Dream Picking Records

"After two consecutive battles, he shouldn't have much spiritual energy left, right?"

The eldest senior brother of the Hunter Knife Sect had a wicked smile on his face, secretly estimating that if he could take him down while taking advantage of the opportunity, his own reputation and that of the sect would be further enhanced.

The man thought of this and went ahead with it.

"Everyone who comes here should be known by their name."

"You do not deserve!"

Wang Xiao was strategically suspicious for a moment.

"Wait, your last name isn't Ni?"

"nonsense!"

"I can rest assured that."

Wang Xiao would naturally show no mercy to those who were impolite. He picked up the black brick and hit the opponent in the face.

His extraordinary power was beyond the opponent's expectation. The eldest brother of the Hunting Knife Sect was taken down by Wang Xiao right after he started to attack. Then there was a flurry of confusion, struggling to cope with the attacks that were as dense as a rainstorm.

He had a hard time speaking out his frustrations, as his opponent didn't hit him anywhere else but only focused on his head. He had no choice but to focus on defending his face.

Long-term sparring with Master Wang has improved Wang Xiao's fighting skills day by day. He lost interest and soon seized the opponent's defense gap and kicked him in the chest. The eldest brother's chest was sunken, his internal organs were shattered, and he vomited blood.

Not only did his plan fail, he also became a laughing stock, and was finally hit in the face with a black brick by Wang Xiao and sent off the bandit mountain.

After the battle, he took another deep breath, which to outsiders seemed to be a sign of his heavy consumption.

So some people wanted to seize the opportunity to become famous, but without exception they were all defeated, so much so that now they get a headache when they see black bricks.

"With the Holy Brick in hand, the world is mine."

Wang Xiao wiped the increasingly dark and dazzling holy brick and couldn't let it go.

And some people made a common decision in private when he just started fighting, which was - go and invite the Buddha from the West!

The bandit mountain was very close to Buddhism, and a group of disciples from various sects who had been knocked down gathered together and set off.

"The bandit is reborn, and it is suspected that he is a descendant of the thief saint. I hope the Buddha will come out to save the devil!"

The old monk who received them clasped his hands together and said nothing. Coincidentally, the Buddhist disciple had just returned from outside.

"I'd like to go with them, and I hope my uncle will agree."

"Amitabha, remember not to be competitive, and avoid anger and resentment. Go."

"Disciple listens attentively to your teachings." The Buddhist put his hands together with a solemn look.

On the bandit mountain, the crowd watching was constantly talking.

"As expected of the legendary Murong family, they don't feel tired even after fighting for so long."

"What Murong family? It's just a disguise of the Thief Saint lineage."

"Speaking of the Thief Saint is really a headache. Who can guarantee that they have never visited us?"

……

"Brother Dao, since you firmly believe that I am a descendant of the Thief Saint, why don't you come and uncover my disguise?"

The person who was initially fanning the flames in the crowd was captured by Wang Xiao. He aimed at a short man with a wretched look and locked him firmly with his powerful spiritual sense.

"Master Taoist, why are you targeting me?" Unexpectedly, he was discovered by the other party. The wretched man panicked and hurriedly covered up.

"Do you really think I can't tell you're talking nonsense?"

“No…ah!”

Wang Xiao didn't waste any more words and immediately gave him his favorite slap in the face.

Faced with him who sometimes acted as violently as a bandit, the noisy crowd suddenly quieted down.

"Make way, make way, the modern Buddhist disciples are coming!"

The fun is finally about to begin.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiao put away his temper, replaced the black brick with a whisk, and his immortal demeanor was refreshing.

"Immeasurable life and blessings, why are you here, fellow Taoist?"

"Amitabha, I am Wujing. I heard that the Thief Saint lineage is active in Bandit Mountain, so I came to investigate."

Wang Xiao smiled slightly and said, "I'm afraid you've been deceived, my fellow Daoist. There's only Murong Bawang of the Qitian Dao Sect here, and no descendants of the Thief Saint."

