Flower Stealing Master Chapter 311: Princess in crisis

"What the **** are these two people playing?" Zhao Min could not help but frown, looking at the clouds as well.

"The two nobles did not know that Prajna palm is the deepest palm of Shaolin Temple. Prajna Buddhism emphasizes emptiness. Therefore, Prajna palm power becomes intangible, and there is no sense of form, perception, thought and action, palm strength is emptiness. Sacredness is palm strength, so outsiders do not seem to have much strength. Only those facing the enemy can perceive the danger in palm strength." King Jinlun Fa heard the discussion between Huazheng and Zhao Min, and hurriedly answered his questions. .

Hua Zheng was at a loss and couldn't help but shook his head and said: "The Zen Buddhism of the Central Plains is really obscure and difficult to understand. No wonder Father Khan prefers tantric religious meaning."

The King of the Golden Wheel has a good face. The Mongolian Empire is now strong and strong. Various sects have sent envoys to preach to the Mongolian imperial family, including not only Buddhism in the Middle-earth, Quanzhen and other schools, but also Zoroastrianism in the Western Regions, God's religion and so on. However, the most successful is Tubo Tantra. Several masters of Tantra were regarded as guests by Mongolia, and they were appointed as national teachers. Basiba of Nalanda Temple was revered as the emperor, and even the second-generation disciple of Shingon Sect, Sang Jie It is also highly regarded by the prince of Ali, and it seems that in the near future, it is just around the corner to make Tantra the state religion of Mongolia.

"What the princess said is that the monks in Middle-earth like to say some obscure things in the clouds and mist. You ask him to explain, but he can't explain it clearly, and the name is that you haven't realized it. If you understand it, you will understand it naturally. It’s okay to deceive the ignorant people. It’s ridiculous to fool the great Genghis Khan."

"The national teacher's words are heavy. Because of the obscure teachings of the Chinese Zen Buddhism, there are indeed many monks who deceive the world and their names, but there are also some who are truly enlightened." Zhao Min paused, shook his head slightly, "but they Even learned monks are often confused by the doctrines of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, how can ordinary people understand it."

Everyone here is talking about Buddhism, but the two over there are extremely dangerous. Song Qingshu’s eighteen palms of Jianglong are fierce and unparalleled. Fortunately, Xuancheng’s Prajna palms are empty and weak. Every time they face Song Qingshu, they hit a ball of cotton with all their strength. The palm strength is turned into nothingness by the other party without knowing it. After dozens of moves, Song Qingshu felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Great monk, you don't seem to have reached the highest level of the Prajna palm,'to the end'." Song Qingshu remembers that in the original book Xuanci used Prajna palm to fight Qiao Feng's eighteenth dragon palm without falling. Wind, only at the last moment did I realize the true meaning of'empty to the end'.

"I didn't expect your Excellency to be so knowledgeable. Ordinary people know that Prajna palm is not easy. You still know that the highest state of Prajna palm is'to the end'!" Xuan Cheng's face was different, "but look at your dragon. Eighteen palms, it seems that I have never reached the peak."

"The monk really has his eyes like a torch," Song Qingshu exclaimed, "Since you and I have never practiced the palm to the extreme, it will be difficult to distinguish the winner and loser in this fight. How about letting it go?"

Xuan Cheng was rather moved, but he quickly showed hesitation: "You made a move to save the female devil today, so that I don’t know how many innocent lives will be lost to her in the future. This sin, The poor monk should treat you well."

Xuan Cheng understands that although he has the upper hand for the time being, it is not easy to beat Song Qingshu in a short time. However, so far he has only used Prajna palm. If he uses the other twelve arts at the same time, the power of the tricks will not only be doubled if they complement each other. Moreover, the more proficient magic wand method has not been used, so Xuancheng is confident that he really fights. It's okay to teach Song Qingshu a lesson.

"Great monk, is it more sinful to kill a few people, or is it more sinful to kill thousands of people?" Song Qingshu said while defending Xuan Cheng's continuous attacks.

Xuan Cheng was taken aback, and quickly said: "Although there is a cloud in the Buddhist school, all beings are equal, everything in the world is illusory, killing one person and killing tens of thousands of people is no difference. However, the poor monk is in the red dust, and he still can’t understand that. A state of freedom. From the perspective of the poor monk, it is natural that the crime of killing thousands of people is even heavier."

"That's not enough. Li Mochou only killed a few people, and the evil he did was just a small evil. On the contrary, it was the princess empress over there, who underwent thousands of horses, invaded Middle-earth and killed us. Thousands of compatriots, this is the real big evil. If you keep the big evil, but hold on to the small evil, is it because you are scrupulous about the many masters around the princess empress, so you pretend not to see it. Li Mochou who bullied the lonely family?" Song Qingshu moved Shuanglong out of the water and shook Xuan Cheng away with a palm, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Bastard! How can the poor monks be afraid of them." Xuan Cheng said angrily, but also put away his skills, without the intention to continue to pounce on.

"This Song Shaoxia is really clever. The two armies are fighting each other by their own ability, so there is no right or wrong. What's more, we are going south to discuss peace with the Song court. If we can negotiate a peace Success, I don’t know how many innocent lives will be saved. How can this merit be comparable to Li Mochou, a cold-blooded female demon who kills innocently."

Zhao Min glanced at the broken Zhu Chai on the pillar, feeling lost in his heart, and there was a trace of hatred in Song Qingshu's eyes.

"I don't know that the princess empress had washed the six major factions on that day, and even the emptiness of the four great monks of Shaolin Temple was also cut off by your hands. Is this considered an indiscriminate killing of innocents?"

