Chapter 2792 Sword Cuts Down Arhat, Knife Breaks Golden Body

"What do you mean by the donor's words?"

The little monk Jingsi looked confused. He didn't understand what this sentence had to do with women, so he asked in confusion.

Xu Zisheng's expression on the outside became strange, and he secretly complained in his heart.

"Xu Qian, this kid, actually drives openly. He is really confident. People who bully this world don't understand this connotation!"

Xu Qian's eyes were fixed on the little monk Jingsi, and he laughed sarcastically.

"Then I have a few things to ask you, Master. Have you ever supported your parents? Have you worked hard to run a family? Have you ever picked up a hoe and planted a field?"

Xu Qi'an seemed very angry and let out a series of questioning sounds, which shook the void and reached the ears of the little monk Jingsi, causing ripples.

"Buddhism does not care about childbirth. It chants sutras and recites Buddha's name all day long. It needs pilgrims to support you. I ask you, what sutra are you reciting and what Buddha are you reciting? If you walk around the world as a bystander, you will realize it. The sufferings of all living beings? You have only experienced the eight sufferings of life, and you are nothing more than a fake monk!"

Jingsi pondered for a long time, with a dull expression on his face, and spoke slowly.

"When a Buddha observes everything in the world, he naturally understands the suffering in the world."

"good!"

Xu Qian nodded, pulled out the long knife from his waist, and cut a bloody wound on his arm. He covered the wound, looked at Jingsi, and asked.

"Master, do you think I'm in pain?"

"How can it not be painful if the blade is applied to the body?"

Jingsi clasped his hands together, with a solemn appearance, and his eyes were filled with compassion, and he answered firmly.

"Then you know how much pain I feel?"

Jingsi was silent. He was protected by a diamond and could not be harmed by the blade. He really could not answer this question.

"Don't you understand, Master?"

Xu Qian sighed, his face full of disdain, and scolded.

"This is what you call contemplation. You only know that I am in pain, but you don't know how much it hurts. You only know about the suffering in the world, but you definitely don't know how painful it is. You can't even understand the suffering of sentient beings, so how can you save all sentient beings? , isn’t it a joke!”

Monk Jingsi felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his pupils were slightly dilated, his face was dull, and he was speechless.

Buddhist monks are the best at eloquence and Zen. No one can defeat them. However, Xu Qi'an's words rendered him speechless. He has already lost the battle.

At this time, Xu Qian threw the black gold sword in front of Monk Jingsi and said in a deep voice.

"Master, if you think what I'm saying is wrong and you think you can really experience the suffering of all sentient beings, why don't you try it yourself?!"

Jingsi raised his head, his Zen heart was shaken, his eyes were a bit confused, and he murmured to himself.

"Try it yourself?"

Xu Qian looked solemn, nodded, and said very seriously.

"Put away your indestructible body and make a cut on your arm, and you will be able to understand my pain and understand the true Dharma!"

Monk Jingsi shook his head wildly, his Zen heart trembling, and he hesitated.

"If I put away my indestructible body, I will lose."

"Monks have all the four elements in vain, but the master is so obsessed with winning and losing. He has already fallen behind."

Xu Qi'an followed the temptation, like the big bad wolf who deceived Little Red Riding Hood, and finally showed his fox tail. He actually wanted to win without fighting and took advantage of opportunities.

"After losing a battle, the master saw a broader sky and realized the true Dharma. Which is more important or less important is up to the master to decide."

"Monks have nothing in common and should not be obsessed with winning or losing."

Monk Jingsi's expression gradually became complicated, revealing a look of tangle and struggle. He slowly stretched out his hand and held the black gold sword.

Jingsi has been practicing Buddhism since he was a child. He may have profound Buddhist teachings, but he lacks some experience accumulated in the human world. He has strength, but his state of mind is not perfect. He lacks experience and precipitation. This is his flaw. That's why I was bewitched by Xu Qi'an's words and shook my Zen heart.

"Well done!"

The civil servants' eyes lit up and they cheered secretly. Attacking the city is the bottom priority, and attacking the heart is the top priority. This step coincides with the art of war, which is extremely wonderful. Compared to fighting and killing, Xu Qian's operation of breaking the Vajra Formation gave the civil servants a greater sense of recognition.

All the civil servants had a thought in their minds at the same time and sighed secretly.

"It's a pity that this kid doesn't study!"

Just when the little monk Jingsi was about to put away his vajra body and try the pain, a sound of the Buddha's name vibrated into the mind of the good monk Jingsi, like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, and he was enlightened.

"Jingsi, you're obsessed."

The handsome young monk seemed to have woken up from a dream, and retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted. He quickly clasped his hands together and kept chanting the Buddha's name, and his eyes gradually regained clarity.

"Asshole!"

Xu Zisheng was furious, holding the chubby little girl in his hands, glaring at Master Due and scolding.

"Du'er Luohan, can you Buddhists not afford to lose?"

A majestic and righteous energy surged out into the sky, and the blazing white light suppressed the Buddha's light in the air. The divine power was majestic and inviolable.

