Martial Arts Master

The square is grand and surrounded by pagodas. Ning Zitong stands on the side of the referee, looking at the "divine monk" Fayuan in red cassocks slowly walking towards the opposite side with half sentimentality and half fun.

Such duels always remind her of the time when she first entered Waigang. At that time, Fayuan was not the abbot of Daxing Temple, but he had practiced "closed-mouthed meditation" for many years, and still retained the mentality of a little girl. During the conversation, she was interested He tried to provoke the opponent to speak, and was about to succeed, but the referee announced the start of the game, leaving him with unwilling regrets.

So, try once, try twice, try three times... time just flows by, making people grow old.

The girl who had a radiant face and was unparalleled in beauty was already middle-aged before she knew it, and she was speeding down a road that was half a century old.

Perhaps only this "hobby" that I have persisted for many years can allow me to briefly regain the feeling of a little girl, even if I keep failing and never succeed.

What I said was not words that inspired people to speak, but my youth... Ning Zitong sighed secretly and saw the haggard Fayuan stopped at the predetermined position, about thirty meters apart.

At such a distance, she was not afraid that he would hear her thoughts.

Based on the physical tests of seniors and comrades in actual combat, it can be initially determined that the effective range of his mental telepathy will not exceed a radius of ten meters, or even smaller.

At this time, the referee approved the time, raised his right hand and said:

"Conversation time begins!"

Ning Zitong seemed to be waiting for the long-awaited program, and couldn't wait to smile and said:

"Master Abbot, long time no see."

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding audience and the spectators in front of the screen complained one after another, not mentioning the last showdown between the Dragon Tiger Club and Daxing Temple, nor the recent title match, nor the "celebration cocktail party" of the last top professional tournament. "Shang, you have met with the Divine Monk Fayuan in less than two months!

Did you say that on purpose, hoping that Divine Monk Fayuan would refute you?

None of us will fall for this trick!

Fayuan looked at his nose and heart with his eyes, his eyes were restrained, his expression was dull, and he just nodded his head slightly.

Ning Zitong didn't care and continued:

"Master Abbot, I have a doubt that has been hiding in my mind for a while, and I hope you can give me some help."

"I have been thinking that Buddhism practices closed-mouth meditation to reduce verbal karma and cause and effect. If a holy monk who practices closed-mouth meditation happens to know a secret, if he quickly tells it and informs the world, thousands of people can be saved. Wan’s life, then does he choose to speak or not?”

She knows that Buddhists who are good at thinking must have considered this. Mahayana has answers to Mahayana, and Hinayana has principles of Hinayana. It is not difficult for the abbot in front of her, but similar questions are easy to be used as excuses, especially now during the live broadcast. , if Fayuan does not answer, it will easily affect the reputation of Daxing Temple and himself.

Even if a Buddhist layman answers the question online later, it will inevitably lead to a war of words. This is a characteristic of the current information society!

Fa Yuan turned a deaf ear and still maintained his previous posture, as if a tree had lost its life.

As expected of an eminent monk who practices closed-mouth meditation, he is so calm... Ning Zitong changed his mind and said with a smile:

"Abbott, if you don't answer, then forget it. I know you must be struggling in your heart."

She deliberately discredited the other party, but Fayuan still did not speak, and even the rhythm of his breathing and the depth of his eyes did not change at all.

After a few insults, Ning Zitong respected his identity and chased after him fiercely. He smiled sweetly and said:

"I heard that after he attained the master's mastery of mind, the master's closed-mouth meditation was considered perfect, so why didn't he speak? Did something go wrong in the middle, break any precepts, and accidentally opened his mouth, so it was postponed?"

Facing this malicious speculation, Fayuan remained motionless and showed no emotion.

Ning Zitong, who tried several methods but still failed, saw that time was running out, so he gave up sadly, calmed down his emotions, and adjusted his state.

At this moment, she saw Fayuan's eyes move, and his whole body seemed to be slowly coming to life like a creature after hibernation.

Hibernation... hibernation... He couldn't have fallen asleep just now, right? Ning Zitong suddenly came up with such a ridiculous and funny idea. He was dumbfounded, angry and funny at the same time.

The referee didn't give her any time to think. He raised his right arm and swung it down suddenly:

"start!"

Fa Yuan's withered, waxy skin instantly glowed with a golden light. He raised his right palm and pressed it out into the void in front of him.

Ning Zitong's upper body did not move, and moved sideways like a ghost. Behind where she originally stood, a deep and clear palm print appeared on the bluestone ground with a bang. There were no cracks around it, as if the metal vessel had been dug out by a sharp tool. .

The Vajra Realm, the Vajra Seal, the "power across mountains"!

This technique has spawned many unique skills, but there are only a few who can do it as easily as Fa Yuan.

With a wrong step, Ning Zitong suddenly blew a fierce wind around him. The wind was dyed black, getting darker and darker.

Woo la la, while walking around Fa Yuan, she suddenly rotated her body, turned into a spiral drill, and attacked the opponent at high speed, and threw out one after another light black shadows, mixed in the wind, fiercely tightening Then he pounced, covering up his original form.

At the same time, one drop after another of rain condensed, either falling down or drifting sideways, all covering Fayuan. The color seemed close to black, but it was the kind of deep red that has been settling for a long time.

Anbu, "bloody storm"!

The wind can tear apart the spirit and body, while the rain has hidden poison, the phantom seems real and fake, and the fists and feet are hidden in it!

Ning Zitong surprised everyone by attacking at the beginning instead of just wandering around and fighting!

This is the true nature of the "Ghost King"!

The sky and the earth seemed to have darkened. Fayuan's eyes flashed with glaze, and a round light suddenly appeared behind his head. It was bright, bright, and illuminated in all directions!

There seemed to be five Buddhas symbolizing the five great wisdoms hidden in this round light. As soon as they appeared, all the "phantoms" naturally disappeared and disappeared. All the poisonous rain quickly disintegrated and lost its original color.

Comprehensive application of Vajra Buddhism’s “Wisdom Fist Seal”, Fayuan’s “Prajna Bodhisattva Body” and “Heart Access”!

The high-speed rotating "drill" was revealed when it was about to hit the opponent, and it was hit steadily and impartially by Fayuan's broad and slender light gold palm.

boom!

Pale golden light splashed everywhere, and Ning Zitong flew back. Before landing, like a real ghost, it changed direction in mid-air, turned continuously, avoided subsequent attacks, and regained the distance.

Lou Cheng was amazed by this kind of movement. Even if he had "Wind and Snow" and "Wind and Fire", he could not compare with "Floating Shadow" who was not good at this method. However, Yan Zhaotang's "Shunstep" was faster. Yes, but it is too direct and not flexible enough.

I'm afraid only the "Feng Bu" who is also good at body skills can achieve this level... The "Chihuahua" in the future may be able to do similar things... Lou Cheng suddenly thought.

They both have stunning looks, outstanding strength, and are equally good at body skills. No wonder Sister Ning and her "Chihuahua" master have been separated from each other for so many years. It's hard not to compare them!

PS: I was too busy thinking about the dialogue, but I didn’t have time to think about the fight, so the word count is short, so I’m sorry.