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Chapter 147 The Strongest Physique, the Body of Glazed Glass
How could the little monk stop old man Chen Chengbi?

A gentle force pushed these Western monks to the ground, but they were not seriously injured. The old man kicked open the locked door, took two steps at a time, lifted the Living Buddha's blanket, and pulled up the old monk who was lying on the wooden bed.

Just carry it and walk outside.

The old monk was swaying in the wind, looking as if he had lost all hope in life.

Chen Chengbi comforted him: "At your level, you don't have to sleep."

The old monk cursed:

"If I don't eat, drink or sleep, I might as well be dead."

"Buddhists practiced arduous meditation, and even without eating or drinking, they still did not sleep."

"You crazy old man, you are even more cruel than those guys."

Chen Chengbi laughed out loud and didn't care about all this. He carried Li Guanyi on his left and held the big monk under his arm on his right. He started walking. The undulating mountains seemed like a plain under his feet. With the wind blowing everywhere, in just a dozen breaths, Li Guanyi was brought to the top of the mountains.

There was a flat ground there, as if it had been split out by someone's sword.

There is a pavilion on top. The pavilion is an integrated structure with a whole piece of thick bluestone at the bottom and solid wood. Although it is not big, it is still outrageous to have such a thing on such a high mountain.

Chen Chengbi put the old and the young down.

The old monk looked at Li Guanyi and asked, "You haven't slept either?"

Li Guanyi grinned and nodded.

So the old monk sighed.

"We are really unlucky to have met such an old lunatic." Chen Chengbi said, "What lunatic? Back then, you swung a man up and smashed him to death on a rock. Aren't you considered a lunatic?"

The old monk looked kind and said, "I just sent them to see the Buddha."

"The Buddha will forgive me."

"But I don't know whether the Buddha will forgive those human-like beasts."

Chen Chengbi pointed at him and laughed. The old monk touched his bald head and said with a smile: "People like me, who have lived such a life without regrets, will definitely go to the Western Paradise after death. Chen Chengbi, please don't slander me."

Chen Chengbi didn't care about such things and just told the story of the competition again.

Regarding this matter, Chen Chengbi only saw that Xu Huiyang's realm was one level higher than Li Guanyi's.

He had been taught by the world's greatest swordsman since he was a child, and he was older than Li Guanyi. What he was worried about was not that Li Guanyi would lose, but that Li Guanyi would not be able to have a good fight with Xu Huiyang, and would not be able to fight beautifully and comfortably.

Don't lose at the beginning.

The old monk saw that this was a factional dispute between the relatives of the emperor and the prince's party, and it even involved the underworld. Many people from the underworld came, and this battle would definitely be spread. The old monk thought of his youth, smiled and nodded, and scolded Chen Chengbi:
"Okay, okay, they have the general, so you can just take the old monk with you?"

The old monk shook his head, picked up a branch, and said, "Although I don't know swordsmanship, the heights of martial arts are the same. In this life, I have seen many famous swordsmen streak across the world like meteors, so I will imitate them."

"The other side has also found a general. If we compare connections and fate, the young layman and I are predestined."

"I also want to see if you can really cut those cumbersome ropes."

The old monk smiled, raised the branch in his hand, and attacked Li Guanyi casually.

It was just a moment, but it seemed as if everything in the world had gathered together. Li Guanyi's pupils contracted, and he retreated violently. There was a cliff behind him. Chen Chengbi wanted to use such a place to replace the limited range of the martial arts arena. The old man found an unsharpened halberd from somewhere and threw it to Li Guanyi.

Li Guan cried out his offense and attacked the old monk with his spear.

The Living Buddha's speed was maintained at the third level.

Li Guanyi's eyes have not yet opened.

He could only see afterimages. This was why warriors from the second level found it difficult to fight against those from the third level. The opponent was too fast, and it was even difficult for warriors from the second level to capture the trajectory of their attacks. Perhaps those warriors from the third level who only wanted to break through and didn't pay much attention to the acupoints could be defeated by ordinary warriors from the second level.

But heroes like Xu Huiyang are different.

He is definitely the strongest among the third heaven.

However, Li Guanyi had been trained by General Xue, so although he could only see the residual shadow of the branch, he was able to predict it in advance and suddenly swung out his halberd. His strong physique made the halberd move at an extremely fast speed, tearing the air with a dull sound.

