"What kind of game are they playing?" Zhao Min was similarly puzzled by the scene, and she couldn't help but frown.
"You may not know, but the Prajna Palm is the most profound palm technique of the Shaolin Temple. The Prajna Buddhist Dharma emphasizes emptiness, so the power of the Prajna Palm is invisible and there is no feeling, perception, thought, action, and consciousness. The power of the palm is emptiness and emptiness is the power of the palm, so it doesn't seem to have much power to outsiders. Only those facing the enemy can feel the danger in the palm." Jinlun Fawang heard Huazheng and Zhao Min's discussion and quickly explained.
Huazheng was at a loss and couldn't help but shake her head and said, "The Buddhist Dharma of the Central Plains is indeed obscure and difficult to understand. No wonder Father likes the teachings of the Tantric Sect more."
Jinlun Fawang's face was full of pride. The Mongolian Empire was now strong and powerful and all the sects had sent messengers to preach to the Mongolian royal family. This included not only the Buddhism of the Central Plains, Quanzhen and other sects, but also the Zoroastrianism of the Western Regions, Buddhism of the Western Regions, and so on. However, the most successful was the Tantric Sect of Tubo. The masters of the Tantric Sect were all treated as guests of honor by the Mongolians. He himself was appointed as the State Preceptor, Ba Siba of the Nalanda Temple was honored as the Imperial Preceptor, and even the second generation disciple of the Zhenyan Sect, Sangjie, was highly regarded by King Ali Buge. It seemed that in the near future, the Tantric Sect would become the Mongolian national religion.
"Princess is right. The monks of the Central Plains love to say things that are confusing and difficult to understand. If you ask them to explain it, they won't be able to explain it clearly. They even say that you haven't understood it yet and that you will understand it when you understand it. These words can deceive the ignorant commoners, but if they want to deceive the great Genghis Khan, they are really making a fool of themselves. "
"The State Preceptor is too serious. Because the teachings of the Central Plains Zen Sect are obscure and difficult to understand, there are indeed many monks who deceive the world. However, there is no lack of people who are truly enlightened." Zhao Min paused and shook her head slightly, "But their teachings often confuse the learned monks, how can they let the commoners understand?"
While everyone was talking about Buddhism, the fight between the two was extremely dangerous. Song Qingshu's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms were incomparably ferocious, but how could Xuancheng's Prajna Palm be empty and powerless? Every time their palms collided, Song Qingshu felt as if he had used all his strength to hit a ball of cotton, and his palm energy would unknowingly be turned into nothingness by his opponent. After dozens of moves, Song Qingshu felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Great monk, you don't seem to have cultivated to the highest realm of the Prajna Palm, Emptiness to the End." Song Qingshu remembered that in the original work, Xuan Ci had used the Prajna Palm to fight against Qiao Feng's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms without falling into a disadvantageous position. Only at the last moment did she comprehend the true meaning of 'emptiness to the end'.
"I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable. It's not easy for ordinary people to know about the Prajna Palm, but you actually know that the highest realm of the Prajna Palm is' Emptiness to the End '!" Xuan Cheng revealed a strange expression, "But looking at your Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, it seems that you haven't cultivated to the peak."
"Great monk's eyes are indeed like torches," Song Qingshu praised, "Since you and I haven't practiced the palm technique to the peak, it will be difficult to determine a winner if we continue fighting like this. How about we stop here?"
Xuan Cheng was quite moved, but soon a hesitant expression appeared on his face, "Today you saved the female devil, causing countless innocent lives to be lost in her hands in the future. This poor monk will naturally enlighten you for this sin."
Xuan Cheng understood that although he had temporarily gained the upper hand, it would not be easy to defeat Song Qingshu in a short period of time. But so far, he had only used the Prajna Palm. If he used the other twelve unique skills at the same time, they would complement each other, and the power of his moves would more than double. In addition, he had not used the Exorcism Staff Technique that he was more proficient in, so Xuan Cheng was confident that if they really fought, it would not be a problem for him to teach Song Qingshu a lesson.
