Chapter 970 The Wheel of the Three-Generation Ming King

It is September, which belongs to the third autumn. The mountains are red and the sky is high and the air is refreshing. It is a rare travel season.

Shaolin is the leader in martial arts in the world, and it is also a Buddhist Zen sect. It does not take the entire mountain range as its own, and prohibits firewood workers, hunters and herb collectors from entering and exiting. Therefore, there are often strong people in the back of the mountain capturing poisonous substances and practicing martial arts. There are also tourists on the front mountain from time to time. It is not until we pass the mid-mountain pavilion and approach the main courtyard that there are deacon monks patrolling and refusing to let other people go any further.

At this time, there was still some distance from the mid-mountain pavilion. Hutuktu heard the sound of birds chirping in his ears. When he raised his eyes, he could see the white mist in the valley, the evergreen trees, the large tracts of red maple leaves, and the white mist beside him. Tourists come or return from time to time, everything is so leisurely, and the true beauty is reflected in the ordinary, so that he, who has the title of "Living Buddha", can't help but wander around, sighing at the meaning of impermanence, and enjoying the rare purity of the world. , comfortable and peaceful.

This feeling made him calm down, just like an ordinary old monk, like a tourist everywhere, ordinary, peaceful, contented, without any sense of Dharmakaya, so that no one recognized or discovered the man who was number one on the heavenly list in the past. "Living Buddha" Hutuktu came to Shaolin.

At this moment, in this state, Hutuktu finally had a sense of mellowness and perfection. This was a sense of internal and external clarity that forty years of retreat and healing could not give him. The opportunity seemed to be looming, An epiphany seems possible at any moment!

Step by step, Hutuktu's body and mind slowly improved. He was no different from a tourist. He could already foresee that he would reach the peak of perfection when he arrived at the main gate of Shaolin. For the lineage of esoteric Buddhism that emphasizes psychic powers, it is no longer possible. There is no better realization than this.

Because of this, when he met him on the way, he didn't pay much attention to the man in green robe with gray temples and the sword-wielding woman in goose-yellow dress. Apart from the Buddhist spirit, the former also looked ordinary, just like the one he met just now. Most of the tourists, and although the woman holding the sword is restrained and fierce, she is considered a rare strong person in the world, but in her own eyes, she is also someone who does not need to pay attention.

In this way, with a high spirit, he expected that the victories against old "friends" and new "friends" would accumulate the confidence and momentum to overcome the barriers, and he "carelessly" passed them by, and the other party seemed to also No "living Buddha" was found passing by them.

Things have been so perfect until this moment, peaceful and peaceful, there are no accidents, everything is developing as expected, and the light of the future shines into the soul.

However, at this time, Hutuktu made a decision that affected the general trend of the world and completely reversed the trajectory of his expected life.

There was once a wonderful development in front of him, but he did not cherish it. Only when he lost it did he understand the importance of choice and the need to think carefully and carefully, even if the choice seemed so trivial at the time.

After passing the man and woman peacefully, Hutuktu took a few steps, and suddenly his heart moved, and he recognized which sect the special sharpness in the breath of the sword-holding woman belonged to.

Xijian Pavilion? Do you want to say hello? This trivial choice appeared in his mind.

This matter is insignificant and cannot be compared with the importance of challenging Kongwen. There is no need to say hello.

Anyway, it's just a trivial matter. It happens to be someone related to an old friend. How can I not say hello and walk at night in brocade clothes? Moreover, in my current state, it is best to do what I think and do it, so as not to disturb my state of mind and destroy my complete and harmonious state.

Two thoughts flashed at the same time, and Hutuktu made an instant choice to say hello to the Half-Step Dharma Body of Xijiang Pavilion. As for the man in green robe beside her, it was insignificant.

He turned around, looked at Jiang Zhiwei with a smile and said:

"I haven't been in the world for many years, but I didn't expect such a talent to come out of Xijiang Pavilion. How is Zhou Taichong now?"

Jiang Zhiwei and Meng Qi stopped and turned to look at this tall and thin old monk who was dressed like an ordinary Buddhist monk beyond the Great Wall. They didn't notice it when they didn't pay any attention just now. But now they looked again and found that there was a light gold hidden under his dark skin. , his eyes were as green as glass, and he had a strange charm that did not belong to the human world or reality. Compared with the Dharma-tall people he had seen, he seemed to be even more ordinary.

Dharmakaya? Buddhism beyond the Great Wall? Jiang Zhiwei glanced at Meng Qi thoughtfully, and saw him looking at him with a smile and admiration, so she asked seriously: "But the living Buddha Hutuktu?"

"It's the old man." Hutuktu nodded slightly, "You are already half-stepping into the Dharmakaya at such a young age, and the Xijian Pavilion has brought out good talents. Although the old man has been in seclusion for many years, his disciples often tell him about the affairs of the world. Why do you come from this place? Never heard of a person like you?"