When Zhao Min said that this trip was going south to discuss peace, Song Qingshu was secretly shocked. If Mongolia had a truce with the Southern Song Dynasty, it would have changed its strategy of attacking everywhere. Not surprisingly, Mongolia will definitely attack a country with thunder, but I don’t know whether it will be the Kingdom of the Jin or the Qing, or the Mingjiao of the Western Regions or Hui. Department etc.

If you are attacking Mingjiao, of course you like to hear about it, but if you attack the Qing country, you have not digested the strength of the Qing country. It is really bad for Mongolia to fight at this time.

Song Qingshu was still thinking there, but Xuan Cheng glared at the Mongolian group: "Are you the demon Zhao Min?"

It was at the time when Abbot Xuanci led the monks in the temple to go out and arranged for Kongwen and others to stay in the temple, but Zhao Min used ten incense to loosen his muscles and took all the monks to Wan'an Temple. It almost caused the Shaolin Temple to be destroyed, and it was empty. The head of the **** master was cut off, which is a great shame for Shaolin Temple.

Although Xuancheng heard that they called Zhao Min the princess empress, he didn’t care too much. After all, there are many princess princesses in Mongolia. It was not until Song Qingshu broke that she knew that the beautiful girl in front of him was actually the big enemy of this faction. .

"The demon girl suffers death!" Xuan Cheng opened his eyes full of anger, and slashed towards Zhao Min with a palm.

Hearing the conversation between the two, the Baxiong Shenjian had already warned. Seeing Xuan Cheng pounced, he drew a bow and shot at him.

Seeing this, Xuan Cheng stopped and didn't avoid it. He took a deep breath, and the monk's robe became extremely turbulent, like an inflated balloon, standing upright on the spot. . The bow and arrow hit him, only to hear the sound of ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong, the bow and arrow hit the monk's robe, like being bounced off by an invisible energy, and all fell to his feet.

After a rain of arrows, even Xuan Cheng’s robe was never broken, Song Qingshu’s eyes condensed, King Jinlun and the two elders Xuanming also cried out: "King Kong is not bad!"

Xuan Cheng didn't speak, and while Shen Jian Baxiong and the others were stunned, he opened his mouth and roared, and sound waves that were visible to the naked eye attacked everyone.

"Buddhist lion roar! Protect the princess and the princess!" Jin Lun Fa Wang was shocked and angry, and quickly raised the big golden wheel to protect the two women. Stand in front of the two women and block most of the sonic power for them.

The other guards under Zhao Min were not so lucky. They covered their ears and fell to the ground wailing in pain. Although Shenjian Baxiong is not good at internal strength, they are not much better than ordinary guards. It didn't take long before they were shaken with bleeding from their mouths and noses, and they slumped to the ground.

The people guarding Zhao Minhua Zheng's body are not much better. King Jinlun Fazheng has a solemn expression, and the old man Xuanming trembles slightly. Because he suffered a serious internal injury just now, he is obviously approaching his limit now, Ah Da Ah Er Ah San was trembling all over, and a trace of blood slowly leaked from the corner of his mouth.

Song Qingshu was not directly in front of Xuan Cheng’s attack. With his skill, the lion roar naturally had no effect on him. He couldn’t help but moved a chair and sat down in his spare time. With a move, Qinglong sucked water and sucked it from the counter. A hip flask, pouring and drinking from the side, watched the play.

After a while, Xuancheng’s lion roar finally finished. Zhao Min and Huazheng were guarded by many masters, so it was fine, but most of their men were staggered, and they had obviously lost their fighting power~IndoMTL.com~ The only one who can stand safe and sound is the Golden Wheel of Fa King, the two elders Xuanming and Ada, A, A, A, A, and A, but only a few people, and A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, and A San were injured by Zhang Wuji. Right and left, so he was shocked by the roar of the lion Xuancheng, and had already suffered serious internal injuries.

"I heard that the emptiness of this temple was killed by a Western Shaolin master Dali Jingang pointed out. If the poor monk is not mistaken, he should be your lord." Xuan Cheng looked at how good his eyes were. Assan practiced the strong vajra finger.

"What about Lao Tzu who killed it? That bald donkey's dragon-clawed hand blows so beautifully, it's nothing more than that." Although Ah San knew that he was defeated, he didn't want to lose his momentum.

"Okay, the poor monk will use the dragon's claw hand to meet your strong vajra finger for a while." Xuan Cheng's face was expressionless, his voice just fell, his left hand was falsely probed, and the right hand was carrying a gust of wind, and he moved towards Asan's left shoulder Catch it in a big hole.

A San once struggled with emptiness, naturally knowing that this is the "cloud holding style" of the dragon claw hand, and quickly picked up the Dali King Kong finger to poke Xuancheng's elbow, he thought his own Dali King Kong pointed away. The tablet cracked the stone, and it was a blood hole in the human body. Xuan Cheng had to withdraw his move if he wanted to keep his arm.

Xuan Cheng didn't rush, press down with his right hand, just intercepting Asan's strong vajra finger, Asan felt a sharp pain from his fingertip, as if his finger was poking on a piece of thousand-year-old mysterious iron. I could feel those **** breaking every inch.

Before Ah San had time to react, Xuan Cheng’s left hand, which was a false move, had already caught his throat. Ah Da and Ah Er were shocked, and rushed over to rescue him. Xuan Cheng smiled slightly, and made a clean gesture. Twisting, he snapped Ah San's neck.

"Empty, I let him die under your fame stunt, I hope you can look down."

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