Fantasy: My skills are all passive

I saw that monk's face was resolute, like a knife and an axe, his skin was fair, his eyes were deep, and the two eyeballs radiated light like stars.

Isn't this too frankly in line with Tang Sanzang's standards?
"Fan Shizhu, you are not from the Sakyamuni, please don't participate in the debate in our sect!" Liao Chen said hastily.

Every time people from the Shaqiu Gate come to debate, it is a quarrel. If people who do not understand Buddhism come, they will not win the quarrel, but will also be ashamed.

If they were to know that Fan Jian was the future leader, wouldn't they laugh their ass off?
But I heard Fan Jian say with a smile.

"Since it's a discussion, everyone has the right to participate, right?"

Fan Jian said, looked at Xuan Zhuang and said.

"Excuse me, master, which rock did you jump out of? Or which rock did these few jump out of?"

Xuan Zhuang frowned immediately when he heard this.

"The poor monk was naturally born to his parents, so how could he be born out of a rock?"

Fan Jian said with a smile when he heard this.

"Oh, it turns out that Master Xuan Zhuang's parents have also been arguing about it. I thought you jumped out of a rock!"

Jing Fan immediately grinned when he heard the words, and then immediately covered his mouth.

Seeing this, Xuan Zhuang immediately frowned and said.

"One yard is one yard, my parents are not monks!"

"Aren't all living beings equal? ​​Why can't monks talk about it? It's okay if they are not monks? Then if one is a monk and the other is not, won't it be half of the talk?"

Before Xuan Zhuang could speak, the skinny monk stood up and said.

"Excessive words! Master, since they have no intention of arguing, let's compete with each other!"

"Ku Kong, don't be rude!" Xuan Zhuang pressed his hands and said.

"Since this benefactor wants to argue with strong words, then the poor monk will argue with him with strong words!"

Fan Jian heard that his five sense organs were all crowded together.

Kukong?

Is it necessary to be so cryptic?

Seeing Xuan Zhuang walking two steps in the hall, seeing the burning candles in the hall, he raised his hand and saw the flame flickering with a breeze, he said with a smile immediately.

"Benefactor, the wind blows the candle, is it the wind or the candle?"

Fan Jian sneered, walked over and slapped the candle into pieces, and said with a smile.

"Is there something moving? Why didn't I see it?"

Everyone was in an uproar.

Jing Fan looked at Fan Jian in surprise.

What a profound practice of Buddhism!

If the wind blows the candlelight to move, then cut off the candlelight, and nothing will move!

Xuan Zhuang also couldn't help frowning, thought for a while, and said in a deep voice.

"The benefactor thinks, is it the Buddha or me?"

Fan Jian shook his head with a smile, pointed at the tall monk beside him and said.

"You guys are big farts, he is the biggest!"

The crowd roared again.

There is no Buddha and no self, and all living beings are the greatest!
Jingfan's breathing became a little short.

Could it be that the head of Diyao Buddha read it right, Fan Jian is really an expert in studying Buddhism?

Xuan Zhuang was obviously anxious, his eyes started to roll around, he thought for a while before pointing to his nose and saying.

"Who am I? Where did I come from? Where will I go? I, am I, or am I?"

Liao Chen frowned immediately upon hearing this.

This question can be difficult.

Jing Fan also bit her lip, wanting to see how Fan Jian would answer.

But Fan Jian laughed loudly and said every word.

"You love so and so! You can come from wherever you love, and go wherever you want. You are not you, are you your uncle?"

Xuan Zhuang was stunned when he heard the words.

The monks carefully considered what Fan Jian said, and the more they thought about it, the more they felt that the Dharma was profound, and they couldn't help applauding.

Selflessness is not selflessness, asexuality is not asexuality, don't ask what comes and goes, doesn't hear where to go.

Jing Fan's heart trembled wildly. At this moment, Fan Jian didn't seem to be the rascal before, but a virtuous and eminent monk who is diligent in Buddhism.

I actually still feel critical of the old head's decision!It seems that it should not be!

Hearing this, Chen said with a smile.

"Master Xuan Zhuang, are you satisfied with this answer?"

"Satisfied fart!"

Seeing that skinny monk, Kukong jumped up from the futon and said.

"Isn't this kid just cursing people from the beginning to the end? Junior Brother Ku Neng, Junior Brother Ku Jing! Destroy this temple!"

As soon as the words fell, Kukong spat out a needle from his mouth, shook it and turned into a cooked copper stick.

Seeing this, Xuan Zhuang shook his head and said.

"Kukong, don't be rude!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and shot a ray of light, and saw that Ku Kong prostrated himself on the ground immediately, and said with a low growl.

"Master! I was wrong! Receive the supernatural power!"

Xuan Zhuang waved his hand when he heard the words, and Ku Kong obediently sat back on the futon, motionless.

Fan Jian really looked stupid.

These four people have a strong sense of sight.

Seeing that Xuan Zhuang sighed and said.

"I didn't expect the Sakyamuni to have such a monk with profound Buddhist teachings like you. The poor monk is convinced! I don't know your name?"

Liao Chen heard the words and said quickly: "This is the new head of my Sakyamuni, Fan Jian."

Xuan Zhuang was shocked when he heard the words: "The new head? The old man of the Pi Yao Buddha..."

"Master has sat down and gone to the Land of Ultimate Bliss!" Liao Chen said.

Xuan Zhuang was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then said with a long sigh.

"Amitabha! It is rumored that the old master of the Flute and Medicine Buddha has studied the six supernatural powers quietly, and also has body-building exercises. He is not only proficient in the art of medicine and stones, but also proficient in rhythm. See, what a pity!"

Hearing this, Fan Jian immediately took out the dirty flute and said.

"You can watch it if you want, it's just a heavenly magic weapon!"

Xuan Zhuang heard the words and was about to take the flute.

Seeing Ku Kong jumping out from the ground suddenly, snatching the flute, and putting it to his mouth without any hesitation, he blew it.

Suddenly, a burst of Buddha's mantra floated from the flute, and the mantra floated on the bodies of Ku Kong, Ku Neng, and Ku Jing. A golden light suddenly appeared on the three of them, and then the golden light shattered like glass.

Ku Neng and Ku Jing suddenly stood up from the futon, looked at Ku Kong in shock and said.

"Brother, where are we?"

Ku Kong pulled out the cooked copper stick, pointed at Xuan Zhuang and said angrily.

"Everyone from the Sakyamuni Sect! This monk is not Xuan Zhuang from our Sand Dune Sect at all! He is the Illusory Saint from the Thousand Illusions Sect!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words.

But seeing that mysterious and strong figure flashing, suddenly appeared beside Ku Kong, snatched the bamboo flute away, and said with a sneer.

"As expected of the Saint Fighter of Sand Dune Gate, he can still maintain his sanity under my prohibition spell! It's a pity that I still got this Sanskrit flute!"

But seeing Chen stood up slowly, and praised.

"Amitabha! You finally took the initiative to admit it! Array!"

All the monks in the hall suddenly emitted a burst of golden light, and the light instantly enveloped the entire hall, turning into a semicircular golden light barrier, covering several people in the field.

Fan Jian stared dumbfounded at what happened in front of him.

what's the situation?
Did I skip something important?
Seeing this, Xuan Zhuang frowned, looked at Chen and said in a deep voice.

"Old monk! You have already seen it?"