Chapter 718 Yang Is Not a Bloodthirsty Person

Chapter 718 Yang is not a bloodthirsty person...

Boom!

The sound wave was like thunder, and it instantly startled a strong wind and dust.

The people in front and behind the forest looked back in horror, and saw that there seemed to be a red sun rising in the forest, and the amazing light and heat dispelled the rolling fog and dust.

A black robe danced wildly in the middle, emitting a terrifying deterrent that made people's heart palpitate.

No need for any more words, everyone has already felt the undisguised indifference and anger of the visitor.

"Yang Yu!"

Before the thunder-like voice fell, the monks of Dachan Temple had already changed their colors in horror, and other martial artists were almost the same.

Before the exclamation from the crowd fell, the monks Dachan, Wuliang, Lanke, who gathered like an iron wall in front of the monks of Fulong Temple, had already ordered to retreat without thinking.

Even the three great Buddhist masters, Xu Jing, Dong Chan, and Hui Lin, could not help but tremble wildly. They immediately activated their true qi and held up their true energy.

As if facing a great enemy!

Even though Buddhism is in decline now, they must be among the most well-informed people in the world.

Even though they have gathered in Pingdu Mountain for nearly ten years, all kinds of information about the rivers and lakes, the temple, and the world are still pouring in like raindrops.

They know much more about the newcomer than most people in the world.

Therefore, seeing Yang Yu coming out in anger, how can the three of them remain calm?

Even the monks of Fulong Temple who did not face the anger felt a tremor in their hearts, and almost dared not look directly at the figure that came to break the fog.

"Ami..."

The golden bell that seemed like an illusion had just risen, and Xu Jing's hands had not yet closed tightly, when a loud noise was heard.

"Still chanting?!"

Boom!

The air exploded like thunder, and the wind suddenly rose.

Quick!

The collision was much faster than anyone could imagine. Even Huilin, an old monk from Lanke Temple who was not far from Xujing, felt a flash before his eyes.

Immediately, accompanied by a thunderous roar, the huge forest shook, smoke and dust rolled, and the air currents that seemed to be everywhere were repelled.

"You!"

Half of the Buddhist chant was blown back by the violent fist wind. Xujing, who had been prepared for it, reacted quickly.

Almost at the moment when the fist wind started, his hands, which had not been clasped together, had already separated and tilted upward. It was the Vajra Palm Power, one of the twelve unique skills of Dachan Temple that he had been immersed in for a hundred years.

He was born when Buddhism was in decline, and he was not as talented as his senior brother Shengyun who could not wrestle with King Zhao of Xifu, but he had practiced for a hundred years and gained a rich skill.

A twelve-story golden bell cover and a Vajra Palm Power that was extremely strong and fierce were also famous in the world.

They blessed each other and were once invincible.

However, with only a light touch of the fist wind, and the master not coming, his eyes were blank.

Fist intention? !

Before the thought flashed through his mind, he fell into a moment of absent-mindedness.

In a trance, he felt as if he had returned to his youth a hundred years ago. In the fierce winter, he could not bear the whipping of the master and stumbled in the wind and snow.

The hunger and cold, the illness that had long been forgotten, suddenly, seemed to have crossed time and appeared in his body again!

The pure true qi, strong blood, and strong true energy that he had cultivated for a hundred years... seemed to disappear for a moment!

"Not good..."

In just a moment, Xu Jing had forced himself to come back to his senses and got rid of the coldness and weakness that penetrated into his bones.

However,

After the fist wind, the fist mark has arrived!

Boom!

There seemed to be a sound of a heavy hammer hitting a drum in his heart.

Xu Jing, who had just come back to his senses, had a blank mind again, until the extremely severe pain came from all over his body, and then he had a picture in front of his eyes.

His feet were off the ground!

His whole body was like straw, with his arms broken by the light punch, and he flew into the air.

Bang!

The low and muffled sound like drum beats instantly spread throughout the vast forest.

Amid the wind and dust, the monks just came back to their senses and saw a large piece of blood mist being blown away by the wind.

The abbot of Dachan Temple, the old monk Xu Jing, who was known as "the living Vajra, invincible on the ground", was actually knocked off the ground by a punch.

His muscles and bones were rubbing violently, his membranes were constantly bulging, and before he landed on the ground, large pieces of blood had been squeezed out of the pores all over his body.

It seemed that this punch shook all his blood out of his body!

Boom!

Boom!

In a split second, the two great Buddhist masters of Wuliang Sect and Lanke Temple came to help.

Then, accompanied by two teeth-grinding dull sounds, he was also hit and lifted off the ground, his muscles and bones creaked, and his blood and qi surged.

In just two moments, before the words of the ‘black-hearted maggot’ fell, and before most people even reacted,

the three great masters of Buddhism who had been famous for many years had all been defeated.

