Taixuan started to move across the sky and followed the Shaolin monk. The two of them rushed to the back mountain of Linhou, and the Shaolin monk stopped.

The monk turned around and stood still, and saw that the monk's eyebrows and beards were all white, his face was covered with frost, and his wrinkles were full of time. Although he was as dry as a tree, he had a solemn appearance. He put his hands together and placed them in front of his chest, and performed a Buddhist ritual: "Amitabha, this Taoist master is polite! I wonder if it comes from Quanzhen Sect, Longhu Mountain or Laoshan?"

Tai Xuan said: "The master is polite. Since he comes in the middle of the night and comes with his face mask, he will naturally not tell the master my origin!"

The old monk said, "Amitabha Buddha is famous and unnamed, all of which are illusions. The Buddha's ants are all ordinary. The old monk is attached to appearances. But he doesn't know what the layman sneaks into the Sutra Pavilion late at night?"

Taixuan smiled and said, "Master, why should you be so hypocritical? If you don't know why I came, why should you follow me in the middle of the night and suck the Lankavatara Sutra away?"

The old monk said, "Knowing means not knowing. If you don't know, you will know it. The mind arises, all kinds of demons arise, and the mind is destroyed, and all kinds of demons will be destroyed. The evil thoughts will come together and there will be three thousand heavenly demons coming to the mortal world. The righteous thoughts will naturally be invaded by all evil. Perhaps the lay Buddhists who came here were greed, had a false mind, and wanted to seek the secrets of magical powers. The next thought is because the mind has wisdom roots and wants to get close to Buddhism. One thought is past, one thought is present, and one thought will come. Therefore, although the lay Buddhists remain the same in one thought, they belong to Buddha and demons?"

Tai Xuan smiled and said, "Buddha is the way, and demon is also the way. Eating when hungry is the way, sleeping when sleep is the way. Following the mind is the way. In this way, my thoughts come together to borrow scriptures are also the way! Sakyamuni once said that I am the only one in heaven and earth! My heart is the way. Do monks want to stop me from seeking the way?"

The old monk said, "Amitabha! If the lay Buddhist does not have such accomplishments in martial arts, I can hand over the "Nine Yang True Sutra" to the lay Buddhist, and inherit my treasure scroll and receive my cause and effect. Even if I don't enter my Buddhism, I will have a day to return to cause and effect. However, the lay Buddhist has mastered the Taoist martial arts and has a firm heart. After obtaining this "Nine Yang True Sutra" again, it will only take the lay Buddhist's martial arts path to a higher level, but it is useless to my Buddhism. You must know that the Dharma cannot be passed on lightly, and the Tao cannot be passed on lightly. Old monk forgave the old monk cannot hand over this sutra to the lay Buddhist!"

Tai Xuan said: "The master is such a bad word. As far as I know, the person who wrote the "Nine Yang True Sutra" was first Confucian, then Tao, and then Buddha. And it was also created by observing the supreme secret book "Nine Yin True Sutra" from the hands of my Taoist sect, Chongyang True Sutra. The master gave it to me today, and wouldn't it be just right to repay the cause and effect of the Chongyang True Sutra that day? Why should the master be obsessed with it? Then, the monks are empty, why can't they break their fame and fortune? They can't see the difference between Buddhas?"

The old monk pondered: "The four elements of monks are empty, but they are humans and not Buddhas after all. Please forgive me for the difference between Buddhas. I will never be able to do anything regardless of the rise and fall of my Buddhist school. Besides, my Shaolin is now seriously damaged and I have closed the temple and closed the door. The old monk did not say that he would do for Shaolin or Buddhism, but he would never be able to get enemies. I handed over this "Nine Yang True Sutra" to the lay Buddhist. Let the lay Buddhist go down the mountain!"

Tai Xuan said: "Since I have gone to this Shaoshi Mountain today to see the true scriptures, it is my fate. How can I go back empty-handed? It is useless to say more. Monk, let's rely on our own abilities!"

After saying that, Taixuan flew up and blew out the "Heart-Destroying Palm" with his right hand. The palm wind was fierce. The old monk saw that Taixuan did not dare to be negligent when he hit Taixuan. He waved his right hand and blew out the "Vajra Palm" with his palm, which whistled the palm of his palm, which was opposite to Taixuan.

