Chapter 286: Chapter 286: Buddhist Dharma

Chapter 286: Chapter 286: Buddhist Dharma"I met an acquaintance, let's go see him."

Xu Qi'an said this, then turned and went downstairs, quietly bypassing the crowd from a distance, and approached the old lady in a cloth skirt and thorn hairpin.

Chu Yuanzhen followed him with his eyes, and when he saw that his target was an elderly woman with ordinary looks, he laughed out loud:

"Xu Ningyan's hobbies are somewhat unique."

Hengyuan frowned, and was about to defend Lord Xu, when he saw Xu Qi'an in the distance showing a "lecher" smile and chatting with the woman.

The woman ignored him and rolled her eyes at him, but Lord Xu didn't care and kept talking.

Seeing this scene, Hengyuan lost the confidence to defend himself and said dryly: "Young people's romanticism may not be a bad thing."

Chu Yuanzhen laughed, "The courtesan of the Jiaofangsi is beautiful, but I always feel that something is missing. This married man is very interesting."

Hengyuan had no choice but to pity his misfortune and hate his lack of struggle.

Lord Xu is good in everything, but his lust and romanticism are criticized.

After the propaganda of No. 1 in the Tiandihui, Xu Qian'an's lustful personality has penetrated into the hearts of the holders of the Earth Book Fragments.

"Auntie, why are you here again? You don't look like a woman from a wealthy family. Don't the daily necessities of life make you rich? You just come out to watch the fun every day."

"Is that man on the stage your man?"

"How much silver did you bring out today? Don't let anyone steal it. Come on, I'll take you to a place with fewer people."

Except for the coquettish little roll of the eyes at the beginning, the old aunt ignored him and let him chatter endlessly in her ears.

She showed great disgust for the handsome Xu Yinluo.

Xu Qian'an was asking for trouble, but he was not angry. He just stopped talking and focused on the two people fighting on the ring.

This time, Monk Jingsi was no longer humble and chose to fight with the bronze-skinned and iron-boned sixth-grade warrior, punching each other.

Dangdangdang.....

The loud noises echoing between the fists and feet seemed like the continuous sound of bells, and also like the hammering of a blacksmith, because dazzling sparks occasionally burst out between the two people.

The onlookers were so excited that they cheered continuously.

A child was so engrossed in watching that he ran to the ring excitedly, shouting excitedly. "Get lost!"

Xu Qi'an kicked him away with a sweeping kick, and the child flew a few meters away and fell into the arms of a man, who seemed to be his father. He glared at Xu Qi'an in shock and anger, but did not dare to do anything rash.

"Are you hurt?" the man asked anxiously.

"It doesn't hurt." The child said with a smile.

The old lady turned her head to look at Xu Qi'an, then turned back expressionlessly, watching the competition on the stage seriously and attentively.

The fight on the ring did not last too long. The winner was decided after an incense stick. The sixth-grade warrior was hit in the chest by three punches from Monk Jingsi, and finally couldn't hold on and broke his hard skills.

"The reputation of the Buddha's Vajra is well-deserved."

The man bowed, as if he had no face to stay any longer, jumped off the stage, and left in a hurry.

The old lady stamped her feet lightly.

Xu Qian'an was a little surprised. How should I put it? I could always see some gestures and expressions that only young girls have in this old lady.

My aunt at home would be like this sometimes, but not as exaggerated as her.

This is an old lady who has no idea of her age... Xu Qi'an made a conclusion in his heart and said with a smile:

"It's like two knives colliding. When the brute force is similar, the one with better quality will win. The invincible Vajra of Buddhism is said to be made by the Buddha, while the copper skin and iron bones of warriors have uneven "quality". It's not unfair for him to lose."

The old lady turned her head and said contemptuously: "You talk very well, why don't you go on stage, didn't you kill a sixth-rank warrior with one knife before?"

