NovelBonte Chapter 221 Master
Chapter 221 Master
Chapter 221 Master
"Bold and false hatred, you dare to kill and kill the same family?"
"Now I have fallen into the devil's way, and today I will clean up the door!"
With a roar of thunder and fury, the head of the Bodhidharma Hall rushed over.
When he saw the mummy lying in the forest, his eyes turned red all of a sudden.
"Bodhidharma, Bodhidharma... Bodhidharma! Kill, kill, kill, I will kill Bodhidharma!!"
The little prince lost his mind, let out a beast-like roar from the depths of his throat, bloodthirsty red light flashed in his eyes, and rushed towards the head of the Bodhidharma hall.
"Hmph, how ugly is it that it looks like a wild beast? Look at my Formless Kalpa Finger, it has saved you!"
The leader of the Bodhidharma Hall is a fourth-grade master after all, and he doesn't panic at all when faced with the ferocious little prince.
As soon as he pointed, the true energy in the body shot out, forming a colorless and formless finger force, killing the enemy invisible.
After the little prince became demonic, human nature accounted for two points, demonic nature accounted for five points, and the remaining three points were wild and extremely keen.
Although the Wuxiang Jie Zhi was colorless and formless, the little prince still noticed a ray of murderous intent and dodged to the side in time to avoid the Zhi Jin.
With a sound of "beep", the invisible finger force pierced through more than a dozen tree trunks all the way, and the power disappeared invisible.
"Even if you dodged quickly, how many times can you dodge?"
The first finger of the Bodhidharma Hall pointed out one finger after another, and all the fingers used were non-phase kalpa fingers.
Bodhidharma specializes in the fingering of 72 stunts.
Among the many fingering methods, the Wuxiang Jiezhi is the most powerful one.
The first seat in the Bodhidharma hall to deal with the little prince naturally uses the finger of non-phase robbery as the main one.
It's a pity that the enchanted little prince is more sensitive than wild beasts.
What's more, he has also practiced the 72 stunts of Shaolin Temple, and his martial arts are equally amazing.
A few afterimages flickered, the little prince successfully bullied himself up, using his left palm to chop the mountain, he slashed towards the head of the Bodhidharma Hall.
"not good……"
The pupils of the first seat in the Bodhidharma hall suddenly contracted, and the Buddhist true energy in the body exploded, and he shouted: "King Kong is not bad!"
True Qi circulated throughout the body, making the body of the head of the Bodhidharma Hall look like golden paint, and the flesh and blood body became copper-skinned and iron-framed.
"Big smasher!"
What the little prince used was the big throwing stele hand, and he slammed heavily on the shoulder of the head of the Bodhidharma hall.
The sound of "dong" was like the crash of Hong Zhong Da Lu.
The head of the Bodhidharma Hall let out a muffled snort, sank to the ground, and stepped into the soil with both feet.
But he took the blow from the bewitched little prince abruptly.
However, it's not over yet...
The little prince's stormy attack had just begun.
"Vajra Fingers!"
"Thousand-leaf Tathagata Palm!"
"Eighteen Arhat Fist!"
"Dragon Claw Hand!"
Or fingering, or punching, or palming, or kicking...
Every move is sharp and decisive, fast like lightning, coherent like flowing water.
Those who can practice Shaolin Kung Fu to such a level, looking at the whole temple, can't find a few.
The irony is that the person who has practiced the 72 stunts to perfection has become possessed.
With one move and one move, the little prince beat the head of the Bodhidharma hall without any power to fight back, so he could only be beaten passively.
Seen from the side, the extremely fast little prince seemed to have split into five people, besieging the head of the Bodhidharma hall together.
"Dong dong dong dong!"
"Dang Dang Dang Dang!"
With the sound of metal and stone colliding, the King Kong Immortality magic skill of the first seat in the Bodhidharma Hall finally failed, and he opened his mouth to spit blood.
The body was covered with a layer of gold paint, which receded like a tide, and became a body of flesh and blood again.
"Die!"
The little prince's eyes flashed sharply, and he stabbed the heart of the head of the Bodhidharma hall with his palm.
There was a greedy smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he foresaw how delicious the blood of a fourth-rank master would be.
At this moment, a slender hand protruded out of nowhere.
Like a flood dragon going out to sea, in a flash, it grabbed the little prince's wrist.
"Who?"
The little prince turned his head suddenly, and saw an absolutely unexpected person.
His nominal master, an ordinary sweeping monk——Lu Ming!
If it was the old abbot who held his wrist, the young prince would not be surprised at all.
After all, the old abbot is a master of the third rank, a respected master of martial arts, and he is also known as a "sacred monk".
But in the eyes of the little prince, he has no cultivation at all and is just a servant monk who sweeps the floor. It is simply a fantasy to be able to grab his own wrist!
"Miaochen..."
"Wow!"
Lu Ming grabbed the little prince's right wrist with one hand, and raised his other hand like a sharp knife, cutting off the little prince's right arm.
At the moment of the confrontation, an arm was severed.
The little prince retreated violently, and hurriedly distanced himself from Lu Ming, causing a huge commotion in his heart.
