Chapter 134: .Cutting meat and feeding the eagle

The old man went all the way to the west, and then he saw from a distance, in the wilderness, there was a touch of gold, rushing to the sky.
When he got close, hundreds of soldiers could be seen charging.
And it was not someone blocking their way, but a forest.
Bodhi tree.
With dense forests, strong roots, iron stems and small branches, covering the sky and sun, surrounded by a battalion of officers and soldiers who led the army in Chang'an.
People want to pass, there is no place to go.
The soldiers cut down piece after piece of forest, but immediately more linden trees grew up, always blocking the way of the army.
Outside the forest, there is a monk in grey clothes sitting cross-legged on the ground, palms together, silently chanting.
The monk's clothes were worn and he looked young, but his face was weathered and he did not know how long he had traveled.
The Jin Hui that the Chen family veteran saw from a distance came out of him.
The Chang'an soldiers surrounded by the Bodhi forest bent their bows and set up arrows, and then shot towards the outside of the forest.
Arrow Rain flew over the Bodhi Forest, and then fell towards the young monk.
The monk just closed his eyes and chanted sutras.
And those arrows rain fell on his head, as if they had encountered an invisible barrier, losing their strength one after another and falling to the ground by themselves.
So I saw piles of arrows falling on the ground in front of the monk, and he himself was safe and sound.
The monks didn't fight back, and Bodhi Lin just blocked the way of the army and caused no harm to everyone.
But the army is stopped here, it is difficult to move.
The Chen family elder looked at the young monk from a distance, and said in his heart that he was really a Buddhist practitioner.
Earlier, I heard that Buddhist practitioners headed by cultivating the heart, tempered the soul, and later the soul was revealed, affecting the physical body and the external world.
When the practice reaches a certain level, everything is empty, free from dust, illusions are broken, and no foreign enemies are invaded.
Although it doesn't hurt people, the enemy can hardly hurt him.
So Jianyu arrived in front of the young monks and landed automatically one after another.
And the Bodhi forest is a means of creating wonderful things in a vacuum, similar to the Taoist method, the inner spirit affects the outer world, the treasure tree blossoms, and it grows out of nothing.
Not strong offensive, but more than defending oneself.
Right now, this young monk arranged the Bodhi Forest, which in turn besieged thousands of soldiers, making it difficult to escape.
The old Chen family clenched five fingers into a fist and walked towards the monk.
Regarding Buddhist practitioners, he only heard about it, and he hadn't met each other in person. He didn't know the details of the other's Buddhist supernatural powers, so he was extra guarded.
Feeling his gaze watching, the young monk opened his eyes and turned to look over.
The Chen family's feet suddenly accelerated, and his stature flew up and down, and within a short breath, he rushed in front of the opponent less than three feet away.
He raised his hand and punched, which was directly the ultimate move of Zhanlong Fist.
The aura of the fierce iron-blooded soldier instantly smashed in front of the monk.
From the beginning of self-cultivation of Zhanlongquan, external training acts on the internal. Everyone of the Chen family practiced hard, and basically their cultivation strength improved.
This Chen family was originally at the fifth level of cultivation, but after nearly half a year of hard work, he successfully broke through the bottleneck for many years and reached the sixth level of martial arts.
With a punch at this moment, the air between the two sides was squeezed to both sides.
The young monk seemed a little surprised when faced with such a sharp punch.
Especially the Bodhi tree he was blocking in front of him was cut with a punch by his opponent.
The punch especially did not stop, and continued to fall on his head.
The young monk sat motionless, folded his palms, and uttered the Buddha's name:
"My Buddha is merciful."
His body was faintly golden, suddenly condensed into an entity, turned into a towering mountain.
This pale golden mountain enveloped the monk and isolated the opponent's fist.
The old dragon-cutting fist of the Chen clan slashed on top of the Jinshan, which only shook slightly, without even the slightest crack appearing.
On the contrary, he himself was shaken by the huge counter-shock force and flew backwards.
The old man walked back a few steps, regained his footing, and looked at the young monk solemnly.
The monk said together: "Lao Zhang's boxing method is so fierce and murderous, the poor monk has no choice but to offend. Please forgive me, Lao Zhang."
The old Chen clan said solemnly: "Who is the respect driver? Why do you want to help the Eastern Tang Dynasty?"
The young monk replied: "The poor monk is called Huiming. I was ordered by my master to travel everywhere. When I first arrived here, I saw two armies fighting and many dead and wounded. So I intervened and hoped that the two sides could stop fighting."
The Chen family stared at him for a long time.
The many soldiers surrounded by Bodhi Lin could not see the outside scene, so they released their arrows again.
These arrows fell on the golden mountain that enveloped the monks, and they all shattered into dust on the spot.
When the Chen clan saw this, his eyelids twitched: "I still want to thank you for showing mercy to our soldiers?"
"The poor monk just hopes that the two sides will stop fighting, but it does not mean to help one side hurt the other."
The young monk said: "It's only for a while that the poor monk blocked the army's way. When the people who had fled before go away, the poor monk will no longer block you."
The Chen clan snorted: "The old man is incompetent, it's not your opponent, you can do whatever you want!"
The young monk Huiming shook his head slightly: "The monk is compassionate, and the poor monk really doesn't mean to be an enemy of the old man. He just hopes that sentient beings will not kill evil."
The elders of the Chen clan stopped talking and stared coldly at the young monk.
There had long been a child of the Chen family who had followed him. After seeing it from a distance, he hurriedly reported to the Chen family that more masters had arrived.
