Journey to the West: The poor monk Bodhidharma, the supreme Buddhist and Taoist

Chapter 117 Great Sun Tathagata Palm!

at the same time.

Outside the mountain gate of Zenlin Temple in Zhenhai.

The conversation between Bodhidharma and Zhike just now was heard by Xiangke long ago.

The scene has already caused quite a stir.

Almost everyone's eyes were focused on Bodhidharma from afar.

But not sure.

Therefore, we can only watch from a distance.

"I'm a Buddha, is this really the legendary Bodhidharma monk? He looks very young!"

"Not only is he young, but he's also handsome. He's on a par with the Flowerless Sage!"

"But, look at this monk, apart from being young and handsome, there seems to be nothing special!"

Most people think that seeing is the truth.

In their eyes it seems.

Only when Buddha's light appears and shows off his magical powers like Wuhua, can he be worthy of the title of holy monk.

As everyone knows, it is precisely because of this that people in the world are often confused by appearances.

however.

For Dharma.

Whether it's praise or slander, he can be flattered or humiliated.

Standing in place with a long body, lowering his eyes and eyebrows, he didn't pay attention to the discussions around him at all.

Right now.

Chan Master Lingyou and the monks stepped out of the mountain gate quickly.

After a long distance, he asked, "Which one is Bodhidharma?"

"The poor monk is Bodhidharma!"

Bodhidharma clasped his hands together and bowed slightly.

"what?"

Zen Master Lingyou showed surprise on his face.

I have long heard that the Bodhidharma monk is young, but I did not expect it to be so young.

From the looks of it, he was just a teenager of fifteen or sixteen.

The face is like a crown jade, rich and handsome.

Dressed in white Buddha clothes, like white clouds in the sky, not stained with dust.

The breath around him is as calm as an ancient well.

Other than that, he couldn't see the opponent's cultivation level at all.

It's not like a human arhat at all.

but.

Even so, Zen Master Lingyou didn't have the slightest intention to underestimate him, and immediately returned the salute with palms together.

"Lao Na Lingyou is the current abbot of Zenlin Temple in Zhenhai, welcome Master to visit our temple!"

"Poor monk Bodhidharma, I have met Abbot Lingyou!"

As he spoke, Bodhidharma immediately handed over an invitation card from Zen Master Yulin.

Zen Master Lingyou took it, glanced at it hastily, and handed it to the intellectual behind him.

"Won't Chan Master Yulin come?"

"Yes, Senior Brother Yulin asked me to learn for me!"

"I heard that Black Rakshasa intends to harm Bujin Temple, but Chan Master Yulin delayed because of this?"

This hidden danger of Bujin Temple is no longer a secret.

Zen Master Lingyou also heard about it, "If there is a need, my Zhenhai Chanlin Temple will definitely help!"

"Thank you Abbot Lingyou for your kindness!"

Bodhidharma smiled slightly, "The matter with Black Rakshasa has been resolved!"

Hearing this, Zen Master Lingyou couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

"Oh, really?"

Zen Master Lingyou was secretly surprised.

What a powerful demon Black Rakshasa is, and he is in the underworld.

With Zen Master Yulin's cultivation base, it is not easy to solve this matter.

There is no doubt that Bodhidharma must be responsible for this.

At this moment.

Zhike approached and said in a low voice: "Abbot, why don't you go to the mountain gate?"

"The old man is confused!"

Zen Master Lingyou stretched out his hand and said, "Holy Monk Bodhidharma, please!"

Just about to step into the mountain gate.

Suddenly, a loud voice came from the temple.

"Wait a minute!"

The voice just fell.

A slender figure floated out.

Wuhua looked Bodhidharma up and down.

Seeing that Bodhidharma's age seemed to be a few years younger than him, doubts arose in his heart.

Immediately walked in front of Chan Master Lingyou.

"Master, how can you trust this person's one-sided words!"

Wuhua looked at Bodhidharma coldly.

"What if this person is a fake or not worthy of his name?"

In fact, Chan Master Lingyou never thought about this problem.

But this kind of thing that is easy to offend people, I would rather believe it than believe it.

What if the young monk in front of him is really Bodhidharma?

To despise the holy monk for no reason is bound to attract criticism from the world.

The reputation of Zhenlin Temple in Zhenhai will also be affected.

That's why Zen Master Lingyou didn't ask too many questions.

more importantly.

Zen Master Lingyou had expected it long ago.

There must be someone who can't help but stand up and question Bodhidharma's identity.

For example, Master Chengguang of Hanshan Temple.

This person was hurt by love back then, so his hair changed color overnight.

So, he simply shaved his head and escaped into Buddhism.

Although her cultivation base is advanced, she has a fiery personality, and she is the most hated person who cheats.

At that time, I will make another move that I am very familiar with, and I will not appear to be too abrupt.