And it was a miserable defeat!

So fast, so fierce!

Huh~

Wait until the strong wind blows away the dust.

Looking at the black-robed swordsman who stood upright in the mist, as if he had done nothing, the eyes of the crowd were no longer surprised, but horrified and terrified.

“Senior Brother!”

The shrill scream awakened a group of dumbfounded martial artists.

Then the monk Xuyi of the Dachan Temple, with bloodshot eyes, roared and pounced on the old monk Xujing who fell into the mud and didn’t know whether he was dead or alive.

But before he could finish his words or take a step forward, he was grabbed by the back of his neck and dragged backwards.

The King of the Northwest held him in front of him.

The screams stopped abruptly.

The head of the Dachan Temple Dharma Hall, the famous Zen master, and the monk Xuyi, who possessed many unique skills, was held in someone's hand in such a funny way.

However, no one laughed.

Including the Fulong Temple's abstention from killing, all the people in front and behind the forest were silent, as if they had collectively lost their vocal cords...

"I heard that you want the present-day Dharma Sutra?"

With a flick of his hand, he threw the boneless old monk to the mud. Yang Yu raised his eyes and swept across the monks inside and outside the forest.

Wherever his eyes went, few dared to look up and look at him, including the monks of Fulong Temple, who couldn't help shivering.

Buzz!

Suddenly, a faint golden light rose and flowed from the five fingers that were stretched and pinched together, exuding a strange but familiar breath to them.

The shocking changes in the illusion came too fast, and he couldn't react in time, or in other words, the great master Damo had no intention of letting him participate from the beginning.

More than a month after the illusion was the time for this supreme Buddhist master to enlighten himself...

Thoughts flashed, guessing the cause and effect, Yang Yu's heart was throbbing, and when he looked at the monks in front and behind the forest, he could no longer suppress his anger:

"What a pity, you are not worthy!"

Puff!

Looking at the extinguished golden light, all the monks bowed their heads and chanted Buddhist names, some were frightened, some were angry, but they dared not speak, nor did they dare to escape.

No one can forget the amazing archery skills performed at the mouth of Lingnan Sea...

"The Bodhidharma Sutra in the Present World..."

The strength of the horizontal training of Buddhism can be seen at this moment.

"It's a pity that your twelve-story golden bell cover has not been fully developed, otherwise, it would have allowed Yang to spend more effort."

Yang Yu looked at him coldly.

Naturally, he did not use his full strength in that punch, not to mention the Yuan magnetic force added to his body, the electric light pushed, and even the power of ten dragons and ten elephants was not released.

However, once he attained enlightenment, even without supernatural powers, there were few great masters who could take his punch and survive.

Xu Jing was able to resist because of this "Twelve-story Golden Bell Cover".

This martial art was created when Bodhidharma attained enlightenment, and it was ranked in the top twelve of the thirty-six unique arts that he personally taught.

This Buddhist master was inspired by reading the Taoist scriptures. It seems to be a pure Buddhist martial art, but it also contains the meaning of the Taoist twelve-story building.

The building is important for the foundation, and this martial art is also the same.

The reason why the great Zen Master Shengyun of Dachan Temple dared to wrestle with Zhang Xuanba, the King of Zhao in the West Palace, in addition to his Buddha throwing elephant, was also because of the twelve-story golden bell cover.

When the force is generated from the ground, the body is like a mountain that cannot be pulled out.

The so-called invincibility is obtained from this.

"Yang, King Yang's magical power is unparalleled, no less than Zhang Xuanba in the past. Unfortunately, I am much inferior to you, my brother..."

The mud was stained red with blood. Xu Jing struggled to sit cross-legged with the help of several fellow disciples.

Looking at Yang Yu in the strong wind, he was in a trance, with a bitter smile:

"I have done all the wrong, but I only hope that King Yang's anger will dissipate, and he will not vent his anger on others..."

"Brother, don't ask him!"

Xu Yi almost fainted, but now he has recovered. Hearing his brother's words, his heart is like a knife, and he curses and cries:

"Grandmaster, if you are still alive, open your eyes and see what kind of person you have passed your magic to, he, he..."

"Shut up, shut up!"

Xu Jing took a breath and scolded, his face as pale as paper: "King Yang, you..."

"Yang is not a bloodthirsty person, and you don't have to worry that I will kill all the monks here..."

Yang Yu glanced at Xu Yi lightly, and nothing could escape his sight.

This old monk with a violent temper did not have the slightest blood on him, and he was not among those who "cleaned up the house" as Bodhidharma said.

No, isn't it?

Looking at the seriously injured and dying Xu Jing, and the other two whose lives and deaths were unknown, everyone was somewhat speechless.

