Chapter 608: Buddhist Tietou Gong
The few monks who came over looked panicked.
They still remember what Ye Zhen did last time.
That was a ruthless person who killed the beloved disciple of his deceased master without saying a word.
As far as today's Buddhism is concerned, Master Yuan Shen and his generation are the four brothers.
They are the most outstanding generation in Buddhism.
Master Yuan Shen even took over the management of the entire Buddhist sect.
He is the abbot of White Horse Temple.
If it was in ancient times, he would be the head of a sect.
Following down is Fa Yuan's generation, considered the second generation in this era.
They are the disciples of the Four Vajras of Buddhism.
Further down, there are Fa Yuan and others who are the third generation recruited by senior brothers.
The second generation of Fa Yuan can be said to be the backbone of Buddhism.
The third and fourth generations are basically gray-robed monks.
Choose some talented people to be your inner disciples.
Below are the fifth generation lay disciples and the tourists we just recruited.
They all belong to the fifth generation.
It seems to be thriving.
The levels are very clear.
Ye Zhen heard what those gray-robed monks said.
Knowing that I was still recognized.
But Ye Zhen finally understood what was going on in Buddhism.
They are really cannibals.
Other people say that all living beings suffer.
But these bald donkeys can even endure the suffering of the common people.
It really is true to that sentence, only by enduring the hardships can one become a master.
All the gray-robed monks looked at each other and did not dare to approach Ye Zhen.
“What’s wrong with you, Uncle Master?” A bold monk stepped forward.
This is the fourth generation disciple who has just joined Buddhism.
The last time Ye Zhen came, not everyone knew Ye Zhen.
Ye Zhen smiled slightly, "Just kill him."
Kill him?
The young monk was stunned for a moment, "Kill? Are you kidding me?"
"Uncle Dharma is the proud son of heaven in my Buddhist sect."
" But I want to be the next host of White Horse Temple.”
The surrounding monks looked around and saw darkness on the ground.
With some burnt taste.
There was no trace of Monk Dharma at all.
An insider from the last time discovered that the situation was similar in the case of legal corruption.
“How could he possibly kill Uncle Master Fa Greed?”
"You said you killed my master, where is the evidence!"
"How can someone like you understand the great achievements of my master's magical skills!"
Dharma greed as a second-generation disciple The monks and the others have already begun to recruit disciples.
When I usually practice Qigong, Fa Tan and the others lead the practice at first as the master.
After entering the orbit, some talented ones among the three generations of disciples will be selected to lead the disciples to practice.
Just like when we were studying, the sports committee member led exercises in front of the broadcast gymnastics.
No one believed Ye Zhen’s truth.
In their eyes, Monk Fa Chan was as insurmountable as a natural chasm.
It is an invincible existence.
According to normal circumstances, this is indeed the case.
Because even Ye Zhen spent a lot of effort to get it done.
Even for a person with average ability, facing a monk who is greedy for law.
That also has no chance of winning.
At this time, there was a voice from the crowd of monks.
“You said you killed Junior Brother Fa Cai?” A monk also wearing bright yellow robes came out.
There were monks around shouting, "It's Master Fa'ai!"
"Show this mortal who doesn't know the heights of the sky a little bit of your power."
"Master, you are here! There are We don’t have to be afraid of Master Fa’ai.”
Master Fa’ai walked out carelessly.
Looks like a street kid.
"Uncle Fa'ai." The bold young monk just bowed his head and clasped his hands to say hello to Master Fa'ai.
Monk Fa'ai glanced at Ye Zhen and put one hand on the little monk's slippery head.
“You are the outsider who killed Junior Brother Fa Yu?” Monk Fa Ai looked Ye Zhen up and down.
In the eyes of Monk Fa'ai, Ye Zhen is just an ordinary ordinary person.
Just like all college students who have just graduated and are working in the city.
Nothing special about it.
The last time Ye Zhen came here, he had not seen this person.
Even the monk named Dharma Greed has never seen it.
Ye Zhen’s memory is like super amnesia, and he will never forget the people he has met.
"It's me." Ye Zhen nodded and admitted.
"Hahaha, interesting." Monk Fa'ai laughed and looked at the scorched black marks on the ground.
However, Monk Fa'ai became wary.
Because he remembered that today was the day when that guy Fa Chan practiced his magical skills.
Today it is Fa Cai’s turn to get the share of the money.
Every time there is a mess in the yard.
But in the yard today, there was no such thing as the money that came here.
I don’t see Dharma greed here either.
What's going on?
The little monk has been touched by the monk on his little bald head.
"Uncle Fa Na, you must teach him a lesson!" the young monk said loudly.
Monk Fa'ai lowered his head and glanced at the young monk, and his tone became excited, "Are you teaching me how to do things? Ah?"
Some of the monks on the side immediately began to be afraid.
"He's finished!"
"How dare he talk to Uncle Fa'ai like this." Monk Fa'ai put a little more force on his hands.
