It is September, which belongs to the third autumn. The mountains are red and the sky is high and the air is refreshing. It is a rare travel season.
Shaolin is the leader in martial arts in the world, and it is also a Buddhist Zen sect. It does not take the entire mountain range as its own, and prohibits firewood hunters and herb collectors from entering and exiting. Therefore, there are often strong people in the back mountains capturing poisonous substances and practicing martial arts, while in the front mountains There were tourists from time to time, but it was not until we passed the halfway pavilion and approached the main temple that deacons and monks patrolled, refusing to let anyone else go any further.
At this time, there was still some distance from the mid-mountain pavilion. Hutuktu heard the sound of birds chirping in his ears. When he raised his eyes, he could see the white mist in the valley, the evergreen trees, the large tracts of red maple leaves, and the red maple leaves beside him. Tourists come or return from time to time, everything is so leisurely, and the true beauty is reflected in the ordinary, so that he, who has the title of Living Buddha, can't help but wander around, sighing at the meaning of impermanence, and enjoying the rare purity and freedom in the world of mortals. peaceful.
This feeling made him calm down, just like an ordinary old monk, like a tourist everywhere, ordinary, peaceful, contented, without any sense of Dharmakaya, so that no one recognized or discovered the man who was number one on the heavenly list in the past. Living Buddha Hutuktu came to Shaolin.
At this moment, in this state, Hutuktu finally had a sense of mellowness and perfection. This was a sense of inner and outer clarity that forty years of retreat and healing could not give him. The opportunity seemed to be looming, and he had an epiphany. As if it could come at any time
Step by step, Hutuktu's body and mind slowly improved. He was no different from a tourist. He could already foresee that he would reach the peak of perfection when he arrived at the main gate of Shaolin. For the lineage of esoteric Buddhism that emphasizes psychic powers, it is no longer possible. There is no better realization than this.
Because of this, when they met on the way, he didn't pay much attention to the man in green robe with gray temples and the sword-wielding woman in goose-yellow skirt. Apart from the Buddhist spirit, the former also looked ordinary, just like the one he met just now. Most of the tourists were there, and although the woman holding the sword was restrained, she was fierce. He is considered a rare and powerful person in this world, but in his own eyes, he is also someone who does not need to pay attention to.
Just like that, he was in high spirits. Looking forward to gaining the confidence and momentum to overcome the barriers through successive victories against old friends and new friends, they passed them by casually, and the other party did not seem to notice that the living Buddha was passing by them. To read the latest chapter of this book, please go to&109;&104;
Things had been so perfect until this moment, peaceful and peaceful, with no surprises. Everything is developing as expected, and the light of the future shines into the soul.
However, at this time, Hutuktu made a decision that affected the general trend of the world and completely reversed the trajectory of his expected life.
There was once a wonderful development in front of him, but he did not cherish it. Only when he lost it did he understand the importance of choice and the need to think carefully and carefully, even if the choice seemed so trivial at the time.
After passing by the man and woman without incident, Hutuktu took a few steps. Suddenly, something clicked in his mind, and he recognized which sect the special sharpness in the aura of the sword-holding woman belonged to.
Should I say hello to Xijiang Pavilion? This trivial choice appeared in his mind.
This matter is insignificant and cannot be compared with the importance of challenging Kongwen. There is no need to say hello.
Anyway, it's just a small matter. It happens to be someone related to an old friend. How can I not say hello and walk at night in brocade clothes? Moreover, in my current state, it is best to do what I think and do it without disturbing my mood. Destroy the perfect and mellow state.
Two thoughts flashed at the same time, and Hutuktu made an instant choice to say hello to the half-step Dharmakaya of Xijiang Pavilion. As for the man in green robe beside her, it was insignificant.
He looked back. He looked at Jiang Zhiwei with a smile and said:
I haven't been in the world for many years, but I didn't expect that such a talent would emerge from Xijiang Pavilion. Zhou Taichong is now fine
Jiang Zhiwei and Meng Qi stopped and turned to look at this tall, thin, ordinary old monk who was dressed like a Buddhist monk beyond the Great Wall. They didn't notice it when he didn't pay any attention just now. Looking back now, I found that there was light gold hidden under his dark skin, and his eyes were as green as glass. He had a strange charm that did not belong to the world or reality. Compared with the tall people I had seen, he seemed to be different. Not ordinary.
Jiang Zhiwei, a Buddhist monk outside the Dharmakaya Great Wall, glanced at Meng Qi thoughtfully, and saw him looking at him with a smile and admiration, so he asked seriously: But the living Buddha Hutuktu Venerable
It's Lao Na. Hutuktu nodded slightly. You are already half-stepping into Dharmakaya at such a young age. Xijian Pavilion has brought out good talents. Although I have been in seclusion for many years, I have disciples who often tell me about things in the world. Why have I never heard of a person like you
His tone was calm, without any air of superiority that was both good and evil.
It turned out to be Khutuktu. No wonder just now when he was immersed in the mysterious realm and completely restrained his momentum, I didn't notice how extraordinary he was. Meng Qi sighed with emotion.
Jiang Zhiwei nodded and replied: He is the previous sect leader of the Secret Buddhism. I have fought with his disciple Chakravartin. Their lineage focuses on spiritual power and spiritual tempering. By practicing the Three Generations of Ming Wang Jue, the martial arts is closer to supernatural powers. People are directly drawn into the battle in the spiritual world, experiencing all kinds of horrors. If they are not careful, they will get lost and completely sink into hell.
She told Meng Qi all about her experience in the fight, but did not answer Hutuktu's questions because she knew Meng Qi would speak.
Meng Qi looked at Hutuktu with a smile and cupped his hands: It turns out he is a living Buddha. I don’t know why he came to Shaolin.
His breath slowly spreads out, like an eye of the sea, a place of chaos that can endlessly thin the sea water or breed all things.
Hutuktu's eyes were as green as glass, and his attention completely shifted from Jiang Zhiwei.
Turns out to be a Dharmakaya
I casually said hello to the disciples of Xijian Pavilion and encountered the Dharmakaya.
And it’s a dharma body that I don’t recognize at all.
Regarding Half Step, he thought to himself that he might not pay much attention to it because he was in seclusion for healing. It was normal for him to not know each other, but there were so many Dharmakayas, each of them had a power that could influence the situation in the world. How could he ignore it
I don’t know who the benefactor is. The holy Hutuktu took the initiative to lower the mellow and perfect state.
The psychic premonition he was good at told him that this was a very terrible enemy and should be stronger than Kong Wen.
Meng Qi did not answer, but smiled and said: The Living Buddha is hostile to the Central Plains. I am afraid that when I come to Shaolin, I will not go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing. Is it possible that I want to challenge Abbot Kongwen
Exactly reads;. Hutuktu answered calmly that this was the self-confidence accumulated from being ranked first in the rankings in the past.
Meng Qi's hands naturally hung down, his skin was as white as a warm jade sculpture, and his eyes seemed to contain thunder. He looked into Hutuktu's strange blue-glazed pupils. He smiled slightly and said: In this case, why don't I spar with the living Buddha for Abbot Kongwen
Hao Hutuktu showed no signs of weakness and was full of confidence.
Although I had a premonition that the opponent was very powerful and terrifying, my own Three-Eternity Mingwang Jue also broke through the shackles and became completely successful. I am expected to achieve the status of Bodhisattva. My cultivation and methods are becoming more and more beyond normal imagination. I need a powerful enemy to inspire all the power. able
In his hand was a black wheel painted with strange patterns and inlaid with the Seven Buddhist Treasures. Holding it in his hand, it seemed to be holding a day.
The world suddenly changed, the beautiful scenery of the mountains around Meng Qi disappeared, and the Shaolin Temple that he was sensing also disappeared.
Hutuktu stood in mid-air, and the golden body of the Third Ming King appeared, with three sides and eight arms, and the whole body was blue, with invisible wrath burning, and different seals on the palms. There was a strange and deep feeling in the solemnity and sanctity.
The Third Ming King Wheel. Hutuktu spoke loudly and introduced the magic weapon in his hand.
The surrender of the golden body of King Ming of the Three Worlds is not the surrender of descent, but the surrender of surrender. It can bring down the greed, anger and resentment of the past, present and future lives. It is best at the power of the mind and spirit. It is the incarnation of King Ming of the East Aqi Tathagata, just like Dongmingwang is the incarnation of the Great Sun Tathagata, and it is said that he and Emperor Mingzhao restrain each other. Therefore, many statues of Mingwang the third generation will have things symbolizing Emperor Mingzhao placed at the feet.
Because of this, Emperor Zizi brings fantasy into reality, while King Jiang III directly pulls people into fantasy and into the spiritual world. Such battles are truly mysterious and unpredictable. Sometimes the outcome is only related to one's own spiritual cultivation. , has nothing to do with the actual realm
At this moment, Meng Qi had been pulled into his heart and spiritual world by Hutuktu with the help of the Third Ming King Chakra.
Here, Hutuktu is the master. Within a certain range, whatever the mind thinks will appear.
: I originally wanted to finish writing this battle chapter, but there are still one or two thousand words of content, and the update will be delayed until eight o'clock, so I'd better update it first and continue tomorrow.