Chapter 37

Master Ma's chest fluctuated, obviously his mood was not calm, and he said coldly, "I broke my arm and sent it to the big Leiyin temple to return the magic power of the big Leiyin temple. Why should I be chased and killed to separate my wife and children? Since I was determined to die, why can't I spread the magic power of the big Leiyin temple?"

The old monk shook his head and said, "younger martial brother, one arm does not represent all magical powers."

Ma Ye chuckled, "all the magic powers on me don't come from the big Leiyin temple. Do you also want to abolish other magic powers on me? I was born in the arrogant Leiyin temple, but I fought with my own hands, and you didn't dare to stop me at that time. When I had a wife and children, you came to the door again, and I was willing to break my arm for the safety of my wife and children, and returned the magic power of your big Leiyin temple!"

His face was gloomy: "then what? You chased me, separated my wife and children, and destroyed my family!"

The old monk frowned: "Rules are rules, and changing them is not rules. The mortal world interferes with practice. Younger martial brother, in fact, we are not going to kill you, but to save you from the suffering of the mortal world and return to the great Leiyin temple to practice, so as to achieve positive results. If you didn't move your mind and hit the great Leiyin temple in those days, now the position of the Tathagata in the great Leiyin temple is yours. If you are willing to return to the temple with me, the old Tathagata will be very happy. The position of the Tathagata is still yours. ”(note to Zhaizhu: the folk saying of Tathagata refers to Shakyamuni, but the professional saying of Buddhism is that Tathagata refers to Buddha. As long as it is Buddha, it is all Tathagata. The Buddhist sutra says that it comes truthfully, so it is called Tathagata, which refers to the realm of Buddha.)

"Go back?"

Ma ye Muran said, "I was killed back then. If I want to go back, I naturally want to go back!"

The old monk's face sank and sighed, "the Tathagata will be very disappointed. Is this young man on the stage your disciple? You taught him the eight forms of thunder sound, but you didn't teach me the mental skill of the great thunder sound temple, the Tathagata Mahayana sutra."

He looked at Qin Mu, who was fighting with a young man in the challenge arena, and said, "the Tathagata Mahayana sutra is the method of subduing demons. Without practicing this mental skill, no matter how strong the eight forms of thunder sound are, it's not obvious. Today I brought my disciples here to see martial uncle Mingxin!"

Behind him, a tall, thin young monk came forward, hung a Buddha bead in his hand, and folded his hands to salute: "martial uncle."

The old monk's white eyebrows fluttered and said, "Mingxin is also a martial artist in Lingtai territory. My Zen stick is here. Younger martial brother, are you gambling?"

Mother-in-law Si raised her eyebrows and was about to speak. Master Ma said expressionless, "rules and regulations are all bullshit. I bet with you, how much does my head weigh than your gap abandon Luo Zen stick?"

The old monk nodded, "the weight is almost the same."

The blind man, mother-in-law Si and the pharmacist frowned and were about to dissuade. Ma ye said flatly, "if mu'er loses, take my head back to Da Leiyin temple to see the Tathagata. If mu'er wins, leave the Zen stick, and roll as far as you can."

"Good."

The old monk said to the wise little monk, "today, as a teacher, I want to take back the magic power of the great Leiyin temple from the traitor. Your victory is your merit."

Mingxin said yes and walked to the challenge arena.

On the challenge arena, the young man who competed with Qin Mu was a master of swordsmanship. He followed the path of elder martial brother Qu of the five sons of the Lijiang River. The sword was no more than three feet away from the body. Unlike elder martial brother Qu, his sword was not big, but more like a dagger. It was eight inches long, small, but more dangerous!

From time to time, this little sword will stab out from strange places, such as under the armpit and crotch, and it will also drill into his clothes, and drill out of his sleeve when Qin Mu competes with him!

To defend the sword with Qi and control the sword skillfully, to this extent, it is not inferior to Lijiang disciples for thousands of years, and it is much better than elder martial brother Qu.

