Chapter 969 A wake-up call
In the Shaolin Temple, in a quiet room, Kong Wen sat with his eyes closed, his two white eyebrows growing out of his cheeks and hanging down, still thinking about the mysterious Dharmakaya that he passed by before.
Who is he, where is he from, and why do I have no memory of him?
It has been more than a hundred years since I attained the Arhat's Golden Body. I have watched many rising stars achieve the Dharmakaya, and I have watched many talented juniors encounter difficulties and stagnate. I have also traveled to the East China Sea, practiced asceticism in the Western Regions, and also lamented the southern wilderness. He traveled to the extreme north, wandering between heaven and earth, looking for other worlds with living things, but the image of the man in green robes and the woman in yellow clothes never appeared in his mind.
And this is unless they have never walked in the rivers and lakes, or are old monsters who disappeared from the world before they broke into Tongren Alley?
Could it be a monastic sect, like Lanke Temple, which has been missing for decades?
Thinking of Lanke Temple, Kong Wen felt palpitations in his heart. Not to mention the adventures he had when he was young, he would often see this Sambhogakaya Pure Land when he wandered around the world after attaining the Golden Enlightenment. But after the great changes forty years ago, Lanko Temple can no longer be found, and according to the nature of the Sambhogakaya Pure Land, it should not disappear inexplicably, unless it is completely broken, or there are other reasons. Like it, other remaining ruined Pure Lands are also missing.
Thinking back to the mysterious collapse of the inheritance of the true meaning of the Zhen Sect's magical skills, and thinking about all the weird things that happened forty years ago, the answer seems to be coming out, but I can't get through the fog, as if I have forgotten something, but what is certain is that the truth will be very... The horror is enough to make one's mind collapse.
"Namo Amitabha." Kong Wen recited the Buddha's name in a low voice and decided to wander again. He suspected that the mysterious dharma bodies before had come from the pure land or cave heaven that had mysteriously disappeared. Maybe they had reappeared in the world!
If you still don't find it, go back to the temple and look through the ancient books of previous generations to see if they are old monsters that have not decayed with time.
His body became transparent, glass was like gold, and his spiritual consciousness came out, traveling between heaven and earth.
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Outside the Main Hall, several monks carrying brooms and other items held their breath and opened the half-opened door, intending to clean up the place.
As soon as the door opened, they saw two glazed lamps burning quietly in front of the Buddha, emitting dim yellow light. The statue of the golden Buddha was solemn and compassionate. The middle finger and thumb of his right hand held a petal of the Brahma flower, and the glazed lamp In front of him, stood a figure in a green shirt. He was wearing a fan crown, with gray temples. He put his hands behind his back, bathed in the warm light of the lights, raised his head slightly, and looked at the statue of Buddha, leisurely and contented. Beside him, there was another person. A woman wearing goose-yellow clothes stood in a dimly lit place, which made her look brighter and quieter.
Someone is in the Main Hall!
Someone broke into the Mahavira Palace quietly!
The handyman monks were no better than the real disciples and were slower to react. It took them a long time to come to their senses and stumbled out, some shouting loudly and some looking for the elders who were nearby.
After a while, the Shaolin formation was concealed and opened, and the luster of colored glass shone in the air. Kong Jian, the leader of Bodhi Temple, Wu Si, the leader of Bodhi Temple, and Wu Jing, the leader of Discipline Temple, arrived first. They were all wearing yellow monk robes and red cassocks. , with a solemn expression, quietly surrounded Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei in the center.
Meng Qi remained calm and looked at the familiar elders, pacing with their hands behind their backs, carefree and relaxed. Not only did each step they took not affect the energy of the monks who were ready to go, but instead stepped on the changes in the world within them. In the cardinal rhythm, the momentum that allowed them to condense was always interrupted, making them very uncomfortable and unable to take action.
A few breaths later, Abbot Kongwen, who was awakened by Xuanbei, stepped into the main hall with a nine-ring tin staff. He looked at Meng Qi, raised one hand, pronounced the Buddha's name and said, "I don't know why the donor came to my Shaolin?"
