"What kind of tricks are these two playing?" Zhao Min was also confused and couldn't help frowning.
"The two nobles don't know that Prajna Palm is the most profound palm method in Shaolin Temple. Prajna Buddhism emphasizes emptiness, so the power of Prajna Palm is invisible, and there is no form, feeling, thought, and consciousness. Palm power is empty, and emptiness is nothing. Palm strength, so outsiders don't seem to have much strength, and only those who face the enemy can perceive the danger in the palm strength." Jinlun Fawang heard Hua Zheng and Zhao Min's discussion, and quickly answered the confusion.
Huazheng was bewildered, and shook his head and said, "The Zen Buddhism of the Central Plains is indeed obscure and difficult to understand. No wonder Father Khan likes the teachings of Tantric Buddhism."
Jinlun Dharma King has a bright face. The Mongol Empire is now powerful and powerful. Various sects have sent envoys to preach to the Mongol royal family, including not only Buddhism in China, Quanzhen and other schools, but also Zoroastrianism in the Western Regions, Catholicism, etc., but the most successful There is nothing more famous than Tubo Tantra. Several masters of Tantrism were regarded as honored guests by Mongolia, and they themselves were appointed as national teachers. Basiba of Nalanda Temple was revered as emperor teacher, and even Sang Jie, the second-generation disciple of Shingon School Prince Ari Boke thinks highly of it, and it seems that Tantric Buddhism will become the state religion of Mongolia in the near future.
"What the princess said is very true. Those monks in Middle Earth like to say some obscure and obscure words. If you ask him to explain, he can't explain clearly. It is also called that you have not realized it yourself, but you have realized it. Then I naturally understood. It’s okay to deceive the ignorant common people with such words, but it’s ridiculous to deceive the great Genghis Khan.”
"The national teacher is serious. Because of the obscure and difficult teachings of Zen Buddhism in China, there are indeed many eminent monks who deceive the world and steal their names, but there are also people who are truly enlightened." Zhao Min paused and shook his head slightly. Known eminent monks are often confused, how can ordinary people understand it."
Everyone here is talking about Buddhism, but the two people fighting over there are extremely dangerous. Song Qingshu's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are fierce and unparalleled, but Xuan Cheng's Prajna Palm is empty and weak. Every time Song Qingshu's palms are hit with all his strength, but he hits a ball of cotton, the palm power is unknowingly turned into nothing by the opponent. After dozens of tricks, Song Qingshu felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Great monk, it seems that you haven't practiced the highest state of Prajna Palm, 'one air to the end'." Song Qingshu remembered that in the original book, Xuanci used Prajna Palm to fight against Qiao Feng's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and finally Only at the critical moment did I realize the true meaning of 'all empty to the end'.
"I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable. Ordinary people know that Prajna Palm is not easy, but you also know that the highest level of Prajna Palm is 'one empty to the end'!" Xuan Cheng showed a strange expression, "But look at Your Excellency's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. , it seems that he has never reached the peak."
"The Great Monk really has bright eyes," Song Qingshu exclaimed, "Since you and I have never mastered palm technique to the extreme, it will be difficult to tell the winner if we continue fighting like this, so why not let it go?"
Xuan Cheng was quite moved, but he soon showed a look of hesitation: "You rescued the female devil today, and as a result, I don't know how many innocent lives will be lost to her in the future. This crime, the poor monk himself I will teach you well."
Xuan Cheng understands that although he temporarily has the upper hand at this time, it is not easy to beat Song Qingshu in a short time. But so far all he has used is the Prajna Palm. If he uses the other twelve excellent arts at the same time, the power of the move will be doubled. In addition, he has not yet used the magic wand that he is better at, so Xuan Cheng is confident that he will really fight. It's okay to teach Song Qingshu a lesson.
"Great Monk, may I ask if killing a few people is a more serious crime, or killing tens of thousands of people?" Song Qingshu said while parrying Xuan Cheng's continuous attacks.
Xuan Cheng was stunned, and quickly said: "Although there is a saying in Buddhism that all living beings are equal, everything in the world is illusory. There is no difference between killing one person and killing tens of thousands of people. However, the poor monk is still in the world of mortals, and he still cannot comprehend the detachment. Realm. In the eyes of the poor monk, killing tens of millions of people is a more serious crime."
"That's it. Li Mochou just killed a few people, and the evil he did was only a small evil. Instead, the princess over there, with thousands of troops, invaded the middle land and slaughtered thousands of us. My compatriots, this is the real big evil. You let the big evil go, but hold on to the small evil. Could it be that you are concerned about the many masters around the princess, so you pretend not to see it, and you have to bully the lonely Li Mochou?" Song Qingshu swung Xuan Cheng away with a move of two dragons out of the water, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Bastard! How can the poor monk be afraid of them." Xuan Cheng said angrily, but he also withdrew his skills and didn't intend to continue to pounce.
"This Song Shaoxia is really eloquent. The two armies are fighting each other based on their own abilities. There is no right or wrong. What's more, we went south this time to discuss peace with the Song court. If the peace negotiation is successful, I don't know How many innocent lives will be saved, this kind of merit is comparable to Li Mochou, a cold-blooded female devil who kills innocent people indiscriminately."
Zhao Min glanced at the broken Zhu Chai on the pillar, feeling lost in his heart, and looked at Song Qingshu with a trace of hatred in his eyes.
"I don't know that the Princess Princess bloodbathed the six major sects, and even the emptiness of the four great monks of Shaolin Temple was beheaded by your subordinates. Does this count as killing innocent people indiscriminately?"
