Chapter 969 A Wake-Up Call

In the quiet room of Shaolin Temple, Kong Wen sat with his eyes closed, two white eyebrows grew on his cheeks and drooped down, and he was still thinking about the mysterious Dharmakaya that passed by before.

Who is he, where is he from, and why do I have no impression of him?

I have achieved the Arhat Golden Body for more than a hundred years, and have seen many rising stars achieve the Dharmakaya, and many talented juniors encounter difficulties and stagnate. I have also traveled to the East China Sea, walked in the Western Regions, sighed in the southern wilderness, and walked to the extreme north. I have traveled between heaven and earth, looking for other worlds with living beings, but I have never had the impression of the man in green robes and the woman in goose yellow clothes in my mind.

And this is unless they never walk in the world, or they are old monsters who have disappeared from the world before I passed through Tongren Lane?

Could it be a hermit sect, like Lan Ke Temple, which has no trace for decades?

When thinking of Lan Ke Temple, Kong Wen felt a palpitation. Not to mention the encounter when he was young, after he obtained the golden body, he often saw this Pure Land of Reward Body when he traveled in the world. But after the great change forty years ago, Lan Ke Temple could no longer be found. According to the nature of the Pure Land of Reward Body, it should not disappear inexplicably, unless it was completely broken or there were other reasons. Like it, other remaining ruined Pure Lands are also missing.

Thinking of the mysterious collapse of the inheritance of the true meaning of the sect's magic skills, and thinking of the various strange things forty years ago, the answer seems to be about to come out, but he can't get through the fog, as if he has forgotten something, but what is certain is that the truth will be very terrifying, enough to make people collapse.

"Namo Amitabha." Kong Wen chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice and decided to travel again. He suspected that the previous mysterious Dharma body came from the Pure Land or Cave Heaven that disappeared strangely. Maybe they have reappeared in the world!

If he still can't find it, he will go back to the temple to look through the Jianghu books of previous generations to see if they are old monsters that have not decayed in time.

His body became transparent, glass-like gold, his consciousness shone through, and he traveled between heaven and earth.

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Outside the Mahavira Hall, several monks holding brooms and other things pushed open the half-closed door with bated breath, intending to clean up the place.

As soon as the door opened, they saw two glass lamps burning quietly in front of the Buddha, emitting a dim light. The golden Buddha statue was solemn and compassionate, with a petal of Uttarakuru held between the middle finger and thumb of his right hand. In front of the glass lamp, stood a figure in a green shirt. He wore a fan cloud crown, his temples were gray, his hands were behind his back, bathing in the warm light of the lamp, slightly looking up, looking at the Buddha statue, leisurely and contented. Beside him, there was a woman in goose yellow clothes, standing in the dim light, covering up a bit of brightness and adding a lot of tranquility.

Someone is in the Mahavira Hall!

Someone broke into the Mahavira Hall quietly!

The errand monks were not as slow to react as the real disciples. It took them a long time to come back to their senses and stumble out. Some shouted loudly, while others looked for the elders and chiefs who were nearby.

After a while, the Shaolin formation was secretly opened, and the sky was shining with glass. The chief of the Dharma Court, Kongjian, the chief of the Bodhi Court, Wusi, the chief of the Discipline Court, Wujing, and others arrived first. They were all wearing yellow monk robes and red cassocks, with solemn expressions. They quietly surrounded Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei in the center.

Meng Qi remained calm and looked at the familiar chief elders, pacing with his hands behind his back, and he was at ease. Every step he took not only did not affect the aura of the monks, but instead stepped on the key rhythm of the changes in their inner world, so that their condensed aura was always interrupted, which made them very uncomfortable and unable to take action.

After a few more breaths, Abbot Kongwen, who was awakened by Xuanbei, stepped into the main hall holding a nine-ring staff. He looked at Meng Qi, raised one hand, chanted a Buddhist name, and said, "I wonder why you came to my Shaolin?"

He had long recognized that it was the mysterious Dharmakaya that had just passed by, and did not blame the rash intrusion, but went straight to the goal.

At the same time, he preliminarily judged from Jiang Zhiwei's breath and the characteristics of her sword refining that she was from the Xijian Pavilion, but her strength was far better than Zhou Taichong, the strongest in Xijian Pavilion.

Could it be that she was an outstanding person who could successfully step out after being closed in the dead gate of Xijian Pavilion for one or two hundred years?

But the mysterious Dharmakaya was not like someone from Xijian Pavilion...

Meng Qi smiled slightly and asked with his left hand: "Abbot Kongwen, let's change positions. At present, the host and guest are a bit reversed."

At this time, Meng Qi was standing in front of the Buddha statue, and Kongwen was at the entrance to the hall. It seemed that the former was the host and the latter was the guest.

Seeing that Meng Qi was calm and showed no hostility, Kong Wen raised one hand again and bowed, keeping alert and passing Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei.

After the host and guest were separated, Meng Qi was like returning to his home, and said casually: "Everyone, sit down and talk."

Without waiting for the Shaolin monks to agree, he sat cross-legged on the futon in the hall, and Jiang Zhiwei followed closely.

"The donor is very free and easy, more like a Zen disciple than me." Kong Wen said with a smile, and then sat down. Kong Jian, Wu Si, Wu Jing, Xuan Bei and others sat down one after another, still surrounding Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei in the center.

Meng Qi put his hands on his knees naturally, and said with a smile: "I heard that Shaolin martial arts are extensive, and there are four major and seventy-two unique skills. It happens that I am also known for my extensive knowledge and memory, and I have learned a lot, so I came to ask for your advice."

The four major ones are the "Smile of the Flower" of the Buddha Palm, the Moko Demon Subduing Fist, the Great Dream Sutra, and the Yijin Sutra.

