"King Ming of Prison?"
Hearing this name, the crowd began to discuss again. Everyone knew that the King Ming of Prison was a master second only to the Holy Buddha in the Buddhist Heart Zen Temple, but few people had seen his true face.
They only knew that he followed the great wish of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and entered the filthiest and muddy heart prison of the Buddhist Heart Zen Temple to expiate his sins in the Seamless Realm.
He willingly entered the shackles and shackled himself, sharing the same sins as the prisoners in the prison, in order to guard and reform the sinful beings in the prison. He had spent nearly a hundred years in the prison and had never come out again.
For a long time, he sat alone in the prison. He was not only the King Ming who guarded the Buddhist Prison, but also an endless prisoner in the heart prison …
Now that they heard that he broke out of the prison and appeared for the Battle of Arcane Book, everyone was looking forward to it.
Even Ying Feiyang was curious. Although he knew from others that the King Ming of Prison was the host of the Arcane Book, he had only heard of his name and had never seen him. At this time, he could not help but secretly raise his neck to look.
Under the attention of almost everyone present, the cabin door slowly opened, and a bloody smell filled the air …
"This is … demonic aura!"
Ying Feiyang's expression became serious. He was surprised to see the source of the demonic aura. An ascetic monk stepped out of the cabin.
The monk was wearing a ragged kasaya, his hair was disheveled, and his face was pale because he had not seen the sun for a long time. There was no expression on his face, but one could still see his handsome appearance from his chiseled face.
His skin, which was exposed outside his tattered clothes, was densely engraved with Sanskrit scriptures. He had pricked his body with needles and smeared them with paint. This kind of self-torture was daunting, as if his body was just a stone sculpture that was not afraid of erosion or a stinky bag that could be abandoned at any time.
The strange monk, with an indescribable temperament, walked out step by step.
"Welcome, King Ming of Prison!"
It was not until Su Miaoyin bowed to the monk that everyone dared to confirm that he was the most mysterious King Ming of Buddhist Heart Zen Temple, but they were extremely shocked.
Because such a devout and ascetic Buddhist practitioner had a pair of snake eyes!
His eyeballs were a turbid dark yellow, but his pupils were abnormally black and shrunk into a line. Even though his gaze was firm and devout, the innate coldness of the snake's eyes still lingered.
It also reminded everyone of a shocking fact — the King Ming Ming of Buddhism was actually a snake demon!
Just as Ying Feiyang was in a state of shock, he suddenly felt a gust of strong wind brushing past him. The wave of air that it set off was so strong that it made his face hurt. He opened his eyes wide and looked over, only to see a figure that was faster than the wind. The figure was swiftly passing by, and wherever it passed by, the air would emit bursts of explosions.
Other than Lu Tianlan, no one else could have such an amazing speed!
When the explosion of the air reached her ears, Lu Tianlan had already rushed to the front of the King Of Ming at a speed faster than the sound, like a goshawk striking the water. She opened her slender and powerful fingers and clasped the face of the King Of Ming!
The people on the boat had no time to react to the sudden attack, but Lu Tianlan's figure did not stop at all. Instead, she rushed forward at a faster speed.
The King Of Ming of Prison was pressed by Lu Tianlan's face and flew out. Along the way, the waves split and stirred up a white line of turbid water on the river.
In the end, Lu Tianlan pressed him on a reef in the water. Rocks flew everywhere, and the head of the King Of Ming of Prison was pressed into the rock!
"The Tomes of Arcane haven't been opened yet. Why are they fighting first?" Ying Feiyang put his hand on the hilt of the sword and was considering whether to help. Su Miaoyin put her arms in front of him and asked him to wait and see. She didn't look worried at all.
Ying Feiyang looked carefully and saw that the head of the King Of Ming of Prison was pressed into the reef, but his feet were firmly planted, and his whole body was bent into an incredible bridge shape.
If a person was bent like this, his waist would have been broken. But the rock under the feet of the King Of Ming of Prison suddenly shattered, and his whole body bounced up with his feet as the fulcrum, like a taut longbow suddenly loosened. Lu Tianlan was shot out by him, and the King Of Ming of Prison had stood up straight. From the beginning to the end, his palms were still folded in front of his chest, and he had not moved a bit!
Lu Tianlan turned twice in the air and stopped steadily in the air, but she laughed loudly. "If I hadn't seen the Bow Snake Force, I wouldn't have recognized you. No wonder I couldn't find you everywhere. It turns out that you have really become a monk, really a monk …" Lu Tianlan laughed sarcastically and staggered back and forth. But her laughter suddenly became shrill, like a steel knife scraping the bones. "What the hell is wrong with you!"
The King Of Ming of Prison's face was like a stone sculpture, and he was silent.
Lu Tianlan stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and said, "Say something. Aren't you the most eloquent and eloquent person? Why don't you say anything? What the hell is wrong with you! Answer me! "
Lu Tianlan's voice was harsh and aggressive, but the King Of Ming of Prison was still silent, as if he didn't hear anything. Lu Tianlan was furious. She grabbed the collar of the King Of Ming of Prison and threw him on the reef again.
"Crack!" The reef cracked like a spider web, and the remaining force spread out, causing a circle of water curtain to explode on the surface of the water. The King Of Ming of Prison seemed to feel no pain, and he was still silent.
Lu Tianlan curled his five fingers and raised them high. He was about to use the Great God Searching Claw on the King Of Ming of Prison.
But a hand reached out from the water curtain and grabbed his raised arm firmly. "Enough, Lao Wu, it's useless."
The water curtain fell, and the person who showed up was the Master.
The Master grabbed Lu Tianlan's hand, but looked at the tattoos on the body of the King Of Ming of Prison and said, "The Blackwood Walking Zen Method. Seeing me and Lao Wu, you still have a zen heart. You have really reached the state of a blackwood heart. The rumor that we took as a joke is actually true …"
"The Blackwood Walking Zen Method? No wonder the King Of Ming of Prison didn't say anything. " Ying Feiyang suddenly understood. He had heard about the Blackwood Walking Zen Method from the Goddess Ling Xin. It was a kind of ascetic method of Buddhism. The way to practice it was to tattoo scriptures and precepts on the body and abide by the precepts. One of the most important precepts was the verbal precepts.
The focus of the ascetic method was not the word "suffering", but the word "action". The most important thing was to practice what one preached and teach the method with one's body instead of mouth. The practitioner of this method kept his mouth shut and closed the door of his heart. He was like a blackwood, and no matter how others slandered, bullied, or scolded him, he would not defend himself. He would only prove himself and influence others with his actions.
If the practitioner's zen heart was shaken, the scriptures on his body would dim and disappear, and his years of practice would be ruined. But the scriptures on the body of the King Of Ming of Prison were intact, which was a symbol of self-discipline and never wavering.
The Master let go of Lu Tianlan's hand and pulled up the King Of Ming of Prison, saying, "We haven't seen each other for many years. I didn't expect to meet you in this situation. King Of Ming of Prison? Lao Wu? Or should I call you Zhu Zhongting, the Snake King of Bashan! "
A name that had almost been forgotten would become the deepest nightmare once it was mentioned.
"The King Of Ming of Prison is not only a demon, but also the third of the Seven Evils of the Demon Clan? Zhu Zhongting, the Snake King of Bashan! "
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