Xu Qi'an narrowed his eyes and asked back: "Hey, didn't you leave at that time? How do you know that I killed a sixth-rank warrior with one knife?"

The old lady sneered: "I'm not deaf or dumb, unless there was another silver gong in Nancheng that day."

"Hey, it was you who called people to beat me that day, Auntie, whose wife are you, and which department does your husband work in?" Xu Qi'an stopped pretending and asked straight to the point.

On that day, the sixth-rank warrior dressed as a Jianghu person came on stage for no reason to provoke, and challenged Xu Qi'an by name. He could have arrested him directly, but in order to pretend to be... a saint in front of people, he chose to come out and fight.

Afterwards, before he could interrogate him, the Jianghu warrior was taken away. Who could take someone from the night watchman's office?

Xu Qi'an guessed that it was "one of his own family", either a military person, or a guest official raised by a big shot.

Just now, Xu Qi'an saw a sixth-rank warrior coming on stage and saw an old lady mixed in the crowd. Suddenly, inspiration burst out, and he remembered that he had indeed offended

someone.

The identity of this old lady is definitely not as simple and ordinary as her appearance, and he did offend her that day. Although it was not a big deal, it could be a woman's pettiness, which is another matter.

Xu Qi'an had reason to suspect that the sixth-rank warrior that day was instructed by this old

lady.

Hearing Xu Qi'an's question, the old lady smiled and said, "Go up on stage and chop this little

monk, and I'll tell you."

Xu Qi'an shook his head.

"Are you scared?" The contempt in her eyes deepened.

Yes, I was scared. I finally got myself out of the sight of the Buddhist delegation. I don't want

to have too much contact with Buddhist monks...... But Xu Qi'an couldn't help but hold the handle of the knife and said in a deep voice:

"I can't cut his Vajra Invincibility."

So that you know that there are always higher mountains! The old lady curled her lips, and her eyes were very complicated, with both disappointment and pride.

At this time, a blue-shirted swordsman flew out of the restaurant next to him and landed

lightly on the ring.

When the onlookers saw that someone else was challenging the little monk, they were immediately full of energy and planned to eat another wave of melons and discuss who the

blue-shirted swordsman was.

"Chu Yuanzhen..."

Xu Qi'an heard the old lady mutter. S~eaʀᴄh the NôvelFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Does she know Chu Yuanzhen? Oh, Chu Yuanzhen was the top scholar before, and he was not unfamiliar to the high-ranking officials of Dafeng... If Chu the top scholar took action, it

would be a sure win.

Xu Qian'an breathed a sigh of relief.

The little monk Jingsi has been occupying the arena, and the court is not looking good.

"Little monk, I will only use one sword. If you can block it, I will lose." Chu Yuanzhen smiled

and looked at Jingsi calmly.

The boos came again. The people around saw that the green-shirted swordsman was so arrogant, and their impression of him was greatly reduced.

This little mage from the Western Regions is indestructible, and everyone sees it. The green- shirted swordsman's wild words easily make people think that he is a man of the world who is

opportunistic and eager to become famous in one fell swoop.

"Please, donor!"

Jingsi put his hands together, fearless.

"Interesting." Chu Yuanzhen smiled, with no desire to win or lose in his eyes, but mostly

joining in the fun, just like the people around him.

Then, Chu Yuanzhen made a move that no one could understand. He stretched out his hand to

the sky and opened his palm.

The sword on his back did not move.

Just when everyone thought he was bluffing and was about to laugh at him, someone saw a

stone flying up from his feet.

More and more stones flew into the air and swarmed towards the palm of the green-shirted swordsman like a honeycomb.

With the sound of bangs, the stones fit together tightly, and a sword handle was formed. As

the stones gathered, a four-foot-long stone sword was formed.

Wow.....

There was an uproar all around. Most of the people were just watching the fun. The more

fancy it was, the more powerful it was in their eyes.

