Chapter 2190: Keep silent and speak, the golden bell is broken

Author: Mr. Tai Su

Chapter 2190: Keep silent and speak, the golden bell is broken

Hou Xibai's ears were slightly raised, and he listened quietly to the sound of chanting. He realized that there was a lot of wisdom in it, and nodded secretly.

"These monks in Jing Nian Zen Temple recite sutras in one breath. The recitation of sutras is like exhaling. They are divided into two groups. One group finishes reciting, and the other group continues without interruption. If the flow of water continues, it is true that

It’s an excellent way to practice Qigong.”

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Three clear chime sounds came from the main hall where evening classes were held, and the chanting suddenly stopped.

The entire Zen temple was completely silent, with only the chirping of insects gradually filling the space between the hilltop and the temple. One after another, monks came out of the main hall behind the Copper Hall with palms clasped together.

More than 200 monks, old and young, lined up neatly in more than ten rows in the open space between Manjushri Bodhisattva and the bell tower, facing the Bodhisattva's niche. Although there were many people, they did not hear any sound, and even the sound of breathing was very subtle.

The leader is a tall and burly monk wearing a blue monk's robe. There are three other monks like him wearing blue monk's robes, with different shapes and four corners separated from him. They are the monks of Jing Nian Zen Monastery.

The Four Great Dharma Protectors.

"boom!"

The sound of opening the door of the Bronze Palace is different from that of different palace doors. It is deeper and has a heavy sense of power. Two heavy bronze doors one foot high automatically opened without wind, revealing the dark space inside.

All the monks announced the Buddha's name together, and a tall and handsome monk walked leisurely out of the copper hall and stood at the top of the white stone steps leading up to the hall. The monks, led by the four Vajras, joined in salute.

Master Kong, a Zen master who specializes in closed-mouth meditation, is not only an old monk with a sad face, but he is also so young and handsome that he could not be more than forty years old if he looked horizontally or vertically.

How to prove the practice of shut-mouth meditation? The so-called shut-up means reducing the karma of speaking, eliminating sins and avoiding disasters, and reducing one's own sins. It is said that the world is destined to be human, and if a person is speechless, how can he commit sins? It is said that opening one's mouth is a sin, and keeping one's mouth closed is one's own sin.

Only when your body opens your mouth to the extreme and your mind has enlightenment can you practice closed-mouth meditation. Only by closing your mouth can you achieve great results.

"The mouth is the door to the heart." When the mouth is closed, the heart becomes silent. When this place is quiet, all things are beautiful; when the mouth is closed, all sounds are victorious; when the heart is closed, everything is lovely.

Monk Liao Kong has been practicing closed-mouth meditation for more than thirty years, but he has great wisdom and perseverance. His state of mind has reached an unfathomable and mysterious state. His cultivation is advanced and his strength is powerful. Even if he is not as good as the great master, he is only on the front line.

Well, his combat power is definitely not inferior to that of Shi Zhixuan today.

Monk Lokong is wearing a yellow inner robe and a brown jacket. He has a slender figure and a straight nose, which makes him look very individual. The curve of his upper lip and the slightly upturned lower lip further accentuate his appearance.

Some kind of indescribable charm is embedded in his slender face, which is both very beautiful and leisurely.

He has a generous lower collar and a beautiful face with an unearthly aura. His expression is neither weak nor domineering, but makes people look comfortable and natural. The most unforgettable thing about him is his look.

Eyes that are profound and unfathomable can make anyone have a heart that is both unpredictable and daring to underestimate.

Monk Lokong stands at the top of the white stone steps, like a crane standing among a flock of chickens. He is detached from the world, handsome and elegant, like a holy monk with a solemn appearance.

Hou Xibai looked at the extremely attractive Monk Liao Kong and could not help but curl his lips and mutter.

"It's really just for show. I just couldn't withstand the influence of He Shibi's supernatural power. Something went wrong in my practice. To actually engage in such a big battle. I want to intimidate the masters of various factions who are hiding in secret. It's really a wishful thinking.

.”