Moreover, this person actually has excellent attainments in combat skills. His palm technique is very profound, and his momentum is like a towering mountain. As soon as the palm strength is spit out, there are mountain patterns suddenly appear from the palm.

However, at the moment, the victory or defeat in the challenge arena has been clear. Qin Muli's great moves and quick steps made the young man suffer a big loss when he competed with him for the first palm. Qin Muli's strong vitality directly crushed his vitality!

Qin Mu showed the wind and thunder of Jiulong Yu. Although only three of the nine powers broke out, it had injured his heart. Although his swordsmanship was exquisite, the defeat was decided.

Qin Mu's footsteps ran disorderly, like thousands of disordered snakes wandering in the grass, East and West, front and back, so that the young man could not see where his attack came from. The next moment, his heart ached, and Qin Mu slapped him and flew away.

The young man fell to the ground, stunned, and bowed to Qin Mu on the challenge arena and said, "thank you for your mercy, brother."

Although Qin Mu's palm was printed on his back heart just now, it was powerful, but it was not strong enough to hurt his heart and lungs. Otherwise, with Qin Mu's strength, it could definitely smash his internal organs!

"Younger martial brother, do you want to rest?" Mingyue stood quietly waiting until Qin Mu defeated the young man, and then asked.

Qin Mu's eyes fell on him. The monk was young, wearing a white corset, not stained with a trace of dust. Even his shoes were white, and he was very white. Although he shaved his hair, he still looked very handsome, which made people feel good about him.

He was about to answer no, when suddenly mother-in-law Si's voice came: "rest, must rest!"

Qin Mu didn't understand what he meant. As mother-in-law Si said, he sat down to rest and regulate his breath. His "Ba Ti San Dan skill" is suitable for practicing when running. Although he has met more than a dozen martial artists, his vitality has not been consumed much, and he is still in peak state, but his body is a little tired.

Mother-in-law Si took a cup of water and went to the challenge arena. She sent it to Qin Mu's hand and whispered, "mu'er, no matter what means you use, you must win this time and never lose! Your grandpa Ma gambled with the old thief bald and risked his life!"

Qin Mu's heart jumped, and he hurriedly looked at the horse master. The horse master's face was indifferent, and his voice came: "mu'er, Overlord unparalleled will never lose! I believe you."

Although he said so, Qin Mu was still a little flustered. Although the people in the village were all his relatives, his closest addition to Mrs. Si was Mr. Ma, who carried the stone statue with one arm out of the village with Mrs. Si and picked him up from the river and saved his life!

If you lose, won't you kill Ma ye?

At this time, the pharmacist frowned. Master Ma believed that Qin Mu was an unparalleled bully and had confidence in Qin Mu, but Qin Mu was not a bully after all.

Now he regretted that he had to help the village head hide the white lie. If he had told them the truth earlier, Ma ye would not have risked his life.

It was because of his trust in Qin Mu that Ma Ye gambled his life with the old monk!

Suddenly, the pharmacist's eyes showed a fierce light: "if the shepherd is defeated, then kill the old bald donkey and the little bald donkey. You can't let the horse master die!"

On the challenge arena, Qin Mu desperately wants to stabilize his mind, but it only involves the lives of his closest relatives. How can this heart settle down?

The mute gestured, ah ah ah several times, and the blind man leaned on his crutches and said, "don't remind him that this temple fair is a test. After passing, he will grow up. If he can't pass, he is still a child."

After a moment, Qin Mu slowly stood up, looked at the tall and thin little monk opposite, and slowly said, "monk, do you have a Buddha in your heart?"

Mingxin folded his hands and said solemnly, "my Buddha is always in my heart."

Call——

Qin Mu vomited a foul breath, and his vitality became domineering and fierce. Unexpectedly, a kind of lawless spirit gushed out of his small body.

"Me!"

When he took a step forward, the momentum surging out of his small body even gave people a sense of pride and courage, and the voice was deafening: "there is no God, no Buddha, no devil in my heart! I am God, Buddha, and devil!"

As soon as he said this, the old monk sitting opposite Mr. Ma showed his surprised face and turned to Qin Mu!