Chapter 608 Buddhist Tietou Kung Fu Several monks who came over looked panicked. They still remember what Ye Zhen did last time. That was a ruthless person who killed the beloved disciple of his deceased master without saying a word. As far as Buddhism is concerned today, Master Yuan Shen and his generation are the four brothers. They are the most outstanding generation in Buddhism. Master Yuan Shen even took over the management of the entire Buddhist sect. He is the abbot of White Horse Temple. If it were in ancient times, he would be the head of a sect. And down below is Fa Yuan's generation, considered the second generation in this era.

This is the fourth generation disciple who has just joined Buddhism. The surrounding monks looked around and saw darkness on the ground. The second generation of Fa Yuan can be said to be the backbone of Buddhism. All the gray-robed monks looked at each other and did not dare to approach Ye Zhen. The third and fourth generations are basically gray-robed monks. After entering the orbit, some talented ones among the three generations of disciples will be selected to lead the disciples to practice. "You said you killed my master, where's the evidence?" It seems to be thriving. They really cannibalize people. Under normal circumstances, this is indeed the case. Accompanied by some burnt taste. But Ye Zhen finally understood what was going on in Buddhism. "What's wrong with you, Uncle Master?" A bold monk stepped forward. In their eyes, Monk Fa Chan was as insurmountable as a natural chasm. killed? The young monk was stunned for a moment, "Kill? Are you kidding me?" Choose some talented people to be your inner disciples. Further down, there are the third generation recruited by senior brothers like Fa Yuan and others. The levels are very clear. Even for a person with average ability, facing a monk who is greedy for Dharma.

Monk Fa Tan was not seen at all. Ye Zhen heard what those gray-robed monks said. They all belong to the fifth generation. Ye Zhen smiled slightly, "Just kill him." "Master Uncle Dharma is the proudest son of heaven in my Buddhist sect." Just like when we were studying, the sports committee member led the exercises in front of the broadcast gymnastics. Below are the fifth-generation lay disciples and the tourists we just recruited. An insider from the last time discovered that the situation was similar the other time. They are disciples of the Four Vajras of Buddhism. is an invincible existence. Knowing that I was still recognized. As second-generation disciples, Monk Fa Chan and the others have already begun to recruit disciples. But these bald donkeys can even endure the suffering of the common people. Because even Ye Zhen spent a lot of effort to get it done. It really is true to that sentence, only by enduring the hardships can one become a master. Others say that all living beings suffer. The last time Ye Zhen came, not everyone knew Ye Zhen. When I usually practice Qigong, Fa Chan and the others act as masters and lead the practice at the beginning. "How can my master's great achievements be understood by someone like you!" "But I want to be the next host of White Horse Temple." "How could he possibly kill Uncle Master Fa Greed?" No one believed Ye Zhen when he told the truth. That also has no chance of winning. At this time, there was a voice from the crowd of monks. "You said you killed Junior Brother Fa Tan?" A monk also wearing bright yellow robes came out. There were monks around shouting, "It's Uncle Fa'ai!" "Show this mortal who doesn't know the heights of the world a little bit of power." "Master, you are here! If Master is here, we don't have to be afraid."

Monk Fa'ai walked out carelessly. Looks like a street kid. "Uncle Fa'ai." The bold young monk just bowed his head and clasped his hands to say hello to the monk. Monk Fa'ai glanced at Ye Zhen and put his hand on the little monk's slippery head. "You are the outsider who killed Junior Brother Fayu?" Monk Fa'ai looked at Ye Zhen up and down. In the eyes of Monk Fa'ai, Ye Zhen is just an ordinary ordinary person. Just like all college students who have just graduated and are working in the city. Nothing special about it. Ye Zhen had not seen this person when he came last time. Even the monk named Dharma Greed has never seen it. Ye Zhen's memory is like super amnesia, and he will never forget the people he has met. "It's me." Ye Zhen nodded and admitted. "Hahaha, interesting." Monk Fa'ai laughed and looked at the scorched black marks on the ground. However, Monk Fa'ai became wary. Because he remembered that today was the day when that guy Fa Chan practiced his magical skills. Today's share of the quota is up to Fa Cai. Every time there is a mess in the yard. But in the yard today, there was no such thing as the money that came here. I don’t see Dharma greed here either. How is this going? The little monk was always touched by the monk on his little bald head. "Uncle Fa'ai, you must teach him a lesson!" the young monk said loudly. Monk Fa'ai lowered his head and glanced at the young monk, and his tone became excited, "Are you teaching me how to do something? Ah?" Some of the monks on the side immediately became frightened. "He's finished!" "How dare he talk to Uncle Fa'ai like this." Monk Fa'ai put a little more force on his hands. The little monk's frightened eyes didn't have time to say anything. A mixture of red and white brains splashed into the air.