At this time, Hou Xibai looked around, feeling the Qi that was secretly preparing to go out, and understood that these people had sensed the aura of He's Bi in the Copper Palace, and they couldn't hold it back any longer.

"boom!"

A loud explosion sounded, and a rock with a radius of one foot was blasted out of the darkness, hitting the two hundred monks in the Jing Nian Monastery. Dozens of figures burst out at the same time, rushing out from the shadowed corner.

The horn of charge was launched in the direction of the Copper Palace.

Seeing this, Hou Xibai chuckled, stretched out his hand and took out a lifelike human skin mask, put it on his face, and his appearance changed drastically, turning into a tall and strong man with a majestic appearance and heroic spirit. He smiled loudly and shocked the world.

The void suppressed the explosive sound of the rocks, and at first glance, it was the Yanzhao Elegy Man who stepped out from the corner.

With one step, the distance was four to five feet, shrinking to an inch, leaving footprints an inch deep on the White Stone Square, lifelike, with the patterns on the soles clearly visible, terrifying and heroic.

Monk Liao Kong's expression was solemn, with a bit more caution in his deep and unfathomable eyes. He held a bronze Buddha bead in his right hand, exploded with internal energy, flicked his finger, and made a roaring sound. The Buddha bead hit the rock.

"Bang!"

The rocks shattered into pieces the size of a fist and fell from the air. Two hundred monks, led by the four Vajras, let out a loud roar at the same time.

"How can you, the pure land of Buddhism, allow you to act so arrogantly?"

Two hundred warrior monks and four Vajras shook the heaven and earth with their Sanskrit sounds, which were frightening. They took action at the same time and smashed the fist-sized rocks into pieces, turning them into powder. They scattered them and stepped on them together to form a shocking formation.

, mysterious and unpredictable, with endless secrets, invisible and yet

Heavy pressure spread throughout the White Stone Square. This was the Arhat Formation. The dozens of figures who rushed out all froze, their expressions wavering. Apparently they were weighing the pros and cons and were not willing to be the first to rush into the formation.

He became the first person and was beaten on the head by the four Vajras and two hundred warrior monks.

Only one person took one step without stopping, and the White Stone Square shook endlessly, like an earth dragon turning over. He was bold and heroic, with a terrifying momentum. He laughed loudly and rushed straight into the formation. When everyone saw this, they followed closely.

, broke into the big formation together.

As soon as Hou Xibai broke into the Arhat Formation, several monks attacked with fists waving. Their fists were strong and their aura was domineering. It was obvious that they were blessed by the Arhat Formation and could unleash a power comparable to that of a Grandmaster.

Hou Xibai's eyes were firm and his pride was undiminished. He punched out with both fists in a head-on collision. The roaring sound shook the eardrums and made people feel a burst of pain.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The afterimages of Hou Xibai's fists were densely covered, like an Arhat with a thousand hands, knocking back the fists attacking from all directions one by one. The monks were repelled one by one, and without any pause, they walked firmly towards the direction of the Copper Palace.

Walk without hesitation.

The dozens of figures who broke in behind are not unknown people. They include magic sect masters, rebel leaders, ambitious lords, and wanderers. Many of them are innate masters with strong strength and profound cultivation. Let's fight together.

Entering the Arhat formation, the formation was shaken to the point of collapse and was about to disintegrate.

The four Vajras finally took action. The leader of the four Dharma protectors, Monk Buhai, waved the demon-conquering pestle in his hand and hit Hou Xibai head-on. It was as if Wei Tuo was still alive and the Arhat descended to earth. He was so powerful that the air in his back was blown away.

The strong wind exploded, making Hou Xi's white clothes rustle and his black hair fluttering, adding to his heroic spirit.

Hou Xibai was just like the tragic man of Yan and Zhao, firm and heroic, never retreating, moving forward indomitably, with amazing momentum and even greater arrogance. He raised his fist and struck at the cold metal pestle.

The fight between flesh and blood and metal weapons is like an egg against a stone - it is foolish to overestimate one's ability and hit an egg against a stone.