It’s too unexpected!
The person who appeared in front of me was really a surprise!
Especially the strength displayed by Lu Ming has fundamentally broken and subverted the little prince's perception of Lu Ming.
Lu Ming threw down the little prince's severed arm, and said coldly, "Sinister, you should be called Master Poor Monk!"
"It's disrespectful to directly call the master's Dharma name."
The little prince had bruised veins in his temples, he was gnashing his teeth, his eyes were red, and he was staring at Lu Ming.
In the wound where the arm was severed, the fascia, skin and flesh were clamped, and the bleeding was stopped.
But the humiliation of having his arm cut off burned the little prince's heart.
"Who the hell are you!"
Lu Ming glanced at the head of the Prajna Hall who passed out, raised his palm with one hand, and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, a person who wants to clean up the door."
"It's up to you? A mere sweeping monk!"
The little prince let out a shriek, flicked his ferocious left arm, and unexpectedly cast the Wuxiang Jiezhi.
A series of fingers pierced through the wind, comparable to the meteor crossbow forbidden by the imperial court, with great power, piercing the air, and shooting towards it with a howl.
Coupled with the characteristics of the Formless Tribulation Finger, which is invisible and colorless, it is difficult to detect with the naked eye, and it is simply a terrifying ultimate move.
"Amitabha."
Lu Ming stood on the spot, pinching the Buddha's seal with his hands, and the majestic and thick Buddhist true energy in his body gushed out through the pores all over his body.
In an instant, the white air was dense, and Lu Ming's body burst out with a soft golden light. The treasure was solemn and sacred, just like a bodhisattva coming to the world, and the Buddha came to the world.
This is the first form of the Tathagata palm - the first appearance of the Buddha's light.
Back then, the man in black could not break through Lu Ming's body-protecting divine light with his sinister and vicious Nether Poison Palm.
The same is true for the enchanted little prince!
The energies of the Wuxiang Kalpa Fingers pierced through gold and cracked rocks, without any problem, and hit Lu Ming's Buddha's light, but failed to break through.
On the contrary, the little prince was even more horrified.
The Buddha's face that Lu Ming displayed was something he had never seen on the old abbot!
"Ah... no matter who you are, you will die if you stop me!"
The little prince jumped up in the air, and the Buddha power in his body was stimulated to the extreme. The majestic true energy was like a raging river, and behind him a phantom of the Buddha, which was six feet high, condensed.
This Buddha has half a face of compassion, compassion for heaven and humanity, and a bright golden light.
The other half turned out to be a ferocious face, viciously distorted, and bloody.
What a demon Buddha!
The little prince frenziedly stimulated the true energy in his body, mixed it into the magic hand on his left arm, and slapped Lu Ming from top to bottom.
"The Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Prajna Palm!"
The wind roared in the mountains and forests, and the earth trembled.
A giant palm, comparable in size to the Daxiong Palace, appeared out of nowhere and pressed down violently.
In the nearby mountains, the faces of the heads of the halls who were rushing over quickly turned pale with shock.
"No way, is that the Prajna Palm of False Enmity?"
"He's enchanted!"
"This kind of power is already at the peak of the third rank, and it is infinitely close to the second rank."
"Oops, which hall's head will fight against Xu Qiu again, and his life may be in danger!"
They didn't know that the head seat of the Prajna Hall, which arrived first, had already left.
The one who is fighting against the little prince now is Lu Ming who is usually in charge of sweeping the floor without showing the mountains or the water.
"You have been a poor monk as your teacher for so many years, but I haven't taught you anything. Today I will give you a trick to welcome the Buddha to the West!"
It is the fifth form of the palm of the Tathagata - welcoming the Buddha to the west.
As soon as Lu Mingfu made a move, it seemed like ten golden arms stretched out behind him, and they slapped together, striking the prajna palm of great compassion and great compassion.
In mid-air, golden Buddha's hands collided with the huge demonized Prajna Palm.
The rest of the energy surged, and the terrible shock wave smashed all the nearby trees.
The powerful palm prestige caused the ground to sink, forming a round pit that radiated from the center to the surroundings.
Of course, the Demonic Prajna Palm is not Lu Ming's opponent.
The fourth bergamot hand of Yingfo Xitian shattered the demonized prajna palm, and the fifth to tenth bergamot hands all hit the little prince's body.
"Boom boom boom!"
There was a crashing sound of Hong Zhong Da Lu.
The little prince displayed the invincibility of King Kong.
The normal Vajra indestructible magical power is usually golden.
The higher the level of cultivation, the thicker and purer the golden color.
But the enchanted little prince split his body into two parts, one side is dark golden and the other side is reddish brown!
The little prince, who was full of demonic nature and boundless arrogance, was beaten until he vomited blood and had no power to fight back.
For some reason, the memory fragments of his previous life with Lu Ming came to the little prince's mind.
"Master, all the monks in the temple advised me to let go of my hatred and become a Buddha immediately, why didn't you persuade me?"
"Killing one's father and one's mother is a sea of blood and deep hatred. Why does the poor monk persuade you to let go of your hatred?"
"If anyone kills my loved ones, I will fight to the death for revenge for the rest of my life!"
