Say the Buddha's words, understand the Mahayana, the six realms of reincarnation, and do more good deeds to eliminate cause and effect.

Cut off the purity and clear the world, the Vajra's eyes are raging, and the demons are eliminated and the sentient beings are protected.

According to Bodhidharma, he killed his karma and saved trouble.

The great power of the dragon, protect me Zen.

The Zen staff is a dragon, seven feet and four inches, cast black iron, a Buddha soldier who saves the world, and the best in the world's defense. Those who do not have a perfect Zen heart cannot be used.

-----The Buddha Soldier Qiulong, the Supreme Twelve Weapons. Hidden Tower

The appearance of the old monk Yuanwu was very sudden.

It's also very cool.

He stepped on the broken floating bridge that had been affected by Ren Hao and Gao Xing's battle. The bridge was broken and flew out, with only the length of his arm and the thickness of his palm. Not to mention stepping across the river, ordinary people would not stand firmly even on the flat ground.

But the old monk stood very steadily, as if he was standing on the flat ground, his yellow monk's robe and red cassock robe were clattering in the wind, and his long beards and eyebrows were blown by the wind.

His expression was gentle, and his always bent waist stopped at this moment, making his body stand tall and straight.

It may be inappropriate to describe a monk using the immortal style and Taoist bones.

But at this time, in Shen Qiu's eyes, wherever the old monk Yuanwu went, the rippling river surface seemed to be suppressed by a heavy object, and it was quickly calmed down. It was really extraordinary, and it was also called the saying that the immortal style and Taoist bones were called.

"A reed crosses the river! This is the pure and unique skill of Nirvana Temple! Look! That old monk is really good!"

The crowd stood there for a while and someone shouted.

"Qiulong!"

Another man was older and recognized the identity of the old monk who had crossed the river. He shouted in disbelief:

"The Buddha's Staff Qiulong! That's Zen Master Yuanwu! After fifteen years, Qiulong is born again!"

Chen Qiu blinked his eyes, and he also noticed that the old monk who was always smiling and had a gentle face had an extra black Zen stick in his hand.

The ancient monuments on the stick are as if they have experienced years.

The Zen Staff is the style of a Buddhist soldier in Nirvana Temple.

But on the body of the stick, there was a cyan dragon with its teeth and claws engraved. The dragon head was above the Zen stick, roaring angrily, and its front paws dragged the nine-tin copper ring above the Zen stick.

It is adding a hint of domineering to this silent Buddhist soldier.

This domineering aura just happened to be in an extremely sharp contrast with the old monk who was hanging over his arms and crossing the river with a reed.

It was obviously an extremely domineering thing, but it was held in the hands of an old monk who had seen through the world, just like the violent domineering aura, which was completely resolved by the old monk's exquisite Buddhist teachings.

The man and his staff were matched together, without any abruptness, but instead had a very appropriate and gentleness.

It seems like this is what it should be.

"The supreme twelve weapons, Buddha's staff, dragon."

A name appeared in Shen Qiu's mind.

In the past few years, he has seen the supreme twelve weapons, the inhumane birds who pay phoenix spears, the crazy courage of the seven-star Yaoguang, the unparalleled power of the aura, and the vicious and domineering life.

Qiankun Kan Li, Yin and Yang are twins, mysterious and mysterious.

There is also a magic sword that is evil, absorbing blood and swallowing souls, and it is unpredictable.

Only the most secret Buddha stick Qiulong and poisonous soldiers, Ye Jinli, have never seen them, and there are very few legends about them in the world.

It is just that some people say that the Buddhist guardians live in the Qionglong Buddha's staff and the spirits of the eight tribes of heavenly dragons.

But these rumors are too miraculous and not many believe them.

The Buddha's soldier Qiulong has been stored in Nippon Temple. These monks are kind to others and rarely fight in the world. Zen Master Yuanwu is said to have never taken action since the battle in Luoyang in the tenth year of Zhengding.

So, in the end, the entire world has been in fifteen years and has never seen the power of the dragon.

Not to mention judging the destructive power and power of this Buddha soldier.

But judging from the fact that Monk Yuanwu has not used martial arts for fifteen years, he still occupies the fifth place on the heavenly list, the power of this Buddhist soldier must be quite amazing.

"The Qionglong Buddha Soldier is said to have sealed the remains of Canglong. If the Buddhist teachings are worse and cannot resolve the Canglong's anger, they will be injured by the treasure soldiers."

Although Lin Huiyin knew that Chen Qiu had two supreme twelve weapons, whether it was a hundred birds paying phoenix spear or a seven-star shaking light, these two weapons lacked some widely circulated magical stories.

It is not as "topic" as the Buddhist soldier Qiulong.

When Chen Qiu curled his lips when he heard what Lin Huiyin said, he said:

"You believe this, too?"

"Why don't you believe it?"

Lin Huiyin asked in surprise:

"You also saw the dragon roar and the illusion in front of you just now. It's not the Canglong, what's it?

And you see, Zen Master Yuanwu can suppress the riot river water with his Qiulong stick. This is the nature of Canglong to control water. Near rivers, lakes and seas, Qiulong can exert stronger power."

