Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 405: Arhat Boxing

At the same time when the descending dragon descended to the world and used his own Buddhist meaning to draw out the Tripitaka, and then the Tripitaka turned into a Buddhist avenue that connects thousands of miles to the sky, a great excitement was also going on in Dongcang City.

On Jiange.

Adamo took a deep breath and stepped onto the ring.

He clasped his hands together and saluted the opponent in front of him. Opposite him was a Confucian scholar who looked to be about twenty years old, and he smiled back at Adama: "I have seen Shaolin master brother!"

In Chen Luo's design, the Martial Arts Academy does not distinguish each school based on the school, but divides the martial arts academy into departments similar to the universities of the previous life. Under the major and minor. No matter which school or school of Kungfu you learn, you will eventually have a common name-disciple of the martial arts school.

In the martial arts academy, each martial arts system will select a student with the highest achievement to become a senior brother or senior sister, form a martial arts federation, and manage it together with the martial arts worship group designated by Chen Luo The operation of the entire martial arts academy. The first Shaolin Master Brother is Adamo.

Since the establishment of the martial arts academy, Shaolin has always been an embarrassing existence. In terms of background, there is a Taoist sect secretly funding, Wudang is simply open, it wants people, money and money, Tai Chi and Tai Chi Sword are even more profound; Beiming Divine Art, etc. all exuded a misty fairy air, especially the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect, no matter male or female, their appearance and body were all the best choices, which created a huge temptation for young people who had just entered the road of warriors.

In addition, the Beggars' Clan, blessed by Guo Jing and Qiao Feng; the Ming Cult, which looks evil but is bright, are also popular departments.

The Emei School, where Su Qianqian is the master sister, is also the first choice of many female warriors.

Even the Wuyue Sword Sect, which has always been at the bottom of the chain of contempt by the faculty, has seen a sharp increase in the strength of sword cultivators due to Lang Feixian's integration of poetic swordsmanship into martial arts, and the number of applicants for disciples has skyrocketed recently.

Only in Chen Luoshu, Shaolin, known as the Big Dipper of Mount Tai, has always been tepid. Even with the heaven-defying image of the floor-sweeping monk in "The Eight Parts of the Dragon", people are afraid to get close.

There are three reasons for this.

First of all, it is the relationship between Buddhism in the Western Regions. In the minds of Daxuan people, they have never had a good impression of Buddhism, and Shaolin's Zen seems to be inextricably linked with Buddhism, which makes people resist it inherently. Coupled with the fact that some self-made clever remarks are also rampant, it is believed that Shaolin and Buddhism are at odds. At that time, Chen Luo may abandon Shaolin for the sake of martial arts. Therefore, many people have concerns when choosing Shaolin.

The second is the threshold of Shaolin martial arts. Different from direct comprehension of other martial arts, although in theory Shaolin martial arts can be learned by everyone, without qualification problems, but in fact, you need to master the corresponding Buddhist principles before you can master martial arts, which is a step slower than others. If the Dharma is unreasonable, then Shaolin martial arts will become a mirror image.

In the end, it was Chen Luo's attitude. Chen Luo did not intend to establish Zen as a religion, but positioned it as a special learning principle, so Shaolin warriors would not take the initiative to spread the teachings to ordinary people. I do my practice, I help you and love you, but I don't ask you to support me and believe in me.

Therefore all kinds of reasons combined, although Shaolin has a great reputation, the number of disciples is extremely small.

Adama looked at his opponent with lightning-like eyes. Although he prayed to Buddha, he was also a warrior. Great Buddhist principles are in front of him, but no one gets close to him. This is his most urgent thing. He hoped that by virtue of his extraordinary performance in martial arts, he would attract more people's attention and let more people understand the Buddhist meaning he came into contact with.

As for Jiange, it is the best stage.

"Can we start?" the Confucian scholar said gently. This person's surname is Yan, and his name is Yan Benyu. He is the Yan family's disciple who presented Chen Luo's "Fishing Old Man Picture" at the beginning, and he majors in Yan's painting.

Adamo nodded: "Please!"

Yan Benyu was not polite, and immediately took two steps back, a blank picture scroll emerged, Yan Benyu's thoughts moved slightly, and a majestic righteousness fell on the picture scroll.

In an instant, a blue light flashed on the scroll, and thousands of arrows came from the painting and shot towards Adamo...

…

"Brother Zhu, look at this match, can Adama win?" Outside the Jiange of Lun, the great scholar Jin Helan looked at the Pavilion of Jiange, and asked Zhu Hesong, the great scholar beside him.

These two great Confucians, who were on duty at the Martial Academy today, were sitting in the worship hall, bored, so they set their sights on the Pavilion of the Sword.