When the two sides confronted each other, the arrows of the Changan soldiers in the Bodhi Forest were almost exhausted.
After some time, Monk Huiming got up from the ground.
The Bodhi Forest surrounding everyone suddenly withered and gradually shrank.
Thousands of soldiers rushed out of it.
They stepped forward to surround the monk, and the young monk Huiming calmly bowed to everyone: "I just offended him."
After all, his figure flew up into the sky, and went far away over the crowd.
The Chen clan was chasing with Feiqi, and suddenly heard a voice from a distance: "Since the little master is here, why bother to leave?"
Chen Jiezhi's figure appeared in the distance, a palm in the distance, hitting the little monk Huiming.
Huiming put his palms together: "The poor monk has no intention of being an enemy of anyone."
The golden splendor condensed and once again manifested the Buddhist Sumi Jinshan, covering the young monk's body.
Chen Jiezhi's big wind and cloud palm swept up a fiery storm and bombarded Jinshan.
Jinshan just shook, but it didn't hurt.
Monk Huiming is in it, and he said: "If the donor has grievances, the poor monk is willing to receive a few palms for the donor to vent. I only hope that the donor will let others go and stop killing evil."
He didn't fight back, only Xumi Jinshan resisted Chen Jie's palm.
Chen Jiezhi said quietly, "The little master can take care of it."
After all, his five fingers also made a fist.
It's just a fist, before the move, the little monk Huiming's heart froze.
Sure enough, Chen Jiezhi's next shot was no longer the palm of the wind and cloud, but the dragon-slashing fist just like the old Chen family.
Moreover, his realm is higher and his fist skills are deeper.
With a punch, the boxing strength seemed to be able to kill the dragon and the phoenix.
Huiming's Sumi Jinshan received this punch, but it stopped shaking.
But in the sound of "click", a tiny gap appeared on Jinshan.
Chen Jiezhi made a series of fists, and the Dragon Slashing fist hit the opponent's Jinshan continuously.
I saw more and more cracks on the Jinshan Mountain, and they continued to expand.
"The donor is so violent." The young monk praised sincerely.
But he still didn't fight back.
The young man sat cross-legged in the air, folded his palms together, and closed his eyes silently chanting.
Then I saw golden lotus flowers appearing inside Jinshan, flying constantly to make up for the damage of Mount Xumi.
Although the Dragon Slashing Fist was strong, the opponent was fully defensive, and Chen Jie was unable to break into the mountain for a while. The two sides fell into a stalemate and competed for endurance.
This is not Chen Jie's strength.
However, he was not in a hurry, and he didn't need the help of his fellow clan elders.
After a while, a large number of people approached in the distance, following Chen Jiezhi.
Little Monk Huiming didn't care at first, but when the crowd got closer, he was surprised and opened his eyes.
Not because there are still masters in the opposing team.
It was because the army that came with Chen Jiezhi also escorted some prisoners.
These prisoners were all soldiers of the Tang sergeant, and they were the same group that had been rescued by the little monk Huiming earlier.
He blocked the Chang'an soldiers and horses chasing after the Tang Army's defeated troops, but after these people fled, they rammed into Chen Jiezhi's pockets, and ultimately failed to escape.
Upon seeing this, Huiming sighed: "The conqueror will suffer damage to himself. Why should the two sides kill each other?"
"The little master came to Dongtang for the first time. Since you don't know the truth, don't get involved." Chen Jiezhi said.
Huiming put his palms together: "Poor monks are more nosy, just hope that fewer people will die."
He looked sad: "The poor monk did come to the precious land for the first time, but along the way, we have seen many people displaced by the war, and many people have been killed and injured."
"Don't break or stand."
Chen Jiezhi said: "The Eastern Tang is tyrannical. Let them continue to rule, and the people will only suffer more.
The little master now sees them dead and wounded seriously, but he doesn't know that if they gain power, we will have no way to survive. "
"Using violence to turn violence is not a good strategy..."
Before Huiming finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chen Jiezhi: "At the moment, the little master, is it because of the profound cultivation base and intervening in the war between the two sides?"
He stared at Huiming: "Seek truth from facts, Chen admits that the young master has a high level of strength.
If you continue to fight, my chances of winning will be smaller. If you want to leave, I can't keep it.
However, if you have to take care of this nosy today, it is also not enough! "
Chen Jiezhi said, raising his hand.
Looking at the Chang'an soldiers who were holding the prisoners of the Tang Army, immediately raised the sword in his hand and pointed the blade at the prisoner.
"Poor monks have never thought of bullying the weak." Huiming said: "I just hope that the benefactor will be merciful and don't want to kill evil."
"Buddhism extols compassion. I heard stories say that the Buddha saved the pigeons, cut the meat to feed the eagles, and preserved the pigeons, so that the eagle would not starve to death."
Chen Jiezhi said coldly: "I don't know if you, the little master, really believe in the compassion of the Buddha, or are you just like Chen and just listen to it as a story?"
Huiming still had a somewhat childish face, but a smile appeared: "The monks do not slander, but only hope that the donor will be equally trustworthy and will not criticize the poor monk as a monk."
After all, the Sumi Jinshan that enveloped him really slowly dispersed.
Everyone present, including those Tang Sergeants who were under the knife, were also taken aback.
"The little master sacrificed himself to save others, admired and admired."
Chen Jie looked at each other up and down, and waved his hand for the last time: "Take it down!"