The First Cause of All Realms

boom!

The sound waves sounded like thunder, and in an instant, a gust of wind and smoke erupted.

Before and after the forest, everyone turned back in horror, and they saw that a red sun seemed to rise in the forest, and the amazing light and heat dispelled the fog and smoke.

A black robe danced wildly in the middle, exuding a terrifying deterrent.

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

"Yang Prison!"

Before the sound of Jinglei's voice was over, the monks of Dachan Temple had already changed their expressions in shock, and the other martial artists were no different.

Before the exclamations from the crowd had subsided, the monks Dachan, Wuliang, and Lanke, who gathered like an iron wall in front of the monks in Fulong Temple, had already ordered to retreat without thinking.

Strong as Xu Jing, Dong Chan, and Hui Lin, the three great Buddhist masters, couldn't help but tremble wildly, and immediately stimulated the true qi and supported the true astral.

Like an enemy!

Even though Buddhism is in decline, they must be among the most well-informed people in the world.

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

What kind of existence is there, they know much better than most people in the world.

Therefore, seeing Yang Yu come out with anger, how could the three of them be at peace?

Even the monks of Fulong Temple who did not face their anger directly felt their hearts tremble and hardly dared to look directly at the figure that came from breaking through the mist.

"Ami……"

As soon as the illusory golden bell rose, Xu Jing's hands were not even tightly closed when a loud noise was heard.

"Still?!"

boom!

The air exploded like thunder, and the wind rose sharply.

quick!

The collision was much faster than anyone imagined, even the old monk Huilin of Lanke Temple, not far from Xu Jing, only felt a flower in front of his eyes.

Immediately, with a loud bang, the huge mountains and forests swayed, the smoke and dust billowed, and the seemingly omnipresent air flow was repelled.

"you!"

The half-sentence 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 erupted, the unclasped hands were already separated and slanted up. It was the one of the twelve stunts of the Great Chan Temple that he had been immersed in for a hundred years.

He was born at a time when Buddhism was in decline, and his senior brother, Shengyun, who was even more incapable of wrestling with King Zhao of the Western Palace, was as stunning and brilliant.

A golden bell hood of a twelve-storeyed building, and the power of the powerful King Kong in one hand is also well-known in the world.

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

However, it was only a light touch of the fist wind, and before the Lord came, his eyes were blank.

Boxing? !

Before the thought flashed, he fell into a momentary daze.

In a trance, he only felt as if he had dreamed back to when he was a boy a hundred years ago, under the harsh winter, he couldn't bear the whipping of the master, and he stumbled into the wind and snow.

The long-forgotten hunger and cold, plagued by illness, suddenly, as if spanning time, reappeared on himself!

The pure and pure qi, powerful qi and blood, and thick zheng that have been cultivated for a hundred years... seem to have disappeared in an instant!

"not good……"

In just an instant, Xu Jing was able to regain his senses and got rid of the coldness and weakness that had penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

However,

After the fist style, the fist mark has arrived!

Boom!

The sound of hammering drums resounded in my heart.

Just after returning to the emptiness, his mind was blank again, until the severe pain came from all over the body, and there was a picture in front of his eyes.

His feet were already off the ground!

The whole person, like a straw, was broken by the fist marks that fell lightly, and the whole person rose into the air.

boom!

A low and dull sound like a drum beat instantly spread throughout the huge forest.

Amidst the raging wind and dust, a group of monks had just recovered, and a large area of ​​blood mist was blown away by the wind.

The abbot of Dachan Temple, the old monk Xu Jing, who has the "living King Kong, standing undefeated", was punched and his feet were off the ground.

His muscles and bones were rubbing violently, his skin was constantly bulging, and before it landed, large tracts of blood had been squeezed out of the pores all over his body.

It seems that this punch will shake all his blood out of the body!

boom!

boom!

In an instant, the help of the two great Buddhist masters from the Wuliangzong and Lanke Temple came to the rescue.

Then, accompanied by two dull sounds that made one's teeth sour, he was also beaten off the ground, his muscles and bones rattled, and his blood was violent.