Veins bulged on Monk Fa'ai's smooth forehead. "Amitabha." Monk Dharma's hands were stained with a mixture of red and white. He clasped his hands together, "Sin, sin." At this time, another person came out. "Junior Brother Fa'ai, you still can't control your temper." Another yellow-robed monk came out. Monk Fa Chi looked at Monk Fa Ang with a smile. Monk Fa'ai glanced at the other party and said, "Elder brother, what kind of wind has brought you here?" "I heard from the disciples in the temple that the person who killed Junior Brother Fa Tan last time has appeared." "As you know, the one our master loves most is our junior brother." "We were in seclusion for a while. After we came out, our junior brother was killed inexplicably." "After this master comes back, it will be difficult for me, the senior brother, to explain." "You also know Master's temper." The monk said with a smile. Monk Fa'ai ignored his senior brother. With just a kick of his legs, his body flew out. He rushed directly towards Ye Zhen, and the air was filled with screams. Monk Dharma is like a truck. Even reinforced concrete would be smashed into pieces by the impact of Monk Fa'ai. Ordinary people would not have time to react before they would be smashed into pieces. But Ye Zhen stopped Fa Ai with one hand. Monk Fa'ai was stunned. His ultimate move, the rocket headbutt, was always successful! After all, this is the secret technique of Tietou Kung that is integrated with Buddhism! Shaolin Tietou Kung Fu is famous all over the world! And he has been practicing Tietou Kung Fu since he was a child. The hardest part of your body is your head. But Ye Zhen pressed him down with one hand, and didn't even move back with his feet. Unlike Dharma greed, the cultivation direction of Dharma hatred is to continuously refine one's body. Transform the flesh and blood you eat into a part of your own body. Provide yourself with plenty of spiritual energy. Why do they eat people? Because man is the so-called spirit of all things. There is not only so-called aura, but also so-called spirituality.

Is there anything more suitable than people? This is how The Flesh and Blood Sutra was born. Fa Chi was also quite shocked. As a senior brother, he knew how strong his junior brother was. The Tietou Kung Fu is unparalleled among Buddhists. Since Fa'ai's Iron Head Skill was successfully accomplished, Fa'ai has been ringing the bells in the temple with his own head. There is still a recessed position on the bell in the temple. That is the result of Dharma practice. Stopped by Ye Zhen, the unknown fire in Fa'ai's heart began to burn. "Die!" Fa'ai wanted to increase his strength and smash Ye Zhen to pieces. But the head held tightly by Ye Zhen could not move at all. "Now that it's here, let's make peace with it." After Ye Zhen said this, he directly crushed Fa Ai's head with his bare hands. Just like he crushed the little monk's head. It's just the same as Dharma Greed and Dharma Desire. After Fa'ai's head was crushed, he didn't die at all. Instead, the whole body lost some restraint and began to swell. Fa'ai's small body actually started to grow like crazy. Like a tree of flesh and blood. Some disciples looked at this scene in horror. Some disciples have known this for a long time. "Is this the true form of Master Fa'ai?" "Is this lump of something the so-called golden body?" "Uncle Fa'ai has revealed his true form! This man is going to die." In terms of volume, Dharma is smaller than the previous Dharma. But in terms of quality, the meatballs transformed by Dharma have a more condensed feeling. It's full of muscle. The entire mass of flesh began to grow countless arms. Just like real trees, each palm turned into a flower-like appearance. Ten, twenty, thirty... a hundred hands.

Just like spring flowers blooming. The tree of flesh and blood of Dharma is covered with hands. The monk on the side had never seen such a scene before. Some older third-generation disciples gave a rough explanation. "I didn't expect Master Uncle Fa'ai to have mastered his magical skills to this extent." "This is the legendary sign of becoming the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva." "Ah? The legendary Bodhisattva Path and Fruit?" "So this is the body of the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva?" "Is it true to become a Buddha forever?" Some of their disciples may not have much understanding of Buddhism. But Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva and the others still understand. Seeing the meat balls with hundreds of hands transformed from anger, they thought this was a sign that they were going to become a Buddha. Ye Zhen looked at the two- or three-story-high Hundred-hand Meat Tree. Like a phantom, the purple thunder of birth and death bloomed in Ye Zhen's hand. "Die." Ye Zhen made a hand with his left hand to send out Zi Lei. The moment of contact with the hundred-hand meat tree. The hundred-hand flesh tree transformed by Fa Anger let out a shrill scream. It seemed to be coming from the Nine Netherworlds of the Underworld. In just a short while, Dharma-hatred disappeared from this world. Not even a trace was seen. (End of this chapter)