final catastrophe

Chapter 226 42. Junior Brother

snow.

Gradually fall.

Go down and get bigger.

Xuan Hen, Xuan Liu, and Xuan Bi are three figures, turning between the circles, and mist rises above their heads.

In the vajra subduing demon formation, three vajra pestles flew and struck, like a Buddha stretching out his fingers, pressing down on the enemies in the formation.

Around this small formation, hundreds of bandits have already died.

But Guan Wuchang is still struggling to support.

Taking the time to take a look, outside the formation, the army has already arrived.

Well. It's time to break through.

Xia Ji thought.

Immediately, he stabbed the Tanlang Saber heavily into the ground, clasped his palms together, and a very second sense of Zen suddenly permeated his body.

Then, his quiet voice sounded in the air.

"Looking at flowers and smiling, this suffering is a flower, death is a flower, the vajra is a flower, all things are flowers."

After all, he flicked three fingers slowly.

It looks slow, but it's actually extremely fast.

The three flying vajras flew upside down at the same time.

The three black-robed old monks who formed a formation received the vajra at the same time, but the gentle force on it supported them to retreat rapidly, and they barely stopped until hundreds of meters away.

Formation broken!
The four eminent monks including Shaolin and Xuan Ku showed surprise in their eyes.

The rhyme of Buddha twists the flower finger!
How did this robber know this one of Shaolin's 72 stunts?
Moreover, this appearance seems to have been soaked for a long time.

What's even more frightening is that Xuanjue, who specializes in this kind of kung fu in Shaolin, can't use such a perfect flower finger as he did in this book.

He twirled his fingers like a Buddha.

All injuries are no longer injuries, but flowers!
"You villain, how dare you steal my Shaolin unique knowledge! Tell me! Where did you steal it?" Xuan Hen said angrily.

But Xuan Liu and Xuan Bi did not speak.

It's just because they know that it takes a lot of comprehension to get started with the buddha rhyme and twisting the fingers, and even if you understand it thoroughly, you can't reach the extreme.

Because the last step requires a boundless Zen mind.

Otherwise, it is finger picking, not flower picking with Buddha rhyme.

Only when you understand the Buddha thoroughly can you understand this unique knowledge, and you can make this pointing like a Buddha pointing the way.

This bandit can comprehend to such a degree, doesn't it mean that his Dharma is profound?
So the two monks were slightly confused, and turned their heads to look at the former abbot standing in the city.

Xuan Ku was standing quietly, he recited the Buddha's name, and then asked: "Who is the benefactor?"

Naturally, Xia Ji would not tell them what Shaolin's 72 unique skills were in the Bai'an era. In fact, the name of the master plan was "The Sutra of Tathagata in the Present World", which was created by a top mythical master named Tathagata and bestowed on the Buddha's veins.

I don't know how all these years have passed, how the Tathagata has been doing, and whether he has died again.

It stands to reason that mythical immortals, monsters, and catastrophes all have extremely long vitality, and they like to sleep like themselves every now and then.

At that time, I found many places where they were sleeping, and then directly killed and ate them.

What a wonderful time, but it is over.

Now this rebirth is still done step by step. If the steps are too big, it will be no fun.

Anyway, there is plenty of time.

I have read the "Sutra of the Tathagata in the Present World" by myself, so I know some superficial exercises, such as the Buddha Rhyme Twisting Flower Finger, which is really common.

By the way, I seem to have not only read it, but also secretly wrote an exercise in it, and I don't know if they found it.

At this time, as soon as I pointed out the Buddha rhyme and twisted the flower, I really shocked everyone.

Shocked these bald donkeys.

"Who is the benefactor!" Xuan Ku asked again.

The handsome bearded man didn't seem to want to answer, his eyes were slightly cheap, and he didn't touch the old monk, but there was a faint wry smile at the corner of his mouth, which made people feel that he seemed to be hiding an unspeakable secret.

Not only Xuan Ku, but even the three Xuan Hen and a group of monks were taken aback when they saw the expression of the handsome bearded man.