But what is surprising is that Hou Xibai's fist was like an indestructible diamond, and he hit the demon-conquering pestle hard. There was no blood splashing, and there was no sound of broken bones. It was like gold and iron clashing, and the sound of "Dang" was heard.

Vibrating sound.

The Demon-Conquering Pestle was knocked back by Hou Xibai's fist, and was raised high, already bent into a semicircle. Monk Buhu's eyes were wide open, with a look of disbelief on his face, and his mouth was open but he forgot to close it.

"Tick tock! Tick tock!"

Drops of red blood fell on the white ground. Monk Buhao's account was shattered, and the blood flowed out along the palm of his hand, which was extremely bright.

Hou Xibai's eyes were full of pride, and no one could stop him. He kept walking and passed by the monk. He didn't pay attention to the lost monk. He continued to move forward, rushed out of the Arhat formation, and stepped onto the white stone stairs.

, looked sharply at Monk Kukong standing at the top.

Hou Xibai raised his head and screamed wildly, strode out, crossed all the stairs in one step, and came to the eyes of Monk Kong. He was not polite and punched him in the head.

The air waves rolled, and circles of white air waves were visible to the naked eye. The monk's robe was pressed tightly to his body by the wind, making a hunting sound.

Monk Liao Kong's expression was solemn, and there was a heavy pressure in the air. A heavy and powerful aura rose up on Monk Kong. He raised his arm and slowly struck out with a palm. The true energy surged, extremely strong, with all his strength.

With one blow, the air was stagnant, the space was frozen, and he faced Hou Xibai's fist.

Hou Xibai smiled casually, and three points of force were added to his fist, forming a shadow, and the true energy surrounding his fist turned into a physical entity. The image of a fierce tiger was clearly visible, with a bloody mouth open, the Gengjin energy gathered, and there was a loud sound.

The sky roared, murderous intent filled the entire world, and it was cold and awe-inspiring.

Everyone heard the roar of the tiger, and their movements stopped involuntarily. They all looked up at the top of the white stone steps, feeling inexplicably horrified.

Monk Lokong's expression changed slightly. The closed-mouthed chant he had practiced for more than thirty years finally broke. He opened and closed his lips and made a buzzing sound like a bell.

"Duh!"

"when!"

Circles of sound waves spread in all directions, causing the centuries-old copper bell on the top of the Jing Nian Temple to resonate. The ringing of the bell resounded throughout Luoyang City and was heard by all living beings.

Monk Liao Kong's cultivation of nearly a hundred years exploded, his true energy was fierce and powerful, and the Seal of Ten Thousand Buddhas appeared in his palm. The golden light was shining, spinning endlessly, and it faced Hou Xibai's fist.

"boom!"

The air waves rolled, like a tenth-level wind blowing, the clothes rustled, and the light and shadow were bright. The tiger pounced out and swallowed the golden Seal of Ten Thousand Buddhas into its belly. It was so powerful that the hair on the tiger's body was clearly visible in the strong wind.

In the middle, it was like a wave that undulated and hit Monk Kong directly.

Monk Liaokong's expression changed dramatically, his whole body's true energy surged, golden light flourished, and his body-protecting energy turned into a golden bell, eight or nine feet high, with countless golden characters flashing on it, forming an Arhat.

Like, King Kong is indestructible and indestructible.

The tiger collided with the golden light bell, causing ripples and endless vibrations. It made a thick and dull sound of bells, echoing in the White Stone Square. This bell sound was the most powerful sound attack technique, which made

Countless people covered their ears and looked in pain.

After all, the tiger was unable to break through this golden bell of light, and turned into feathers of light that dissipated in the air, extremely light and brilliant.

Hou Xibai's expression remained unchanged, his face remained heroic, and his body moved like the ancestral witch Gonggong in myths and legends. He was fierce and invincible and slammed into Monk Kong's golden clock. The skin hidden under his clothes emerged.

The shining light came out, warm and soft, like the legendary glass body.

"Bang!"

The golden bell shattered, and a low groan came out of Monk Kong's mouth. A blush appeared on the young and handsome face, and his deep eyes were filled with horror. His body was knocked away, leaving the way to the copper
To be continued...