Taixuan felt a huge palm force facing his right hand, and he rushed to increase his internal strength and continued to flow towards the old monk. The old monk also increased his internal strength to confront Taixuan.

After about half a cup of tea, Taixuan suddenly weakened his internal strength, and flew away with the old monk's palm power. He pulled the sword behind him and came over. The old monk said, "Amitabha, don't you hear that my Shaolin Golden Bell Cover is so perfect that I can't get enough swords and guns, and I can't invade all poisons?" After that, he put his hands together in front of his chest, and silently used his skills. He saw a phantom of the golden bell appearing around his body.

Taixuan said coldly: "The golden bell cover is indeed invulnerable to swords and guns, but I don't know how many levels you have practiced, and whether you can block the sword light!" After the innate Hunyuan Qi, a foot-long sword light appeared in the tip of the sword in his hand. Under the cold moon, the coldness was biting.

The old monk was shocked when he saw it. Although his golden bell cover was not as good as the twelfth level as the ancestor of Bodhidharma, he was not invaded by swords and guns, and was not invaded by all poisons, he also reached the eighth level, and had reached the eighth level without being injured by sharp weapons. Only three-inch covers were left. Regardless of whether the opponent's impact was strong or weak, he had an extremely fierce countershock force. Those who were in the middle either died or were injured. However, this sword light was not a sharp weapon, but was condensed by innate true qi, which specialized in breaking various body-protecting magical skills and golden body magic, and he would no longer dare to stay in place.

The old monk used the "a reed crossing the river", flew up, stretched his right hand and shouted, "How can the Daomen sword light be like? Look at my Shaolin wood-burning sword technique!" His right hand held his palm like a knife, and a red sword energy slashed straight towards Taixuan.

Taixuan was flying in with a sword and chasing the old monk. He didn't prevent a sword energy from coming, so he quickly made a "shift across the sky" flash to the right. He saw the red sword energy slashing onto the big tree on the side. The big tree broke at the waist and burned from the broken mouth. In an instant, the flames were majestic.

After Taixuan avoided the side, he made a sword aura of "Tiangang Sword Technique" and "Kuixing Fight" fly out and flew straight towards the old monk. The old monk flew past, and the sword light smashed the rocks beside him to pieces.

Taixuan's long sword shook and followed the old monk and slashed straight. The old monk shot out another red sword energy, which was against Taixuan's sword energy. It immediately burst into full force, knocking the surrounding trees to pieces.

Taixuan and the old monk wandered around, smashing a good forest into a mess and shattering rocks around.

After a long battle, Taixuan turned around and stabbed the old monk with a sword and passed by the chest. The old monk's right hand slashed his sword and was about to cut Taixuan's throat, but when his hand approached Taixuan's body, he raised his hand and slapped Taixuan's chest with one palm, and beat Taixuan so hard that he could fly out. Before Taixuan flew out, he did not forget to hit the old monk's right chest with a palm.

The old monk's mouth was bleeding, and the wounds of the sword on his left chest were also flowing. If Kunlun Mountain collapsed and fell to the ground, Taixuan was beaten up by the old monk's palm and hit a big tree. The blood in his mouth was like a blowout.

Taixuan struggled to stand up, feeling that his chest was hurt everywhere and his chest meridians were all injured. Taixuan didn't care about this, and put his sword on the ground, looked at the old monk coldly and said, "Why? You could have killed me?"

The old monk struggled to sit up, sat cross-legged, clicked a few acupoints to stop bleeding, and smiled at Taixuan, "Amitabha, how can monks kill animals! What's more, the fight between the lay Buddhist today has caused anger, so how can I hurt my life again? Besides, the lay Buddhist has a very extraordinary origin. If there is any good or bad, it will definitely cause a dispute over Buddhism and Taoism at that time! My Shaolin was already very damaged, and there are no peerless masters except the old monk. If a group of Taoist masters come, I am afraid that my Buddha's incense will be cut off!"

He spitted blood and said, "The layman is still young, just like the sun, but the old monk is about to die. He is not far from going to the Pure Land of Bliss in the West. However, the Nine Yang Sutras really cannot be handed over to the layman. I hope the layman will forgive me!"

Taixuan's long sword was sheathed and said coldly: "Since that's the case, I will retreat from Shaoshi Mountain today. If you don't die for a day, I won't go to Shaolin for a day. If you meet your Shaolin person in the world, I will let him go!"
Chapter completed!