Mr. Ma's chest was fluctuating, obviously not calm, and he said coldly: "I broke my arm and sent it to Daleiyin Temple to return the magical powers of Daleiyin Temple. Why do you still chase me and let my wife and children be separated? Since I insist on dying, why can't I spread the magical powers of Daleiyin Temple?"

The old monk shook his head and said, "Junior brother, one arm does not represent all the magical powers."

Mr. Ma chuckled: "Do not all my magical powers come from the Great Leiyin Temple. Do you want to destroy other magical powers on me? I was born from the Great Leiyin Temple, but I used my own hands to beat them out. At that time, you didn't dare to stop me. When I had a wife and children, you came to the door again. For the safety of my wife and children, I was willing to cut off my arm and return the magical powers of your Great Leiyin Temple!"

His face was gloomy: "What? You chase me, let my wife and children be separated, and the family be destroyed!"

The old monk raised his eyebrows: "Rules are rules, but if they change them, they are not rules. If they are indifferent to practice, they are disturbed by the world. Junior brother, in fact, we are not trying to kill you, but to save you from the sea of ​​suffering in the world and return to the Great Leiyin Temple to practice again to achieve the right result. If you did not move your ordinary heart and cast out the Great Leiyin Temple, then the seat of Tathagata in Daleiyin Temple is yours. If you were willing to follow me back to the temple, the old Tathagata would definitely be very pleased. The position of Tathagata is still yours." (Note from the Pig of the Path: The Tathagata's folk saying refers to Sakyamuni, but the Buddhist professional saying is that Tathagata refers to Buddha. As long as it is Buddha, they are all Tathagata. The Buddhist scriptures say that it is true, so it is called Tathagata, which refers to the realm of Buddha.)

"go back?"

Ma Ye said mutely: "I came out back then. If I want to go back, I will naturally have to go back!"

The old monk's face darkened and sighed, "Tathagata will be very disappointed. Is this young man on this stage your disciple? You taught him the eight styles of thunder sound, but you did not teach me the mind method of the Great Leiyin Temple and the Tathagata Mahayana Sutra."

He looked at Qin Mu, who was fighting with a young man in the ring, and said, "The Tathagata Mahayana Sutra is the method of subduing demons. Without practicing this mental method, no matter how strong the eight styles of thunder sound are, it is obvious. Today I brought my disciples to come and see my uncle!"

Behind him, a tall and thin young monk stepped forward, hung Buddhist beads in his hands, and bowed together: "Uncle Master."

The old monk's white eyebrows fluttered and said, "Mingxin is also a warrior in the spiritual fetus realm. My Zen stick is here, will my junior brother bet?"

Grandma Si raised her eyebrows and was about to speak, but Ma said with no expression: "The rules and regulations are bullshit. I bet with you, how much is my head more than your gap in the Luo Zen Staff?"

The old monk nodded and said, "The weight is almost the same."

The blind man, Grandma Si, Pharmacist and others frowned. Just as he was about to dissuade him, Ma said decisively: "If Mu'er loses, you take my first step back to Daleiyin Temple to meet Tathagata. If Mu'er wins, leave the Zen stick and get as far as you go."

"Good."

The old monk said to the young monk Mingxin: "Today, my master is going to take back the magical powers of the Great Leiyin Temple from the rebels. If you win, it will be your merit."

He said yes and walked towards the ring.

On the ring, the young man who was competing with Qin Mu was a master of swordsmanship. He followed the path of Senior Brother Qu among the Five Lijiang Sons. His sword was no more than three feet away from his body. Unlike Senior Brother Qu, his sword was not big, but more like a dagger, eight inches long and small, but more dangerous!

This small sword would occasionally pierce out from strange places, such as under the armpits and crotch, and would drill into his clothes, and drill out from his sleeves when Qin Mu fought against him!

With his energy to control swords, his sword control skills are so skillful that he is no less inferior to Lijiang disciple Qianqiu, and he is much better than Senior Brother Qu.

Moreover, this person actually has a brilliant attainment in combat skills. His palm technique is very profound, and his momentum is like a towering mountain. When the strength of his palm is exhaled, mountain patterns suddenly appear from his palm.