"Master, are you willing to be a sweeping monk for the rest of your life?"
"When I first entered the temple, I was very unwilling. I always wanted to fight with others and compete with others. But later, when no one in the temple was my opponent, I no longer had the desire to fight. I was good at sweeping the floor. ."
"Hahahaha, doesn't that mean that Master is invincible in Shaolin Temple? Monks don't tell lies, Master, you broke the precept..."
The little prince found that the self in his memory, as he grew older, looked down on Lu Ming more and more, and despised Lu Ming more and more.
The two masters and apprentices in name drifted apart.
Suddenly looking back, the little prince realized that the master back then was not bragging.
Master is still his master!
Invincible to the sweeping monk in Shaolin Temple!
With this thought in mind, the little prince was blasted into the high-altitude clouds from mid-air by Lu Ming's Greeting Buddha to the West, and then fell to the ground, smashing a human-shaped pothole.
The little prince was embedded in the pit and was dying.
A hoarse and demonic voice resounded in the little prince's sea of consciousness.
"You are not his opponent."
"If you continue like this, you will die!"
"die?"
The little prince's eyelids trembled a few times, and he wanted to close them completely.
He just feels so tired...
Hate, so tired.
Alive, so tired.
Maybe it's good to die like this...
"Don't you want revenge!"
"Can you forget the tragic death of your mother, queen, brother and sister!"
"Are you worthy of going shopping all the way and swearing to protect your Imperial Guard!"
The bewitching, demonic, and grief-stricken voices were like thunderclaps, setting off thousands of waves.
The little prince suddenly opened his eyes wide, and from the depths of his heart, endless killing intent, monstrous anger, and dark hatred spewed out again.
"I want revenge! I want to kill, kill, kill!"
"Kill them all! Kill them all!!"
A hoarse and demonic voice sounded: "That's right, give your body to me, give it to me, let your gods block and kill gods, Buddhas block...kill Buddhas!!"
Buddha blocks and kills Buddha!
The little prince who was violently beaten was suffocated, suppressed his excitement, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Can... kill my master?"
"Haha, just a mortal."
The magical voice was full of arrogance.
The little prince was about to agree, when fragmentary images suddenly flashed in his mind.
The snow is falling heavily, the temples are wrapped in green, and the road to the top of the mountain is so long.
The little prince, who was only nine years old, could only rely on the strands of true energy sent by the commander of the imperial guards to resist the cold.
When the little prince climbed to the top, a young monk in thin monk clothes was sweeping snow in front of the mountain gate.
Lonely, quiet, in the vast world, it seems that he is the only one left.
At that moment, the little prince thought that Lu Ming, who was sweeping the floor, was a reclusive expert, and his eyes were fixed on him.
Later, the little prince found out that Lu Ming was in Shaolin Temple, but he belonged to the most ordinary serving monks.
Even so, when he was a child, he still liked watching Lu Ming take a broom and clean the fallen leaves of a thousand-year-old ginkgo tree in front of the Sutra Pavilion.
The golden ginkgo leaves fell, and a man dressed in green swung his broom, stirring up the dust on the ground.
The little prince was inexplicably peaceful, he forgot his hatred and troubles, and sat on the stone steps in front of the hall, shaking his legs.
"Can I have a few words?"
The little prince said in his heart.
He had a premonition that once he agreed to the demonic voice, he would truly become a demon, and would no longer be the former self.
The demonic voice did not speak, and seemed to acquiesce.
"brush"
Lu Ming took a step forward and cast No Crossing of the Sea of Suffering.
In an instant, he climbed over the mountains and came to the little prince.
Looking at the dying little prince embedded in the earth pit, Lu Ming raised his palm, and the true energy in his body poured into his palm.
The palm print shimmered and condensed into a golden [卍] character.
In the surrounding space, the complex Sanskrit sound of "Om Mami" faintly resounded.
"Master..."
The little prince suddenly opened his eyes, and the bloody eyes that had been possessed by demons regained some clarity.
"Venom."
Lu Ming's eyes flashed with hesitation, and he clasped his palms together.
The golden light shining from the [卍] character in the palm dimmed, and the faintly echoing Sanskrit sound gradually faded away.
It wasn't that Lu Ming was not decisive in killing, it was his apprentice after all, he wanted to hear what the little prince wanted to say.
The little prince squeezed out a smile on his pale face, and said in a low voice: "Master... Am I wrong?"
"Didn't you tell me that bloody revenge must be avenged?"
Lu Ming was silent for a moment and replied calmly: "Revenge can be avenged, but the poor monk didn't tell you that you can kill other innocent people for revenge."
"You have the ability to take revenge. Killing King Zhenyuan is the evil result of King Zhenyuan. If you can't kill him, you can only blame yourself for your incompetence. But you are guilty of killing innocent lives."
Lu Ming spread out his clasped palms again, the sound of Sanskrit sounded, and the golden [卍] character slowly rotated in his palm, revealing the peaceful, majestic and sacred power of Buddha.
The little prince smiled, closed his eyes, and whispered in a voice he could hear: "Master, you are a Buddha in the world."
(End of this chapter)