The first cause of all realms

Chapter 714 Clean up the portal!

too late!
At the same time as the words were uttered, there seemed to be a blue light flickering in Yang Yu's eyes.

stab~
The violent friction and push of the electric light, combined with the power of ten dragons and ten elephants, exploded in an instant.

hum!
At this moment, the tiger demon felt a chill in his heart. It wasn't the chill from the sudden emergence of a crisis, but the real severe cold from the midwinter!
The cold current was so severe that in an instant, he felt as if he had returned to the snowy night when his mother was hunted down when he was a child.

Not just tiger demons.

The moment Yang Jue raised his fist, the hearts of all the martial artists inside and outside the wasteland were chilled, and they had the terrifying illusion of falling naked into the ice cave.

The cold winter will not come suddenly, and the people present, even if they can't be protected from cold and heat, are not afraid of the severe cold.

The reason for this illusion is because,
"Wu Sheng will!"

Such a thought flashed through the monk's mind.

In the distance, the punch with the power of ten dragons and ten elephants, driven by Yuan Magnetic, was so fast that he couldn't react, like a meteor, it hit the huge tiger's head!
Boom!
The low, but loud noise that no one could ignore was transmitted together with the air wave that suddenly exploded in mid-air.

"Roar!"

The tiger demon's eyes were bloodshot, and the pain was excruciating.

Since he attained Daoism, he has never felt such severe pain even when fighting Bodhidharma.

At this moment, he felt that his blood, membrane, tendons, viscera and hair were about to be crushed by a huge force!
However, with such a huge force, he couldn't even fly upside down and retreat.

Because of that withered palm, it held him tightly!
"Dharma!"

The tiger demon screamed miserably, and the blood from the seven orifices spurted out along with the brain.

A punch, but not a punch.

In the blink of an eye, before the tiger demon howled miserably, Yang Jue had already punched 23 punches in a row amidst the tide of ghosts!

It is not Baquan, Shenquan, nor Tiangangquan, which has just been learned for a while, but it is formed by integrating all kinds of boxing intentions with the four images of heaven.

Four Elephant Fist!
Boom!

The power of the fist exploded in an instant, and under everyone's gaze, the huge body of the tiger demon, like a water bag that was suddenly punctured, sprayed out a large amount of foul-smelling blood mist.

But the moment the blood mist sprayed out, it turned into ice crystals again, as if even the blood was frozen by the fist.

"puff!"

Landing heavily, coughing up blood, the aura of the tiger demon disappeared with the escape of the ghost, and it had already fallen to the bottom of the valley.

boom!
At the same time, under the blow of such a huge force, a phantom was squeezed out from the lingering wind around the tiger demon!

"Amitabha!"

"Amitabha!"

The Buddha's name was sounded twice, in no particular order, and the two figures also landed on the wasteland in no particular order.

The same thin and dark body, the same skinny figure, but the difference is that one has ring scars on his head, and the other has braids all over his head.

"Ancestor!"

Seeing the gray-clothed old monk, a group of monks headed by Da Chan Si Xu Jing were shocked and approached one after another.

Only Jie Sha and Xu Jing stood in place, looked at each other, and both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

For more than seven months, the old monk had been by their side, but they didn't have any doubts at all.

Waking up suddenly at this moment, I couldn't help but be shocked.

"Fan Ruyi? So it's you..."

Yang breathed out a turbid breath, and Yang Jue shook his palm, the Zijin Tunsha Gourd had reached its limit, so he had to let the rest of the ghosts scatter.

Looking at the old monk with pigtails, he couldn't help but freeze.

Before fighting the tiger monster, he had already vaguely sensed the prying eyes of another breath, and the conversation before the shot also had the intention of looking for this person.

But I don't think, the person behind this is Fan Ruyi?

At this point in his mind, he finally understood why Bodhidharma didn't show up for more than two years, but after the appearance of the tiger demon, he sent a voice transmission to himself.

I'm afraid that he also noticed the traces of Fan Ruyi.

"After more than two years in the illusion, you have grown again? It seems that I still underestimate you..."

His eyes swept across Yang Yu, and he casually commented, and Fan Ruyi's eyes fell on the ugly gray-clothed old monk.

Put your hands together and bow slightly:
"The little monk is Fanruyi, I have seen the great monk."

"Father, this person..."

A monk approached excitedly, wanting to say something, but the old monk in gray waved his hand to stop him.

"Van Ruyi?"

Chewing the name of the visitor, Bodhidharma's eyes brightened:

"Unexpectedly, in later generations there will be monks who follow the path of 'integration of Brahma and self'. They are respectable, but sad."

Hearing this, Fan Ruyi seemed curious:

"Where is the sadness?"

"Heaven and man are one, using the sky as a mirror to reflect oneself, seeking from external objects, and gaining self-transcendence. Brahman and I are one..."

Having said that, Bodhidharma shook his head slightly:
"You use Fanruyi as your first and last name. Thinking about it, you have already established your own Buddhist kingdom in later generations?"

"Of course."

Fanru nodded:

"After 2000, the little monk will lead one-third of the world, and there will be hundreds of millions of good men and women in the country, and [-] temples will worship me as a Buddha..."

"Evil Devil!"

Hearing this, an old monk couldn't help but refute:
"Patriarch Mingjian, that Dali is called the Buddha's land, but it is actually the devil's land! Tianlun Temple divides all living beings into different classes, and has no idea that all living beings are equal to the Buddha, and the people in the temple dare to call them Buddha..."

"All beings are equal?"

Before Bodhidharma spoke, Fan Ruyi laughed:
"To let the great monk know that the Dachan Temple, Wuliangzong, Lanke Temple and other branches of Zen Buddhism in later generations all swallowed up hundreds of millions of Buddha fields and kept countless serfs in captivity. After that..."

