The first cause of all realms

Chapter 718 Yang, Not a Killer...

boom!
The sound waves were like thunder, and the wind and smoke were suddenly startled.

Before and after the forest, everyone looked back in horror, and saw a red sun rising in the forest, and the astonishing light and heat dispelled the billowing fog and smoke.

A black robe danced wildly among them, exuding a palpitating terror.

There is no need for any more words, everyone has already felt the undisguised indifference and anger of the visitor.

"Yang Prison!"

As soon as the thunderous words were heard, the expressions of the monks in the Dachan Temple changed in horror, and the other warriors in the Jianghu were not far behind.

Before the exclamation from the crowd came to an end, Da Chan, Wu Liang, and Lan Ke, who had gathered like an iron wall in front of the monks of Fulong Temple, ordered to retreat without thinking.

Stronger than the three great masters of Buddhism, Xu Jing, Dong Chan, and Hui Lin, they couldn't help shaking their faces, and immediately stimulated their true energy and propped up their true energy.

Like an enemy!

Even though Buddhism is now in decline, there must be them among the group of people with the most well-informed eyes and ears in the world.

Even though it has been nearly ten years since they gathered in Pingdushan, all kinds of information about the rivers and lakes, temples, and the world are still pouring in like rain.

How come people exist, they are much clearer than most people in the world.

Therefore, seeing Yang Qiu come out in anger, how can the three of them be at peace?
Even the monks of Fulong Temple who hadn't faced their anger directly felt their hearts tremble, and they hardly dared to look directly at the figure that came from breaking through the mist.

"Ami……"

Just as the illusory golden bell rose, before Xu Jing's hands were even tightly closed, a loud bang was heard.

"Remember?!"

boom!
The air exploded like thunder, and the wind rose steeply.

fast!
The collision was much faster than anyone imagined, and even the old monk Huilin of Lanke Temple, who was not far from Xujing, felt a blur in front of his eyes.

Immediately, accompanied by a loud bang, the huge mountain forest was shaken, smoke and dust billowed, and the seemingly omnipresent air current was pushed out.

"you!"

Half of the Buddha's name was blown back by the violent fist wind, and Xu Jing, who had been prepared for a long time, reacted quickly.

Almost at the moment when the fist storm started, the hands that were not clasped together had been parted, and they were lifted up obliquely. It was the Great Vajra Palm Strength, one of the twelve unique skills in the Dachan Temple, that he had immersed in for a hundred years.

He was born when Buddhism was in decline, and he was even more incapable of competing with King Zhao of the Western Mansion. He was as stunningly talented as Sheng Yun, but he could practice for a hundred years and get mellow.

A [-]-storied golden bell cover, and a hand with a strong and fierce Vajra palm, are also well-known in the world.

Blessing each other, once had the reputation of being invincible.

However, it was just a light touch of the fist wind, and before the right master arrived, there was nothing in front of his eyes.

Fist? !
Before the thought flashed across his mind, he fell into a momentary trance.

In a trance, he only felt as if he was dreaming back to his youth a hundred years ago, under the severe winter, he couldn't stand the master's whip, and he stumbled into the snow.

The long-forgotten hunger, cold, and illness, suddenly, as if across time, reappeared on me!
The pure qi, powerful qi and blood, and thick zhenqi that have been cultivated for hundreds of years... seem to have disappeared in an instant!

"not good……"

In just a split second, Xu Jing had regained her senses and got rid of the coldness and weakness that had penetrated into her bones.

however,
After the fist wind, the fist seal has arrived!
Boom!
There seemed to be the sound of a heavy hammer beating a drum resounding in my heart.

Just as he regained his sense of tranquility, his mind was blank again. It wasn't until intense pain came from all over his body that he saw a picture in front of his eyes.

His feet have left the ground!
The whole person, like a straw, was interrupted by the lightly falling fist print, and his whole body rose into the air.

boom!
The low and muffled sound of drumbeats instantly spread throughout the vast mountain forest.

Amidst the violent wind and dust, the monks had just regained their senses when a large cloud of blood was blown away by the wind.

The old monk Xujing, the abbot of Dachan Temple with the "living King Kong, undefeated", was kicked off the ground by a punch.

His muscles and bones were rubbing against each other violently, his skin membrane was constantly swelling, and before he landed, large swaths of blood had already been squeezed out from the pores all over his body.

It was as if this punch had knocked all his blood out of his body!

boom!
boom!
In the blink of an eye, the two Buddhist masters of Wuliangzong and Lanke Temple rushed to help, and it was long overdue.

Then, accompanied by two tooth-piercing dull thuds, he was also kicked off the ground, his muscles and bones rumbling, and his blood soaring.

It was only two moments before and after, the words of "black-hearted maggots" hadn't landed, and the vast majority of people hadn't even reacted.
The three great Buddhist masters who have been famous for many years have all been defeated.

