Shen Yuanjing smiled and said, "Zhuang Zhou's name follows Lao Dan and his heart is Confucius; Xunzi inherits Confucianism before and then promotes the Legalists. All the philosophers and schools of thought are treasures of China. If you look up to it, you will become stronger and you will be able to drill it. How can we be biased? We should choose the good ones and follow it."

The monk sweeping the floor sighed in his heart. He clearly didn't look down on the origin of Buddhism in India if he said this.

Sure enough, I heard the other party say again: "Master, I heard Buddhist stories, and there is always something unknown. Why are those who become Buddhas and ancestors always bears? Are the people in Middle Earth so useless and unable to open up the Buddha's kingdom and protect one party?"

The old monk was silent, and a monk from the Xuan generation next to him said, "I think it's because I have not practiced Buddhism enough and cannot understand the Buddha's true intention."

Shen Yuanjing sneered and said, "I think you are obsessed with the rules, and you are belittled by yourself. Han Tuizhi said, "Therefore, disciples do not have to be inferior to teachers, and teachers do not have to be virtuous to disciples. There are orders of hearing the truth and specialize in skills and professions. That's all."

Then Huike, Sengcan, Taoist, and Hongren Buddhism may not be inferior to Bodhidharma, but you dare not escape from the barriers; your Shaolin martial arts are even more outstanding, and you only want to declare it to the outside world that comes from the first ancestor. If you open your mouth and keep your mouth shut, why don’t you think, maybe you are all Tathagata?"

He pointed to Xuanci and others and said, "You call Xuanci Tathagata, and he called Xuanji Buddha. He saw the nature and became a Buddha. Everyone is a Buddha, and everyone recites himself. Isn't it better?"

The people in Shaolin Temple called out to chant the Buddha's name, and the monks escaped. He thought it was not enough, so he added: "I think you are not doing enough to make Zen in this way."

During the period of Renzong, Shaolin Temple began to gradually transform from Vinaya to Zen, and it has only been fifty years since then. Although the same Buddha who all believed in was also believed in, there were also hardships and competitions.

Until Xuan Ci, who was born in Zen, succeeded to the throne and ended the dispute, the monks of the Vinaya School left in anger. Although Shaolin has become increasingly prosperous since then, there are still many monks of the Xuan generation who have complained about it and refuse to practice martial arts and only focus on chanting Buddha's name.

"Shut up!" This sentence was too explicit, and Xuan Ci couldn't help but scold him loudly. The sweeping monk was worried that Shen Yuanjing would be angry, so he blamed him and stood forward.

Shen Yuanjing didn't care and smiled and said, "I said it quickly for a moment and said everything in my heart. Old monk, while it's cool, let's show off our true skills and fight."

As he said that, he turned around and walked straight out. The monk sweeping the floor had to say something until he was about to finish his life, but seeing this, he had to swallow the words back into his mouth and follow him.

The rest of the people knew that a war was about to begin and wanted to follow him here. The old monk couldn't bear it. He moved his feet and emitted a strong wind to blow back. In the future, people would blow back repeatedly. Only then did everyone realize how powerful he was.

Shen Yuanjing turned around and stood still. When the sweeping monk reached three feet in front of him, he raised his hand and moved forward, and then he arrived in front. The people behind him could instantly turn into five, five movements, and they were in front, back, left and right, and headed towards the old monk.

He used his own creation of Five Mountains Divine Palm. The force on the east side was powerful, like a river going east, swelling thousands of miles; the moves on the west side were dangerous, like sharp blades falling from the sky, hanging high above the top; the palm techniques on the south side were beautiful, with flowers rushing towards him; the methods on the north side were exquisite, layered, like a thousand hands moving forward at the same time. When the top of his head, his five fingers were opened, as if the five mountains were descending together, tall and majestic.

Even though the monk sweeping the floor has a very high martial arts skills, he has not fought with others for more than 40 years. Besides, such a sophisticated and complex martial arts, he could not think of how to crack it for a while. He had to concentrate and calm his energy, and rushed outward, forming a qi shield.

The sound of "bang bang bang bang bang" was endless. In a moment, Shen Yuanjing shot hundreds of palms, but he could not break through this barrier. He took a few steps back and chuckled, "The Vajra Indestructible Art is indeed very powerful."

