I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

Just as the descending dragon descended into the world and used his own Buddhist meaning to draw out the Tripitaka, and then the Tripitaka turned into a Buddhist avenue that connects thousands of miles to the sky, a great excitement is also going on in Dongcang City.

On Jiange.

Adama took a deep breath and stepped onto the ring.

He clasped his hands together and saluted the opponent in front of him. Opposite him was a Confucian scholar who looked to be about twenty years old, and he smiled back at Adama: "I have seen Shaolin senior brother!"

In Chen Luo's design, the martial arts academy does not distinguish each school by sect, but divides the martial arts academy into departments similar to those of the previous university. Students can decide on majors and majors according to their own qualifications and interests. minor. No matter which school or school of Kungfu you learn, you will eventually have a common name-disciple of the martial arts school.

In the martial arts academy, each martial arts system will select a student with the highest achievement to become a senior brother or senior sister, form a martial arts federation, and manage the entire martial arts academy together with the martial arts worship group designated by Chen Luo operation. The first Shaolin Master Brother is Adamo.

Since the establishment of the Wuyuan, Shaolin has always been an embarrassing existence. In terms of background, there is a Taoist sect secretly funding, Wudang is simply open, it wants people, money and money, Tai Chi and Tai Chi Sword are even more profound; Beiming Shengong and so on all have an ethereal Immortal Qi, especially the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect, no matter male or female, their appearance and body are all the best choices, which has created a huge temptation for young people who are new to the Practitioner.

In addition, Beggar Sect, which was blessed by Guo Jing and Qiao Feng; Mingjiao, which looks evil but is actually bright, are also popular departments.

The Emei school, where Su Qianqian is the master sister, is also the first choice of many female Practitioners.

Even the Wuyue Sword Sect, which has always been at the bottom of the chain of contempt by the faculties, has seen a sharp increase in the strength of sword cultivators because of Lang Feixian's integration of poetic swordsmanship into Martial Dao, and the number of applicants for disciples has skyrocketed recently.

Only in Chen Luo's book, Shaolin, known as Mount Tai Northern Dipper, has been tepid. Even with the heaven-defying image of the sweeping monk in "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" first, people are afraid to get close.

There are no more than three reasons.

The first is the relationship between Buddhism in the Western Regions. In the minds of the people of Daxuan, they have never had a good impression of Buddhism, and Shaolin Zen seems to be inextricably linked with Buddhism, so it made people resist in Innate. Coupled with the fact that there are some self-righteous remarks, which believe that Shaolin and Buddhism are at odds, then Chen Luo may abandon Shaolin for Martial Dao. Therefore, many people have concerns when choosing Shaolin.

The second is the threshold of Shaolin martial arts. Different from direct comprehension of other martial arts, although in theory Shaolin martial arts can be learned by everyone, without qualification problems, but in fact, you need to master the corresponding Buddhist principles before you can master martial arts, which is a step slower than others. If Dharma is unreasonable, then Shaolin martial arts will become a mirror image.

Finally, there is the attitude of Chen Luo. Chen Luo does not intend to establish Zen as a religion, but positions it as a special learning principle, so Shaolin Practitioner will not take the initiative to spread the teachings to ordinary people. I do my practice, I help you and love you, but I don't ask you to support me and believe in me.

So all kinds of reasons put together, although Shaolin has a great reputation, the number of disciples is very small.

Adama's eyes were like lightning, and he looked at his own opponent. Although he prayed to Buddha, he was also a Practitioner. Great Buddhist principles are in front of him, but no one gets close to him. This is his most urgent thing. He hopes that with his performance of Martial Dao Transcendent, he will attract more people's attention and let more people know about the Buddhism he has come into contact with.

As for Jiange, it is the best stage.

"Can we start?" the Confucian scholar said gently. This person's surname is Yan, and his name is Yan Benyu. He is the Yan family's younger brother who presented Chen Luo's "Fishing Old Man Picture" at the beginning, and he majors in Yan's painting.

Adama nodded: "Please!"

Yan Benyu was also polite, and immediately took two steps back, a blank picture scroll emerged, Yan Benyu's thoughts moved slightly, and the majestic righteousness fell on the picture scroll.

In an instant, a blue light flashed on the scroll, and thousands of arrows came from the painting and shot towards Adamo...

...

"Brother Zhu, look at this match, can Adama win?" Outside the Jiange of Lun Jiange, the great scholar Jin Helan looked at the Pavilion of Jiange, and asked Zhu Hesong, the great scholar beside him.

These two great Confucians, who were on duty at the Martial Academy today, were sitting in the worship hall, bored, so they set their sights on the Pavilion of the Sword.

Zhu Hesong narrowed his eyes: "It's hard to say you can't win, but you can't say you can't win. Half and half, what do you think?"

Jin Helan frowned slightly: "Am I asking you or are you asking me?"