In the past ten years, the most famous person in the martial arts world was almost no one who could match the one in front of him.

Along the way, he had set off so many bloody storms, and the number of people who died at his hands was unknown, thousands or tens of thousands, or even countless.

He was clearly a tyrannical person who beheaded and tortured people at will, but he said that he was not a bloodthirsty person...

"You..."

Xu Yi was furious, but he did not dare to disobey his senior brother. His chest rose and fell several times, and he actually spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Senior brother!"

"Junior brother!"

Seeing this scene, Xu Jing felt a pain in his heart, and all the masters of Dachan Temple looked extremely ugly.

"Evil demon!"

A monk could not bear such oppression, and roared and wanted to rush forward, but was hugged tightly by a group of brothers.

"Grandmaster, Grandmaster... Open your eyes and look, disciple..."

The monk cried loudly.

Sadness seemed to be contagious. Soon, many monks in the forest were sad, some were crying loudly, and some were beating their chests and stamping their feet.

Although the three sects of Dachan, Wuliang, and Lanke came from the same source, they had lost their fellow disciples over the years.

At this moment, under great pressure, they actually shared a common hatred of the enemy.

"Now, I think of your ancestor..."

Yang Yu was a little speechless.

With the crying and blood, he really seemed to have become the legendary demon who slaughtered the righteous.

He shook his head slightly, his heart was cold, his will would naturally not be hindered and shaken by these cries, but he had not yet exploded,

a voice came from not far away:

"The ancestor once said that he is not your ancestor."

The crying stopped abruptly.

Many monks still had snot hanging from their noses, but they could not cry anymore.

"you!"

"The purpose of my Zen sect is to uphold the precepts, understand the mind, and see one's nature. It aims to abandon the six desires and seven emotions and see the true nature of the self..."

Facing the shock and anger of many monks, Jiese looked calm. He clasped his hands, looked at the Buddhist masters, and said:

"Everyone, ask yourselves, have you really abided by the rules and precepts in these years, and have you really abandoned your six desires and seven emotions?"

Even though he was calm, he felt a little sad in his heart.

In the past month, he followed his ancestor through many roads and learned a lot. However, the longer he followed him, the more sad he felt.

The Patriarch never begged for alms in his life. He was a true ascetic who strictly abided by the Eight Precepts. There were many emperors, generals and ministers who wanted to follow him.

But even though it was Dayan Temple, the place where he attained enlightenment and the place where the mountain gate would be for later generations, it was he and the ancestors of the Zen sect who opened it up with their own hands.

The first thousand hectares of Buddha land were not donated by believers or rewarded by the emperor, but he, along with many disciples who were honored as ancestors by later generations, came to clear up the wasteland.

However, now, two thousand years later.

Not to mention the top Buddhist sects such as Dayan Temple, Wuliang Sect, and Lanke Temple, even a small temple has no way of flourishing...

Even Fulong Temple, which is based on observing the precepts and has only eighteen people per generation, is...

"Why don't you think about why the Patriarch would rather pass on the unique knowledge of Zen to Donor Yang than to us monks who claim to be 'disciples and disciples'..."

He let out a long sigh, but received no rebuttal.

Jie Se understood in his heart that it was not because they were speechless, but because Yang Yu was by his side. Otherwise, he might be regarded as a Buddha and a demon by them and be skinned alive.

"What you say makes no sense."

Yang Yu didn't pay much attention to this group of monks, and his thoughts were mostly on the fantasy world of immortals and demons. At this time, he came back to his senses and poured a basin of cold water on them first.

In the two thousand years of Zen Buddhism, there has never been a shortage of scum in monk's robes, but there has also been no shortage of eminent monks and virtuous people.

The reason why Bodhisattva was able to accept rebooting was not only because of him, but also because the young monk himself already possessed some of the characteristics of Bodhidharma.

In fact, he has only dabbled in this basic magical skill of the Great Toad Temple, but the real inheritor is this little monk.

However, he was still too kind and soft-hearted.

The real Bodhidharma is not just about compassion...

"Donor Yang, the Patriarch believes in you more than the young monk, and even asked you to clean up the house on your behalf..."

"Clean the portal?!"

As soon as these words came out, all the monks were shocked. No matter how they thought about it, they had never thought of this possibility...

"The Grand Master treats me very kindly, and he won't refuse even the smallest things."

Yang Yu slightly raised his hand, trying to throw away the young monk who was blocking him, but he didn't want him to hug his sleeve tightly and swing around without letting go.

"Donor Yang, although...but, but..."

Jiese's voice finally couldn't calm down anymore. He grabbed Yang Yu's sleeves tightly and his face turned a little pale:

"No, we can't kill them all!"

"Yang, you are not a murderous person..."