Tales of Herding Gods - 37. Chapter 37

Master Ma’s chest was ups and downs, obviously not in a calm mood, and coldly said: “I broke my arm and sent it to Da Leiyin Temple to return the magical powers of Da Leiyin Temple. Why chase me down and let my wife disperse? Since I insist on death, why can’t I spread the magical powers of Da Lei Yin Temple?”

The old monk shook his head and said, “Junior Brother, one arm does not represent all magical powers.”

Master Ma chuckled: “Not all my supernatural powers come from Da Leiyin Temple. Do you want to abolish the other supernatural powers in me? I came from Da Leiyin Temple, but I was relying on my own back then. You did not dare to stop me at the time. When I had a wife and children, you came to the door again. I was willing to cut myself off for the safety of my wife and children, and returned your magical powers in the Great Leiyin Temple!”

His face was gloomy: “What then? You chase me down, let my wife go away, my family will be destroyed!”

The old monk raised his eyebrows: “Rules are rules, and changes are not rules. The mundane world interferes with cultivation, brother, in fact, we are not trying to kill you, but to save you from the sea of red dust and to return to Da Leiyin Temple to practice. , In order to become a true fruit. If you did not move your heart and played the Da Leiyin Temple, now the seat of the Da Leiyin Temple is yours. If you are willing to follow me back to the temple, the old Tathagata will definitely be very pleased, Tathagata The seat is still yours.” (Zhaizhu Note: The folk saying of the Tathagata refers to Sakyamuni, but the Buddhist professional saying that the Tathagata refers to the Buddha. As long as it is a Buddha, it is the Tathagata. The Buddhist scriptures say that the truth is, Therefore, Tathagata refers to the realm of Buddha.)

“go back?”

Ma Ye said nonchalantly: “I was killed back then. If I want to go back, I will naturally kill it too!”

The old monk sank, and sighed: “Tathagata will be disappointed. The young man on this stage is your disciple? You taught him the Eight Leiyin Manners, but you didn’t teach me the heart of Da Leiyin Temple. The Tathagata Mahayana.”

He looked at Qin Mu, who was fighting with a young man in the ring, and said: “The Tathagata Mahayana Sutra is the method of conquering demons. Without this mental method, Leiyin’s Eight Forms is illusory, no matter how strong it is. Today I brought my disciples. Come, Mingxin, come to meet Master Uncle!”

Behind him, a tall and thin young monk stepped forward, hung a Buddhist bead in his hand, and saluted: “Uncle Shi.”

The old monk fluttered his eyebrows and said: “Mingxin is also a warrior in the spiritual birth realm. My Zen stick is held here, is my junior betting?”

The grandmother raised her eyebrows and was about to speak, and Master Ma said blankly: “Clear rules and precepts are all bullshit. I bet against you. How much is my head than your Gai Zi Luo Zen stick?”

The old monk nodded and said: “The weight is almost the same.”

The blind man, grandma, pharmacist and others frowned and were about to persuade him, Ma Ye flatly said: “If Muer loses, you take my head back to Da Leiyin Temple to see Tathagata, if Muer wins, the stick will stay. , Roll as far as you are.”

“Goodness.”

The old monk said to the Mingxin little monk: “Today, as a teacher, I want to take back the magical powers of the Great Leiyin Temple from the betrayers. If you win, it is your merit.”

Clearly said yes, and walked towards the ring.

On the ring, the young man who fought with Qin Mu was a master of swordsmanship. He walked the way of Senior Brother Qu among the five Lijiang sons. His sword was not more than three feet away from his body. Unlike Senior Brother Qu, his sword was not very big. Like a dagger, eight inches long, small, but more dangerous!

From time to time, this small sword would pierce out from strange places, such as under the armpits, under the hips, and into his clothes, and out of his sleeves when Qin Mu confronted him!

With Qi Yujian and mastery of sword control to such an extent, it is no longer inferior to Lijiang disciple Qianqiu, much more than Senior Brother Qu.

Moreover, this person actually has a brilliant accomplishment in combat techniques. His palm skills are very profound, and his momentum is like a towering mountain. When he spit out his palm strength, a mountain pattern suddenly appeared in his palm.