Zhu Hesong narrowed his eyes: "It's hard to say you can't win, but you can't say you can't win. Half and half, what do you think?"

Jin Helan frowned slightly: "Am I asking you or you asking me?"

Zhu Hesong was stunned: "You are asking me! Then I asked again, don't you understand this? You are a fake Confucian!"

Jin Helan stroked his forehead and sighed: "If I talk to you again, I will be your grandson!"

"Hey, you're already a Confucian, so don't talk about ethics. Besides, you don't have a grandmother!"

"You don't have a grandmother!"

"Look, aren't you a grandson?"

Listening to the bickering between the two, the great scholars who had long been used to it smiled slightly, and Xiang Jixuan stood up to smooth things over and said, "I think it will be difficult for Adama to win."

"Marquis Wu opened six thousand miles of martial arts, but so far, except for Marquis Wu himself, the rest of the martial arts are still a little far away from six thousand miles. Those geniuses are all hunting high-level bloodlines."

Speaking of this, another great Confucian nodded lightly: "Nowadays, the barbarian plain is full of flames, and the sweat part of the tower bone is falling apart, but there are quite a few high-ranking bloodlines fleeing south. Speaking of which, Ji Zhong hasn't come back for eight or nine days. It's..."

"The life-saving object on his body has not been touched, so there should be no danger. I think he may have gained a lot. Having said that, so far, only Ji Zhong has defeated the Confucian and Taoist sects with three thousand miles of martial arts cultivation One person."

Jin Helan continued: "That's right. Mr. Ji, because of Mr. Lang Da's fusion of Dao, the power of his sword has greatly increased, and he defeated Daoist Ku Yu Daoist."

At this time, an old Confucianist nodded: "Then Yan Benyu is the sixth-grade Enlightenment Master of the Yan family and a talented Confucianist. Although it is extremely difficult to become a saint in painting, before the Confucianism, But it is one of the most powerful schools of Confucianism. I think the winning rate is less than 10% when Adama faces him."

"I don't think so." Suddenly a voice sounded, Yan Tianbing, the patriarch of the Yan family, came to the enshrinement hall at some time. Turning into reality, summoning the things in the painting to attack, but his six thousand miles of standing road is basically a virtual one in the painting."

"The old man has also read Shaolin books recently, and the description of the state of mind in it is quite ingenious, perhaps restraining this illusory testimonial."

Yan Tianbing grinned and didn't care about dismantling the platform of his own children. What the others didn't know was that it was Yan Tianbing who suggested to Adamo to challenge Yan Benyu this time.

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The Great Confucianism is still talking, and Adama and Yan Benyu have fought against each other for several rounds on the Jiange. And Adamo also continued to display martial arts such as golden bell jar, lion's roar, non-phase robbery finger, dragon claw hand, etc. The two sides fought back and forth, which dazzled the audience and praised them unceasingly.

"Shaolin martial arts are very strong!" Some warriors sighed sincerely. They usually thought that those Shaolin students were rough-skinned and thick-skinned. complicated and varied.

"Naturally, otherwise, why would Marquis Wu be so respected in the book!" Someone echoed, "It's just... I want to change Shaolin."

"Don't jump to conclusions yet. Master Yan is currently using methods in the Confucian realm, let's see." Someone said calmly.

At this time on the ring, Yan Benyu frowned slightly when he saw that Adamo was not at all tired in the fight, and found that the opponent was more difficult than he imagined, so he shouted: "Be careful!"

Speaking, a writing brush appeared in his hand. Yan Benyu held the writing brush upside down, and pointed towards his eyebrows. In an instant, Yan Benyu's figure flickered, and it was split into two, turning into two Yan Benyu. Afterwards, the two Yan Benyu did the same, Once again, Qi Qi pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and turned into four more Yan Benyu.

"It's appeared! Daoist art, fake and real!" Someone exclaimed, this is a powerful art of drawing one's own out of thin air. Also painted into this portrait avatar.

However, this is just the beginning. The four Yan Benyu are lined up in four directions, and the brushes in their hands are waving quickly in the void, as if they are drawing something. Naturally, Adama couldn't let Yan Benyu do what he wanted, and immediately rushed to one of Yan Benyu. At this moment, the other Yan Benyu suddenly stopped, pointed his brush at Adamo, and suddenly a chain formed by pen and ink came out from under the ring, and Ada Mo's legs entangled.

Adamo's mortal energy circulated, and he broke free from the chain of pen and ink, but in such a split second, the four Yan Benyu had already completed the second Dao painting technique, and opened a cyan barrier, trapping Adamo in it .

"Drawing empty and making a prison!"

When Adama blinked, he found himself standing in the familiar garden of Siddhartha's palace.

Drawing the void as a prison is not a binding spell like drawing the ground as a prison, but an illusion of the soul.