"I heard that Murong has studied many schools of thought. I wonder if he dares to discuss Buddhism with Buddhist disciples." Someone who was just watching the fun shouted.

Wang Xiao said calmly: "I am Murong Bawang. Although I cannot be said to be well-versed in classics, I happen to know a little bit about Buddhism."

After hearing this, Wujing immediately became interested.

"Donor Murong, why don't you express your views?"

"Wait, Murong Bawang, how will you decide the winner when discussing Buddhism with the Buddhist disciple?"

Wu Jing turned to face the person who had spoken and said, "Everyone has his or her own realm. There is no right or wrong, win or lose."

"My fellow Taoist has profound knowledge of Buddhism and is worthy of being a contemporary Buddhist. I would like to throw out some ideas to inspire others." Wang Xiao could not help but look at him with admiration and immediately began to recite other people's quotations.

"Humans are Buddhas, demons are Buddhas, life is Buddha, death is Buddha. One step forward is Buddha, one step back is also Buddha. Buddha has no specific meaning. Everything, regardless of life or death, stage, spirit or no spirit, can be Buddha."

"Amitabha, fellow Taoist, you must remember that it is not about becoming a Buddha, but about being a Buddha."

Wang Xiao squinted his eyes and peeked at Wujing, thinking, "I just heard this from a senior monk. I'm sure you won't be fooled to death."

When Wu Jing heard this, he felt his heart surge and his mind became clear. There was a bright light on the road to Buddhahood, but it was covered by a layer of fog. He could vaguely sense it but could not see it directly.

Wujing fell into deep contemplation on the spot.

The others felt their scalps tingling when they saw this. Was there anything wrong? Murong Bawang had only said a few words, but the Buddhist disciple Wujing had actually entered into a state of meditation?

The people who had worked so hard to invite Wujing were even more speechless. They originally wanted to see the gods and Buddha save the demons, but they didn't expect that the Buddha was saved by the demons.

Wang Xiao didn't expect that these words would be so damaging to Buddhists.

When the crowd saw that the fight was over, some of them left in twos and threes. Even after the crowd dispersed, Wujing still stood there.

Wang Xiao was bored and sat cross-legged on the side. The two Taoist priests in the sky laughed at this scene, and their hard work for more than a month was worth it. However, they were more curious about the Qi Control Chapter that Wang Xiao performed.

"Junior brother, how come you know the Qi-controlling skills created by our master?" asked Elder Qin.

"Ah, what are you saying, senior brothers? I don't quite understand." Wang Xiao squatted in front of Qingxiang, feeling puzzled by the questions from his two senior brothers.

"That's the meaning of the sutra you just imitated from others. We didn't teach you that, did we?"

Wang Xiao was shocked. He didn't expect that the Qi Control Chapter of the Purple Sea Bamboo Forest was actually created by the master of the Qitian Dao Sect! Could it be that the Seeking Fate Ball also determined that he was the destined person for this reason?

After he finished explaining to his senior brother, Wang Xiaoyu ran over with a grin.

"Brother, you are really amazing! You fooled him with just a few words."

Wang Xiao felt upset when he saw him.

"Who is your elder brother? What's the point of bluffing? I am a person of profound Buddhist knowledge."

"Hehe, Taoist priest, can you help me? I am willing to exchange everything I have on Bandit Mountain."

"Wait, aren't these things on Bandit Mountain left behind by the previous bandits? When did they become yours?"

Wang Xiaoyu touched his head and explained: "My father is the king of Feishan Mountain, and I am his son. Of course, these things on Feishan Mountain are mine."

Wang Xiao was speechless. He asked, "Your father was converted to Buddhism half a year ago?"

"Well, half a year ago, I went out with my second uncle, and when I came back, I found that Bandit Mountain was deserted. Later, my second uncle said that my father was converted by a Buddhist monk. He also said that Buddhists are very fierce and would not allow me to see him. This time I sneaked out just to find a chance to see my father."

As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes.