Chu Li nodded and said: "Not bad cultivation!"
Monk Zhining frowned and stared at him dissatisfied: "Donor Chu, you actually plotted against me!"
Chu Li smiled and said: "The gods have secret plans? I've never heard of it."
Monk Zhining took a deep breath and felt that he had nothing to say.
The gods' masters have extremely keen senses and can sense any abnormal movement of the opponent. If they want to make a sneak attack, before the opponent can make a move, the gods' masters can sense murderous intent and danger and avoid it in advance.
As a god master, you don't have to avoid it, but your perception of danger is beyond imagination. If you know it clearly, you are in the realm of a god master and can predict danger.
Chu Li said: "Monk, my sword skills are fine as long as they don't come out of the sheath. Once they come out of the sheath, they will be stained with blood. It's better not to touch them."
"Teach the Master Chu's palm technique." Monk Zhining said.
Chu Li thought for a while: "That's it, monk. I'll sit here and you use your strongest skill to hit me and see if you can hurt me. If you can hurt me, it's your ability. If you can't, then it's your fault." , then just forget about it, how about that?"
"Good!" Monk Zhining nodded slowly.
Even though he has profound Buddhist practice and profound Buddha nature, he still has an unknown fire at this time. Chu Li's words are too belittling.
Chu Li smiled and said: "The monk can take action whenever he wants, or he can attack me sneakily."
He stood up slowly as he spoke.
"Then benefactor Chu, please take over!" Monk Zhining clapped his hand.
There was a touch of black on the palm, as dark as a ball of ink, and the rest of the palm was as white as jade. The short and fat palm looked like it was carved from white jade, but it really couldn't give others a sense of grace, it just felt ugly.
"Bang!" This wheel palm was firmly imprinted on Chu Li's chest.
Chu Li looked at him calmly, neither dodge nor dodge. He lowered his head to look at the wheel palm, nodded slowly and said with a smile: "Sure enough, the palm power is good. The monk's Ksitigarbha wheel has a very deep fire. It is really rare!"
The Ksitigarbha Wheel Sutra requires a sufficient understanding of life and death, otherwise it will be difficult to truly understand its essence and it will be difficult to make progress in practice.
Obviously, the monk Zhi Ning had experienced several lives and deaths before he could reach such an advanced level.
"You can give me another slap!" Chu Li said.
Monk Zhining stared at Chu Li's palms for a moment, then slowly retracted his palms and clasped his palms together: "Namo Amitabha!... I admire you!"
His palm was made by condensing all the strength of his body. It was a peak palm. If this palm could not hurt Chu Li, it could not even shake his body at all. If he did not take a step back, the gap between himself and Chu Li was too far.
He could feel the force of the shock coming from his palm, his whole body was numb, his blood was surging, and he was almost injured.
Chu Li smiled: "Monk Zhining, are you going to stop fighting now?"
"A poor monk is no match." Monk Zhining slowly joined his forces and turned to leave.
The chubby body looked a little funny in the red monk's robe, but at this moment he looked a bit free and easy.
Chu Li watched him leave, smiled and sat down again to condense the pagoda again.
Monk Zhining stepped in front of Monk Dilian and titheed: "Master."
"Do you know it?" Monk Dilian opened his eyes and asked with a smile.
Monk Zhining bowed and said, "My disciple has fought against him. I am so ashamed of myself. I am going to leave the temple and travel around the world!"
"Have you decided?" Monk Dilian said calmly.
"Yes." Monk Zhining said, "Without experiencing the suffering of all sentient beings, it will be difficult to complete the Ksitigarbha Sutra, and the disciple will have to leave the temple."
He suddenly stopped stammering when he spoke, and his mind was always in a state of agitation.
He knew that there was a lot of difference between him and Chu Li, but he didn't expect that the difference was so big. It was like an adult and a child. This aroused his determination to work hard. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? If I don't experience all kinds of pain, how can I not experience the pain of hell? If you can understand the thoughts of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, how can you understand the wonder of Ksitigarbha Wheel Sutra
"Very good, then go ahead." Dilian said slowly.
Monk Zhining bowed deeply, and then bowed to the twelve red-clothed monks: "Zhuanlun Temple, I would like to ask all the masters... uncles and uncles!"
The twelve red-robed monks returned the favor.
Monk Zhining took one step forward and disappeared in front of everyone.
Monk Dilian smiled, slowly closed his eyes and continued to meditate on the Ksitigarbha Wheel Sutra.
Chu Li continued to condense the pagoda, and the first layer was gradually formed. The appearance and interior were the same as the wheel tower where it was located.
Fifteen days have passed since the first layer was formed.
He was about to continue to cast the second layer when he suddenly realized that the Great Round Mirror looked outside the Zhuanlun Temple. He saw a vigorous young man in a yellow shirt standing outside the temple with his hands behind his back, a handsome look between his brows.
Chu Li raised his eyebrows, this was a god.
"Chen Changmao has met Master Zhining!" the young man in yellow shirt said loudly.
This voice was calm and calm, but it advanced slowly, overpowering the many chanting voices in the Zhuanlun Temple. It spread to every corner of the Zhuanlun Temple and reached the ears of every monk, including Chu Li's.
Chu Li chuckled, being able to penetrate the protection of the Wheel Tower was indeed worthy of the power of the gods.
There are only a handful of gods in the world, and their surname is Chen. His identity is about to be revealed, and he must be the son of Chen Zhenji.
Chu Li shook his head. He came to find Monk Zhining, and there must be nothing good going on.
"Chen Changmao has met Master Zhining, please come out and see him." Chen Changmao said slowly.
"Namo Amitabha..." An old monk in red slowly opened the temple door, walked down the steps to Chen Changmao, and said with a tithe: "It's really a coincidence that Zhining has just left the temple to travel around the world, and Almsgiver Chen came. It’s too late.”
"Master Zhining is traveling?" Chen Changmao asked in surprise.
The old monk in red clothes had a face as wrinkled as a pine tree. He bowed and said, "Almsgiver Chen, please come to the temple to serve tea."
"No need." Chen Changmao shook his head and said, "Since Master Zhining is not here, I will go find him."
"Please!" The old monk in red joined him again.
Chen Changmao suddenly looked up at the Wheel Tower and pointed: "I wonder who is in the tower?"
"My master also has benefactor Chu Lichu." said the old monk in red.
Chen Changmao was startled, then said: "Chu Li?"
"Exactly." The old monk in red said: "Almsgiver Chu is studying martial arts in the pagoda."
"You..." Chen Changmao looked at him in surprise.
The old monk in red said: "Donor Chu has turned the hostility with our temple into friendship."
"...Haha, what a good trick!" Chen Changmao suddenly shook his head and laughed, and took a deep look at the old monk in red: "It is indeed the Zhuanlun Temple!"
The expression of the old monk in red was as usual: "Donor Chu originally carried the Ksitigarbha Wheel Sutra and has a close relationship with our temple. This time he enters the pagoda to practice and comprehend, and he will surely be able to advance the Ksitigarbha Wheel Sutra to a very deep level. "
"Okay, let's say goodbye then!" Chen Changmao said in a deep voice.
Too lazy to say anything more, he stepped into the void and disappeared.
Even though he was angry and murderous, he didn't dare to go see Chu Li.
And he knew that if he had felt something just now, it was because Chu Li had deliberately released his breath to let him feel it, so that he could take the initiative and take the opportunity to teach himself a lesson. How could a hero go to die alone if he didn't suffer the immediate consequences
The old monk in red smiled, joined in the tithe, and turned back to the temple.
Chu Li sat in the tower and shook his head and smiled.
My current situation is indeed different from before. The gods fled after hearing the news and retreated.
His expression suddenly changed.
Two middle-aged men suddenly appeared outside Zhuanlun Temple.