"This statement is too frivolous, I don't believe it."

Chen Qiu shook his head, and he looked at the scene where the good and evil sides gathered in the Yangtze River and fought hard, and he whispered:

"I would rather believe that it was Zen Master Yuanwu who used his true energy to suppress the waves of the river. I can accept the treasures that are spiritual, but I cannot accept the statement that the spirit of alien beasts is sealed in this treasure.

Too magical.”

Lin Huiyin also curled her lips. Just as she was about to refute, she heard a gentle voice beside her.

"What Ms. Lin said is true."

The mustard monk turned the Buddhist beads and walked to Chen Qiu's side. He looked at the battle on the river and said to Chen Qiu:

"The soul of the dragon in my Nirvana Temple is indeed attached to me.

But Chen Qiu said it right. For thousands of years, the dragon soul has disappeared from the Buddha's soldiers handed down by the ancestor Bodhidharma. What remains now is just a trace of spiritual charm.

When driven by the Great Powerful Heavenly Dragon Staff Technique, the spiritual charm in the Staff can be activated, greatly increasing the power of the Staff Technique.

And this Buddhist soldier is strong when he encounters water, and it is true, but it is not as magical as the rumors in the world. He can only determine the flow of water. Just now, the master suppressed the river and used some real energy."

At this moment, Chen Qiu and his companions gathered over and commented on the distant war situation. Lei Shiyin was small and could not see it, so she felt a little anxious.

Chen Qiu pushed Xiao Tie and said in his ear.

Xiao Tie hesitated, but was kicked by Chen Qiu again, and then walked to Lei Shiyin. Amid Lei Shiyin's screams, Xiao Tie picked up his wife who had not passed the door and let her sit on his shoulders.

This young man is born with magical power and strong muscles. He has grown a little taller in the past two years, and his shoulders are getting wider and wider. Lei Shiyin is also petite. She sits on the small iron shoulders and sits very steadily.

It was just this action that made Xiao Tie and Lei Shiyin blush.

In this way, Lei Shiyin could also see the battle situation on the other side of the Yangtze River. She did not learn martial arts and her eyesight was not as good as others. However, she could see it clearly with a Mohist mirror in her hand.

At this time, the north bank of the Yangtze River was really like a fight between gods.

The old monk Yuanwu is a real old man. Although in this era, there are unscientific things like martial arts. Breaking into the innate world and practicing the virtual and returning to the real world can indeed prolong life.

But it is hard to imagine that an old man in his seventies could still wave his heavy Buddha stick and dragon to compete with the two Heavenly List.

But that's the truth.

When he was not in martial arts, the old monk Yuanwu always looked weak and old, with his waist bent and his face full of wrinkles. He needed someone to support him when walking, except for his bright eyes that had insight into people's hearts.

He is no different from an ordinary old man.

But once the battle enters the battle, the old monk's temperament completely changes.

The heavy and tough Buddhist true energy escaped from the acupuncture points in his body, just like a heavy shield of 360 degrees, protecting every part of his body, and the true energy appeared like a yellow-gray color like the land.

The old monk Yuanwu was like he was rooted in the earth, and was blocking Ren Hao's violent bombardment with two Heavenly List mixed with cold air and sound blades.

The old monk held the Buddha's soldier Qionglong in his back hand, just like the starting style of the mustard seed monk using the Great Powerful Heavenly Dragon Staff, hanging behind him.

His eyes were still bright, maintaining this posture, looking at the various sound blades that were constantly blasting out from nearly five or six feet away from his eyes, and the cold blood and vengeful sword energy that was cut out with the bone knife in his hand and one by one.

The cold and cold brings the vast snow, and the north wind whistles, and the seven strings flow. The illusion of the moon-falling zither has an impact on other heavenly lists, but it only loses its effect on the old monk Yuanwu.

The so-called wonderful Buddhist teachings, red pink skeletons, and no matter how true the illusion is, it is meaningless to the mind tempered by Buddhism.

The sound blade sword energy brings up a strange scene, just like changing the sky and the earth, with a fierce and violent aura.

But these methods hit the old monk Yuanwu's protective qi shield, and he could only sway the true qi.

But it was completely impossible to break through this extremely tough Buddhist guard.

Nirvana Temple has a nickname in the world called "Iron Palate Turtle", which describes them as good at defense and extremely hard-working. They can often drag their opponents to restlessness and counterattack fiercely, turning defeat into victory.

But this statement only describes ordinary monks from Nirvana Temple.

If you have to describe a master of the realm of Monk Yuanwu, then you can only describe it as "Iron Palate Dragon Turtle".

The defense is extremely tough. The old man is old, but his true energy is still so heavy that it is terrifying and even despair. This old monk's title of "the best defense in the world" is not a false reputation.

It was Zhang Moye, who traveled around the world, who personally commented after visiting Nirvana Temple.

It is said that Zhang Moye held the magic sword in his hand, but it took a whole stick of incense to break through Monk Yuanwu's guard. This was when the old monk did not fight back.

What if he really fought back?
To be continued...