The halberd hit the branch accurately.

But a slight vibration of the branch was enough to shake the halberd away. Chen Chengbi clapped his hands and laughed in approval. The Living Buddha nodded in surprise and attacked again. Li Guanyi wielded the halberd like a dragon and a tiger. Even though he could only see the afterimage, he was able to predict and strike out the halberd in advance, blocking the direction where the sword would pass.

Chen Chengbi praised repeatedly and said, "Good, good, good."

"Interesting, interesting. I'll come too!"

He held the void casually, and his Qi condensed into a sword, then he rushed over to kill. Li Guanyi's pressure increased suddenly, and the halberd changed from the middle level style at the beginning to the ambush style, which was the use of the lower level halberd, defending the gate, but also containing technical changes.

General Xue's evaluation is that if you are proficient in this form, you can defeat all other forms.

Fighting one against two, the pressure was increasing. Li Guan said, "Old man, I am fighting with the master, and you are interfering. The pressure is too great."

Chen Chengbi just laughed and said, "Interesting, interesting!"

Li Guanyi was beaten so hard that he became furious. He roared, held the halberd with both hands, and shook it violently, unleashing his unique skills, bursting out with the power of dragon and tiger. The Xue family rushed out in a wave, Chen Chengbi screamed and retreated, and the Living Buddha also kept his distance.

Chen Chengbi said repeatedly: "Not bad, not bad."

The Living Buddha said gently, "Such martial arts moves must have been taught by a famous master. That little swordsman may not be able to beat you in swordsmanship, but he is more powerful. So, my friend only has one flaw."

"And this flaw is also your strength."

"physique."

"Your physique can support you and him in a fight, but your physique is not enough to directly withstand the suppression of the first level of internal energy during the fight. This should be the reason why this old madman brought you to see me. However, I may disappoint you."

The Living Buddha let go of the branch and casually inserted it back into the original tree.

The branches actually grew back, and the leaves remained green.

The tree branch fought against the mixed iron halberd in Li Guanyi's hand dozens or hundreds of times. The tree branch was flexible and not even a trace was left. This method, which made light work of heavy objects, showed more skill than the strength to move mountains.

The old monk asked Li Guanyi and Chen Chengbi to sit down.

He took out a teapot from his sleeve, brewed some tea, and said, "Old monk, the method I practice is the 'Buddha's Sutra on the Strong Man Who Moved Mountains'. It is a hard skill that requires Buddha nature and time. It is not difficult to get started. Ordinary people can increase their strength by dozens of kilograms through practice."

"But it will take more than ten years to train to a level where one can fight."

"Old lunatic, if you want to cultivate the Glazed Body you mentioned, you need to practice and chant Buddha's name for at least thirty years!"

"If you try to cram for Buddha's sake, Buddha will probably just kick you in the face."

“This thing can’t be done quickly.”

Li Guanyi looked at the Living Buddha.

For some reason, although Chen Chengbi and Chen Qingyan's martial arts realms were also high, they were unable to condense their Dharma images, while the Living Buddha had the aura of a golden Buddha. When the bronze tripod approached the Living Buddha, it had already begun to accumulate jade liquid. This was the third time it had approached the Living Buddha.

The jade liquid is almost full.

Chen Chengbi was annoyed by what he heard, so he said simply, "Since you're here, tell them first."

The Living Buddha looked at him, smiled and nodded, and then began to talk about the method of "The Sutra of the Strong Man Who Moved Mountains". He did not start from the text of the sutra. Chen Chengbi asked why he did not start from the text of the sutra. The old monk said: "Martial arts are contained in Buddhism, but you should not practice with Buddhist scriptures."

"If we talk about Buddhist scriptures and the Dharma, it is like pointing your finger at the moon."

Li Guanyi said: "Pointing at the moon?"

The old monk said, "Yes, the Buddhist scriptures are the hand, pointing to the moon with the finger, hoping that what sentient beings can see is the moon. The function of the Buddhist scriptures is to point to the moon, but many people only cling to the Buddhist scriptures. Isn't that like not looking at the moon but only at the hand?"

"What's so good about an old monk's hands? They're old and wrinkled. The moon is the truth."

“When the moonlight falls into people’s eyes, it is the Dharma.”

“But many people only cling to the Buddhist scriptures and to that one hand.”

"Isn't it better if I remove the Buddhist scriptures and just tell you to look at the moon?"

"The focus of this school of scripture is on strong men. In essence, it seems to be a combination of the long-ago legends of the Buddhas in the Western Regions and the story of Yugong moving the mountain in the Central Plains. It's basically about people encountering difficulties with mountains, and the gods and Buddhas moving them."

"From the perspective of its conception, it is just a Hinayana Buddhism."

"But if I am a strong man, I will persevere and move away all the difficulties ahead, even if they are as big as a mountain. This is a greater purpose. Come..."

The old monk was just like he was explaining Buddhism in the Western Regions.

He talked in great detail and told the young man from Middle-earth all his comprehension and understanding of this scripture. Li Guanyi closed his eyes and looked inward, using this martial art to temper his body. He already had an extremely strong physique.

But just when he completed a cycle, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Suddenly, a warm current emanated from the muscles and bones. The Buddha's light was brilliant and warm.

Li Guanyi was suddenly stunned. He suddenly remembered what old man Siming said. Three hundred years ago, the overlord Tuyuhun flattened the Buddhist kingdom, and the relics of the Western Buddhist kingdom were melted and cast into a golden seal. In other words, part of Li Guanyi's physique came from Buddhism.

There was suddenly a stagnant and stinging sensation at the mysterious acupoint between the eyebrows.

It was just like what happened before when Princess Chen Qingyan condensed ice into needles and slowly approached.

Li Guanyi realized something was wrong and suddenly opened his eyes.

It’s still the same mountain, the same pavilion, but Chen Chengbi and the old monk are gone. But the absence of them doesn’t mean that this place has become quiet and empty.

Li Guanyi looked at the monks sitting one after another on the top of the mountain.

Densely packed.

I looked up and saw that the sun had become a bald head.

Li Guanyi's mouth twitched.

I know I'm afraid I've been treated like a bald donkey.

Judging from the reaction of the mysterious gate at the center of his eyebrows, he was probably using the royal seal to temper his body. The divine will of the living Buddhas of the Western Regions contained in the relics also remained on Li Guanyi's body. It would have slowly dissipated, but was awakened by the Buddhist techniques.

Such things happened to all the living Buddhas, Sima Ming, and Tuyuhun.

Even the predecessors of Buddhism could not have imagined it.

No one would have thought that a guy who melted the relics and practiced martial arts was also practicing Buddhist techniques. Li Guanyi knew that this was probably his sea of ​​consciousness. The remaining thoughts of these living Buddhas were not a big deal here after all. The living Buddhas of all generations opened their eyes.

One of them was very curious and asked gently, "Little donor, why are you here?"

"Why are we meeting you? Our relics..."

"Hmm? Teacher, why are you here too?"

"And the Grandmaster?"

The remnant of this living Buddha, who was from an unknown generation, was dumbfounded.

He suddenly had a feeling, looked at Li Guanyi, and said:

"Our relics have merged?"

Li Guanyi felt like notifying the other party of his death, so he had to say:
"The Buddhist kingdom in the Western Regions has perished. This was obtained by chance."

The old monk was stunned, but then he just sighed, then smiled gently and said, "So that's how it is, is it dead... However, everything is impermanent, and nothing can exist forever. This is common sense. Even the Buddha entered Nirvana, let alone the Buddhaland?"

"Thank you for telling me this news."

"The demise of the Buddhist country represents the correctness of Buddhism."

But suddenly there was a loud laugh: "Hahaha, he's finally dead!"

"Good death!"

"As long as the Buddha's kingdom does not perish, the Dharma will not flourish!"

There was a living Buddha in the Buddhist country who was so crazy.

Another monk sighed and said gently:

"It's cause and effect. The remaining power of this old monk is for you to use."

"The Buddha's teachings are revealed to save all living beings."

But there are monks who are cold and hard: "If you practice Buddhism, Taoism, mind and self-cultivation, the monk's aura will return to heaven and earth. It is the right way for donors to cultivate themselves. Can Buddhism save all living beings?"

