The Arhat Fist that was agreed, how did it become the palm of the Tathagata?

He is the opposite of Xuanji.

As the head of the Zhike Academy, he knows all kinds of people and the world, and how to deal with all kinds of people.

Jiu Boluo shook his head and said: "The meridians are blocked, but he can still practice such lightness kung fu and stick skills, he can be called a world-class genius." "The master is too famous." Xuankong laughed.

Kubala didn't say much, his disciple was defeated, and he couldn't completely save face by talking too much.

A group of people came to Damo's wall cave again.

"Let's go in tomorrow." Jiu Boluo said slowly.

"Okay." Xuan Ji nodded.

Shamokong stared at the opening of the hole facing the wall, complex colors flashed in his eyes.

That's it, lost.

He never thought he would lose.When defeat comes...

All kinds of flavors are extremely complicated and unacceptable.

In the depths of the hole facing the wall, next to the scorching stove.

Thinking back to the battle just now, Xiao Xun couldn't help but smile, feeling quite complacent.

"With that little strength, I dare to challenge Shaolin, tsk tsk tsk, even a little monk with my meridians can't beat me..." Xiao Xun was delighted, feeling that the flames that appeared in the burning furnace in front of him from time to time seemed to be happy beat.

Xuanzheng, who was sitting cross-legged opposite the Yanyan stove, could clearly feel the expression on Xiao Xun's face, and a little curiosity arose in his heart.

What's going on outside?

Why did you ask Huiwu to go out?

Xuanji and Xuanku seem to have come just now...

Thinking about it, Xuanzheng felt a little melancholy.

No matter what happens outside, it has nothing to do with me in the future.

Shaking his head, Xuanzheng calmed down and meditated.

At night, the Bodhi Court.

Xuanji and Xuankong came here, and told the story of the arrival of Kupala to several old monks of Duzi generation here.

Later…

"You must not have the intention to harm others, and you must have the intention to guard against others." Xuankong said softly, "Kubara comes from the desert tantric sect, and his strength is unpredictable. We have limited knowledge of him, so we have to guard against it."

"Are you worried that he might destroy the phantom of Patriarch Bodhidharma?" asked the old monk of Yidu generation.

Xuankong said: "This possibility cannot be ruled out."

After these old monks discussed in low voices...

An old monk said: "Recently, Junior Brother Du'e is in a state of mind that is difficult to settle, and he often goes into a state of madness. Let him go to the cave facing the wall for a few days to cleanse and practice."

"..."

In a Buddhist temple in Zhikeyuan.

Kupala and Samakon live here temporarily.

"Master, this disciple has disappointed you." Sha Mokong knelt on the ground, clenched his fists.

Kupala stood in front of the window and said, "It's not your fault."

"But the disciple lost!" Sha Mokong gritted his teeth.

After losing, the more I think about it, the more angry I become, even desperate.

"You are the Buddhist son chosen by the old monk, and you will not lose to anyone." Jiu Boluo whispered, a cold look flashed in his eyes.

Sha Mokong was taken aback, and said in a muffled voice: "The disciple has already lost!"

Kubala said: "Remember this failure, and there will be no second time in the future."

"The disciple can't forget." Shamokong said.

Jiu Boluo said: "Tomorrow, the old monk will enter the cave facing the wall. If there is no accident, he will stay there for three months."

"The disciple is with the master." Sha Mokong said repeatedly, thinking that Huiwu was inside, his eyes showed fighting intent.

Jiu Bo Luo shook his head and said: "You stay in Shaolin, go to the Tongren Lane, and after you go through, go to Lanke Temple and wait for me."

"Bronze Man Lane..." Samokon whispered.

"..."

The night is getting darker.

Bodhidharma faced the hole in the wall. . . . . . . …ask for flowers. . . . . .

Xiao Xun was practicing when he suddenly sensed a figure walking in.

An old monk in gray clothes was extremely tall.

After the grey-clothed old monk came in, he sat cross-legged directly opposite Damo Xuying, his breath as quiet as an ancient tree. "It feels so strong." Xiao Xunzuo muttered.

After secretly perceiving for a while, seeing that the other party was really like an ancient tree, Xiao Xun didn't pay special attention any more, and focused on his own cultivation.

The next day, early in the morning.

Xuanji, Xuankong, Jiubhara, and Shamokong came to the outside of the cave where Bodhidharma faced the wall again.

Xuanku walked out of Chuzu Zhai immediately.

