Lu Zhou's face was normal, and while stroking his beard, he felt puzzled: "Both losses are hurt? You are too arrogant to yourself."

This monk didn’t think about it?

If ordinary people gave this evaluation, the monks would have been furious and attacked with sticks, severely injured and expelled from the temple. However, the visitors were not good, and the masters who forced the twelve Vajras to retreat with their sound skills were difficult to deal with. There were not many monks in Xueyang Temple, but with these two karma fire, they became famous all over the world. In Datang, all sects were afraid of it.

This old man criticized the abbot in person, and the monks could only be angry in their hearts and dared not express it.

"Has the old donor mastered the karma fire?" Fahua asked tentatively.

Luzhou Ancient Well Wubo looked at the Fahua indifferently.

The Fahua also knew that this problem was a bit offensive, so he explained: "Since the old donor has mastered the karma fire, he knows the power of karma fire. If he is contaminated with karma fire, he will suffer from fire erosion and enters the eight extraordinary meridians and burns the qi sea of ​​dantian, he will suffer severe damage. The nine leaves without karma fire will be weak in the face of karma fire. I have to retreat to three places. I have practiced hard for more than 800 years and have achieved the red lotus karma fire..."

call.

The palms of the Fahua are spread out.

A red lotus is suspended in the palm of your hand.

The red flames slowly rose, like blood dyed red, dazzling red. The monks showed envy and awe. This was probably the foundation and confidence of the Xueyang Temple to stand still to this day.

This is the art of conversation. No matter how many truths you talk, you will eventually return to your fist. Throughout history, whether on earth or in foreign lands, if you want to deter the enemy and let them play under their own rules, you must show a big enough fist.

The five fingers are closed, and the red lotus karma fire disappears.

The Lotus Sutra showed a kind smile, and raised his palm meaningfully and said, "Amitabha..."

Luzhou asked disapprovingly:

"Who is better than you, who is weaker?"

The Fahua face did not change his expression and replied: "If the front is in conflict, I will be evenly matched with my junior brother Fakong. If I am roundabout and restrained, I will be slightly better than Fakong."

Lu Zhou nodded, looked directly at the Fahua, and said in a deep voice:

"If I can kill Fa Kong, I can kill you. Do you have one more life than him?"

“…”

In the Great Hall, there was no sound.

The monks' eyes widened and looked in disbelief.

The Lotus Sutra was incredible, and the rosary in his left hand stopped and stopped rotating.

"It was the old donor who killed Fakong?!" Fahua was shocked.

The monks stood up and stared at Luzhou as if they were facing a great enemy.

Luzhou's expression was as normal, without any obvious changes, but he was puzzled in his heart. He didn't seem to know much about Fakk's trip to Jinlian.

"Don't you know about Fa Kong?" Lu Zhou said calmly.

"Although I am abbot, I can't restrain Junior Brother Fakong... I only know that he is close to Tianwu Academy and claims to do something earth-shaking. What I didn't expect is that I will never return after going there."

When he finished speaking, Fahua suddenly stood up, his originally vicissitudes of life and decadent face was refreshed, and he asked:

"The old donor really comes from the Golden Lotus Realm?"

The monks set off.

Make a look that you want to beat at any time.

Luzhou still caressed his beard calmly, ignored it, and said, "When I came, I had already explained the purpose. What did I ask you, you just need to answer."

Next to the second pillar of the Great Hall, a fierce monk vibrated his robes and clapped his hands to attack.

"Today, the Buddha is here, and I can't save you-"

Red energy emerged from his body, his palms were like swords, and his body leaned forward forty-five degrees, reaching the door of Luzhou.

The monks were shocked.

Unexpectedly, the head of the Palm Zen Hall would suddenly attack.

There is no rule, no square or circle, and all the affairs, rules and etiquette of a temple are under the control of Huineng, the Zen Hall.

Luzhou always sat on the chair, still standing still.

Just as the palm knife was about to fall, Luzhou took action-

Buddhist Vajra Wheel Hand Seal!

Passing by.

It is casual and elegant like a fly passing by.

Bang!

The palm prints at such a close distance met each other, one gold and one red, and immediately collided.

Without any suspense, the first monk Huineng in the palm of the Zen Hall broke his red palm and flew backwards. Everyone exclaimed in surprise, but saw the palm print hitting forward against Huineng, and with a bang, it hit the second pillar of the Daxiong Hall.

Where to come from, where to go.

The pillars of the Daxiong Palace cracked and creaked. Even if the pillars were broken, they would not collapse easily.

Everyone stood there in a daze.

After a palm.

The Great Palace is full of silence.

Only when the strength is extremely different will such a gap be created.

The power of red palms to offset is pitifully small.

Huineng groaned, spit out blood, and fell from the pillar.

Only Luzhou, who was as if nothing had happened, stroking his beards and calmly...

Huineng Eight Leaves' cultivation level was in front of this old man, and he could not walk in one move.

...

The Fahua looked strong: "Golden Palm, Great Vajra Wheel Hand Seal?"

"sit."

Luzhou raised his hand.

It looks like a guest, but Luzhou is the only one who takes the initiative to visit.

The Lotus Sutra forced its fluctuating mood and sat down.

Luzhou said: "The Buddha's light shines everywhere and saves all living beings. Is this palm that I will save his life, will you be satisfied?"

"I'm brave enough to learn and learn."

The Fahua slapped the table.

The table was broken.

He rushed towards Luzhou straight and straight.

A red flame rose between the palm of your right hand.

Slap it with one palm.

Luzhou sat upright, stood still, and raised his hand to meet him.

Collision between the palms.

Bang!

The palm of the Lotus Sutra was blazing with red flames, but the palm of the Luzhou was nothing.

The monks were overjoyed.

No one dares not use Gangqi to resist the erosion of karma fire.

This palm that looked extremely ordinary was a powerful attack from Jiuye. No one dared to underestimate the three top leaders of the Twelve Vajras.

But the Lotus Sutra felt a faint chill coming from the palm of his palm.

A touch of blue flashed between his fingers, and a golden palm burst out.

Bang!

"Abbot!"

The Lotus Sutra flies back.

Flipped 180 degrees in the air and showed his palm again.

"Karma Fire Vajra Palm!"

Luzhou raised his palm again!

The palms collided again.

This time it is a competition of vitality.

The flames on the palms of the Fahua are getting stronger and stronger.
To be continued...