Zhu Hesong was taken aback: "You're asking me! Then I asked again, don't you understand this? You fake Confucianism!"

Jin Helan stroked his forehead and sighed: "I will be your grandson if I talk to you again!"

"Hey, you're all great Confucianists, so don't talk about ethics. Besides, you don't have a grandmother!"

"You don't even have a grandmother!"

"Look, aren't you a grandson?"

Listening to the bickering between the two, the great scholars who had long been used to it smiled slightly, Xiang Jixuan stood up to smooth things over and said, "I think it will be very difficult for Adamo to win."

"Wu Hou drove the Martial Dao for six thousand miles, but so far, except for Wuhou himself, the rest of the Martial Dao people are still a little away from the six thousand miles. Those geniuses are all hunting high-level bloodlines."

Speaking of this, another great Confucian nodded lightly: "Nowadays, the barbaric plain is full of flames, and the sweat part of the tower bone is disintegrating, but there are many high-level bloodlines who have fled south. Speaking of which, Ji Zhong has not returned for eight Nine Heavens... "

"The life-saving object on his body has not been touched, so there should be no danger. I think he may have gained a lot. Speaking of which, so far, Ji Zhong is the only one who has defeated the Confucianism and Taoism with a Martial Dao Cultivation Base of three thousand miles. .”

Jin Helan answered, "That's right. Mr. Ji, because of Mr. Lang Da's fusion of Dao, the power of Sword Intent has greatly increased, and he defeated Daoist Ku Yu Daoist."

At this time, an old Confucianist nodded: "That Yan Benyu is the sixth rank Enlightenment Master of the Yan family, and also a talented person in the Confucian school. Although it is extremely difficult to become a saint in painting, before the great Confucianism, it is Confucianism. One of the most powerful departments in the school. I think the winning rate of Adamo against him is less than 10%."

"I don't think so." A voice suddenly sounded, Yan Tianbing, the patriarch of the Yan family, came to the enshrinement hall at some time, he bowed to everyone, and said with a smile, "This nephew of the old man, don't look at it now. Summon the things in the painting to attack, but his six thousand miles of vertical road is simply an empty road in the painting."

"The old man has also read Shaolin books recently, and the description of the state of mind in it is quite unique, perhaps restraining this illusory testimonial."

Yan Tianbing smiled and didn't care about dismantling the platform of his own children. What the others didn't know was that it was Yan Tianbing who suggested to Adamo to challenge Yan Benyu this time.

...

The Great Confucianism is still talking, and Adama and Yan Benyu have fought against each other for several rounds on the Jiange. Among them, Yan Benyu summoned thousands of arrows from the drawing book, rushed into the battle, and summoned thunder, lightning, cold wind, water, fire, earth and stone, and Adama They also continued to perform martial arts such as golden bell cover, lion's roar, Wuxiang Jiezhi, dragon claw hand, etc. The two sides fought back and forth, which dazzled and praised the audience.

"Shaolin martial arts is very strong!" A practitioner sighed sincerely. Normally, those Shaolin students felt that their skin was rough and fleshy, but now watching Adama's practice, he realized that the foundation of Shaolin martial arts is solid, solid, complex and diverse.

"Of course, otherwise, how could Marquis Wu be so respected in the book!" Someone echoed, "It's just... I want to change Shaolin."

"Don't jump to conclusions yet. Master Yan is currently using Confucian Realm methods, let's take a look." Someone said calmly.

At this time on the ring, Yan Benyu frowned slightly when he saw that Adamo was not at all tired in the fight, and found that the opponent was more difficult than he imagined, so he shouted: "Be careful!"

As he said that, a writing brush appeared in his hand. Yan Benyu held the writing brush upside down, and pointed towards the center of own's eyebrows. In an instant, Yan Benyu's figure flickered, and it was split into two, turning into two Yan Benyu. Xiang own's eyebrows turned into four more Yan Benyu.

"It's appeared! Dao painting method, fake and real!" Someone exclaimed, this is a powerful method drawn by the painting method out of thin air. It is said that at the level of Confucianism, he can even draw his own principles and perceptions of Heavenly Dao into it. This portrait is in the body.

However, this is just the beginning. The four Yan Benyu are lined up in four directions, and the brushes in their hands are waving quickly in the void, as if they are drawing something. Naturally, Adama couldn't let Yan Benyu do what he wanted, and immediately rushed to one of Yan Benyu. At this moment, the other Yan Benyu suddenly stopped and pointed his brush at Adamo. Immediately, a chain formed by pen and ink came out from under the ring, and Ada Mo's legs entangled.

Adama's mortal energy circulated, and he broke free from the chain of pen and ink, but with such a setsuna's effort, the four Yan Benyu had already completed the second Dao painting technique, and opened a cyan barrier, trapping Adamo in it.

"Draw empty space and make prison!"

When Adama blinked, he found himself standing in the familiar garden of Siddhartha's palace.

Drawing the void to make a prison is not a binding spell like drawing the ground to make a prison, but an Illusion Art of the soul.

A painting prison is set up in the space, and people in the painting prison can't help drawing the things that scare them the most in their souls.

And the great terror hidden in Adama's heart is the giant palm of Shrouding the Heavens.

"The royal family of Siddhartha, cultivating pagan religion, should be destroyed!" The voice that appeared countless times in the dream exploded in his ears, Adama raised his head, and a huge palm suddenly appeared in the originally clear sky, facing towards the palace. Press.

"Illusion! It's an illusion!" Adama kept telling himself in his heart, he forced himself to raise his head, and looked at the falling giant palm.

His spirit is clear, he knows that this is an illusion caused by Yan Benyu's technique, and it is the deepest fear in his heart.

"I have obtained the Fa-rectification, and I am not afraid of heretics!" Adama suddenly jumped up and hit the giant palm.

With a "bang", Adama was beaten into blood foam by the giant palm.

...

Adama opened his eyes, and he stood in the garden of the palace again.

"The royal family of Siddhartha, cultivating paganism, should be destroyed!" The magnificent voice sounded again, as if the illusion just now was repeated again.

"I have attained Dhamma!" Adama recited, "Namo Amitabha!"

As he spoke, he jumped up again, facing the giant palm.

With a bang, Adamo was beaten into blood mist again.

...

Adama opened his eyes for the third time, still in the palace garden.

"The royal family of Siddhartha, cultivating paganism, should be destroyed!" The voice sounded for the third time.

Adama showed confusion in his eyes, why? Why can't I break through this illusion?

Could it be that he has no true intention to lead the Fa-rectification?

Why?

...

At the same time, in Lun Jiange, Yan Benyu saw blood and tears in Adama's eyes, and his heart tightened.

This is not the effect of painting prison!

He hurriedly started to remove the spell, but at this moment, a force came from that spell, which directly interrupted Yan Benyu's spellcasting. Yan Benyu felt that his soul was hit hard, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Almost at the next moment, the figures of Yan Tianbing and Xiang Jixuan appeared on the ring at the same time. With serious eyes, the two looked at Adama in the painting prison.

"Patriarch!" Seeing Yan Tianbing, Yan Benyu immediately shouted, "Quick, quickly withdraw this spell. I can't withdraw it!"

Yan Tianbing and Xiang Jixuan looked at each other, both of them looked serious.

They sensed that this technique of drawing a prison was only an introduction at best, and what was really attacking Adamo right now was the fear that Adamo had for Buddhism during Samsara again and again.

Adama is from the Western Regions, and Adama is only in this life, and the previous lives must have been Samsara in a certain Bodhisattva's Buddhist pure land. This natural fear comes from the coercion of the Buddhist Wanli Road.

Only the half holy eulogy or the blessing of the Taoist priest can resolve it.

They, too, are helpless.

"Do your best!" Yan Tianbing sighed, and just as he was about to summon his own country to descend from heaven, suddenly, Adama in the painting prison moved.

He raised his fist.

...

Illusion.

Death again and again caused infinite pain in Adama's heart.

It's not that I can't break the illusion, but I can't break the fear.

He kept reciting the Buddhist scriptures of Zen, but all the principles were vulnerable to that giant palm.

"Is what I'm looking for the true Buddha?"

Just as this suspicion appeared in Adama's mind, he shook his head suddenly, throwing away this distracting thought.

"The Fa-rectification and the true Buddha are in my heart."

"Thousands of miles, you can't reach the other shore!"

After speaking, Adamo suddenly showed a smile and clenched his fists again.

For a time, Adama's heart blossomed.

"Unfortunately, the Sea of ​​Bitterness Purdue Road has not been seen."

After the words fell, suddenly a melody seemed to come from a distant place and fell into Adamo's ears.

"The shoes are broken, the hat is broken, the Kasaya is broken..."

Following this voice, the golden light in Adama's eyes seemed to appear in his eyes, a golden road leading to the endless Qingming.

Adamo blinked again, and the golden road of ten thousand miles disappeared, but one after another power poured into Adamo's fist. He raised his fist and punched the sky-shaking giant palm.

During the Setsuna, streaks of golden light flew out from Adamo's fist, piercing through the giant palm in the blink of an eye, and the wound on the giant palm burst into golden light, cracking inch by inch right in front of Adamo's eyes.

The dark clouds receded, and a ray of sunlight shone on Adamo.

Adama clasped his hands together and bowed to the south.

...

Looking at the painting prison that was disintegrated by a punch, Yan Tianbing's mouth twitched, and he looked at Xiang Jixuan: "What kind of punch is this?"

Before Xiang Jixuan could answer, Adamo's voice came.

"Shaolin, Arhat Fist!"

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