A group of people launched a "thinking storm", and began to think about which eminent monk was missing in their family.
After thinking about it a few times, it seems that there is no such person.

So all the monks looked at Xuan Ku again. After all, as the former abbot, Xuan Ku knew a lot of Shaolin secrets.

But the big man with a beautiful beard didn't wait for them, instead he strode across the air and rushed towards the closed door.

With a distant move with his right hand, the Greedy Wolf Knife pierced into the ground flew towards him in a hurry.

buzzing.

Trembling, whispering, excited.

"Get out of the way!" His steps were startled, and with the movement of his figure, his aura rose rapidly.

"Get out of the way!" he yelled again.

As for the side face, there was a trace of bitterness, which just happened to fall into Xuan Ku's eyes.

The old Shaolin monk who was proficient in Buddhism suddenly had a flash of light in his mind. He thought of a person who was extremely talented but had deep obsessions. He was finally expelled from Shaolin, took a boat alone, and went overseas alone. He was never seen again. that person.

That person is his younger brother.
They used to get along for three years, from the lowest generation of monks sitting together, until they were favored together, and then entered the Buddhist scripture hall to practice meditation.

It's just that the younger brother is a different kind.

Compared with Buddhist scriptures, he is more interested in hell, especially the past and future lives of evil spirits, the places where they come and go.

Xuan Ku privately felt that Buddha could tolerate him, but Shaolin could not tolerate him.

so.
One day, after killing many invading enemies, the younger brother had a big fight with his master, and then he was expelled from the school, and he could not say that he was a Shaolin disciple for the rest of his life.To the outside world, Shaolin claimed that the younger brother died at the hands of the Demon Sect, but the younger brother was too extreme, so not many people were sentimental.

At that time, I was sitting in dry meditation, knocking on wooden fish.

That day seemed to be the same as today, with heavy snow that blinded people's eyes.

The cold six-sided edge stuck to Xuan Ku's arm, and he suddenly knew what the handsome bearded man was going to do
He walks all the way, kills, confronts Zen, fights Buddhas, breaks barriers, slaughters cities, and breaks formations again!

He has already run out of fuel.

But at this moment, it is just to burn the essence and blood with the last strength, and then... to win a chance for the bandits? ?

Xuan Ku suddenly forgot his identity, but loudly said: "Junior brother!!"

The beautiful bearded man paused for an extremely brief, even unnoticeable, and a complicated smile appeared on his lips, like honey mixed with bitter water, but he quickly returned to normal.

This made Xuan Ku confirm his judgment even more.

Brother
It must be the younger brother!

As for the Xuan Hen trio's mention of this point, they suddenly thought through it, and when they looked at the handsome bearded man, they also had complicated expressions.

Such masters originally belonged to them in Shaolin, but now they are doing their best for the fate of bandits.

Bandits on both sides moved away like a tide.

But Guan Wuchang paused, holding the saber handle tightly with his right hand, dragging the ground obliquely, facing the heavy snow all over the sky, facing the overwhelming tide of soldiers, he walked proudly.

"Big boss!"

"Big boss!"

"Big boss!"

The bandits may have broken limbs or arms, or are covered in blood, but their expressions are still fierce, worthy of the title of outlaws. At this time, this legendary figure stood among them.

So, they started yelling loudly.

How to help out for the peerless general who is about to appear!

Guan Wuchang's every step seems to carry the illusion of the world, and every step is like stepping on the hearts of everyone on this battlefield. His aura is almost at its peak, and that peak is as high as the sky, like a dragon reaching for its claws. cloud.

So I see the world so beautiful.

Heaven and earth see me as such.

The legendary bandit looked up to the sky and burst out laughing.

Heroic dry cloud!

And Xuan Ku let out a long sigh.

Watching his figure continue to go away.

Just like back then, it couldn't be stopped.

Brother
His name is Xuan Tan.
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It's really explosive. Let Xiaoshui vomit blood.

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