"No way."

The old monk shook his head: "the world is in the sea of suffering, only I Buddha can cross."

The young monk Huiming came to the other side: "but the master of Lingguang temple?"

"I'm a Dharma heart. I'm a disciple of Lingguang temple." The old monk asked, "are you a Bodhi temple or a disciple of Zhongyue temple?"

Monk Huiming put his palms together: "on the origin, the disciples come from Zhongyue temple, but they are not Zhongyue Temple disciples."

FA Xin old monk looked at him up and down: "no wonder he has been a layman, but it's a pity that he has a good qualification and the pearl is covered with dust."

"I don't dare to be a monk." Hui Ming said.

"I want to cross the world, how do you stay?" Asked the old monk.

Huiming shook his head: "under the rule of Chang'an City, the people live and work in peace and contentment. Although they dare not say that they have reached the other side, they have at least been separated from the bitter sea."

"Nonsense."

Dharma Hsin old monk said: "it's not on the other side, it's in the sea of suffering. Only according to the guidance of Buddha, can we cross the world to the other side. The rest of them are evil and evil. They can only make people blind and fall into hell forever."

"Buddha is in everyone's heart, and everyone can become a Buddha." Monk Huiming shook his head: "the way is different, and I don't want to argue with the master. I just want to ask the master to leave here."

"You are not as good as the layman in Zhongyue temple. You have been a heresy since you were young."

Instead of getting angry, he looked at Huiming with deep regret:

"you don't save the people from suffering, but you have to stop me from helping them. What's more, you just sit and watch them sink deeper and deeper."

"My Buddha is not your Buddha, master, please." Huiming made a "please" action.

The old monk Faxin looked at the people in the city and nodded.

He went out of town with Huiming.

The little monk followed him all the way to the outside of the city. Then he heard his master say, "stop, don't get close to me. Pay attention."

"Yes, master." Little monk, stop.

In the distance, old monk Faxin and Huiming stopped at a place far enough from the city.

The same movements of the two people are both palms and eleven rites.

As they clapped their hands together, the air between them suddenly aroused a burst of dust.

"You can do it." Dharma heart old monk said.

"Obedience is better than respect. Please forgive me for my impoliteness." Little monk Huiming didn't refuse and raised his hand and clenched his fist.

As soon as he punched out, he was like a Xumi mountain rushing towards the old monk FA Xin.

Old monk FA Xin stood still.

The golden splendor of Taoism emerged and surrounded him, forming a mountain of Xumi.

Bigger than Huiming, more magnificent!

Two Xumi mountains are colliding.

Huiming's one punch is useless, but his body moves backward a step.

On the Xumi mountain of the old monk FA Xin, a crack appears and shakes in place.

However, his body did not move. The cracks on Xumi mountain soon disappeared and recovered intact.

"The cultivation is very solid, rare, rare." Dharma Hsin's eyes were filled with regret: "it's a pity, it's a pity."

"Please teach me." Hui Ming's face remained unchanged and his fists came out at the same time.

Between the opening and closing of his fists, it was like a handprint.

Seeing the handprint, the old monk Faxin was not only slightly stunned.

Xu Mi Jinshan, who protects his body, was hit by Huiming, and was immediately full of cracks!

Powerful power, let his body also shake.

"My Buddha is merciful!"

The Dharma heart monk talks about the Buddha's name, and the golden mountain of Xumi suddenly disappears.

The golden light diffused in the air like a mist.

In the mist, it seems that there is a lot of hype and lotus on the ground.

Huiming's fist seal can make the opponent's Xumi landslide, but can't break the golden fog.

The fog is like a cloud, and it is not steady, which dissolves Huiming's fist seal on Xumi mountain.

Huiming is not surprised.

The reason why he took the first move, as the old Buddhist monk said, was that he knew that his opponent had reached the eighth level of Buddhism, the realm of impermanence.

The seventh state of Buddha is called Xumi. It is the willed Xumi mountain. It has infinite thoughts and infinite power.

In the actual combat, Xumi mountain is shown to be an integral part of attack and defense. It is strong and powerful to attack.

And the eighth state, impermanence, Xumi turns mustard seed, impermanence, no constancy, between changes, not subject to the opponent's restraint, or restrain the opponent.

At this time, the Dharma heart old monk displays the mystery of impermanence, which seems gentle, but dissolves Huiming's Xumi great power.

"The cultivation of the seventh level can show some of the mystery of immobility with Xumi's subduing devil fist." On the contrary, he sighed: "in terms of talent, you can be more superior to me than I am. Unfortunately, you have fallen into evil ways. If you follow the right path, there will be no limit to the future!"

Hui Ming said, "the master flattered me."

He has been in Chang'an city these days, observing all kinds of human beings and understanding Buddhism. This is a blow that the old monk Faxin admired.However, unable to break the other party's impermanence, Huiming took back his fists and sealed his body.

Because he knew that old monk FA Xin was going to fight back.

Sure enough, the light and fog in front of him swept in turn.

Monk Huiming uses Xumi to subdue the devil, which shows the immovable fundamental seal.