Chu Yuanzhen's move was very fancy. Gathering stones into a sword was simply a magical move. It was much more interesting than the Western monk who was beaten from beginning

to end.

"Awesome!"

The old aunt's eyes sparkled and she couldn't help cheering.

After the stone sword was formed, Chu Yuanzhen held the sword forward. In an instant, the

wind and thunder were strong, and the gusts rose from the ground, blowing the people

around to the east and west.

The sword came too fast, and Monk Jingsi had no way to avoid it. He put his hands together

and did not retreat or avoid.

Ding... Boom boom boom...

First there was a sharp sound that pierced the eardrum, followed by a muffled sound of the Qi bursting. Waves of air were like a frenzy, blowing over the people in the distance. Fortunately, in the past three days, and after encountering the so-called Qi fluctuations, the

people did not dare to approach the arena as before, so no one was injured, but many people's

ears were shaken to bleed.

Before the first sharp sound, the old aunt's ears were covered by Xu Qi'an, and the subsequent Qi explosions "pressed" her tightly in Xu Qi'an's arms.

Probably never touched so closely by a strange man, the old aunt struggled violently, and

stepped hard on Xu Qi'an's instep with her feet.

When everything was calm, the blue-shirted swordsman and the little monk from the Western Regions stood on the stage. The little monk's golden body was no longer dazzling,

but looked dim.

Chu Yuanzhen had no sword in his hand, and there was only gravel between the two of them.

"Lost."

Xu Qi'an thought with regret, and then he saw the old lady push him away and slap him with a

slap.

Xu Qi'an raised his hand to block it, and said unhappily: "You, auntie, you are old and still

have a temper..."

He didn't say anything else. In front of him was a snow-white wrist with a bodhi bracelet.

"???"

A series of question marks flashed in Xu Qi'an's mind. He looked at the old lady's eyes, which slowly solidified and became strange.

He knew this bodhi bracelet. He met Taoist Jinlian in the inner city that day and "won" a

bodhi bracelet from him with the fragments of the earth book.

The bracelet was bought by a nobleman sitting in a golden nanmu carriage.

Is it her?!

"Don't worry..."

The old lady's voice sounded with shame and anger, and she gritted her teeth.

Xu Qi'an let go of his hand obediently, and the old lady slapped him back and left angrily.

No way, no way, the woman praised by Taoist Jinlian as "a deep connection with me in the future" is her?!

She is qualified to ride in a carriage made of golden nanmu, so this old lady is the cousin of Emperor Yuan Jing, or the wife of some prince!?

What connection can such a woman have with me? Could it be... No, no, no, my thoughts cannot slip, maybe she has a daughter who is as beautiful as a flower, and I am destined to be with her... But with her mediocre appearance, how can she have a beautiful daughter? Thinking of the old lady's appearance, Xu Qi'an interrupted the young mother-in-law's train of thought, thinking that a connection may not be a marriage, but may also be other fate. "Speaking of which, I have met her twice in just a few days, and her background is vague. She is not in my life and career, nor in my social circle. Under such circumstances, we can still meet frequently. Taoist Jinlian is right. I am indeed destined to be with her."

At this time, the audience around recovered from the aftermath of the fight. Some people kept slapping their ears and talking loudly.

Those who were lucky enough not to have their eardrums injured sighed.

"You didn't win this?"

"Are the people of Western Buddhism really so powerful?"

No one criticized Chu Yuanzhen. After all, the sword just now was a fairy-like method.

Xu Qian'an led the mare and walked slowly with Hengyuan and Chu Yuanzhen.

"Chu Zhuangyuan, how much power did you use in that sword just now?" Xu Qian'an asked

curiously.

Chu Yuanzhen shook his head and answered irrelevantly, "The path that little monk takes is the same as yours, but also the opposite."

Xu Qi'an suddenly realized that Chu Yuanzhen meant that Monk Jingsi only knew how to be

invincible, which was very similar to Xu Qi'an, who only had the power of a sword.