His tone was calm, without any air of superiority that was both good and evil.

"It turns out to be Khutuktu. No wonder I didn't notice how extraordinary he was just now when he was immersed in the mysterious realm and completely restrained his momentum." Meng Qi sighed with emotion during the sound transmission.

Jiang Zhiwei nodded and replied: "He is the previous sect leader of the Secret Buddhism. I fought with his disciple Chakravartin. Their lineage focuses on spiritual power and spiritual tempering. By practicing the "Three Worlds of Ming Wang Jue", the martial arts is closer to supernatural powers. , can pull people directly into the spiritual world to fight, and experience all kinds of horrors. If you are not careful, you will get lost and completely sink into 'hell'..."

She told Meng Qi all about her experience in the fight, but did not answer Hutuktu's questions because she knew Meng Qi would speak.

Meng Qi looked at Hutuktu with a smile and cupped his hands: "It turns out that he is a living Buddha. I wonder why he came to Shaolin?"

His breath slowly spreads out, like an eye of the sea, a place of chaos that can endlessly thin the sea water or breed all things.

Hutuktu's eyes, which were as blue as glass, shone, and his attention was completely diverted from Jiang Zhiwei.

It turned out to be a Dharmakaya!

He just casually greeted the disciples of Xijian Pavilion and encountered a Dharmakaya!

And it was a Dharmakaya that he didn't know at all!

As for Banbu, he thought that he might not pay much attention to it because he was in seclusion to heal his injuries, so it was normal that he didn't know him, but how many Dharmakayas were there? Each one was a force that could influence the situation in the world, how could he ignore it?

"I wonder who the donor is?" Hutuktu took the initiative to push up his round and perfect state.

His spiritual premonition told him that this was a very scary enemy, who should be stronger than Kongwen.

Meng Qi didn't answer, but smiled and said: "The Living Buddha is hostile to the Central Plains, and he came to Shaolin for no reason. Are you going to challenge Abbot Kongwen?"

"That's right." Hutuktu answered frankly, this was the confidence accumulated from being the first on the Heavenly Ranking for many years.

Meng Qi's hands naturally drooped, his skin was white, like a warm jade sculpture, his eyes seemed to contain thunder, and he looked at Hutuktu's strange pupils like blue glass, and smiled slightly: "In this case, why don't I fight with the Living Buddha on behalf of Abbot Kongwen?"

"Okay!" Hutuktu did not show any weakness, full of confidence.

Although he had a premonition that the other party was very strong and terrifying, his "Three Worlds of Mingwang Jue" had also broken through the shackles and was completely perfected, and he was expected to achieve the status of Bodhisattva. His cultivation and means were increasingly beyond normal imagination, and he needed a powerful enemy to stimulate all his power!

In his hand, there was a black wheel painted with strange patterns and inlaid with the seven treasures of Buddhism. Holding it in his hand, it was as if he was holding a big sun.

The world suddenly changed, the beautiful mountains around Meng Qi disappeared, and the Shaolin Temple in his senses also disappeared.

Hutuktu stood in the air, revealing the "Golden Body of the Three-World Vidyaraja". He had three faces and eight arms, and his whole body was green. There was an invisible fire burning in his body. His palms were in different seals, and there was a strange and deep feeling in the solemnity and holiness.

"The Wheel of the Three-World Vidyaraja." Hutuktu said in a grand voice, introducing the magic weapon in his hand.

The "Jiang" in the Golden Body of the Three-World Vidyaraja does not mean to descend, but to subdue. It means that it can subdue the greed, anger, and resentment of the past, present, and future lives. It is the best at the power of the mind and spirit. It is the incarnation of the Vidyaraja of the Eastern Akshobhya Tathagata, just like the Acala Vidyaraja is the incarnation of the Vidyaraja of the Vairocana Tathagata. It is said that it happens to restrain each other with the Lord of Freedom. Therefore, many statues of the Three-World Vidyaraja will place things that symbolize the Lord of Freedom at the feet of them.

Because of this, the Great Free Emperor is a fantasy shining into reality, while the Three-era Vidyaraja pulls people directly into fantasy and into the spiritual world. Such a battle is really mysterious and unpredictable. Sometimes the victory or defeat is only related to one's own spiritual cultivation, and has nothing to do with the actual realm!

At this moment, Meng Qi has been pulled into his spiritual and mental world by Hutuktu with the help of the Three-era Vidyaraja Wheel!

Here, Hutuktu is the master. Within a certain range, whatever you think will appear!

I originally wanted to finish writing this chapter of the battle, but there are still one or two thousand words of content, which will delay until eight o'clock to update, so I'd better update it first and continue tomorrow.