"Master Jiubhara wants to observe the image of Patriarch Bodhidharma in the cave facing the wall." Xuankong said simply.

"Three months." Kumbala said.

Xuan Ku glanced at Xuan Ji.

"Yes." Xuan Ji nodded.

Jiubrao glanced at Samokong, and said: "I hope the abbot will allow me to let this disciple, this old man, go to Tongren Lane once." Xuanji said: "Yes."

"Thank you, old man." Kupala clasped his hands together, and made a Buddha ceremony to Xuan Ji, Xuan Kong, Xuan Ku and others, then turned around and walked into the wall hole facing Bodhidharma.

Bodhidharma faces inside the wall cave.

Xiao Xun secretly sensed everything inside and outside the cave, feeling a little puzzled.

Is a hole in the wall a good place?

Why does it feel like everyone wants to come when I come in.

Finding Jiupo Luopan sitting in front of Bodhidharma phantom, Xiao Xun vaguely understood why the old monk came in last night.

Watch, or guard against.

"It has nothing to do with me."

Xiao Xun secretly said.

He thought that after he had practiced in Yanyan Furnace, Ice Bed, Gangfengkou and other places, if Master Xuanku's uncle hadn't arranged to return to secular life, then he would take the initiative to go out to find Xuanku.

The small goal that Xiao Xun set for himself is: return to secular life and leave the temple before the end of the year.

Xuanzheng glanced at Jiubara, and had a vague guess in his heart.

"Want to take pictures on the stone wall like Master Bodhidharma?"

Xuanzheng thought about it, thinking a lot at once.

In the past, monks from other temples also came up with this idea.

As long as you can take a picture in the cave facing the wall, you can make any request to Shaolin.

this means…

Once you can leave images here, even if you want to get the two Tathagata palms that Shaolin collects, you can get them!

Since the establishment of Shaolin, how many wizards have there been in the world?

However, in the cave facing the wall, there is only the shadow of Patriarch Bodhidharma.

Kubala looked at the stone wall in front of him, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"Is there a shadow of your soul?"

Kupala secretly said.

There is an incomplete secret record in Tantric Buddhism, which records an ancient method... a secret method about the cultivation of the soul.

According to the secret records...

The spirit is full and overflowing, if it is not controlled and lives in one place for a long time, it will leave an afterimage of the spirit in the place where it lives.

Just like a drop of water penetrates a stone, a drop of water drips on one part of a stone for many years, and after a long period of time, traces of water droplets will be left on the stone.

If a person has been standing somewhere, he will also leave footprints in the ground.

Bodhidharma sat in meditation in this cave for nine years, and his soul overflowed without control, forming the world-famous phantom of Bodhidharma.

Generally speaking, afterimages of the soul will not last for too long, unless the master of the afterimages is extremely powerful.

This is a spectacle, and it is also a proof of Bodhidharma's unpredictable strength.

"Look at this phantom and cultivate my soul."

Kubala held back the excitement in his heart, and after calming down, released a ray of spirit that he had just cultivated.

Almost at the moment when Kubala's soul left his body...

Xiao Xun sat up straight, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

It's just like…

An ant crawled on the originally smooth skin.Dry.

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"What did he do?"

Xiao Xunzuo muttered, his senses were fully opened, and he poured out towards Kubala.

In an instant.

Jiubhara's whole body, 360 degrees without dead angle, blue light without code, took shape in Xiao Xun's mind.

Perceived carefully for a while...

Xiao Xun raised his eyebrows slightly.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

only…

The feeling of ants crawling on the skin has not disappeared.

Concentrating on perceiving the movements of the 'ants', the perception gradually spread to the stone wall where Bodhidharma's phantom was.

'Ants' seem to have climbed up this stone wall.

"Is he studying the phantom of Bodhidharma?"

Xiao Xun became more and more curious, and almost put all his attention on Jiubhara.

In the cave facing the wall, apart from Xiao Xun, there are two other people who have been secretly paying attention to Jiubhara.

The former abbot of Shaolin, Xuan Zheng.

Shaolin crosses the eminent monk of the word generation, crosses the evil.

"Are you in retreat?"

These two Shaolin eminent monks had similar ideas.

Didn't notice what Kubra was doing.

Jiubhara, who has cultivated his soul, is very keen. When he entered the cave facing the wall, he had already noticed the perception of crossing evil and metaphysics.

"Two Five Seven"

This was what he expected.