The little monk's frightened eyes didn't have time to say anything.
A mixture of red and white brain matter sputtered in the air.
The veins on Monk Fa'ai's smooth forehead bulged.
"Amitabha." The monk Dharma's hands were stained with a mixture of red and white. He clasped his hands together and said, "Sin, sin."
At this time, another person came out.
"Junior Brother Fa'ai, you still can't control your temper." Another yellow-robed monk came out.
Monk Fa Chi looked at Monk Fa Ang with a smile.
Monk Fa'ai glanced at the other party and said, "Senior Brother, what kind of wind brought you here."
"I heard from the disciples in the temple that the last time he killed Junior Brother Fa Tan Someone showed up.”
“As you know, the one our master loves most is our junior brother.”
"We have been in seclusion for a while. After we came out, our junior brother was killed for no apparent reason."
"After this master comes back, it will be difficult for me, the senior brother, to explain."
"You also know Master's temper." The monk said with a smile.
Monk Fa'ai did not continue to pay attention to his senior brother.
Just a kick of his legs and his body flew out.
He rushed directly towards Ye Zhen, and the air was filled with screams.
Monk Dharma is like a truck.
Even reinforced concrete will be smashed into pieces by the impact of Monk Fa'ai.
Ordinary people would have no time to react and would be smashed into pieces by the impact.
But Ye Zhen stopped Fa Ai with one hand.
Monk Fa'ai was stunned. His ultimate move, the rocket headbutt, was always successful!
After all, this is the secret Tietou Kung Fu of Buddhism!
Shaolin Tietou Kung Fu is famous all over the world!
And he has been practicing Tietou Kung Fu since he was a child.
The hardest part of your body is your head.
But Ye Zhen pressed him down with one hand, and didn't even move back with his feet.
Unlike Dharma greed, the cultivation direction of Dharma hatred is to continuously condense one's body.
Convert the flesh and blood you eat into a part of your own body.
Provide yourself with sufficient spiritual energy.
Why do they eat people?
Because man is the so-called spirit of all things.
There is not only the so-called aura, but also the so-called spirituality.
Is there anything more suitable than people?
This is how "The Flesh and Blood Sutra" was born.
Fa Chi was also quite shocked on the sidelines. As a senior brother, he knew how strong his junior brother was.
The iron head skill is the best among Buddhists.
Since Fa'ai's Iron Head Skill was successfully achieved, all the bells in the temple have been rung by Fa'ai with his own head.
Now there is a recessed position on the bell in the temple.
That is the result of Fa Ai’s practice.
Being stopped by Ye Zhen with one hand, the unknown fire in Fa'ai's heart began to burn.
"Die!" Fa'ai wanted to increase his strength and smash Ye Zhen to pieces.
But the head held tightly by Ye Zhen could not move at all.
"As soon as it comes, let's make peace with it." After Ye Zhen said this, he directly crushed Fa Ai's head with his bare hands.
Just like he crushed the little monk's head.
It’s just the same as Dharma greed and Dharma desire.
After Fa'ai's head was crushed, he didn't die at all.
On the contrary, the whole body lost some restraint and began to swell.
Fa'ai's small body actually started to grow like crazy.
Like a tree of flesh and blood.
Some disciples looked at this scene in horror.
Some disciples have known this for a long time.
“Is this the true body of Master Fa’ai?”
“Is this mass of things the so-called golden body.”
“Uncle Fa’ai actually showed up The real body is coming! This person is going to die."
In terms of size, Fa Ai is smaller than the previous Fa Greed.
But in terms of quality, the meatballs transformed by Dharma have a more condensed feeling.
It’s full of muscle.
Countless arms began to grow from the entire ball of flesh.
Just like real trees, each palm turned into a flower-like shape.
Ten, twenty, thirty... one hundred hands.
Just like spring flowers blooming.
The tree of flesh and blood is covered with hands.
The monk on the side had never seen such a scene before.
Some older third-generation disciples gave a rough explanation.
“I didn’t expect Master Uncle Fa’ai to have mastered his magical skills to this extent.”
"This is the legendary sign of becoming the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva."
"Ah? The legendary path and fruit of Bodhisattva?"
"So this is the body of the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva?"< br>
“Is it true to become a Buddha forever?”
These disciples may not have much understanding of Buddhism.
But Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva and the others still understand.
Looking at the meat balls with hundreds of hands turned into Dharma anger, they thought it was a sign that they were going to become a Buddha.
Ye Zhen looked at the two- or three-story-high Hundred-hand Meat Tree.
The purple thunder of birth and death bloomed in Ye Zhen's hand like a phantom.
"Die." Ye Zhen made a hand skill with his left hand to send out Zi Lei.
The moment of contact with the Hundred-Handed Flesh Tree.
The hundred-hand flesh tree transformed by Dharma let out a shrill scream.
It seemed to be coming from the Nine Netherworlds of the Underworld.
In just a short while, Dharma anger disappeared from this world.
Not even a trace was seen.
(End of this chapter)