However, at this moment, the winners and losers in the ring are clear. Qin Muli’s moves are fierce, and his footwork is quick. The young man suffered a big loss when he fought him for the first time. Qin Mu’s vigorous vitality directly destroyed his vitality!

What Qin Mu used was Nine Dragons Wind and Thunder. Although the nine-fold power only broke out with three levels, it had already injured his heart and soul. Despite the exquisite swordsmanship, the defeat was set.

Qin Mu ran in disorderly steps, like thousands of chaotic snakes wandering in the grass, from east to west, back and forth, so that the young man could not see where his attack came from, the next moment, he back With a pain in my heart, he was knocked into the air by Qin Mu.

The young man landed, startled, and bowed to Qin Mu on the ring to thank him: “Thank you for your mercy, brother.”

Although Qin Mu’s palm was printed on the back of his heart just now, it was powerful, but the power was not sturdy and did not hurt his heart and lungs. Otherwise, with Qin Mu’s strength, he would definitely be able to crush his internal organs. !

“Do you want to rest?” Mingyue had been standing there waiting quietly, and only then asked when Qin Mu defeated the young man.

Qin Mu’s gaze fell on him. The monk was young, wearing a white robes, not staining a trace of dust, even the shoes under his feet were white, and he was very white. Although she shaved her hair, she still looked very handsome, which made people feel good.

He was about to answer no, when the grandmother’s voice suddenly came: “rest, you must rest!”

Qin Mu didn’t understand what he meant, but just as the grandmother had said, sat down to rest and adjust his breath. His “Overlord Body Three Alchemy” is suitable for practicing while running. Although he has faced more than a dozen warriors, his vitality has not been consumed much, he is still in the peak state, but his body is a little tired.

Granny Si took a glass of water onto the ring and sent it to Qin Mu’s hands, and whispered: “Mu’er, no matter what means you use, you must win this time, and you must never lose! Your grandpa Ma and the old thief are betting on I’m going to put my life on it!”

Qin Mu’s heart jumped, and he quickly looked at Ma Ye, his face was indifferent, and his voice came: “Mu’er, Ba Ti Wushuang will never lose! I believe you.”

Despite what he said, Qin Mu was still a little flustered. Although the people in the village were all his relatives, the only thing he was closest to was Master Ma. Back then, Master Ma carried the stone statue and Grandma with one arm. We went out of the village together, picked him back from the river, and saved his life!

If he could lose, wouldn’t it be possible to kill Ma Ye?

At this time, the pharmacist frowned, Ma Ye believes that Qin Mu is a Wushuang domineering body and has confidence in Qin Mu, but Qin Mu is not a domineering body after all.

He now regrets that he had to help the village chief to conceal the white lie. If he had told them the truth earlier, Ma Ye would not be slapped with his life.

It is precisely because of his trust in Qin Mu that Lord Ma bet his life with the old monk!

Suddenly, the pharmacist showed a fierce look: “If Muer loses, then kill the old bald donkey and the little bald donkey, and you can’t let Ma Ye die!”

On the ring, Qin Mu desperately wanted to stabilize his mind, but only affected the lives of his closest relatives. How could this heart settle down?

The dumb gestured with gestures, and the blind man leaned on crutches and said leisurely: “Don’t remind him that this temple fair is a test. After passing, he will grow up. If he can’t make it, he is still a child.”

After a while, Qin Mu slowly stood up, looked at the tall and thin little monk on the opposite side, and slowly said, “Monk, do you have a Buddha in your heart?”

Mingxin folded his hands together, and said solemnly: “My Buddha is always in my heart.”

call–

Qin Mu exhaled a mouthful of turbid energy, and his body’s vitality became domineering and fierce, and a lawless spirit spouted out of his small body.

“I!”

He took a step forward, and the vigor that came out of his small body even gave people a feeling of passion and passion, standing like a god, and his voice was deafening: “There is no god, no Buddha, no devil in my heart! I am a god, I am a Buddha. , It’s the devil!”

As soon as he said this, the old monk sitting opposite Ma Ye showed a shocked expression and turned his head to look at Qin Mu!