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Longzhou, King Kong Temple, Arhat Hall, a young monk was holding a tray with a book of martial arts inside. He walked into a Buddhist hall, handed it to the middle-aged monk in front of him, and said, "Uncle Zhishan, you entrust Tao The task of the Sanhe Gang in Sanhe County of the state has been completed, and this is the martial arts secret book they sent."

In the Buddhist hall sat a middle-aged monk in gray linen who was chanting scriptures.

He has ten ring scars on his head, and a scar on his face from the center of his eyebrows to the right side of his nose. He is nearly two meters tall and has a strong build. He looks only in his thirties or forties, and his skin has a faint yellow metallic tinge. reflective.

If you observe carefully, although this monk has a ferocious face, he has a very kind face, and his temperament is calm and peaceful. It can be seen that the realm of Buddhism is very high.

Zhishan opened his eyes when he heard what the little novice said, "Oh? So Layman Fang has passed away? What a pity, he is a good seedling of Arhat Hall."

The little novice raised the martial arts secret book in his hand and asked, "This is the martial arts secret book..."

Zhishan picked it up casually, flipped through it casually, shook his head, and threw it on the table in front of him casually: "Has the secret book been spread?"

The little novice thought for a while and said, "I heard from Senior Brother Huiding that it didn't spread, and the Sanhe Gang is very disciplined."

Zhishan nodded and said: "I still know some rules of the rivers and lakes, and there are no more people to clean up, so let's distribute the task rewards to the Sanhe Gang according to the original negotiated task rewards."

The little novice nodded and said, "Yes, Master Zhishan."

The little novice left the Buddhist hall, and said to Brother Huiding who was waiting for news outside the Luohan Hall: "Uncle Zhishan has confirmed that the task has been completed, and the rewards of the Sanhe Gang can be distributed."

Hui Ding nodded and said, "Thank you, Junior Brother Hui Tong."

Seeing that Senior Brother Huiding was about to leave, the little novice Huitong hesitated for a moment, and stepped forward to ask: "Senior Brother Huiding, just now Senior Uncle Zhishan said that he wanted to clean up other people from all over the world who practiced "Bronze Skin and Iron Bone Kung Fu", why is that? ? Doesn’t our Buddhism save all living beings? Can’t martial arts be saved? We still have to guard the views of the sect?”

Hui Ding was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the little novice Hui Tong to ask this question, but Hui Tong is also a disciple of the inner sect, he doesn't know now, but he hasn't learned it yet, so it doesn't matter to tell him, so he replied truthfully: "My Buddhist sect and other disciples The sects are different, and there is no sect’s view. If there is a predestined relationship, you can learn my Buddhist martial arts. However, our Buddhist martial arts requires participation in the Buddhist realm. I’m happy. If there is no corresponding Buddhist realm, learning will be useless but harmful! Then it’s not The Buddhist martial arts are learned, but the demon martial arts that focus on killing! Therefore, if Buddhist martial arts are passed on, they must be recovered, otherwise, the damage will be endless."

The little novice nodded suddenly and said: "So that's it! Thank you, brother, for clarifying the confusion, brother has been taught."

Hui Ding shook his head and smiled and asked, "It's okay, I happen to have time, do you have any questions, Junior Brother?"

The little novice Huitong thought for a while, and asked cautiously: "It's not a matter of Buddhism, can it be okay?"

Huiding nodded and said, "Yes."

"Can you tell me what the rivers and lakes look like? I haven't been down the mountain yet?! The master always said that my cultivation of Buddhism is sufficient,

Can't go down the mountain. "

Little novice Huitong didn't see the envy in Huiding's eyes: How much like himself when he was a child? I always want to grow up quickly so that I can go down the mountain to practice. But when I really went down the mountain and started to practice, I realized how good the temple is!

If possible, he wanted to stay in the monastery all the time, and he didn't want to go down the mountain.

Huitong thought for a while, and instead of talking about the dangers of the Jianghu, he talked about the strange people and strange things in the Jianghu.

Especially this time, the time is the closest, and Huitong's memory is the clearest, so he focused on the matter of the Phantom Mist in Songshan.

After hearing this, the little novice Huitong was really surprised: "It's amazing, there is really a fog that can make people hallucinate? The phantom fog can kill people? Picking people to kill? It's amazing, as if someone is controlling the fog." Same."

Talking unintentionally, but listening with intention.

Zhishan didn't know when, but he was standing not far away, and happened to hear this conversation. After Zhishan heard this, his eyes became very bright and he walked over.

After hearing this, Hui Ding was stunned for a moment, and then realized: "Amitabha, Junior Brother Hui Tong is indeed born with wisdom roots, he broke through the fog with a single glance, and saw the essence."

Seeing Master Zhishan coming, he immediately saluted, and was about to tell what Huitong discovered just now, Master Zhishan shook his head and said: "I have already heard about the Phantom Mist in Songshan, tell me again, if you want Say everything in detail."

"yes!"

Although Hui Ding did not go to Songshan County this time to personally participate in it, he had personally communicated with several people who entered the mountain, because he knew it very clearly, and described it vividly as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

In the process of Zhishan's listening, Huiding found it very difficult to inquire carefully. After all, it was a report, not a personal experience.

After finishing speaking, he asked: "Uncle Zhishan, Sanhe County is now spreading the legend of Songshan Changqingguan who has created a martial arts myth, what do you think?"

After all, it is a well-known sect, well-informed and rich in theoretical knowledge. I have never seen it, and I have heard it from the elders of the sect.

However, Zhishan is not sure: "This does not match the description of the Golden Core Realm warrior or the Golden Body Realm warrior, and I dare not say for sure. However, this phantom fog in Songshan is indeed interesting!"

The phantom fog in Matsuyama is very similar to miasma, but different.

Although some miasmas in the south have hallucinogenic effects, they are not provocative.

Moreover, Songshan is located in the Central Plains, and it is not a sparsely populated and humid south, so how could there be miasma?

But nothing is certain.

The nature is mysterious and inexplicable, what if there is such a miasma?

"The miasma in the deep mountains and old forests in the south is caused by hallucinogenic plants, especially mushrooms. Many of the wild ones have hallucinogenic properties. As for picking people? This may be a special hallucinogenic plant?! It is also possible that there are plants specially designed to make people who practice martial arts hallucinate, and they happen to grow in Songshan, which is unknown."

Hui Ding smiled: "So that's how it is. I just heard what Junior Brother Huitong said, and I think what Junior Brother said makes sense. Now after listening to what Senior Uncle Zhishan said, I think what Senior Uncle Zhishan said also makes sense, but the meaning is completely opposite! Amitabha , the little monk's samadhi is too weak, master uncle, junior brother, Hui Ding has realized something, so I'm leaving."

After Huiding left, Zhishan said with a smile: "Huiding's chance is good, and his comprehension ability is also good. If he passes this test, he will surely reach the state of immovable vajra, and he can enter the inner door and teach the true teaching of Buddhism."

But the little novice Huitong insisted on his own opinion: "Uncle Zhishan, I still think that this is controlled by humans! It's not a miasma!"

Zhishan touched Huitong's bald head with a smile and said: "Huitong is even more powerful, with excellent concentration, Amitabha."

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