Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 271
Wan Shugao was startled when he heard someone talking.Looking up, he saw a gray figure walking slowly over from the pavilion on the top of the mountain.

Getting closer and closer, Wan Shugao finally saw clearly.

The visitor was dressed in gray monk robes, which swayed slightly with the night wind.On her feet were black open monk shoes and leggings.Looking at his face, he is thin and aged, even a little sad, with a layer of gray hair on his head.

I estimate his age to be around sixty.

But she didn't know whether he was a human or a ghost, or where he came from. He didn't even notice it beforehand.

Wan Shugao was shocked, but Ding Ermiao turned a blind eye and the sword in his hand did not stop at all.

"Awakening of a day, the bright moon shines on my arms full of ice and snow, and the mighty rivers flow... The whale has not yet swallowed the sea, but the sword energy is already flowing!"

Ding Ermiao carried the sword with his backhand and danced an all-direction wind and rain pose. Then he lunged straight and made a move of green dragon out of the water. The tip of the sword pointed at the gray-clothed monk ten feet away and said coldly: "You Buddhists say that color is emptiness, and emptiness is color." .So the sword technique is empty and the sword is empty, what’s so good about it?!”

Thinking that he had thousands of people to kill but could not wipe out the evil spirits hidden in the depths of Yaohai Park in one fell swoop, Ding Ermiao felt depressed and his words were inevitably a bit pessimistic.

To dance the sword here tonight is actually to do my best to dispel as much of the evil, resentment and hostility here as possible.

"Amitabha, good, good..." The monk clasped his hands and chanted the Buddha's name: "The four elements are empty is the great state of Buddhism. Faced with such fierce evil energy, the poor monk cannot turn a blind eye."

"Hmph, you don't lie!" Ding Ermiao snorted, flicked his wrist, and at the same time stepped back and pulled back. After holding the moon in his arms with one move, he then turned around and swung Qingfeng, but it was a move that swept away the wind. leaf.

"With wealth comes no freedom. I spent several years toiling on the hills. The hall was filled with flowers and three thousand guests were drunk, and fourteen states were frozen with one sword!"

Under the moonlight, Ding Ermiao's clothes and sleeves fluttered like a rainbow, and his figure was handsome, like an immortal who was about to emerge and ascend.

After a move of Meteor Catching the Moon, Ding Ermiao took three steps forward and stabbed out with three swords. Then he turned around and retreated. He raised his left foot and performed a move of Dapeng Spreading Wings. He looked at the gray-clothed monk and said :

"Without such evil aura, how can you subjugate demons and protect the way? Your Buddhist school emphasizes compassion. Don't you also have the angry-eyed Vajra and the magic pestle?!"

"It's good, it's good..." The gray-clothed monk clasped his hands again and said slowly: "Buddhism is vast and can save others as well as yourself. The sharp blade in the donor's hand is too evil, and it will blind his true nature in the future. If you let go of your obsession, you may find another way to heaven. "

"Hahaha..., what I want is this evil spirit!" Ding Ermiao laughed, turned around, with the sword in his hand glowing, and suddenly jumped up, squatting down, Qingfeng pointed directly at the sky, and let out a loud voice road:

"Killing a person in ten steps, you won't stay behind for a thousand miles. When it's done, brush off your clothes and hide your achievements and fame!"

The monk's face was filled with compassion and he put his palms together and said nothing.

Ding Ermiao kept dancing with his sword. Suddenly a dragonfly touched the water, and suddenly a bird dropped into the forest, and its silhouette was startled, as if there was no one around.

Thinking that he had only been in the mountain city for a month, Zhong Haoran had fought with Zhong Haoran and destroyed the Locked Dragon Pond, destroying everything he went.
"When the boy was fifteen or twenty, he captured Hu Maqi on foot. He traveled three thousand miles with his body, and his sword once served as a division for millions!"

But when he thought that his proposal to change the feng shui layout of Yaohai Park would be difficult to pass, he felt disappointed again. His sword moves became serious and he chanted slowly:

"I can't eat when I stop to drink and throw chopsticks. I draw my sword and look around with my heart at a loss. If I want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, I will climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang..."