Unexpectedly.

Before Master Chengguang made an attack, Wu Hua stepped forward first.

Zen Master Lingyou couldn't help frowning.

"A young man is a young man after all, he can't hold his breath, and he is full of Dharma, all of which have been cultivated into the stomach of a dog!"

Zen master Lingyou originally wanted to save one or two.

At that moment, his face was slightly gloomy, and he sternly reprimanded: "Wu Hua, don't be rude in front of distinguished guests!"

Who knows, Wuhua never understood Zen Master Lingyou's good intentions.

Instead, he looked at Zen Master Lingyou with some dissatisfaction.

To know.

When he was in Nanbuzhou, even Emperor Wu of Nanliang did not dare to defy him.

Invisibly, it has long been a habit.

"Master's enlightenment!"

Wuhua raised her voice a little, "I just don't want you to be deceived!"

"Ugh!"

Zen Master Lingyou sighed and shook his head.

With Wuhua's current cultivation status, although he is respected as a mentor.

But in fact, Chan Master Lingyou knew very well in his heart that he could no longer suppress Wuhua.

"That's it!"

"Taking this opportunity, let Wuhua try it out!"

"If it's fake, it can be exposed!"

"If it's true...you can also use Bodhidharma's hand to kill Wuhua's vigor!"

Think about this.

Chan Master Lingyou folded his arms and stopped talking.

"A little golden arhat dares to provoke Bodhidharma!"

Looking at Wuhua with slightly sad eyes, Monk Baiyun sighed in his heart.

In the eyes of others, maybe Arhat is enough to roam the world.

But at most, he can only compete with monsters like Aokiji and Akainu.

It is far away from the Black Rakshasa and the Golden Winged Penguin.

"An ant may shake a big tree, beyond its control!"

Monk Baiyun shook his head secretly.

But Wuhua has no such awareness at all.

Seeing that Zen master Lingyou closed his eyes and said nothing, it was obvious that he had acquiesced in himself.

A few steps forward, looking at Bodhidharma, "Are you Bodhidharma?"

"Not bad!"

"What proof?"

"I am me, and I am not me, so what's the use of proof?"

"If you can't realize yourself, how can you realize Buddha!"

"There is no sign of self, no sign of human beings, no sign of sentient beings, no sign of life, all the signs you see are illusory, and you can realize Bodhi only when you see that all signs are not signs..."

Bodhidharma smiled slightly, "You are obsessed with self-identity, how can you prove Buddha?"

Hearing this, Wuhua choked for words.

There was a pause.

Just then he sneered and said: "All the appearances I see are false? If so, then I see you as false! If you are false, then you are fake!"

"Hahaha, did you finally blow yourself up?"

Wuhua pointed at Bodhidharma and forced a smile.

however.

All the monks at the scene looked at him one after another, with a little puzzlement in their eyes.

Although they didn't speak, the look in their eyes clearly questioned Wu Hua's pretentious words.

This made Wuhua laugh more and more emboldened.

In the end, the laughter died away.

A sullen look flashed across his face.

"The appearance of all living beings is tied between the mind and thoughts. If you have false in your heart, you will naturally see everything as false!"

Dharma didn't change his face.

"rhetoric!"

Wu Hua flicked his sleeves fiercely.

"If you are really Bodhidharma, with great supernatural powers and boundless mana, why can't you prove your identity!"

Bodhidharma smiled, "You must have thought of a way to prove your identity for the poor monk!"

"Not bad!"

Wu Hua clasped her palms together, and a golden light suddenly shot out from her whole body.

In an instant.

Vast mana surged out like a tide, crushing the void.

boom!
A golden statue with a height of hundreds of feet, wrapped in a terrifying and unparalleled Buddhist power, soared from Wuhua to the sky.

Like a flowerless Dharma protector!
Seeing this, all the monks at the scene, including Chan Master Lingyou, all changed their faces.

"This is... the Arhat Faxiang?!"

"What a powerful mana, it seems to have surpassed the range of Arhats, almost comparable to gods and Buddhas!"

"It seems that Wuhua's supernatural power is even more terrifying than we imagined!"

"It's no wonder that Wuhua can gain a foothold in Nanfang Buzhou!"

The pilgrims around, seeing such a scene, were even more frightened and hurriedly worshiped.

Damo didn't seem to see it.

His expression was indifferent and indifferent.

Even if the World-Honored Tathagata came down to earth and the ancient Buddha Di Deng came in person, he never had the slightest fear.

What's more, it's just a little golden arhat!

But with a flick of a finger, it can be broken!

Seeing Bodhidharma's indifferent expression, Wuhua's pupils shrank suddenly.

"court death!"

There was a sudden chill in the pupils of the eyes.

Immediately.

A thunderbolt erupted from his mouth.

"The Great Sun Tathagata Divine Palm!"

(End of this chapter)