And it was a fiasco!

So fast, so domineering!
Call ~
Wait until the wind blows away the dust.

Looking at the black-clothed swordsman standing upright with his fists closed in the undispelled mist, as if he had never done anything, the eyes of the crowd were no longer surprised, but horror and shock.

"Brother!"

The shrill scream woke up all the dumbfounded Jianghu warriors.

I saw the monk Xu Yi from the Dachan Temple, roaring with tears in his eyes, rushing towards the old monk Xu Jing who fell into the mud and didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

But before he finished speaking, he took a step, and was grabbed by the back of his neck, dragging him backwards,

He was brought up in front of him by the Northwest King.

The screaming stopped abruptly.

The head of the Dharma Academy of Dachan Temple, the well-known Zen master for many years, and the monk Xuyi who possesses various special skills, are so ridiculously held in his hands.

However, no one laughed.

Including the abstinence from killing at Fulong Temple, all the people in front of and behind the forest were silent, as if they had lost their vocal cords collectively...

"I heard that you want the present Dharma Sutra?"

With a flick of his hand, the boneless old monk fell to the mud. Yang Qian raised his eyes and glanced at the monks inside and outside the forest.

Wherever they looked, few people dared to raise their heads to look at each other, including the monks of Fulong Temple, they couldn't help shivering.

hum!
Suddenly, a faint golden light rose and flowed from the stretched and kneaded five fingers, exuding a strange but familiar atmosphere to them.

The surprise in the illusion came too fast, and he couldn't react in time, or in other words, the Great Master Bodhidharma had no intention of involving himself from the beginning.

More than a month after the illusion, it was the Supreme Master of Buddhism who left it for him to enlighten himself...

Thoughts flashed, guessing the cause and effect, Yang prison's heart throbbed, and then looked at the monks in front of and behind the mountains, and couldn't hold back his anger anymore:
"Unfortunately, you are not worthy!"

puff!
Seeing the extinguished golden light, all the monks bowed their heads and recited the Buddha's name, some were frightened or angry, but they dared not speak or run away.

No one can forget the shocking archery technique performed at the mouth of the south of the Five Ridges before him...

"The current Dharma Sutra..."

The strength of Buddhism's horizontal practice can be seen at this moment.

"It's a pity that you haven't completed the golden bell cover of the twelve-story building, otherwise, it would have made Yang spend more effort."

Yang Qiu looked at each other coldly.

Of course, he didn't use his full strength for that punch, not to mention the magnetic force added to his body, and the electric light pushing, even the power of ten dragons and ten elephants did not show.

However, once enlightened, even without supernatural powers, there are not many great masters in the world who can catch his punch and survive.

Xu Jing can resist it because of this "twelve-storey building golden bell cover".

This martial art originated from Bodhidharma's enlightenment, and among the 36 unique arts passed down by him, it ranks among the top twelve.

It is this great master of Buddhism, who came up with feelings after reading through Dao Zang. It seems to be pure Buddhist martial arts, but it also contains the meaning of the Taoist twelve-storey building.

The building is more important than the foundation, and so is this martial art.

The reason why Zen Master Sheng Yun of Dachan Temple dared to wrestle with Zhao Wang Zhang Xuanba of the Western Mansion was not only because of his great achievements in throwing elephants, but also because of the twelve-story golden bell cover.

When the force is released on the ground, the body will be like a mountain that cannot be pulled out.

The so-called invincibility is precisely because of this.

"Yang, King Yang's miraculous skills are unrivaled in the world, and he is no longer inferior to Zhang Xuanba back then. Unfortunately, the old man is much inferior to his senior brother..."

The mud was stained red with blood, Xu Jing held on, and sat cross-legged with difficulty under the support of several juniors.

Looking at Yang Yu in the strong wind, he looked dazed and smiled bitterly:
"Thousands of mistakes, only this old man, I only hope that King Yang's anger will dissipate, and don't blame others..."

"Brother, don't ask him!"

Xu Yi almost lost his breath, now he calmed down, hearing what his senior brother said, his heart felt like a knife was being twisted, he cursed and cried bitterly:
"Patriarch, if you have a spirit in the sky, open your eyes and see what kind of person you have passed the magical power to, he, he..."

"Shut up, shut up!"

Xu Jing puffed up, scolded angrily, and his face was as white as paper: "King Yang, you..."

"Yang is not a bloodthirsty generation, you don't have to worry that I will kill all the monks here..."

Yang Ju glanced at Xu Yi lightly, and there was nothing to hide under the darkness.

This violent-tempered old monk did not have the slightest trace of blood, and he did not belong to what Bodhidharma said about "cleaning the door".

no, isn't it?
Looking at Xu Jing, who was seriously injured and dying, and the other two whose life and death were unknown, everyone was a little speechless.