On the contrary, it was one attack and one defense.

"Then, Chu Zhuangyuan, do you think my spear can break his shield?" Xu Qi'an asked.

"You can!"

Chu Yuanzhen glanced at him and smiled, "But you can't."

Xu Qi'an gave him a brick face: "Scholars are as annoying as Buddhists."

Chu Yuanzhen was surprised and asked, "Why?"

Xu Qi'an smiled and said, "I want to go."

Chu Yuanzhen looked unhappy. After a few seconds, he suddenly understood and shook his

head and laughed, "It's really boring to play tricks. Only smart people do this." After a pause, he pointed out, "Your "Heaven and Earth Slash" is very powerful. After

integrating the tricks of the Heart Sword, it has no flaws. But in my opinion, it lacks soul." Soul? Xu Qi'an rejected this word.

"You are performing a sword that slashes the heaven and earth, and it is only a sword that

slashes the heaven and earth. What I am performing is not sword skills, but my will. When I am lazy, my sword energy is also lazy. When I am gentle, my sword energy is also gentle. But

once I get angry, my sword will can pierce the sky." Chu Yuanzhen said in a deep voice: "This is will! This is the soul! This is the true meaning of a fourth-grade warrior!"

Xu Qian'an recalled the "divine power" of the Yamen Golden Gongs and nodded suddenly, "But you also said that it is the true meaning of a fourth-grade warrior." I am just a small silver gong in the seventh-grade refining spirit realm.

"I can teach you to cultivate your will and practice to a high level, which is equivalent to having the ability of a fourth-grade warrior in advance. Of course, the effect will definitely be greatly reduced. But with your sword that slashes the heaven and earth, it is enough to break the Buddhist Vajra."

"Practicing a unique skill is not a matter of one day or one night." Xu Qian'an said. What he really wants to say is, can I get your unique skills for free?

"It's easy to get started!" Chu Yuanzhen said with a smile: "I figured out this set of tricks a

year after I learned swordsmanship. It only takes two or three days to practice it. It's just that it's very difficult to practice to a high level."

"Please teach me, Chu Zhuangyuan." Xu Qian'an said hurriedly.

"Let me tell you the trick first. This is not difficult. In fact, it is to integrate your own spirit

into it and turn it into sword spirit or knife spirit. It's just simple spirit, nothing more than joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness." Chu Yuanzhen said frankly:

"The Human Sect takes this path. I have found new trick based on the Human Sect."

Lingbao Temple.

In the quiet backyard, in the quiet room, Emperor Yuan Jing and the national master played

chess. The old emperor with black hair holding the chess piece sighed:

"Chu Yuanzhen also lost."

The female national master had a little cinnabar on her eyebrows. Her facial features were

gorgeous, but not vulgar. She had a plump figure, perfectly blending the beauty of a girl and

the charm of a young woman. Both innocent and seductive.

She played chess impulsively, without thinking, and placed the pieces with a clacking sound.

Hearing this, she responded: "With a casual sword, how can we talk about winning or

losing?"

Emperor Yuan Jing nodded, "But no matter what, it has made the little monk famous and the Western Buddhist sect famous."

Although Emperor Yuan Jing was in the palace, he knew everything about the capital, especially the information about the Western Regions delegation.

"Your Majesty, do you feel guilty?" Luo Yuheng frowned slightly. As she played, she found

that she was about to lose.

So she quietly changed the positions of the two pieces during the conversation.

"I feel guilty?"

Emperor Yuan Jing sneered, then sighed: "I feel guilty, but more helpless. The little monk is

young and has amazing cultivation. There is no rising star in the capital. What can I do?

"It's not good to let the masters of the imperial army fight. Wouldn't it be more embarrassing?"

Luo Yuheng heard that Emperor Yuan Jing was blaming Chu Yuanzhen for holding back and

not defeating the little monk cleanly enough, but instead becoming a stepping stone for

others to become famous.