However, the winner and defeat on the ring are clear at this moment. Qin Mu's great moves are powerful and his footwork is fast. The young man suffered a great loss when he fought against him for the first time. Qin Mu's vigorous vitality directly crushed his energy!

Qin Mu used the Nine Dragons to control the wind and thunder. Although the nine-level power only exploded in the third level, it had already injured his lungs. Although his swordsmanship was exquisite, his defeat was decided.

Qin Mu ran in a messy way, like thousands of chaotic snakes wandering among the grass, sometimes east and west, sometimes front and sometimes back, making the young man unable to see where his attack came from. The next moment, his heart aches and was knocked away by Qin Mu with a palm.

The young man fell to the ground, stunned, bowed to Qin Mu on the ring and thanked him: "Thank you, my brother, for showing mercy."

Although Qin Mu's palm was printed on his back just now, it was very powerful, but it was not strong and did not hurt his heart and lungs. Otherwise, with Qin Mu's strength, he would definitely be able to smash his internal organs to pieces!

"Young brother, do you want to rest?" Mingyue stood there quietly waiting. After Qin Mu defeated the young man, he asked.

Qin Mu's eyes fell on him. The monk was young and wore a white black robe, without any dust. Even the shoes under his feet were white and very white. Although he shaved his hair, he still looked very handsome, making people feel good.

He was about to answer no, but suddenly Grandma Si's voice came: "Rest, you must rest!"

Qin Mu didn't understand the meaning, so he sat down and rested and adjusted his breath as Grandma Si said. His "Three Pills of the Body of the Body" is suitable for practicing while running. Although he has fought against more than a dozen warriors, his vitality has not been consumed much and is still at its peak, but his body is a little tired.

Grandma Si brought a glass of water to the ring and brought it to Qin Mu, whispering: "Mu'er, no matter what method you use, you must win this time and never lose! Your Grandpa Ma and the old thief bald bet, and he bet his life!"

Qin Mu's heart thumped and he quickly looked at Mr. Ma. Mr. Ma's face was calm and his voice came: "Mu'er, you will never lose if you are unparalleled! I believe you."

Despite this, Qin Mu was still a little panicked. Although the people in the village were all his relatives, the one he was closest to was Ma Ye. Ma Ye was carrying a stone statue on his arm and walked out of the village with Grandma Si, picking him up from the riverside and saving his life!

If he loses, wouldn’t it be a life of Ma Ye?

At this time, the pharmacist also frowned. Master Ma believed that Qin Mu was an unparalleled body and had confidence in Qin Mu, but Qin Mu was not a domineering body after all.

Now he regretted that he had to help the village chief hide that kind-hearted lie. If he had told them the truth earlier, Mr. Ma would not have bet his life.

It was precisely because of his trust in Qin Mu that Ma Ge bet on his life with the old monk!

Suddenly, the pharmacist's eyes showed fierce light: "If Mu'er is defeated, then kill the old bald donkey and the little bald donkey. You can't let Mr. Ma die!"

On the ring, Qin Mu was eager to calm his mind, but it only involved the life of his closest person. How could this heart be settled?

The mute gestured, and a few ah, the blind man said slowly with his crutches: "Don't remind him that this temple fair is a test. Once he passes, he will grow up. If he can't get through, he will still be a child."

After a while, Qin Mu slowly stood up, looked at the tall and thin little monk opposite him, and said slowly: "Monk, do you have a Buddha in your heart?"

Mingxin clasped his hands together and said solemnly: "I Buddha is always in my heart."

call--

Qin Mu vomited a breath of turbid air, and the vitality in his body became domineering and intense, and a lawless aura gushed out of his small body.

"I!"

He took a step forward, and the momentum that surged from his small body even gave people a sense of excitement that was as strong as a god, and his voice was deafening: "There is no god in his heart, no Buddha, no demon! I am a god, a Buddha, and a demon!"

As soon as this said, the old monk sitting opposite Mr. Ma showed a shocked look and turned to look at Qin Mu!
Chapter completed!