As expected, he came to challenge... Wu Jing snorted. Since the establishment of Shaolin, there have always been people like him. The other monks had similar ideas. Only Xuan Bei had a serious expression, because he knew that the other party was a Dharmakaya, and the challenge could only be to the master.

"Amitabha, the donor has already realized the Dharmakaya, so I have to take over." Kong Wen's face remained calm.

Dharmakaya? Has attained the Dharmakaya? It was not until this moment that Kongjian, Wusi and Wujing realized the horror of the other party. Although they knew that the newcomer was extraordinary and his aura was difficult to judge, they did not expect that it was actually a Dharmakaya!

When did such a Dharmakaya appear in the world?

Is he sure to defeat the abbot?

Meng Qi said with a smile: "Has Abbot Kongwen mastered the seventy-two unique skills?"

"No." Kongwen answered calmly, "The seventy-two unique skills are profound and extensive. Studying a few of them is enough to glimpse the Zen. If you learn all of them, you will inevitably be exhausted and contradict each other."

"But I want to see all the unique skills." Meng Qi looked around at the monks, "How about this, I will suppress my strength to the same level, please give me some advice, senior monks?"

What is his plan? The Shaolin monks had never encountered such a request. As the head of the Dharma Academy, Kongjian looked at Kongwen and whispered, "Amitabha, please lend me this Maha Finger."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his ten fingers on his knees, and the swishing sound filled all directions. There were tens of thousands of light golden finger winds, the most, the greatest, the most victorious, making it impossible to avoid or block.

As soon as the finger wind came out, the Shaolin monks saw the ten fingers on the knees of the green-robed man also flicked, and there was also a swishing sound, and tens of thousands of light golden finger winds came from every corner.

Bang bang bang! The finger winds collided, and the strong wind swept the Great Hall. Meng Qi actually blocked Kongjian's Maha Finger exactly.

"Maha Finger! You can also use Maha Finger! Where did you learn Maha Finger?" Wujing, the head of the Discipline Academy, stood up suddenly, full of hatred for evil.

He actually stole the Shaolin Maha Finger!

Suddenly, the monks looked at Meng Qi with contempt and hatred.

Meng Qi smiled slightly: "Buddhist martial arts gave birth to Tathagata. Bodhidharma could comprehend the unique skills from the Tathagata Palm. Why can't I? I have mastered more than 72 unique skills!"

As time went by, the Shaolin monks became more and more proud, arrogant, and square-minded. Han Guang was able to lead people into the devil, and he had a lot of help in this regard, so he had to dampen their enthusiasm.

"Then let me see it!" Wu Jing bent the knuckles of his right index finger, showing a blue-red colored glass state, and suddenly knocked forward. Suddenly, a blue-red phantom of Ananda Dragon King appeared, solidified, and hit Meng Qi, with unparalleled power, bursting inward, and specializing in breaking the hard skills of self-defense.

Meng Qi also raised his right hand, bent the knuckle of his index finger, and struck it with a blue-red colored glass. With a snap, it hit the head of the phantom of Ananda Dragon King, breaking it into pieces, causing Wu Jing to sit down backwards without being able to bear the backlash.

It was really Ananda Finger! Suddenly, one monk after another stood up, and attacked Meng Qi with Prajna Palm, Sumeru Palm, Wuxiang Jie Finger, and Dead Wood Magic, but they were all dealt with by Meng Qi in the same way.

In the end, they were dazed, sitting on the cushions, unable to believe what they saw.

The green-robed man opposite actually mastered 72 unique skills at the same time!

——Except for the difficult-to-show skills such as Sacrifice and Crossing the River with a Reed.

Since Bodhidharma, no one has ever mastered all the unique skills at the same time!

"Amitabha, the donor is forcibly replicating a unique Buddhist skill." Abbot Kongwen watched coldly and saw the essence. He raised his right hand, pressed his middle finger and index finger together, as if picking a flower, and smiled a pure Zen smile on his face, brushing towards Meng Qi.

Picking a flower is the most important thing for Zen, and it cannot be imitated by sensing the running route and the mobilization of the laws of heaven and earth!

At this moment, he saw the man in green robe also smiled, but behind him appeared a Bodhi tree with both withering and flourishing. One hand pointed to the sky and the other hand touched the ground, and it suddenly turned into a golden Buddha, filling the sky and the earth.

"I am the only one in the world!"

The grand voice came into his ears, and the withered and flourishing Bodhi tree bloomed with a clear glass light, withered and flourishing, pointing directly to the bottom of the heart, with a long Zen flavor.

Kongwen seemed to have realized something and wanted to grasp this idea, while the other monks were already intoxicated, intoxicated in Buddhism, and intoxicated in the wake-up call of "I am the only one in the world".

Then, Kong Wen saw the man in a green robe with gray hair on his temples slowly stand up and walk out of the main hall with his hands behind his back, leisurely and contented.

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The Living Buddha Hutuktu first came to Shaolin, and was one of Kong Wen's most important enemies.

"Not only have I recovered from my injuries, but I also have the opportunity to go further. I have to challenge the strong enemies one by one, defeat them, and accumulate momentum and confidence." Hutuktu walked up the stairs, his momentum was restrained, his mind was full of thoughts, and he was full of high spirits.

At this time, he saw a man in a green robe and a woman in a yellow dress coming down from Shaolin, and he didn't care much and passed them by.

They were at peace with each other, and after walking a few more steps, Hutuktu suddenly had an idea and turned back to Jiang Zhi and smiled:

"I haven't been in the martial arts world for many years, but I didn't expect that Xijian Pavilion would produce such a talent. Is Zhou Taichong okay now?"