"That bald donkey came with bad intentions, and I'm afraid he won't return to the Western Regions easily this time." Emperor Yuan Jing said again. "Your Majesty, just say what you want to say." Luo Yuheng said.

"A few days ago, Master Du'e wanted to see the Supervisor, but he refused. The Supervisor

has lived in the Star Observatory for a long time and doesn't care about worldly affairs. If he ignores the Western Region monk... then please ask the Imperial Master to take action." Luo Yuheng nodded slowly and changed the positions of two chess pieces. After losing three games in a row, Emperor Yuan Jing left Lingbao Temple depressed. On the

way back to the palace, he ordered the old eunuch: "Go and ask Wei Yuan to find someone. I

don't want to see that little monk standing on the stage again."

Emperor Yuan Jing had a blank expression and a gloomy look.

The old eunuch lowered his eyebrows and said: "Yes!"

South City, Health Hall.

In the backyard, Xu Qian'an and Chu Yuanzhen sat cross-legged, listening to him talk about

the secret of "nurturing the mind".

Master Hengyuan did not avoid suspicion and sat on the side to learn from him.

"It sounds easy, but how to integrate "will" into the sword?" Xu Qian'an asked while

standing up and swinging the black gold long sword.

In the process, according to the secret taught by Chu Yuanzhen, he tried to integrate his will

into the sword.

But failed.

"You are calm, without joy, sadness, worry or anger... How to nurture the mind?" Chu

Yuanzhen said helplessly.

"It's my fault. I have a calm mind. I don't change my face when the mountain collapses in

front of me." Xu Qian'an said.

The so-called high spirits are essentially an emotion.

Chu Yuanzhen thought for a moment and said, "There is actually a quick way."

Xu Qi'an's eyes lit up: "Chu, please speak."

"Come here." The champion waved with a smile.

Xu Qi'an immediately walked over.

"Pa!"

Chu Yuanzhen slapped him in the face.

You... Xu Qi'an was angry, "Brother Chu, you did it on purpose."

"Can you cut out your spirit?"

"It doesn't work at all." Xu Qi'an rubbed his burning face.

"That means the heat is not enough."

Chu Yuanzhen suddenly rushed over and kept waving his slaps. Xu Qi'an tried his best to resist

and dodge, but was still slapped more than a dozen times.

Facing the unyielding Chu Yuanzhen, he was completely angry. At this moment, he had a

thought of venting.

Swish!

The sharp sword energy cut out and twisted the air.

Chu Yuanzhen seemed unwilling to confront this sharp edge, raised his head to avoid it, and

the sword energy rushed into the sky and slowly dissipated.

"It really works!" Xu Qi'an was delighted.

The knife just now exceeded the limit of his usual sword energy. If it is used in conjunction

with the Heaven and Earth Sword Slash, the power will be even higher.

"You are indeed a genius." Chu Yuanzhen sighed.

He said that he could learn it in one or three days, but Xu Qi'an only took an hour.

No, in fact, you are a genius in teaching students... Xu Qi'an complained in his heart.

"But if I have to be beaten every time I use this knife, isn't it too bad?" Chu Yuanzhen replied: "So I said, it's easy to get started, but it's hard to master it. Your

current spirit needs external stimulation and cannot be used actively." Ah, there is another secret method to practice... But I am still the boy who waits to die after a

cut... Xu Qi'an feels that his path of practice has fallen into a certain irreversible state. He learned more and more, but his means of dealing with enemies were still monotonous and

extreme.

"But the power I can burst out is getting stronger and stronger. I wonder if there will be a day

when no one in the world can stop me?"

That night, Xu Qian'an heard his second uncle talking about the battle in the South City Arena

as expected.

"It is said that a very powerful swordsman took action, but still failed to defeat the monk

from the Western Regions." Second Uncle Xu sighed.