"Great monk, may I ask if killing a few people is a greater sin, or killing ten million people is a greater sin?" Song Qingshu asked while defending against Xuan Cheng's continuous attacks.
Xuan Cheng was startled, and quickly said, "Although Buddhism has a saying that all living beings are equal, and that everything in the world is an illusion, killing one person or killing ten million makes no difference. But this poor monk lives in the mortal world, and is unable to comprehend that transcendent realm. From this poor monk's point of view, killing ten million people is a greater sin. "
"That's right, Li Mochou only killed a few people, and her evil is only a small one. On the other hand, the princess over there has thousands of troops under her command, invading the Central Plains, and slaughtering thousands of our people, that is the true evil. You don't eliminate the great evil, but you don't let go of the small evil. Could it be that you are worried about the many experts around the princess, so you pretend not to see it, and can only bully the lonely Li Mochou? "Song Qingshu used the Twin Dragons Emerge from the Water, and with one palm he shook Xuan Cheng away, the corner of his mouth revealed a cold smile.
"Scoundrel! How can this poor monk be afraid of them? "Xuan Cheng said angrily. He withdrew his power, and didn't continue to attack.
"This Song Shaoxia is really eloquent. When two armies fight, it depends on their own ability, there is no right or wrong. Moreover, this time, we are going south to discuss peace with the Song Imperial Court. If the peace talks are successful, who knows how many innocent lives will be saved. This merit is not something that Li Mochou, a cold-blooded demoness who slaughters innocent people, can compare to. "
Zhao Min looked at the broken red hairpin on the pillar, and felt a sense of loss in her heart. She looked at Song Qingshu with a trace of hatred in her eyes.
"I don't know that when the princess massacred the six sects, even Kong Xing, one of the four divine monks of the Shaolin Temple, was beheaded by your subordinates. Does this count as killing innocent people?"
Hearing Zhao Min say that this trip was to the south to discuss peace, Song Qingshu was secretly shocked. If the Mongols stopped fighting with the Southern Song Dynasty, it could be assumed that they changed their strategy of attacking in all directions. If nothing unexpected happened, the Mongols would definitely attack another country with all their strength. It was just that he didn't know whether it would be the Jin Kingdom, the Qing Kingdom, or the Ming Dynasty of the Western Region, or the Hui Tribe.
If they attacked the Ming Dynasty, of course he would be happy to see it. But if they attacked the Qing Kingdom, he hadn't finished digesting the strength of the Qing Kingdom. If the Mongols attacked at this time, it would be very bad.
Song Qingshu was still deep in thought, but Xuan Cheng glared at the Mongols and said, "You are that demoness Zhao Min?"
At that time, Abbot Xuan Ci led the senior monks of the temple out and arranged for Kong Wen and the others to stay in the temple. Unexpectedly, Zhao Min used the "Ten Fragrant Muscle Softening Powder" to capture all the monks and bring them to the Wan An Temple. It almost led to the destruction of the Shaolin Temple. Moreover, Master Kong Xing was beheaded, which was a great humiliation to the Shaolin Temple.
Although Xuan Cheng heard them call Zhao Min as the princess, he didn't pay much attention to it. After all, there were many princesses and princesses in the Mongolian Kingdom. It wasn't until Song Qingshu pointed it out that he realized that this delicate girl in front of him was actually the enemy of the Shaolin Temple.
"Demoness, die!" Xuan Cheng's eyes widened in anger and he slammed his palm towards Zhao Min.
Hearing the conversation between the two, the Godly Arrow Eight Heroes were already on guard. When they saw Xuan Cheng pouncing towards them, they drew their bows and shot towards him.
Seeing this, Xuan Cheng stopped and didn't dodge. He took a deep breath and his monk's robe became extremely fluttering, like an inflated balloon. He stood upright in his original position. When the arrows hit his body, there was only the sound of metal clashing. When the arrows hit his monk's robe, it was as if they were bounced off by an invisible force and all fell to the ground beside his feet.
