“Thousands of miles, you can’t reach the other shore!”

After speaking, Adama suddenly smiled and clenched his fists again.

For a time, Adama’s heart blossomed.

“Unfortunately, I haven’t seen the road to the Purdue of the Sea of Bitterness.” After the words

fell, a melody seemed to come from a distant place and fell into Adama’s ears.

“The shoes are torn, the hat is torn, and the cassock on his body is torn…”

Following the voice, the golden light in Adamo’s eyes flashed, and a golden road of thousands of miles appeared in his eyes, leading to the endless Qingming.

Adamo blinked again, and the golden road of ten thousand miles disappeared, but one after another power poured into Adamo’s fist. He raised his fist and punched the sky-shaking giant palm.

In an instant, streaks of golden light flew out of Adamo’s fist, piercing through the giant palm in the blink of an eye, and the wound in the giant palm burst into golden light, and it cracked inch by inch in front of Adamo’s eyes.

The dark clouds receded, and a ray of sunlight shone on Adamo.

Adama clasped his hands together and bowed to the south.

…

Looking at the picture prison that was disintegrated by a punch, Yan Tianbing’s mouth twitched, and he looked at Xiang Jixuan: “What kind of punch is this?”

Before Xiang Jixuan could answer, Adamo’s voice came.

“Shaolin, Arhat Fist!”

For me who was fishing in a meeting, what I was most afraid of was that my friends in the screenwriting studio caught up with the update, and then my soul asked: Teacher X, aren’t you in a meeting? When was it coded?

I smiled bitterly: Guess.

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Don’t ask me where Chapter 404 went.

No 404s!

(end of this chapter)