Chapter 107

"Senior brother Xuannan."

"Younger martial brother xuanding."

In Prajna hall, two xuanzi generation monks saluted each other. Then they turned pale and walked out from behind.

"What's the matter with you?"

Xuan Nan frowned and looked at it.

Today is a big event. Why do you look like this?

"I..."

It's wonderful. He looks bitter and softens his stomach: "I feel uncomfortable. It's like eating something unclean."

Xuanding turned his eyes and said in a slow voice, "if you are really sick, I can come back after a while."

"No need."

Xuannan waved against: "it has been decided, let's do it today."

"How wonderful!"

"The disciple is here."

That's wonderful. I hurried forward.

Xuannan told: "you follow xuanding to the ten thousand Buddha grottoes. Don't ask more along the way. Everything will be discussed after you come back."

"Yes."

That's wonderful.

"Elder martial brother really loves his disciples."

Xuanding said something not cold but not light. Then he looked at it and shook his head gently.

Many people in the temple know the relationship between Zhenmiao and Xuannan.

I also know that this mysterious difficulty is really wonderful. It can be said that it takes great pains to make many people unhappy.

It is not qualified to understand the true meaning of Prajna descending magic Sabre with true strength and mind.

However, Prajna descending magic Sabre is the inheritance of Prajna hall and has the true wisdom of natural Buddha heart.

This true meaning inheritance falls on Zhenmiao.

Recently, the atmosphere in Shaolin Temple is a little tense. Zhenxuan betrayed his school and Zhenhui was almost killed.

The man in black robe was chased by an eminent monk of the no character generation. Although he was seriously injured in the end, he could not escape death.

But he still fled into the peishui River and disappeared.

Among them, in addition to Zhenxuan, there must be people in the temple who provide them with all kinds of information.

And the status should not be low!

The top-down investigation led to panic.

Xuannan, as a true and wise teacher, has attracted the attention of all monks. Now he has done this again.

Face is also ugly!

This time, I inherited the true meaning. I didn't even have the face to stand out. I had to show my selflessness by leading the way with xuanding of the discipline hall.

But

His practice was selfish, which greatly reduced the impression of the eminent monks in the temple.

"Let's go!"

With a sigh in his heart, xuanding restrained his thoughts and turned back to the mountain.

"Yes."

That's wonderful. Hurry up.

The ten thousand Buddha grottoes are located in the forbidden area of the back mountain. They need to pass through the Dharma hall, sutra Pavilion and relic Tallinn.

A line of two people, one in front of the other, spoke nothing.

But the more you move forward, the more ugly your face becomes, and you can't help covering your stomach with your hands.

"Da..."

Xuanding in front of him gave a meal at his feet, but sighed and turned his body: "it's wonderful. You really have nothing to do?"

"No... nothing."

It's wonderful. His face is white. He covers his abdomen with one hand and bows slightly.

"Martial uncle, let's go on. It's not easy to open the ten thousand Buddha cave. I don't know when to open it next time."

"That said."

Xuanding frowned slightly and said, "you are not suitable to accept the inheritance of true meaning."

"It should be noted that the inheritance is limited. We should be cautious every time. It's a pity to waste one time."

"It doesn't matter to me!"

It's wonderful. I opened my mouth in a hurry. Then there were a few "grunts" in my stomach, and my face turned green in an instant.

"That..."

He opened his mouth and looked around: "martial uncle, can you wait a moment? I'll go for convenience."

"You..."

Xuanding looked angry.

At that moment, I couldn't help taking a deep breath to stabilize my mood. As soon as I put on my big sleeves, I opened my mouth with a gloomy face.

"Go and return quickly!"

"Yes, thank you, martial uncle."

It was wonderful and joyful. He covered his stomach with one hand, arched his back, and jumped to the distant forest.

I don't know why. Since he got up this morning, his stomach has been a little uncomfortable.

It has been convenient twice. At this time, I can't control it. I shouldn't have eaten anything bad.

Is it difficult to see something you shouldn't have seen last night, which led to the Buddha's sin and deliberately tortured himself?

Thinking of this, he quickly recited the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha!"

After reciting the Buddha's name, he found a tree root, took off his pants and began to relax.

"Hoo..."

A breeze fell just at this time.

It's wonderful. After blinking, I subconsciously looked back and saw a huge fist coming face-to-face.

"Peng!"

His eyes darkened and his heart sank. He fell directly to the ground.

"Sorry."

Guo fan fell silent and shrugged insincerely: "I catch you every time."

"But don't worry, this is the last time!"

Then he took a step forward, took off Zhenmiao's monk's clothes, and put them on himself.

Then carefully observe the true and wonderful face, use Hunyuan skill to move muscles and bones, and change body shape and face.

Before long, another "wonderful" was revealed.

Even the pallor on his face is beautiful!

"Cough..."

Guo fan pinched his throat, changed his voice and tried to close his hands.

"Amitabha!"

After several times, there is no difference. At least it should be more than enough to hide from unfamiliar people.

Only the breath is hard to fake. Fortunately, Zhenmiao was drugged by him and his body was uncomfortable.

Imitation is not easy to be found.

Especially in the absence of Xuannan!