"shut up!"

Hearing these words, even the other monks who were afraid of his martial arts couldn't help but refuted them one after another.

Xu Jing wanted to say something, but she still closed her mouth.

Yang Qiu didn't care about the noise made by the monks. After Bodhidharma appeared, he took a few steps back, staring at the dying tiger demon while feeling himself.

Tens of thousands of ghosts, even with the help of the Suppressing Evil Seal, Zijin Tunsha Treasure Gourd was still stretched to its limit.

Refinement is required.

"Amitabha……"

A Buddha's name suppressed all the noises, Bodhidharma glanced over, and all the monks lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.

Only a few monks from Fulong Temple looked at him calmly.

Seeing this, the old monk's eyes became more colorful:
"When the Dachan Temple was established in the past, the monks passed down precepts, scriptures, and martial arts. They thought that the monks of the younger generation would be able to observe the precepts and learn the scriptures, and then practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies..."

With a slight sigh, Dharma didn't say much, and only looked at Fan Ruyi lightly:

"Since you call yourself a Buddha, why do you need to look for me, an old monk who died many years ago?"

"The great monk is too modest."

Fanru lowered his eyes, with a respectful attitude:

"The Venerable Zizai was also the teacher of all the Buddhas. Although the great monk is not as good as the junior monk, there are some merits..."

"Extremely arrogant!"

At this time, even old monks such as Jie Lu, Xu Jing, etc. all changed their expressions suddenly.

"Fan Ruyi, even if you are promoted to the rank of Martial Saint, how can you compare with the Patriarch? You claim to be a Buddha, what are the benefits in the world of Buddhism, and you dare to say such wild words?"

"Hahaha~"

Before they finished speaking, Fan Ruyi couldn't help laughing out loud.

"you!"

A group of monks were angry and angry.

"Everyone is respectful and arrogant, thinking about it makes people laugh!"

Fan Ruyi shook his head slightly:

"I don't know, great monk, how do you feel when you see your inheritance like this? Do you feel sad that the inheritance has been broken?"

"They are not passed down by monks."

Many monks were already frightened and angry, hearing this, even Xu Jing couldn't help but panic flashed in his heart.

"Patriarch, don't listen to his one-sided words!"

"Ancestor!"

'Hulala' knelt down, and the expressions of the monks were panicked and bitter, which was extremely ugly.

"Dachan Temple is the place where monks enlightened and practiced. Wuliang Mountain is the place where monks pass by to rest. Fulong Mountain is the place where monks get rid of demons...

But the inheritance of monks is not one person, one mountain, one sect..."

The old monk looked calm:

"Watching precepts, studying scriptures, and wielding martial arts are all my inheritance! As you said, Dachan Temple is no longer a place of practice in later generations, and Lanke Temple is also a place where filth is hidden.

But in the world, there is only one person who keeps the precepts and practices asceticism, and that monk, I, the inheritance will never end! "

"Amitabha."

Seeing his normal expression, Fan Ruyi was a little moved, and clasped his hands again:
"Don't lie to the great monk, the little monk has practiced for 200 years, and there is no one to learn from, in ancient and modern times. Now, I am going to discuss the Tao with the big monk."

While speaking, he bowed and stepped back:

"Three months later, on the Great Buddha Mountain, the little monk is waiting for the great monk to drive..."

The voice has not yet fallen, and the people have gone away.

Strong masters like Xu Jing and Jie Sha, who have been there for many years, have no way of tracking the trajectory of their retreat, only Yang Jue frowned.

The last time we met, maybe he was injured, or Emperor Qianheng hindered him. The threat this old monk posed to him was far from being so great.

Or, during this period of time, he has improved again?

"Ancestor..."

"Patriarch, disciple Rong..."

"Slander, that Fan Ruyi..."

……

In the wasteland, a group of monks were already panicked, especially the monks of Dachan Temple, they kowtowed continuously.

These words are too heavy, stronger than Xu Jing, and he can't calm down. This almost kicks him out of the door...

But no matter what they said or how they kowtowed, Bodhidharma didn't realize it, just staring at Fan Ruyi's back as he left.

After a long time, he turned around, without looking at the disciples and grandchildren, and walked up to Yang Qiu.

At this time, Yang Jue was cleaning up the tiger demon who had just passed away.

This tiger, which can urge tens of thousands of ghosts, is indeed much stronger than the tree demon, but, no matter whether it is the magnetism in its body or the Kuixing, it is extremely restrained from this monster.

As a result, he had to spend some time fighting the tree demon, but it was much easier to fight the tiger.

Bodhidharma turned around, and a group of monks wanted to follow, but they didn't dare, so they had to watch from a distance.

But the old monk didn't care at all, and asked:

"Benefactor Yang, this person's meritorious deeds can be regarded as the first in later generations?"

"First?"

Yang prison thought for a while:
"Should not be in the top three."

"In this way, the future generations are much better than the present..."

The old monk was a little moved:

"Before sitting down, the old man was just like him, maybe even worse..."

"The times are different, how can we compare?"

Yang Ju shook his head.

"The benefactor does not need to be comforted. It is meaningless to be stronger than a monk..."

As he spoke, Bodhidharma glanced at a group of monks in the distance.

What he cares about is inheritance.

"Benefactor Yang, I can't get out of this illusion, and I can't tell the truth from the fake, so I ask you to verify it for me..."

"What if it's true?"

"If it's true...then there will be a benefactor to clean up the house..."

　Recommend a copy of "Killing Dao and Fruit": The immortality wine smells like ghosts, but the Dao fruit in the killing feast is bitter.

(End of this chapter)