Wan Shugao was already dumbfounded, standing there like a sculpture.

"Amitabha..." The monk in gray clothes heard Ding Ermiao's hesitation, clasped his hands and lowered his head and said: "Don't force the great road, never leave people's feet; the source of immortality will never be found again, and the spiritual mountain is only in your heart."

"Oh...?" Ding Ermiao felt inspired by the monk's words. He paused for a moment, then raised his sword with a bow and struck the moon from the bottom of the sea with a move, and chanted:
"There are three thousand men in each hall. Tomorrow I will tell you who it is. I stroke my long sword and raise my eyebrows. How can the clear water and white stone be separated?"

"That's good, that's good... If I don't go to hell, who will?" The monk in gray clothes clasped his hands again and said:

"As a poor monk with no virtue and talent, I have decided to stay here in Yaohai Park, meditate here and chant Buddha's name for the rest of my life. I hope that the peaceful atmosphere of Buddhism can alleviate the evil and sorrow here."

Ding Ermiao looked at the monk for a long time, and suddenly drew a sword flower, withdrew the sword back to its sheath, first introduced himself, then cupped his hands and said, "May I ask the master's name, where did you come from tonight?"

The monk smiled slightly, clasped his hands and said, "The poor monk comes from Wutai Mountain, and his Buddhist name is Neng Chi. I was playing in this park in the afternoon and saw the ominous atmosphere here, so I stayed here and wanted to see what happened in the middle of the night."

Can...eat?Ding Ermiao and Wan Shugao looked at each other, thinking, this monk's skinny monkey essence is still edible?If you can eat, you still have such a stunted appearance. If you can't eat, won't you become a mummy?
After a pause, the old monk pointed to the other side of the mountain and said: "In the long night, I was meditating there, but unexpectedly, I met two donors. It must be a fate."

"It's such a blessing to be able to eat and sleep," Ding Ermiao touched his nose and smiled: "Master Can Eat, do you mean to stay in this park for the rest of your life until you pass away?"

"Idiots, of course you can sleep soundly. With Buddha in your heart, you won't be worried about anything." Monk Nengchi smiled and said, "The truth is the same. As long as you have Buddha in your heart, you can practice wherever you are. Yaohai Park and Lingshan Holy Land are no different. .”

Ding Ermiao nodded, pointed around and said: "Every night here, there is a strong ghost atmosphere but no ghosts are seen. It is very evil. Can you eat the master, are you sure that it can be resolved through Buddhist means?"

"It's so good... I swear that I won't become a Buddha until hell is empty, and only when all sentient beings are saved can I realize Bodhi." Monk Nengchi said calmly: "Although I can't reach it, my heart is longing for it."

"Alright, since there is a master who can eat and guards here for life, those ghosts and monsters must not dare to do evil." Ding Ermiao packed up his things, carried them on his shoulders one by one, and said with cupped hands: "Then it will not hinder the master It’s time to save sentient beings, farewell!”

Tonight's sword dance, with the powerful evil spirit of killing thousands of people, can also maintain peace in the park for a while.

Since the old monk can see the ominous atmosphere here, he must have some cultivation skills. With him watching here, the park area will definitely be better than before in the future.

In this way, I feel more at ease when Gu Qinglan and I go to the Shiwanda Mountain area to search for the source of zombie Gu. We don't have to worry about this.

In fact, Ding Ermiao actually admires this person for being able to eat the master.People can make great aspirations and stick to this place for the rest of their lives, but they can't do it themselves.

If I were to stay here and measure those unclean things, I would not dare to come out.But I don't have that good concentration. I'm afraid that if I live in the park for a year, I will have more gray hairs on my head than the master who can eat it.

Just as Ding Ermiao turned around, Monk Nengchi shouted: "Donor Ding, please stay..."

"Is there anything else?" Ding Ermiao turned around and asked.

He was not interested in Buddhist methods, and he did not want to interact with an old monk.

Monk Neng Chi said slowly: "Master Ding's sword has too much evil spirit, and it will definitely bite back against you in the future. I want to give you the sword. If you read the Buddhist scriptures a few times, it may be able to eliminate one or two. I don't know what Ding Shi thinks. how?"

(End of this chapter)