"Those who are just waiting for Buddha's salvation are not worthy of being saved."

"Only saving oneself and saving oneself is the Dharma."

Several generations of living Buddhas started arguing. Li Guanyi pressed his forehead. None of the monks who could make it to the end and burn out the relics were simple. However, there was another discordant voice, saying:
"What living Buddha? Girls are prettier. The principle of Buddhism is that everything is impermanent. Since I was born as a man, why can't I enjoy Zen?"

"It's good that the Buddhist Kingdom has perished. If it hadn't, I would have to wear a headscarf every day to see girls. The rules of the Buddhist Kingdom should have been put in the coffin long ago. Unfortunately, I've already entered the coffin..."

The afterimages of the many living Buddhas of various Buddhist countries who had just been arguing paused.

Then they all looked at the handsome living Buddha of a certain generation.

So they picked up their Zen sticks and alms bowls, surrounded the Living Buddha and beat him with their fists and feet. It seemed that his master's generation took off their shoes and started to beat him. The Living Buddha of that generation held his head and shouted, "I have burned out relics, I have burned out relics!"

"Even Buddha thinks I am not wrong, otherwise how could I have relics?"

"You haven't broken the precepts, so how do you know if you are really keeping the precepts? Or have you simply never come into contact with this world? How can you leave the world without entering it?"

"The girl smells nice and soft..."

boom!
A living Buddha of a certain generation wiped his blood-stained bowl, expressionless:

"Even Buddha is blind."

The Living Buddhas of all generations picked up the useless Living Buddha on their left and right. Their expressions became gentle, and they looked at Li Guanyi and said, "I never thought that we would have such an opportunity after death. We must return our Qi to the heaven and earth."

"The world is a sea of ​​suffering. As we come, we go. As we go, we come."

The young Living Buddha who was beaten black and blue also smiled and said: "How can we be so heartless and separate sentient beings? Buddhism should not be a heartless path."

They put their hands together, their expressions gentle and calm, and slowly disappeared, but more and more living Buddhas opened their eyes, with cold and majestic eyes, saying: "What a shame, you dare to offend the majesty of Buddhism!"

"One Dharma, but a hundred different kinds of life."

Li Guanyi sighed and shouted:

"Masters, it is time for you to go to the Tathagata."

After those special living Buddhas, the rulers of the Western Regions throughout the ages were indifferent and said, "I am the living Buddha, I am the Tathagata."

"Live long in the world, you and my Buddha are destined to be together."

"Your body is our temple."

The voices overlapped, becoming increasingly vast and majestic, just like the Buddha towering above a great hall. There were so many figures, but in the end it was as if only one person was speaking, as if this place was about to turn into a great Buddhist hall.

Li Guanyi lowered his eyes and said, "Three."

The living Buddhas stood up and seemed to be about to take action. Li Guanyi said, "Two."

The regrets of the living Buddhas of past generations turned into figures approaching, densely packed. The young man's right hand dropped with five fingers spread out, a black and red evil spirit burst out, and then gathered. Li Guanyi waved his hand and an object swept across, with a sharp and overbearing sound of breaking through the air.

The spiritual consciousness of the living Buddha in the front was cut off and turned into pure energy that fell down.

Swallowed by the bronze tripod.

An object was pressing against the ground within the divine consciousness.

The roar of weapons like the roar of a tiger suppressed the sound of chanting.

Divine weapon: Tiger Roaring Sky Halberd.

The murderous aura was so terrifying that it seemed real. Li Guan raised his halberd, and the white tiger behind him took a slow step. Looking at the successive generations of living Buddhas in front of him, he had a calm expression and a murderous aura, and said:

"It's unseemly, Master."

Outside, the old monk and Chen Chengbi were the first to notice Li Guanyi's abnormality.

They surrounded the young man, dumbfounded.

Chen Chengbi asked, "How come this boy has a Buddhist aura? Does he have a relic on him?"

The old Living Buddha replied:

"No, this feeling is more like grinding the relics into powder and then taking a bath."

When he was about to wake him up, the old monk's eyes froze and he saw the young man lower his eyes.

A faint Buddha light flowed and lit up on his body.

There seems to be a glassy light above the skin.

The Living Buddha looked slightly dazed:

"Um???!"

(End of this chapter)