Only two moments before and after, the words of 'black-hearted maggots' have not yet landed, and the vast majority of people have not 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!

huh~

Let the wind blow away the dust.

Looking at the swordsman in Xuanyi who was standing upright with his fists closed in the still-undispersed fog, as if he had never done anything, the eyes of the crowd were no longer in shock, but in horror and terror.

"Brother!"

The shrill screams woke up a group of stunned warriors.

Seeing the monk Xuyi from the Dachan Temple, he roared with split eyes and rushed towards the old monk Xujing who fell into the mud and didn't know his life or death.

But before he could finish his words, he took a step forward. He was grabbed by the back of his neck and dragged backwards.

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

The screaming stopped abruptly.

The first of the Bodhidharma Academy of Dachan Temple, the famous Zen master Ji Nian, and the monk Xuyi who possessed various stunts, were so comically carried in their hands.

However, no one laughed.

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

"I heard that you want the Bodhidharma Sutra in this world?"

With a flick of his hand, he threw the boneless old monk into the mud, Yang Yu raised his eyes and swept over the monks inside and outside the forest.

As far as their eyes went, no one dared to look up, including the monks from Fulong Temple, who couldn't help but shudder.

hum!

Suddenly, a faint golden light rose and circulated from the five fingers that were stretched and pinched together, exuding an aura that was unfamiliar but familiar to them.

The sudden change in the illusion came too quickly, and he couldn't react in time. In other words, the great master of Bodhidharma had no intention of involving himself from the very beginning.

For 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 Yu's heart throbbed, and then looking at these monks before and after the mountains and forests, he could no longer hold back his anger:

"Unfortunately, you don't deserve it!"

puff!

Looking at the smothered golden light, all the monks bowed their heads and recited the Buddha's name. They were either frightened or angry, but they did not dare to speak or run away.

No one can forget the sky-shattering archery performed at the mouth of the Lingnan Sea in front of me...

"The present Dharma Sutra..."

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

"Unfortunately, your golden bell cover of the 12th floor has not been completed. Otherwise, Yang would be able to put more effort into it."

Yang Yu looked at each other coldly.

That punch, he naturally did not use his full strength, not to mention the power of the ten dragons and ten elephants.

It's just that, once he realized the Dao, even if he didn't have supernatural powers, there were very few who could take his punch without dying.

The virtual static can resist, it is because of this 'twelve-storey golden bell hood'.

This martial arts came out of Bodhidharma's enlightenment, and ranked the top twelve among the thirty-six superb arts that he personally passed down.

It is the great master of Buddhism, who was inspired by reading Taoism. It seems to be purely Buddhist martial arts, but it also contains the meaning of the twelve-story building of Taoism.

The building is more important than the foundation, and the same goes for this martial arts.

At that time, the great Chan Master Shengyun of Dachan Temple dared to wrestle with Zhang Xuanba, the king of Zhao of the Western government, because of the great success of his Buddha throwing an elephant, there are also reasons for the golden bell hood of the twelve-story building.

When the force is sent to the ground, the body is like a mountain that cannot be pulled out.

The so-called undefeated position is precisely because of this.

"Yang, King Yang's magic is unparalleled in the world, and it is no less than Henry Zhang, but unfortunately, the elder brother is much inferior..."

The mud was stained red with blood, and Xu Jing was strongly supported, sitting cross-legged with the help of several junior brothers.

Looking at Yang Prison in the wind, he looked in a trance and smiled bitterly:

"Thousands of mistakes are made, it's just the old man, I just hope that the anger of King Yang will dissipate, and don't take anger on others..."

"Senior brother, don't ask him!"

Xu Yi was almost out of breath, but at this time he eased up. Hearing his senior brother's words, his heart was like a knife, and he scolded and cried bitterly:

"Patriarch, if you have a spirit in the sky, open your eyes and see what kind of person you have passed on your magical power to, he, he..."

"Shut up, shut up!"

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

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

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

This grumpy old monk, without the slightest trace of blood, does not belong to the "cleaning doors" mentioned by Bodhidharma.