"Amitabha."

He recited the Buddha's horn again. He hid the unconscious Zhenmiao, changed eight steps to catch the cicada, and jumped in the direction when Zhenmiao came.

"Why is it so slow?"

Xuanding could not help but frown when he saw the figure of "Zhenmiao".

"Sorry."

Guo fan lowers his head, makes a submissive appearance, and moves behind each other in small steps.

He really has a lot of skill in this transformation.

"Forget it!"

Xuanding shook his head angrily, brushed his big sleeve and walked forward.

"Keep up quickly. It's wrong to miss the hour."

"Yes."

It seems that he hasn't been found. Guo fan breathes a sigh of relief and follows up with his unfamiliar eight steps to catch up with the cicada lightness skill.

After the Tallinn, you can walk several miles along the path and see the ten thousand Buddha grottoes.

It took thousands of years to build the statue here. Each statue is the precipitation of history.

The stone gate is more than three feet high, with a huge Dharma protector King Kong on both sides, drooping his head and glaring.

The three old monks sat on the rocks not far away, their six palms facing each other, and their breath faintly intersected.

An invisible force envelops the four directions.

No matter birds fly or cicadas fall, you can't hide it from them here!

"Three martial uncles."

Xuanding came forward and saluted the three together: "I have brought Zhenmiao here to accept the true meaning inheritance of Prajna descending magic knife."

"Well..."

Wen Yan.

One of the old monks slowly opened his eyes, and a pair of mixed yellow eyes fell on Guo fan.

The eyes seemed to have magical strength, which made Guo fan's body tight and subconsciously wary.

At the same time, by using the bodhi mind method, the mind practices the first three movements of Prajna descending magic Sabre with the intention of sabre to cover up other breath.

The old monk gave him the feeling that he was afraid it was stronger than the scale-free of the medicine King's hospital!

The other two, I'm afraid, are the same.

The three masters who get through Ren Du's two veins should also be proficient in the art of joint attack. I'm afraid even if the congenital master comes, he can't break through here.

"Good."

The old monk looked at Guo fan, his eyes moved slightly, his face seemed to show a smile, and gently nodded.

"With compassion and a heart of falling into King Kong, he is not angry but self powerful. This is the appearance of the demon subduing venerable in the world."

"Go!"

"Er..."

Xuanding blinked and blinked. Looking back, he looked at the "true beauty" with a white face and a collapsed face, and his eyes were at a loss.

What's going on?

Did Xuannan bribe martial uncle Wuming?

But how is that possible!

Martial uncle Wuming has always been upright. In recent years, he has guarded this place with two martial uncles and has never left the ten thousand Buddha cave.

I'm afraid I don't even know who Zhenmiao is.

Is it difficult or not? It's really wonderful. Is it really a person with extraordinary talent?

He was puzzled, but at this time he could only press down.

Then he saluted the three together.

"I'll leave first."

"That's wonderful. Keep up."

"Yes."

Guo fan hurried to follow.

At this time, the stone gate has been opened, and there is a gap for one person to pass through. The two people enter the grottoes one after the other.

I thought it must be dark, gloomy and humid all year round.

After entering, it is very different.

There is sunlight on the top of the ten thousand Buddha grottoes, just like the Buddha light falling from the sky, shining on this place.

Buddha statues of all sizes are carved on mountains and stones, some glaring, some compassionate.

Thousands of Buddha statues stand here, and the sound of morning bells and evening drums echoes, which makes people's heart clear quietly.

Spectacular!

Guo fan was filled with emotion.

Look up, Ten Thousand Buddhas droop their eyes; Heads up, Buddhas sit.

Walking in the meantime, it seems that I really came to the Western Buddhist temple, and even the sound of footsteps dare not fall heavy.

Only by inheriting Shaolin temple for thousands of years can it have such brilliance today!

"This way."

Xuanding looked solemn and led Guo fan to a dark cave. He picked up a torch and handed it to him.

"A quarter of an hour, don't stay long!"

I don't know whether it was the words of the old monk Wuming or the infection of the atmosphere here. His tone was not as cold as before.

"Yes."

Guo Fanying reached out to take the torch and walked towards the depths of the cave.

The cave is not deep, but because of its unique location, there is no light falling, resulting in darkness.

He took a few steps forward and entered a wide stone chamber.

There is nothing else in the stone room. Only in the middle is a stone Futon.

Guo fan sat on the upper wall of the futon and waved a torch. A pair of horror murals on the opposite stone wall caught his eyes immediately.

Rao's mind was extraordinary, and he couldn't help but be startled.

When you look closely, it is a Dharma phase of those who surrender to the devil.

But different from the usual demon conqueror, this mural has ten arms!

There is something on each arm.

White bone arrow, Naihe bead, Moro Sutra building

Behind him, nine arms stretched around, like the incarnation of the devil, ferocious and terrible, and converged towards the center.

On the middle arm, he held a knife and cut it straight.

"Boom..."

Guo fan's mind was shocked. It was as if he saw a Buddha statue showing his knowledge of the sea. The nine roads were full of the smell of killing. As soon as they got together, they turned into a touch of compassionate knife light and fell quietly.

Prajna demon subduing Sabre!

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