Hearing that Zhao Min said that this trip was going south to negotiate a peace, Song Qingshu was secretly startled. If Mongolia ceases war with the Southern Song Dynasty, it seems that it has changed its strategy of attacking everywhere. Not surprisingly, Mongolia will definitely attack a country with the force of thunder, but I don’t know if it will be Jin or Qing, or the Mingjiao of the Western Regions. Department etc.
If you attack the Mingjiao, you will be happy to hear it, but if you attack the Qing Dynasty, you have not fully digested the strength of the Qing Dynasty. It is really bad for Mongolia to fight at this time.
Song Qingshu was still meditating there, but Xuan Cheng glared at the Mongolian group: "Are you that demon girl Zhao Min?"
At that time, Abbot Xuanci led the eminent monks out of the temple and arranged for Kongwen and others to stay in the temple. Who knew that Zhao Min used ten incense soft tendons to loosen all the monks and took them all to Wan'an Temple, which almost caused Shaolin Temple to be wiped out, and Master Kongxing was killed. Cutting off the head is really a great shame and humiliation to Shaolin Temple.
Even though Xuan Cheng heard them calling Zhao Min the Princess of the Princess just now, he didn't pay much attention to it. After all, there are so many princesses and princesses in Mongolia. It wasn't until Song Qingshu broke the news that he realized that this delicate girl in front of him was actually the big enemy of the faction.
"Demon girl suffers!" Xuan Cheng's eyes widened angrily, and he slashed towards Zhao Min with a single palm.
Hearing the conversation between the two, Shenjian Baxiong was already on alert. Seeing Xuan Cheng rushing towards him, he drew his bow and shot at him.
Seeing this, Xuancheng stopped, didn't dodge, took a deep breath, and the monk's robe became extremely bulging, like an inflated balloon, standing upright on the spot. . When the bow and arrow shot at him, there was only the sound of metal and iron intersecting. The bow and arrow hit the monk's robe, as if they were bounced off by an invisible force, and all fell to his feet.
After a rain of arrows, even Xuan Cheng's monk's robe was not even pierced. Song Qingshu's eyes were fixed, Jinlun Fawang and Xuanming's elders also shouted: "King Kong is not broken!"
Xuan Cheng didn't say a word, while Shenjian Baxiong and others were stunned, he opened his mouth and roared, and sound waves visible to the naked eye attacked everyone.
"The Buddhist lion roars! Hurry up and protect the princess and princess!" Jinlun Dharma King was startled and angry, and quickly raised a big golden wheel to protect the two women. In front of the girls, block most of the sound waves for them.
The rest of Zhao Min's guards were not so lucky, and they covered their ears in pain and fell to the ground and howled. Although Shenjian Baxiong was excellent in archery, he was not good at internal strength, and he was not much better than ordinary guards. It didn't take long for his mouth and nose to bleed from the shock.
The people guarding Zhao Min Huazheng were not much better, Jinlun Fawang looked dignified, and the faces of the two elders Xuanming trembled slightly, because they had suffered a lot of internal injuries just now, and now they were obviously approaching their limit, Ah Da Ah Er Ah San trembled all over , A trace of blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Song Qingshu was not directly in front of Xuan Cheng's attack. With his skill, the lion's roar naturally had no effect on him. He couldn't help but move a chair and sit down. With a move of Qinglong to absorb water, he sucked a flagon from the counter , Drinking from the sidelines and watching the show.
After a while, Xuan Cheng's lion's roar finally finished. Zhao Min and Hua Zheng were fine because they were protected by many masters, but most of their subordinates were stumbling around, obviously losing their fighting power. The only ones who can still stand unharmed are Jinlun Fawang, the elders Xuanming and Ah Da Ah Er Asan, and Ah Da Ah Er Asan was injured by Zhang Wuji, and after recovering, his strength is only seven levels at the peak Left and right, so he was startled by the Xuancheng lion's roar, and already suffered a lot of internal injuries.
"I heard that Kong Xing in this temple died at the hands of a Shaolin master Dali Vajra Finger from the Western Regions. If the poor monk is not mistaken, he should be Your Excellency." What is Dali Vajra Finger.
"So what if I killed him? That bald donkey's dragon-clawed hands are amazing, and that's what it is." Although Ah San knew she was invincible, she didn't want to lose her momentum.
"Okay, the poor monk will use the dragon's claw hand to meet Your Excellency's powerful Vajra Finger for a while." Xuan Cheng was expressionless, and as soon as he finished speaking, he protruded with his left hand, and with a gust of wind in his right hand, he grabbed the big acupoint on Ah San's left shoulder. .
Ah San had fought against emptiness before, so he naturally knew that this was the Dragon Claw Hand's 'holding the cloud' style, so he quickly moved his powerful vajra finger to poke Xuan Cheng's elbow, thinking to himself that his vajra finger would break the stele and crack the stone, The poke on the person's body was a blood hole, Xuancheng had to withdraw his move if he wanted to keep his arm.
Xuan Cheng didn't panic, and pressed down with his right hand, which happened to catch Ah San's powerful vajra finger. Ah San only felt a sharp pain from his fingertips, as if his finger was poking on a piece of thousand-year-old black iron. Those two fingers were broken inch by inch.
Before Ah San could react, Xuan Cheng's false left hand had already caught his throat. Ah Da and Ah Er turned pale with fright, and rushed over to rescue him. She broke Ah San's neck.
"Kongxing, I let him die under your famous stunt, I hope you can rest in peace."
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