Fei Bo and Zhishang slowly stepped onto the ring under the gaze of everyone.
"The White Horse Temple cannot be defeated, and neither can the poor monk, so today the poor monk will make every effort to eliminate you."
Hearing Zhishang's words, Fei Bo grinned and said, "Hey, if you don't have to work hard, the poor monk still feels boring."
"If you hurt you, don't blame the poor monk for being rude."
"My Buddha is compassionate, Brother Zhishang can rest assured that the poor monk will keep you up."
Zhishang slowly removed the robes from his body and folded the robes aside.
Fei Bo's eyes fell on Zhishang's body and slowly spread his hands. Two gray whirlwinds appeared on Fei Bo's palm, constantly rotating, stirring the surrounding air.
"Poor monks are good at Buddhism Sanskrit, you have to pay attention."
"The poor monk really envy Brother Zhishang who can learn Buddhism."
"Buddhas only go to those who are predestined. Buddhism's Absolute Learning can't be learned by anyone who wants to learn. It depends not only on whether you have a predestined relationship with the Buddha, but also on the root of wisdom. Your wisdom root is not quiet enough, and the Absolute Learning of Buddhism is destined to have no destiny with you."
"Is the wisdom root of the ghost god Jin Chan quiet? He can learn Buddhism with such a heavy spirit, why can't the poor monk. In addition, the poor monk is dedicated to the Buddha, and the fate with the Buddha may be far better than that. you guys."
"Presumptuous, even if you dare to claim to be dedicated to the Buddha, today the poor monk must maintain the orthodoxy of Buddhism and eradicate you as a wild monk!"
Monk Zhishang finished speaking and blasted five palms towards Fei Bo.
Fei Bo gently lifted his palm, and a whirlwind left Fei Bo's palm, instantly becoming bigger and easily shattering Zhishang's offense.
"The Buddha said: Entering the world to practice. Poor monks commuting to and from the market are also a kind of practice. Brother Zhishang keeps calling me a monk, which is really not right."
"It's worthy of you to discredit my Buddhist disciple and say that you are a wild monk!"
When Monk Zhishang's voice fell, a golden figure formed behind Monk Zhishang.
The figure is about thirty feet tall, and it rushes towards Fei Bo as soon as it is formed.
The figure is Jinnaruo from the Ba Buddhism of Buddhism. According to legend, he is good at Sanskrit and is the so-called god of song.
Just as Jinnaruo was about to rush to Fei Bo's body, he was blocked by a whirlwind.
, And then torn by the whirlwind, Kinnaruo quickly turned into a little golden light and disappeared without a trace.
"Brother Zhishang, why do you say that the poor monk has smeared the Buddhist disciples? Is it possible because the poor monk looks plump?"
Without waiting for the monk Zhishang to speak, Fei Bo followed: "The poor monk only has one hobby, that is to wear intestines with wine and meat. How many monks today have a bad mouth? How many monks are not close to women? Can a monk be able to do all four?"
"Presumptuous! Today, I will see you cramping your skin, so that you can clear the rules by rectifying Buddhism!"
Monk Zhishang finished speaking and slowly opened his mouth, swallowing many different notes from his mouth.
Suddenly, there was a strong singing voice over the entire square.
The singing sounded a bit old and a bit solemn. As the song reached my ears, I actually wanted to close my eyes and get a good night's sleep. At the same time, my brain went blank. It seems that I am now in a pure black and white world.
Sanskrit, one of the top martial arts in Buddhism, anyone who has a hostile spirit in his heart will quickly lose himself when hearing the Sanskrit sound, and the whole person becomes groggy, as if he has entered a state of sleeping and waking, making people lose The ability to think.
The desolate and deep singing continued to sound in my ears, and gradually a consciousness appeared in my mind. I wanted to open my eyes hard, but my eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms. No matter how hard I tried, I could only see through. Go over your eyes and see a blurry light.
however. Just when I felt panic and uneasy in my heart, the desolate and thick singing suddenly stopped.
With the sudden cessation of the desolate and strong singing, my consciousness regained clarity.
"What a powerful Sanskrit voice! My consciousness has also been affected. If it is during a battle, the consciousness is affected, I am afraid I don't know how to die."
"When the Sanskrit sound just sounded, it would not have such a powerful power. The only blame is that the fat man indulges Zhishang again and again. If Zhishang has just started to sing the Sanskrit sound, the fat man will be able to stop him. Will affect us."
"Look at the ring, Zhishang is defeated! Lost in the hands of that fat man."
"It turns out that the reason why the fat man allowed Zhishang to sing Sanskrit is because the fat man has enough confidence to ensure that he is not immune
influences. Fatty was not affected by the Sanskrit, so he seized the opportunity. When Zhishang thought he had a chance to win, he suddenly launched a counterattack and defeated Zhishang with one move. "
"Without the influence of Sanskrit sounds, how could this be possible? Is it possible that the fat man has no hostility in his heart? There are not many people who do not have hostility."
The whispers from all around reached my ears, and I cast my eyes on the ring. It happened to see Monk Zhishang lying on the ground, while Fei Bo was standing not far from Monk Zhishang.
At this time, Fei Bo was intact and his breath was normal. It looks like this game Fei Bo won very easily.
"Impossible, Zhishang is good at Sanskrit sounds, and he has already practiced to the point of first glancing at the door. Even a seventh-level Taoist will be affected to a certain extent when he hears Sanskrit sounds. This fat man cannot be safe and sound."
Seeing Yuan Zhen standing up angrily, Ma Lan couldn't help but sneered and said: "There is nothing impossible. This fat man has no hostility in his heart, so he is not affected by Sanskrit. It is rare to see people without hostility in his heart. It seems that this fat man is more suitable to be a monk than you."
Without waiting for Yuan Zhen to speak, Fang Cunzi followed: "Fei Bo is not as simple as it seems on the surface. He defeated Zhishang without using his full strength. In addition, his ability to control wind is very strong, even far more than Many sixth-level Taoist priests and even seventh-level Taoist priests."
Fang Cunzi seldom praised a person. After hearing Fang Cunzi's words, everyone couldn't help but once again cast their sights on Fei Bo.
"Amitabha Buddha, there is a Buddha in his heart, it is not suitable to hang on his mouth."
Fei Bo shook his head, still standing on the ring.
But few people noticed that there was a faint smile on the corner of Fei Bo's mouth at this time. Fei Bo listened to Zhishang, the top Buddhist school of Sanskrit, and he had almost learned it seven or eighty-eight.
"Zhishang is defeated, and there is another chance to challenge." After Qiu Chuji signaled to the people of Baima Temple to carry Zhishang away, he continued loudly, "Fei Bo defended successfully, and Zhishang failed. I don't know who wants to next. Go on stage and fight?"
"I do!"
As soon as Qiu Chuji's voice fell, Hou Shexue jumped and jumped onto the high platform.
"Who do you want to challenge?"
"In the first game, I want to challenge Fei Bo." Shexue Hou stretched out her hand and put her long hair back, then smiled slightly, pointing at Fei Bo and said.
(End of this chapter)