Reforged Wizard

Longzhou, King Kong Temple, Arhat Hall, a little novice holding a tray with a martial arts secret book in the tray, walked into a Buddhist hall, and handed the middle-aged monk in front of him: "Uncle Zhishan, you entrust Tao The mission of the Sanhe Gang in Sanhe County in the prefecture has been completed. This is the martial arts secrets they sent."

In the Buddhist hall sat a middle-aged monk dressed in gray linen who was chanting sutras.

He has ten ring scars on his head and a scar from the center of his brow to the right side of his nose. He is nearly two meters tall and has a strong physique. He looks only thirty or forty years old, and his skin is faintly yellow in nature. Reflective.

If you look closely, although this monk has a hideous face, his face is very kind, and his temperament is calm and quiet. At first glance, he has a very high level of Dharma.

Zhishan opened his eyes when he heard the words of the little novice monk, "Oh? So, Jushi Fang, has passed away? What a pity, a good seedling of Luohantang."

The little novice monk raised the martial arts secret book in his hand and asked, "This is a martial arts secret book..."

Zhishan picked it up casually, flipped through it at random, shook his head, and threw it on the table in front of him, saying, "Is the secret book spread?"

The little novice monk thought for a while and said, "I heard Brother Huiding say that it hasn't spread. The Sanhe Gang is very disciplined."

Zhishan nodded and said: "You still know some rules of the world, and there are no more people to clean up, so let's distribute the rewards to the Sanhe Gang according to the originally negotiated task rewards."

The little novice nodded and said, "Yes, Uncle Zhishan."

The young novice monk left the Buddhist hall and said to Brother Hui Ding who was waiting for news outside the Arhat Hall: "Uncle Zhishan has confirmed that he has completed the task, and the rewards of the Sanhe Gang can go on."

Hui Ding nodded and said, "Thank you Brother Huitong."

Seeing that Brother Huiding was about to leave, the little novice Huitong hesitated for a while and stepped forward and asked: "Brother Huiding, Senior Uncle Zhishan just said to clean up other people who practiced the "Bronze Skin and Iron Bone Art". Why is this? Isn't our Buddhism to universally save sentient beings? Can't martial arts universally save sentient beings? We still have to guard the view of the door?"

Hui Ding was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the little novice Hui Tong would ask this question, but Hui Tong is also an inner disciple. I don’t know now, but I haven’t learned it yet. It’s okay to tell him, so he answered truthfully, "My Buddhism and others. The sect is different, and there is no view of the door. If it is predestined, everyone can learn my Buddhist martial arts, but our Buddhist martial arts are very happy if there is no corresponding Buddhist realm, the learning is not beneficial but harmful! It is not! The Buddhist school of martial arts has learned it, but it is the magic school of martial arts that focuses on killing! Therefore, if the Buddhist school of martial arts is passed on, it must be recovered, otherwise, the harm will be endless."

The little novice nodded suddenly and said: "So that's it! Thank you, brother, for your doubts, brother has been taught."

Hui Ding shook his head and smiled and asked: "It's okay, I just have time, do you still have any questions, Junior Brother?"

The little novice Huitong thought for a while, and asked cautiously: "It's not about Buddhism, is it okay?"

Hui Ding nodded and said, "Yes."

"Can you tell me what the rivers and lakes are like? I haven't gone down the mountain yet?! The master always said that I can't go down the mountain because of my Dharma cultivation."

Little novice Huitong did not see the envy in Hui Ding's eyes: How much like the self when he was a child? I always want to grow up quickly so that I can go down the mountain and practice. But when I really went down the mountain and began to practice, I knew that the temple was good!

If it is possible, he wants to stay in the temple forever and is unwilling to go down the mountain.

Huitong thought about it, instead of talking about the sinisters of the arena, but about the strange people and strange things in the arena.

Especially this time, when the time is the closest, Huitong remembers the most clearly, so he focused on Songshan's phantom fog.

After hearing this, the little novice Huitong was really surprised: "It's amazing, there is actually a fog that can make people hallucinate? Magic fog can even kill people? Picking people to kill? It's amazing, as if someone is controlling it. Same."

Speaking unintentionally, listening carefully.

Zhishan didn't know when, standing not far away, he happened to hear this conversation. After Zhishan listened, his eyes became very bright, and he walked over.

After Hui Ding listened, he was taken aback for a while, and then reacted: "Amitabha, Junior Brother Huitong really has the roots of wisdom. He broke the mist and saw the essence."

Seeing that Uncle Zhishan came, he immediately saluted. He was about to say what Huitong had just discovered. Uncle Zhishan shook his head and said: "I have heard about Matsuyama Illusion Mist. You tell me again. Say everything carefully."

"Yes!"

Although Hui Ding didn't go to Songshan County this time to personally participate in it, he personally communicated with a few people who came to the mountain because what he knew was very clear, as he saw it with his own eyes, it was vividly depicted.

When Zhishan listened carefully and asked carefully, Hui Ding felt very strenuous. After all, it was a retelling, not personal experience.

After speaking, he asked: "Uncle Zhishan, Sanhe County is now spreading that Songshan Changqingguan has a martial arts myth, what do you think?"

After all, he is a famous school, well-informed, rich in theoretical knowledge, I have never seen it, and heard from the elders of the school.

However, Zhishan is not sure: "This does not match the description of the Golden Core Realm Martial Artist or the Golden Body Realm Martial Artist, and I dare not assert. However, this phantom mist in Matsuyama is indeed interesting!"

The phantom fog in Songshan is very similar to miasma, but it is different.

Although some of the miasma in the south has a hallucinogenic effect, it does not say that people are chosen~www.readwn.com~ Moreover, Songshan is located in the Central Plains, and it is not sparsely populated and humid in the south. How can there be miasma?

But there may be anything.

Nature is inexplicable, what if there is such a miasma?

"The miasma in the deep mountains and old forests of the south is because there are hallucinogenic plants, especially mushrooms. Many wild ones have hallucinogenic functions. As for picking people? This may be a special hallucinogenic plant, right?! There may also be plants that specifically make martial arts practitioners hallucinate. They happen to grow in Songshan, which is unknown."

Hui Ding smiled: "So, I just heard what Hui Tong said, and I think what he said makes sense, but now that I heard what Uncle Zhi Shan said, I feel that what he said also makes sense, but the meaning is exactly the opposite! Amitabha Buddha , The little monk’s concentration is too bad, the uncle, the younger brother, and Hui Dingxin have realized something and leave."

After Hui Ding left, Zhi Shan laughed and said: "Hui Ding has a good chance and good understanding. If he passes this pass, he will definitely reach the vajra state of mind, and he can enter the inner door and teach the truth of Buddhism."

Little Shami Huitong insisted on his own opinion: "Uncle Zhishan, I still think that this is controlled by man! It is not a miasma!"

Zhishan smiled and touched Huitong's little bald head and said, "Huitong is even more powerful, with excellent concentration, Amitabha."

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