After the rain of arrows, Xuan Cheng's monk's robe was not damaged at all. Song Qingshu's eyes narrowed. Jinlun Fawang and the two elders of Xuanming also cried out involuntarily, "Diamond Indestructible Body!"
Xuan Cheng didn't say anything. While the Godly Arrow Eight Heroes and the others were still in a daze, he opened his mouth and roared.
"Buddhist Lion's Roar! Quickly protect the princess and the princess! " Jinlun Fawang was shocked and angry. He quickly raised his big golden wheel in front of the two women. The two elders of Xuanming, Ah Da, Ah Er and Ah San also stood in front of the two women and blocked most of the sound waves for them.
The other bodyguards under Zhao Min weren't so lucky. They all covered their ears in pain and fell to the ground, wailing. Although the Godly Arrow Eight Heroes' archery skills were outstanding, they didn't specialize in internal energy. They weren't much better than the ordinary bodyguards. Not long after, they were shaken to the point where their mouths and noses bled and they all fell to the ground. It was unknown whether they were dead or alive.
The people in front of Zhao Min and Huazheng weren't much better off. Jinlun Fawang's expression was grave. The faces of the two elders of Xuanming trembled slightly. Because they had just suffered serious internal injuries, it was obvious that they were almost at their limit. Ah Da, Ah Er and Ah San were trembling and a trace of blood slowly seeped out of the corner of their mouths.
Song Qingshu wasn't directly in front of Xuan Cheng's attack. With his internal energy, the Lion's Roar naturally didn't affect him. He calmly moved a chair over and sat down. He used the Green Dragon Absorbs Water and sucked up a wine jug from the counter. He poured himself a drink and watched the show from the side.
After a while, Xuan Cheng's Lion's Roar finally finished. Because Zhao Min and Huazheng were protected by many masters, they weren't seriously injured. However, most of their subordinates were swaying left and right. It was obvious that they had lost the ability to fight. Only Jinlun Fawang, the two elders of Xuanming, Ah Da, Ah Er and Ah San were able to stand unscathed. Because Ah Da, Ah Er and Ah San had been injured by Zhang Wuji, they only had about the seventh level of their peak strength after recovering. Therefore, they had suffered serious internal injuries after being shaken by Xuan Cheng's Lion's Roar.
"I heard that Kong Xing died under the hands of a Shaolin master from the West Regions, King Kong Finger. If I'm not wrong, it should be you." Xuan Cheng's eyesight was very good. With one look, he could tell that Ah San cultivated the King Kong Finger.
"So what if I killed him? That bald donkey's Dragon's Claw is said to be amazing, but it's nothing more than that. "Although Ah San knew that he couldn't win, he didn't want to be at a disadvantage in terms of momentum.
"Okay, I'll use the Dragon's Claw to fight against your King Kong Finger." Xuan Cheng was expressionless. As soon as he finished speaking, he moved his left hand and his right hand, which carried a gust of wind, went to grab the major acupuncture point on Ah San's left shoulder.
Ah San had fought a life and death battle with Kong Xing before, so he naturally knew that this was the Dragon's Claw's Cloud Holding Form. He hurriedly used the King Kong Finger to poke Xuan Cheng's elbow. He knew that his King Kong Finger could split rocks and leave a bloody hole on a person's body. If Xuan Cheng wanted to save his arm, he would have to retreat.
Xuan Cheng didn't panic. He pressed his right hand down and blocked Ah San's King Kong Finger. Ah San felt a sharp pain coming from his fingertips. It was as if his fingers had poked a piece of Thousand Year Iron. He could feel his fingers breaking inch by inch.
Before Ah San could react, Xuan Cheng's left hand, which was supposed to be a feint, had already grabbed his throat. Ah Da and Ah Er turned pale with fright and hurriedly rushed over to help Ah San. Xuan Cheng smiled and quickly twisted Ah San's neck.
"Kong Xing, I let him die under your famous technique. I hope you can rest in peace."
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