He had long recognized it as the mysterious Dharmakaya that just passed by, and he did not blame him for sneaking in hastily, but pointed to the purpose.
At the same time, he preliminarily judged from Jiang Zhiwei's aura and sword refining characteristics that she was from the Xijiang Pavilion, but her strength was far superior to Zhou Taichong, the strongest person in Xijiang Pavilion.
Could it be that he is an outstanding person who has been locked up in Xijiang Pavilion for a hundred or two hundred years and still managed to escape?
But the mysterious Dharmakaya is not like the people from Xijian Pavilion...
Meng Qi smiled slightly and extended his left hand backwards: "Abbot Kongwen, let's change places. There's a bit of a host-and-guest situation at the moment."
At this time, Meng Qi was standing in front of the Buddha statue, and Kong Wen was at the entrance to the temple. It seemed that the former was the host and the latter was the guest.
Kong Wen saw that Meng Qi's posture was peaceful and showed no sign of hostility, so he raised one hand again and saluted. He remained vigilant and passed by Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei.
After the host and guest were separated, Meng Qi still seemed to have returned to his own home and said casually: "Everyone, sit down and talk."
Without waiting for the Shaolin monks to agree, he directly sat cross-legged on the futon in the hall, followed closely by Jiang Zhiwei.
"The donor is free and easy, more like a Zen disciple than Lao Monk." Kongwen said with a smile, and then sat down. Kongjian, Wusi, Wujing, Xuanbei and others took their seats one after another, still surrounding Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei in the center.
Meng Qi naturally put his hands on his knees and said with a smile: "I heard that Shaolin martial arts is extensive and has four or seventy-two unique skills. I happen to be well-known for my extensive knowledge and strong memory, and what I have learned is complicated. I came here to ask for advice."
The four major ones are Tathagata Divine Palm's "Nian Hua Yi Smile", Moko's Demon-Suppressing Fist, the Great Dream Sutra, and the Changing Tendon Sutra.
Sure enough, he came to challenge...Wu Jing snorted. Since the founding of the Shaolin sect, there have always been people like this. The other monks also had similar thoughts. Only Xuan Bei's face was solemn, because he knew that the other party was Dharmakaya, and he could only challenge him. It's the master.
"Amitabha, the donor has realized the Dharmakaya, and I can only take over." Kong Wen's face showed no emotion.
Dharmakaya? Already certified Dharmakaya? It was only then that monks such as Kongjian, Wusi and Wujing were shocked to realize the terror of the other party. Although they knew before that the person coming was extraordinary and the breath was difficult to judge, they did not expect that it was actually a Dharmakaya!
When did such a Dharmakaya appear in the world again?
Is he sure he can beat the abbot?
Meng Qi said with a smile: "Has Abbot Kongwen ever mastered the seventy-two secrets?"
"Never." Kong Wen replied calmly, "The seventy-two secrets are all profound and profound. If you delve into a few of them, you can get a glimpse of the meaning of Zen. If you study all of them, you will inevitably lack energy and conflict with each other."
"But I want to see all the unique skills." Meng Qi looked around at the monks, "If not, I will suppress my strength to the same level. Can you please give me some advice from all the eminent monks?"
What was his plan? Shaolin monks have never encountered similar requests. As the head of Bodhidharma Academy, Kong Jian and Kong Wen looked at each other and whispered: "Amitabha, please lend me this Maha Finger."
As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his ten fingers on his knees, and the sound of whooshing filled all directions. There were tens of thousands of light golden finger winds. They were the most, the most powerful, and the most victorious, making it impossible to avoid and impossible to stop. .
As soon as the finger wind came out, the Shaolin monks saw the ten fingers on the green-robed man's knees also moving. There was also a whooshing sound, and there were also tens of thousands of light gold finger wind blowing from every corner.
