Jiumozhi was so frightened that he quickly changed his words, "Master Xuandu has not met any truly powerful warriors from the Liao Kingdom. This young monk's trip is to prove that this martial arts is not unique in the Central Plains, but rather in Liao, Xixia, Tubo, and Dali.

They are far better than the Central Plains, but the Central Plains deliberately turned a blind eye!"

As soon as he said these words, all the heroes in the Central Plains looked at him angrily, but they had nothing to say.

At this time, a young monk in gray clothes stood out from the crowd, walked forward slowly, and said: "The young monk thinks that what King Ming said is inappropriate. What King Ming used is clearly not Shaolin's unique skill, but he came to use it to suppress Shaolin. Isn't it inappropriate?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Little monk, who are you?" Jiumozhi did not take this little monk in gray seriously.

"Little Monk Xu Zhu." The young monk in gray clothes put his hands together and bowed and said.

Jiumozhi laughed loudly, "I am discussing martial arts with your ancestors. They are not opponents yet, so there is no room for you, a junior, to interrupt, so please step aside!"

"Amitabha, what King Ming said is wrong. The young monk originally thought that King Ming was an expert in Buddhism, but he didn't want to be limited by his view of seniority. Victory and defeat are empty, seniority is empty, everything is empty. The Buddha said that all living beings are equal, and King Ming has appearances.

Already."

Xu Zhu clasped his hands together and said slowly, "We Buddhists should study Buddhism and save the world. Martial arts is only for strengthening the body, it is a detail, and it does not mean that the kung fu used by the king is not the unique skill of the temple. Even if he is really defeated by the Ming King

If you have mastered martial arts, that's nothing special."

Seeing the clarity of what Xu Zhu said, everyone couldn't help but feel a bit like "that's how it should be".

Jiumozhi laughed and said: "So, the young master has learned the Buddha Dharma thoroughly?" Xu Zhu said: "The Buddha Dharma is boundless, how can it be said that he has learned it thoroughly?" Jiumozhi looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahaha, okay.

, I will argue with the little master about Buddhism!"

An hour later.

"Amitabha, is there anything that King Ming still doesn't understand?" Xu Zhu's face remained as usual, while Jiumozhi's face was ashen and he was sweating. He was also a great master of Buddhism and had a smart mind. However, Xu Zhu was confused by this discussion about Buddhism.

Just like a teacher instructing his disciples, he was completely crushed.

Xuanci breathed a sigh of relief and asked: "Xuzhu, you are diligent and studious in the temple, but the Buddhist teachings are so profound. I wonder who taught you?"

Xu Zhu bowed with his hands clasped together and said respectfully: "Master Abbot, when I went to the Sutra Collection Pavilion to borrow scriptures a few years ago, I was taught by an old monk from Sasu who was not yet in my generation. This senior taught the disciple two or three times.

Over the years, the young monk felt greatly rewarded."

Everyone was impressed, but the colleagues brought by the people from the sacred mountain had ugly expressions on their faces, thinking that an incompetent sweeping monk had such attainments in Buddhism, and that the name of Shaolin, the leader of Buddhism, was truly well-deserved.

At this moment, Jiumozhi heard a roar.
Chapter completed!