But the soft light still came to him through the seal of Hui Ming's fist.

A bodhi tree extends from the light and fog, and then a branch points to Huiming's eyebrow.

Huiming had to step back.

But that Bodhi branch, but infinite extension, constantly approaching Hui Ming's eyebrows.

In the past, Huiming, a martial arts master of the eighth level, can compete with yunmo with his superior inheritance.

But now, what he is facing is that he learned from Lingguang temple, which is not inferior to his Dharma mind old monk.

At this time, it reflects the embarrassment of people being killed by a higher level of exit.

The wisdom of tomorrow is superior to others, and its skill is more stable than Dharma mind in the same realm.

Unfortunately, to some extent, "impermanence" is restraining "Xumi".

With Huiming's eyes, it's hard for him to have a temper.

The old monk Faxin steadily gained the upper hand and forced Huiming to retreat again and again.

Fortunately, there was a long song from the distance, and half of the sky suddenly became hot.

"Master, ziri Jiao!" Cried the little monk.

"It's not ziri Jiao, but a demon who practices the transformation of ziri Jiao."

FA Xin old monk still looked at Huiming: "no wonder you are so stubborn. It turns out that you are mixed up with a group of demons."

"The old thief is bald, dare to run wild in Chang'an?" A big purple sunset set in the sky.

In the sun's flame, a purple dragon stretched its body, like the rain of purple flame, and fell to the old monk Dharma.

The old monk raised a hand to the sky and raised his index finger.

Its index finger tip, as if turned into a green lamp.

A little light gives off thousands of rays of light, which envelops all around.

Under the light of Buddha's spirit, all the purple flame like awns were smashed and exploded in the air.

A path of spiritual light, even torn the sea of purple flame fire, shine on the ziri Jiao itself in the air.

Ziri Jiao was startled and quickly dodged.

In his great anger, he spewed out purple flame, turned into a fire wheel in the air, and smashed his opponent in the head.

However, the old monk Dharma Hsin still used one move to smash the purple fire wheel.

At the same time, Lingguang castrated endlessly, and continued to attack ziri Jiao.

The old monk was wise and wise. He suppressed Huiming and ziri old devil with one enemy and two.

Ziri Jiao roared and roared, and monk Huiming said nothing, but all of them were beaten down by the old monk FA Xin.

However, just then, the old monk's expression suddenly serious, looked up to the sky.

The clouds there were suddenly stained with blood.

A bloody old man, slowly fell from the middle, coldly watching the old monk FA Xin.

"Are you the Lord of Chang'an?" The old monk Faxin has a solemn look.

"How can you disturb my majesty?"

It was the old devil of blood shadow who looked down on the old monk FA Xin, and his eyes became colder and colder: "if you dare to invade Chang'an, you don't want to leave here today."

"I don't care if I die, but I will save thousands of creatures here from the sea of misery and avoid the evil of you demons!" Dharma's heart is old and his voice is deep.

Huiming sighed: "master, it's your Majesty's restraint. The magicians in Chang'an never hurt people."

"It's just a fake to deceive the world, but the fangs are only temporarily hidden." Dharma Hsin old monk was not moved.

The blood shadow old devil above snorted coldly: "little monk, don't talk nonsense, take him down!"

Said, the old devil turned into a blood Phoenix, from the top of the rain of blood.

The Dharma heart old monk covered the upper part with the light of the impermanent Buddha.

The blood rain fell on the light and fog, and could not go down.

But the blood rain congeals but does not disperse, has not been dissipated by the light fog.

As soon as the old monk FA Xin's face changed, he saw hundreds of blood threads falling from the blood Phoenix in the sky, blending with drops of blood red raindrops in the light and fog.

Then, as if there were life, thousands of bloodstains kept drilling down to get through the light and fog.

The impermanent light and fog of the old monk Dharma heart kept changing. He tried to dispel the blood, but it had no effect.

He raised his finger a little bit again, and it was shining everywhere.

All kinds of aura, like a sharp blade, cut off the blood.

However, the broken blood does not dissipate, but is connected with the wings of the blood Phoenix.

So the more the aura, the more blood.

FA Xin old monk had no choice but to use the Bodhi branch to drive back Huiming and ziri old demons. Then the Bodhi branch went up and the top point was toward the head of blood Phoenix.Blood Phoenix hanging in the air, do not hide or flash, let the Bodhi branch stab into his head.

Like bleeding, a lot of blood and water flowed from the head of the blood Phoenix.

But these dirty blood did not scatter, but spread along the branches of Bodhi and slid down like living beings.

The target is the Dharma heart old monk himself.

The old monk looked more and more serious. He took the opportunity to break the Bodhi branch.

Blood no longer spreads downward, but rises upward.

Swallow up that Bodhi branch, take the other party back all the blood phoenix head.

The blood and water were all recovered, and the Phoenix's head returned to its original state, as if it had never been injured.

His wings vibrated a few times, and then he saw a Bodhi branch which was broken into several pieces and assembled into a claw of a blood Phoenix.

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