No, isn't it?

Looking at Xu Jing, who was seriously injured and dying, and the other two who didn't know whether to live or die, everyone was speechless.

For more than ten years, in the temples and temples of the rivers and lakes, the most famous person has hardly appeared on the right side.

Along the way, he caused a lot of blood and blood, and the people who died at his hands, I don't know if it was thousands or tens of thousands, or even innumerable.

He is clearly a tyrannical person who beheads Ling Chi at every turn, but he says he is not a murderer...

"you……"

Xu Yi was full of anger, but he didn't dare to disobey his senior brother.

"Brother!"

"Senior brother!"

Seeing this scene, Xu Jing felt a pain in his heart, and even if he was a master of Dachan Temple, his face was extremely ugly.

"Evil!"

Some monks couldn't bear such depression, roaring and wanting to rush forward, but were hugged tightly by a group of senior brothers.

"Patriarch, Patriarch... Open your eyes and take a look, disciple..."

The monk burst into tears.

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

Although the three sects of Dachan, Wuliang, and Lanke came from the same origin, they have long lost their friendship after all these years.

At this moment, under the enormous pressure, some of the same haters are actually getting nervous.

"Now, I think of your patriarch coming..."

Yang prison was a little dumbfounded.

Accompanied by this cry and blood, he really seemed to have become the legendary demon who slaughtered the right way.

Shaking his head slightly, his heart is cold, his will will naturally not be hindered and shaken by these cries, but he has not yet attacked,

Not far away, there was a voice:

"The patriarch once said that he is not your patriarch."

The wailing stopped abruptly.

Many monks still had snot, but couldn't cry any longer.

"you!"

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

Facing the anger of many monks, rebooting had a calm expression, he folded his hands, looked at the masters of Buddhism, and said:

"Ask yourself, all these years, have you really followed the rules, have you really abandoned the six desires and seven emotions?"

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

In the past month, he followed the Patriarch through many, many paths and learned a lot, but the longer he followed, the more sad he felt in his heart.

Throughout his life, the Patriarch never made alms, and was an ascetic who really strictly observed the Eight Precepts. There were not a few emperors and generals who wanted to follow him.

But even though it was Dachan Temple, the place of his enlightenment, and the place of the mountain gate in later generations, he and all the ancestors of Zen Buddhism created it with his own hands.

The original thousand hectares of Buddhist fields were not donated by believers or given by emperors, but by him, who came to open up the wasteland with many disciples who were called ancestors by later generations.

However, two thousand years later today.

Not to mention the top Buddhist schools such as Dachan Temple, Wuliangzong, and Lanke Temple, they are just small temples, and I don’t know how prosperous the incense is…

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

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

He let out a long sigh, but received no rebuttal.

Rebooting understands in his heart that it is not because they are speechless, but because Yang Prison is by his side, otherwise, he may regard them as Buddhas and demons and be stripped of life and death.

"It's pointless for you to say that."

Yang Yu didn't care much about these monks, and his mind was mostly above the fairy and magic realm. At this time, he returned to his senses and poured a basin of cold water over it.

In the more than two thousand years of Zen Buddhism, there has never been a shortage of scum in monks' robes, but there are also many eminent monks and great virtues.

Rebooting can be accepted by Bodhidharma, not only because of him, but also because of the little monk himself, who already has some of the appearance of Bodhidharma.

In fact, he only dabbled in the fundamental magic of this Dachan Temple, and the true inheritor is this little monk.

However, he was still too soft-hearted.

The real Bodhidharma~www.readwn.com~ is not just compassion...

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

"Clean up 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...

"The Great Grandmaster treats me very well, and he will not refuse for a little trivial matter."

Yang Yuwei raised his hand and wanted to throw the little monk who was standing in front of him, but he didn't want him to cling to his sleeve and swayed around without letting go.

"Master Yang, although... yes, but..."

The voice of rebooting finally couldn't be calm anymore, he firmly grabbed Yang Yu's sleeve robe, his face turned pale:

"No, you can't kill them all!"

"Yang, not a murderer..." 16531/10987013