For more than ten years, among the Jianghu temples, the most famous person has rarely surpassed this one.

Along the way, how many bloody storms have been caused, and the number of people who died at his hands may be thousands or tens of thousands, or even innumerable.

It is clear that he is a tyrannical person who beheads Ling Chi at every turn, but he just says that he is not a bloodthirsty person...

"you……"

Xu Yi was full of anger and anger, but he didn't dare to disobey his senior brother, his chest rose and fell several times, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Brother!"

"Senior brother!"

Seeing this scene, Xu Jing felt a pain in his heart, and all the masters of Dachan Temple all had extremely ugly faces.

"Evil!"

Some monks couldn't bear such oppression, roared and wanted to rush forward, but were hugged tightly by a group of brothers and sisters.

"Patriarch, Patriarch...you open your eyes and have a look, disciple..."

The monk wailed loudly.

Grief seems to be contagious, not long after, many monks in the mountains and forests have become sad, some are crying, some are beating their chests and stamping their feet.

Although Da Chan, Wu Liang, and Lan Ke came from the same origin, but after all these years, there is no such thing as a fellowship.

At this moment, under the tremendous pressure, some of them even became angry with the enemy.

"Now, I think of your ancestor..."

Yang Yu was a little dumbfounded.

Accompanied by the cries and blood, he really seemed to be the legendary monster who slaughtered the righteous way.

Shaking his head slightly, his heart was calm. Naturally, his will would not be hindered by these cries, but he hadn't had an attack yet.
Not far away, there was a voice:
"The patriarch once said, he is not your patriarch."

The wailing stopped abruptly.

Many monks still had snot in their noses, but they couldn't cry anymore.

"you!"

"The purpose of my Zen is to keep the precepts, understand the mind, and see the nature. The intention is to abandon the six desires and seven emotions, and to see the true nature of me..."

Facing the fright and anger of many monks, Jie Se looked calm. He clasped his hands together, looked at the group of Buddhist masters, and said:
"Ask yourselves, have you really kept the rules and regulations, have you really abandoned the six desires and the seven emotions?"

Under the calm, he felt a little sad in his heart.

In the past one month, he followed the patriarch on many roads and learned a lot, but the longer he followed, the more sad he felt.

The Patriarch never asked for alms all his life, he was an ascetic monk who strictly abided by the Eight Precepts, and there were not a few emperors and generals who wanted to follow him.

But even if it is Dachan Temple, the place where he enlightened, and the place where the later generations of the mountain gate are, he and the ancestors of the Zen sect personally opened it up.

The first thousand hectares of Buddha fields were not donated by believers, not rewarded by the emperor, but he, with many disciples who were called ancestors by later generations, came to open up wasteland.

However, today after 2000.

Not to mention the top Buddhist sects such as Dachan Temple, Wuliangzong, and Lanke Temple, it is a small temple, and I don't know how the incense is at its peak...

Even, Fulong Temple, which is based on precepts and has no more than 18 people in each generation, also...

"Everyone, why don't you think about it, why the patriarch, the old man, would rather pass on the unique knowledge of Zen to Master Yang than to us monks who call themselves 'disciples and grandchildren'..."

He let out a long sigh, but did not receive any rebuttal.

Jie Se knew in his heart that it was not because they were speechless, but because Yang Jue was by his side, otherwise, he might see them as Buddhas and demons, and be stripped alive.

"What you say is meaningless."

Yang Ju didn't care much about the group of monks, his mind was mostly on the illusion of immortals and demons. At this moment, he came back to his senses and poured cold water on them first.

For more than 2000 years of Zen Buddhism, there has never been a shortage of scum in monk's robes, but similarly, there is also no shortage of eminent monks and great virtues.

Bodhidharma's acceptance of rebooting is not only because of him, but also because the little monk himself already possesses a bit of Bodhidharma's appearance.

In fact, he only dabbled a little bit in the fundamental magical skills of Dachan Temple, and the real inheritor is this little monk.

However, he was still too soft-hearted.

The real Bodhidharma is not only compassion...

"Benefactor Yang, the patriarch believes in you more than the little monk, and even asked you to clean up the house on your behalf..."

"Clean the portal?!"

As soon as these words came out, all the monks were stunned. No matter how they thought about it, they never thought that there was such a possibility...

"Great Grandmaster treats me quite well, and I will never refuse for some trivial matters."

Yang Ju raised his hand slightly, intending to throw the little monk who was standing in front of him, but he didn't want him to cling to his sleeve tightly, swinging around without letting go.

"Benefactor Yang, although...but, but..."

Finally, the voice of rebooting could not be calm anymore, he firmly grabbed Yang Jue's sleeve robe, his face turned pale:
"No, you can't kill them all!"

"Yang, you are not a bloodthirsty person..."

(End of this chapter)