Chapter 718 Yang is not a murderous person...(2/2)
The reason why Xu Jing can resist is because of this ‘twelve-story golden bell’.
This martial art originated from when Bodhidharma attained enlightenment, and ranked among the top twelve among the thirty-six unique arts taught by him personally.
It was this great Buddhist master who came up with the idea after reading the Taoist canon. It seems to be purely Buddhist martial arts, but it also contains the meaning of the Taoist Twelve Towers.
The building is more important than the foundation, and the same is true for this martial arts.
At that time, the reason why Zen Master Shengyun of Dayan Temple dared to compete with Zhang Xuanba, the King of Zhao in the West, was not only because of his great achievements in throwing elephants, but also because of the twelve-story golden bell.
When the force is exerted on the ground, the body becomes like a mountain that cannot be lifted out.
The so-called invincibility comes from this.
"Yang, King Yang's magical power is unparalleled in the world. He is no less powerful than Zhang Xuanba back then. It's a pity that Lao Na is much inferior to his senior brother..."
The mud was stained red with blood, Xu Jing held on and sat cross-legged with difficulty with the support of several junior brothers.
Looking at Yang Yu in the strong wind, he looked dazed and smiled bitterly:
"Thousands of mistakes are made only by me. I just hope that King Yang's anger will dissipate and don't vent his anger on others..."
"Senior brother, don't ask him!"
Xu Yi almost lost his breath, but now he recovered. Hearing his senior brother's words, his heart felt like a knife, he cursed angrily and cried bitterly:
"Grandmaster, if you have a spirit in heaven, open your eyes and see who you have passed on your magical skills to. He, he..."
"Shut up, shut up!"
Xu Jing puffed up and scolded angrily, his face as white as paper: "King Yang, you..."
"Yang is not a murderous person, so you don't have to worry that I will kill all the monks here..."
Yang Yu glanced at Xu Yi lightly, and there was nothing to hide in the secluded space.
This old monk with a violent temper has no trace of evil spirit and does not belong to the category of "cleaning up the family" mentioned by Bodhidharma.
No, isn't it?
After looking at Xu Jing, who was seriously injured and dying, and the other two who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, everyone was speechless.
For more than ten years, among the most famous people in the temples and rivers, there are few who can compete with the one in front of me.
Along the way, he caused many bloody storms, and the number of people who died at his hands numbered thousands or tens of thousands, or even countless.
He is clearly a violent person who frequently beheads Ling Chi, but he says that he is not a murderous person...
"you……"
Xu Yi was filled with anger and anger, but he did not dare to disobey his senior brother. His chest rose and fell several times, and he actually spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Brother!"
"Junior brother!"
Seeing this scene, Xu Jing felt a pain in his heart. All the masters from the Great Toad Temple had extremely ugly expressions.
"Evil!"
Some monks couldn't bear the pressure and roared, trying to rush forward, but were hugged tightly by a group of fellow disciples.
"Grandmaster, Patriarch... please open your eyes and take a look, disciple..."
The monk cried loudly.
Sorrow seems to be contagious. After a while, many monks in the mountains and forests became sad, some were wailing loudly, and some were beating their chests and stamping their feet.
Although the three sects of Big Chan, Wuliang, and Lanke came from the same source, over the years, they no longer have any friendship with each other.
At this moment, under the tremendous pressure, some people actually started to share the same hatred with the enemy.
"Now, I think of your ancestor..."
Yang Yu was a little dumbfounded.
Accompanied by this cry and blood, he really seemed to have become the legendary demon who slaughtered the righteous path.
He shook his head slightly, feeling cold in his heart. Naturally, his will would not be hindered or shaken by these cries, but he had not yet had an attack.
Not far away, a voice came:
"The ancestor once said that he is not your ancestor."
The wailing suddenly stopped.
Many monks still had runny noses but could no longer cry.
"you!"
"The purpose of my Zen sect is to uphold the precepts, understand the mind, and see one's nature. It aims to abandon the six desires and seven emotions and see the true nature of the self..."
Facing the shock and anger of many monks, Jiese looked calm. He clasped his hands, looked at the Buddhist masters, and said:
"Everyone, ask yourselves, have you really abided by the rules and precepts in these years, and have you really abandoned your six desires and seven emotions?"
Even though he was calm, he felt a little sad in his heart.
In the past month, he followed his ancestor through many roads and learned a lot. However, the longer he followed him, the more sad he felt.
The Patriarch never begged for alms in his life. He was a true ascetic who strictly abided by the Eight Precepts. There were many emperors, generals and ministers who wanted to follow him.
But even the Dayan Temple, the place where he realized Taoism and the place where the mountain gate would be for later generations, was opened by him and the ancestors of the Zen sect with his own hands.
The first thousand hectares of Buddhist land were not donated by believers or rewarded by emperors, but he came to clear up the land with many disciples who were honored as ancestors by later generations.
However, now, two thousand years later.
Not to mention the top Buddhist sects such as Big Chan Temple, Wuliang Sect, and Lanke Temple, even a small temple can't prosper...
Even Fulong Temple, which is based on observing the precepts and has only eighteen people per generation, is...
"Why don't you think about why the Patriarch would rather pass on the unique knowledge of Zen to Donor Yang than to us monks who claim to be 'disciples and disciples'..."
He let out a long sigh, but received no rebuttal.
Jie Se understood in his heart that it was not because they were speechless, but because Yang Yu was by his side. Otherwise, he might be regarded as a Buddha and a demon by them and be skinned alive.
"What you say makes no sense."
Yang Yu didn't pay much attention to this group of monks, and his thoughts were mostly on the fantasy world of immortals and demons. At this moment, he came back to his senses and poured a basin of cold water on them first.
In the two thousand years of Zen Buddhism, there has never been a shortage of scum wearing monk robes, but there has also been no shortage of eminent monks and virtuous people.
The reason why Bodhisattva was able to accept Bodhisattva was not only because of him, but also because the young monk himself had some qualities of Bodhidharma.
In fact, he has only dabbled in this basic magical skill of Dachan Temple, but the real inheritor is this little monk.
However, he was still too kind and soft-hearted.
The real Bodhidharma is not only compassionate...
"Donor Yang, the Patriarch believes in you even more than the young monk, and even asked you to clean up the house on your behalf..."
"Clean the portal?!"
As soon as these words came out, all the monks were shocked. No matter how they thought about it, they had never thought of this possibility...
"The Grand Master treats me very kindly, and he won't refuse even the smallest things."
Yang Yu slightly raised his hand, trying to throw away the young monk standing in front of him, but he didn't want him to hug his sleeve tightly and wouldn't let go after swinging around for a while.
"Donor Yang, although...but, but..."
Jiese's voice finally couldn't calm down anymore. He grabbed Yang Yu's sleeves tightly and his face turned a little pale:
"No, we can't kill them all!"
Chapter completed!