Set up a painting prison in the space, and people in the painting prison can't help drawing the things that scare them the most in their souls.

And the great terror hidden in Adama's heart is the giant palm that covers the sky.

"The royal family of Siddhartha, practicing paganism, should be destroyed!" The voice that appeared countless times in the dream exploded in his ears, Adama raised his head, and suddenly a huge palm appeared in the originally clear sky , press towards the palace.

"Illusion! It's an illusion!" Adama kept telling himself in his heart, he forced himself to raise his head, and looked at the falling giant palm.

His spirit is clear, he knows that this is an illusion caused by Yan Benyu's technique, and it is the deepest fear in his heart.

"I have obtained the Fa-rectification, and I am not afraid of heretics!" Adama suddenly jumped up and hit the giant palm.

With a bang, Adamo was beaten into blood foam by the giant palm.

…

Adamo opened his eyes, and he stood in the garden of the palace again.

"The royal family of Siddhartha, cultivating pagan religion, should be destroyed!" The magnificent voice sounded again, as if the illusion just now was repeated again.

"I have obtained the Dharma!" Adama recited in his mouth, "Namo Amitabha!"

Speaking, he jumped up again, facing the giant palm.

With a bang, Adama was beaten into blood mist again.

…

Adamo opened his eyes for the third time, still in the palace garden.

"The royal family of Siddhartha, cultivating paganism, should be destroyed!" The voice sounded for the third time.

Adamo's eyes showed confusion, why? Why can't I break through this illusion?

Could it be that I have no true intention to lead Fa-rectification at all?

Why?

…

At the same time, in the Lun Jiange, Yan Benyu saw blood and tears in Adama's eyes, and his heart tightened.

This is not the effect of painting prison!

He hurriedly started to remove the spell, but at this moment, a force came from the spell, which directly interrupted Yan Benyu's spellcasting. Yan Benyu felt that his soul was hit hard, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Almost the next moment, the figures of Yan Tianbing and Xiang Jixuan appeared on the ring at the same time. With serious eyes, the two looked at Adama in the painting prison.

"Patriarch!" Yan Benyu saw Yan Tianbing, and immediately shouted, "Quick, quickly withdraw this spell. I can't withdraw it!"

Yan Tianbing and Xiang Jixuan looked at each other, both of them looked serious.

They sensed that this technique of drawing a prison was only an introduction at best, and what was really attacking Adamo right now was the fear that Adamo had for Buddhism in his reincarnations.

Adama is from the Western Regions, and Adama is only in this life, and the previous few lives must also be reincarnated in the pure land of a certain Bodhisattva. This kind of natural fear comes from the coercion of the Buddhist Wanli Road.

Only half holy odes or Taoist blessings can be resolved.

There is nothing they can do.

"Do your best!" Yan Tianbing sighed, and when he was about to summon his home country to descend from heaven, suddenly, Adama in the prison moved.

He raised his fist.

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The illusion of the soul.

Deaths again and again caused infinite pain in Adamo's heart.

It's not that I can't break the illusion, but I can't break the fear.

He kept reciting the Buddhist scriptures of Zen, but all the principles were vulnerable to that giant palm.

"Is what I'm looking for the true Buddha?"

A little doubt had just appeared in Adama's heart, and he shook his head suddenly, throwing away this distracting thought.

"The true Buddha is in my heart."

"Your thousands of miles, you can't reach the other side!"

After speaking, Adamo suddenly showed a smile and clenched his fists again.

For a while, Adama's heart blossomed.

"Unfortunately, I haven't seen the road to Purdue the sea of ​​suffering."

The voice fell, and suddenly there seemed to be a melody coming from a distant place, which fell into Adama's ears.

"The shoes are broken, the hat is broken, the cassock is broken..."

Following this voice, the golden light in Adama's eyes seemed to flow, and a golden road of ten thousand miles appeared in his eyes~IndoMTL.com~ leading to endless Qingming.

Adamo blinked again, and the golden road of ten thousand miles disappeared, but a series of forces rushed to Adamo's fist. He raised his fist and punched the sky-shaking giant palm.

In an instant, streaks of golden light flew out from Adamo's fist, piercing the giant palm in the blink of an eye, and the wound on the giant palm burst into golden light, and it burst apart inch by inch in front of Adamo's eyes.

The dark clouds receded, and a ray of sunshine shone on Adamo.

Adamo clasped his hands together and bowed to the south.

…

Looking at the picture prison that was disintegrated by a punch, Yan Tianbing's mouth twitched, and he looked at Xiang Jixuan: "What kind of punch is this?"

Before Xiang Jixuan could answer, Adamo's voice came.

"Shaolin, Arhat Fist!"

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