"There are so many masters in the capital, can't they even beat a little monk?" Aunt ate her

meal and casually made a comment.

"There are many masters in the capital, but it's not good to spread that the big bully the small. There are many young masters, but it is said that it is the unique Vajra invincibility of Buddhism. Not to mention the same realm, even if it is one level higher, it may not be able to break it." Second Uncle Xu explained to his wife with long hair and short knowledge. After hearing this, the aunt was so angry that she trembled: "In such a big capital, there is not

even an outstanding young man. Only my Erlang does not practice martial arts, otherwise he

would have knocked the little monk unconscious with one punch." Xu Erlang waved his hands quickly: "No, no, no, mother, I can't do it." After a pause, he said: "The Western Regions delegation is indeed a bit arrogant. Recently, I

was drinking with my classmates and talking about this matter. We were quite indignant. There is a monk in the north city who recites scriptures and preaches every day. Thousands of people listen to the scriptures every day, and they listen for one or two hours. But those people are all poor people. How can they afford to waste time?

"And the little monk in the south city, relying on his thick skin and thick flesh, speaks wildly,

but the warriors in the capital can't do anything to him. My classmates all say that warriors

can only bully at home." This statement offended both Xu Dalang and Xu Ershu. "You scholars only have a mouth, and you can talk a lot without doing anything." Xu Qian'an

sneered.

"That makes sense."

Xu Pingzhi praised his nephew, and at the same time, suppressed his son's increasingly

arrogant wife after he won the first place in the imperial examination: "Erlang is not good at

martial arts. On the contrary, Lingyin has fat arms and legs, plenty of energy, and is more talented than him."

Xu Lingyue glanced at her sister who was eating meat, and smiled softly with her hands

covering her mouth: "When the time comes, the family will really be poor." After chatting for a few words, the second uncle sighed: "Don't say scholars, which of my

colleagues in the Imperial Sword Guards is not angry. The monks in the West are too

arrogant."

There is a reason why the Buddhist sect is arrogant. They are here to punish the crime...Xu

Qi'an said with peace of mind.

Night fell.

The monk in the green robe returned to the post station and went straight to see Master Du'e.

He put his hands together and said: "Master uncle, the supervisor still doesn't see you."

In the orange candlelight, Master Du'e's wrinkled face was half reflected by the candlelight

and half hidden in the shadows. "Got it, you go down. "

The monk retreated.

Master Du'e closed his eyes again, and a golden light shot up from his crown. The golden light rose slowly, cut through the night sky, and disappeared. After a few seconds,

dark clouds rolled and thunder roared in the night sky.

A ray of golden light lit up in the rolling black clouds, and then the golden light like a tidal

wave enveloped the entire capital.

The clouds and mist shook violently, and a Buddha's face appeared, with eyes wide open and

eyebrows raised.

This statue was so huge that the face alone was half the size of the capital.

In the capital, the people were not affected at all, but all the practitioners felt fear and

trepidation in their hearts at the same time, like small animals in spring thunder, crawling and trembling.

Xu Qian'an woke up from his sleep, rushed out of the room with a pale face, looked up at the

sky, and saw a golden Buddha's face condensed over the capital. This scene is unique in my life, as if the Buddha descended and looked down at the world from

the clouds.

"Bang..."

The doors of the east wing and the next door were pushed open at the same time, and Uncle

Xu and Xu Erlang rushed out. The father and son's legs kept shaking and looked up at the sky.

"Dad, big brother... Is the Western Buddhist sect going to take action in the capital?" Xu

Erlang trembled.

Xu Pingzhi was dumbfounded. He had never seen such a terrifying scene in his life.

"Supervisor, why don't you dare to see me."

At this time, the Dharma image spoke human words, like thunder exploding, the sound waves

echoed, and resounded throughout the capital.

"This is fucking... The high-level combat power in this world is really terrifying..." Xu Qian'an sighed while shaking his legs.