The sweeping monk said in surprise: "I only created this skill more than ten years ago. I have never used it before, and no one knows where the donor's name comes from?"

Shen Yuanjing was stunned and thought to himself: "So that's it. Now half of the so-called seventy-two unique skills of the Shaolin School are probably made up for the numbers, which is not comparable to later. The fingering method of picking flowers just now was different. This Vajra Indestructible Divine Art was probably only available since then."

He was hard to explain, and he couldn't say that someone later broke through Shaolin and reaped benefits. He immediately aroused his true energy, and just like the other party, a layer of qi mask appeared outside his body.

The old monk was very surprised and exclaimed: "The donor is talented and has extraordinary skills, and I am not as good as that." After that, he started to move the "Seven Stars Party" of the Vajra Fist, and his hands were like raindrops, instantly punching seven punches, hitting the opponent's forehead, jaw, neck, shoulders, arms, chest, and back.

Shen Yuanjing didn't want you to defend my achievements. He fought like this. He immediately used the powerful Vajra Palm, "Climbing the Star and Holding the Moon" with one move, and grabbed it forward with both hands.

After a few crackling sounds, the two of them did not move at all. The stone slab under the sweeper's feet quickly collapsed, forming a horizontal line, spreading to the left and right. Behind Shen Yuanjing, there was indeed a straight vertical strip extending outward.

Once you start this, there will be no stop on both sides. The sweeping monk punches one after another, "black wind penetrates the sun" and "comet attacks the moon". It seems like a god is controlling the starry sky, and it hits like a mountain collapse, completely different from his thin body.

Shen Yuanjing raised his palm and shot out "The tiger pushed the mountain", "The Vajra's eyes were angry", and "Sakya raised his hand", like a giant standing upright, overturning the world.

The two of them stepped on their feet, and the bluestone slabs were shattered and were trampled into fine sand. The strong wind rose from the two of them and spread around them. In a blink of an eye, sand and stones flew within ten feet of radius.

The tourists were so scared that they retreated repeatedly, fearing that they would be affected and sacrifice their lives. A junior monk asked Xuanci: "Abbot, in your opinion, who can win?"

Xuan Ci shook her head and said, "One is a sitting arhat, and the other is a true immortal from heaven. How can we mortals guess? Let's wait for it."

The more the monk swept the floor, the more strange he felt. He felt that the palm technique used by the other party seemed to have the same source as the Vajra Fist, and even went further, and was beyond his ambition.

But he has been in the Sutra Library for forty years and never remembers that there is such a palm technique in Shaolin Temple. If the other party introduces Shaolin martial arts innovates, it is fine if it is just like the fingering method of picking flowers. Why do you need to change it and achieve this level? An ordinary martial art is really not worth it.

Shen Yuanjing had known that this powerful Vajra Palm was derived from the Vajra Fist, but he sighed in his heart: "For Shaolin Kung Fu, I have also known myself and my enemy. The martial arts I use are more mature and wise, but I still tied with this old monk. It seems that my realm is indeed a little worse than him."

If both sides fight desperately, he has many unique skills in his hands, so he will naturally be sure to kill each other, and it can be verified that the competition will not be so. So he said, "Old monk, you are much better than me in Buddhist kung fu, so you don't have to compete anymore. I want to change my tricks, so be careful."

As soon as Shen Yuanjing finished speaking, he turned his right hand forward, and the other punch turned around and headed towards his other hand. He exclaimed in surprise, stopped his momentum, and shouted: "What a wonderful trick!" He changed to another Shaolin skill.

The bluestone slabs on the ground were completely broken, and the broken stones and fine sand were trampled firmly, sinking a foot deep underground. The wild sand had already fallen, and the surroundings were clear. The two men's fight changed from fierceness to gentleness, from fast to slow, and everyone could see clearly.

The sweeping monk changed his hand to the great compassionate Qianye. His hands were lit at the same time, two changed four and four changed eight. In a blink of an eye, the palm shadows covered the sky. Shen Yuanjing's hands were like dragonflies squinting water, and he went up one by one. In an instant, the palm shadows were divided into two halves, attacking the left to the right, and hitting himself.
Chapter completed!