Bang bang bang! The fingers collided with the wind, and the strong wind swept through the Mahavira Palace. Meng Qi actually blocked Kong Jian's Mahazia finger exactly.
"Maharazhi! You can also Mahazhi! Where did you learn Mahazhi?" Wujing, the leader of the Discipline Academy, suddenly stood up, full of jealousy.
He secretly learned Shaolin Maha Finger!
Suddenly, each monk looked at Meng Qi with contempt and hatred.
Meng Qi smiled slightly: "Buddhist martial arts came from the Tathagata. Bodhidharma can understand the secrets from the Tathagata's palm, can't I? I have mastered more than the seventy-two secrets!"
Over time, the Shaolin monks became more and more arrogant, arrogant, upright and roundabout. Han Guang was able to enchant people and had no shortage of help in this regard, so he had to frustrate their energy.
"Then let the poor monk see it!" Wu Jing bent the knuckle of the index finger of his right hand, showing the state of green and red glass, and slammed it forward, and suddenly a blue and red phantom of Ananda Dragon King appeared, solidifying a wave. , hit Meng Qi with unparalleled power, explosive and restrained, specializing in breaking through the hard skills of protecting the body.
Meng Qi also raised his right hand, bent the knuckle of his index finger, and struck out with green and red glass. He struck it on the head of Ananda Dragon King's shadow with a snap, knocking it into pieces, leaving Wu Jing unable to withstand the backlash. Sit down backwards.
It’s really Ananda’s finger! Immediately, one by one the eminent monks stood up and struck Meng Qi one by one with Prajna Palm, Sumita Palm, Wuxiang Jie Finger, Dead Wood Magic Technique, etc., but Meng Qi responded to them one by one.
By the end, they were slumped on their futons with blank expressions on their faces, unable to believe what they were witnessing.
The green-robed man opposite actually mastered seventy-two secrets at the same time!
——Except for things like the Art of Sacrifice and Crossing the River with a Reed, which are difficult to display.
Since Bodhidharma, no one has mastered all the secrets at the same time!
"Amitabha, the donor is forcibly recreating a unique skill with a Buddhist magical skill." Abbot Kongwen looked on coldly and saw the essence. He raised his right hand and pressed his middle finger and index finger against each other, as if holding flowers, with a pure smile on his face. A Zen-like smile brushed towards Meng Qi.
Nianhuazhi is the most important Zen mind. It cannot be imitated by sensing the movement route and mobilizing the laws of heaven and earth!
At this moment, he saw the man in green robe also smiling, but behind him appeared a bodhi tree with both glory and withered features. He pointed to the sky with one hand and touched the ground with the other. It immediately turned into a golden Buddha, filling the space between heaven and earth.
"I am the only one in heaven and under heaven!"
The majestic sound enters the ears, and the withered Bodhisattva blooms with the clear light of glazed glass. It is both withered and prosperous, pointing directly to the bottom of the heart, and the Zen flavor is long.
Kong Wen seemed to have realized something and wanted to seize this idea, while the other monks were already intoxicated, intoxicated with the Dharma, and intoxicated with the warning of "I am the only one who is supreme".
Then, Kongwen saw the man in green robe with gray temples stand up slowly and walk out of the main hall with his hands behind his back, leisurely and contentedly.
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Living Buddha Hutuktu first came to Shaolin, and Kong Wen was one of his most valued enemies.
"Now I have not only recovered from my injuries, but also have the opportunity to go further. I have to challenge powerful enemies one by one, defeat them, and accumulate momentum and confidence." Hutuktu strolled up the stairs, his momentum subdued, and his mind was full of high-spirited thoughts. Feeling.
At this time, he saw a man in green robes and a woman in yellow clothes coming down from Shaolin. He didn't pay much attention and passed them by.
They were in peace with each other and walked a few more steps. Hutuktu suddenly felt something in his heart. He turned back and smiled at Jiang Zhi:
"I haven't been in the world for many years, but I didn't expect that such a talent would emerge from Xijiang Pavilion. How is Zhou Taichong now?"