"The test of the Diamond Formation is to test the strength of those who enter the formation, not to use words to deceive and trick Buddhist disciples into voluntarily admitting defeat!"

Master Du'e, with his majestic appearance, turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear to the angry glares and scoldings of Dafeng's civil and military officials. He looked as immovable as a mountain. He had obviously made up his mind and would not allow Xu Qi'an to take advantage of the situation.

The dignitaries showed angry faces and were generally restrained. The onlookers and unruly people in the world didn't care so much. They shouted angrily and even clashed with the imperial guards.

"Shameless bald donkey, this is clearly fraud, we don't care, the Vajra Formation has been broken."

"The Buddhist sect is so shameless. If the Buddhist sect wins the fight today, we will not recognize it."

Xu Zisheng snorted coldly, his anger was unbearable, and his righteous spirit turned into a towering sword, which fell from the sky and slashed fiercely at Master Du'e.

"No matter how eloquent you are, you can't change the fact that you interfered in this fight!"

"Take my sword, and the matter is over!"

"Amitabha!"

A ray of Buddha's light surged out of Master Du'e's body, shining with golden light, and an extremely huge image of the thief-killing Arhat appeared in the air, with two huge hands clenched into iron fists, and slammed into the sword that fell from the sky.

"Boom!"

The air wave rolled, and the supervisor and others hurriedly took action to disperse the extremely terrifying air wave to avoid harming the lives of millions of people in Kyoto City.

The sharp edge of the upright divine sword was exposed, and it could cut through anything. With one sword, the Arhat's Dharma image was cut in half. Master Du'e's skinny body shook violently, and he uttered a low groan. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. His face was sallow and his eyes were dim. It was obvious that he was injured by Xu Zisheng's sword.

"The Arhat fruit position of killing the thief is still a little short after all!"

Xu Zisheng put away his majestic and violent righteousness, and showed a bit of disdain on his face. He sat down again and put Xu Lingyin on his lap.

The little guy didn't make a fuss, and was still nibbling the cake in his hand. He was obviously very full, but he was still unwilling to give up the food. He was too greedy.

Xu Zisheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He stretched out his hand to take the cake from the little girl's hand. He immediately felt the little girl's anger and said with a smile.

"You can't eat anymore. If you eat more, you will be full!"

Xu Lingyin sighed, looking like a little adult, and said sadly.

"It would be great if my stomach could never be filled, so I could keep eating!"

After saying that, the little girl patted her bloated belly, her eyebrows drooping, and her eyes reluctantly looked at the uneaten pastries and other delicacies on the table.

Wei Yuan had just dispersed the aftermath of the fight. Hearing Xu Lingyin's words, the deep-minded eunuch in blue couldn't help but frowned, looking at the little girl with a strange look. There was really no normal young man in the Xu family. She was worthy of being Xu Qi'an's sister. She had the same character, wanting to eat more and take more, and was never satisfied.

"The monks outside the field could hear the conversation between me and Jingsi, how could it be like this? There are both literary and martial arts fights, and each depends on their own abilities. It's too much for the outsiders to forcibly intervene!"

Xu Qi'an kept cursing the old monk Du'e in his heart. He was so shameless that he intervened in the fight, which was simply a rogue.

At this point, Xu Qi'an also realized that it was useless to say more. He sat on the steps, closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, speeding up the recovery of his spirit. Since opportunistic tricks didn't work, he would use his real ability to break the golden body of the young monk Jingsi.

"Xu Qi'an, can you hear me?"

Suddenly a voice sounded in Xu Qi'an's heart. This was the great magical power of heart-to-heart communication, similar to the Buddhist telepathy, which could communicate without language or sound.

Xu Qi'an's expression moved slightly, but he didn't open his eyes. He heard that the owner of the voice was Xu Zisheng, and silently said in his heart.

"My Lord, do you have any instructions?"

"After the breathing is adjusted, you can do it with confidence, and leave everything to me. Du'e, the old bald donkey, dared to cheat. I will let him lose more than he gains, and break the Vajra body of the young monk Jingsi, so that he will regret it!"

Xu Qi'an was overjoyed when he heard this. With the help of Xu's father, it was easy for him to capture a young monk with a sixth-grade Vajra body and knead it at will.

A quarter of an hour later, Xu Qi'an opened his eyes, his spirit had fully recovered, he picked up the long sword that was thrown on the ground by Monk Jingsi, sheathed it, and held the handle with his right hand. With Xu Zisheng's secret cheating, Xu Qi'an was full of confidence and amazing momentum. He smiled at the young monk Jingsi, with the demeanor of a master, and said loudly.

"I will only make one move, and this move will determine your life or death."

The voice was transmitted to the outside through the scroll, and there was an uproar. No matter laymen or experts, no matter commoners or nobles, after hearing this, they all felt incredible and were shocked by Xu Qi'an's confidence and courage.

Xu Qi'an settled all his emotions, restrained all his qi, and the breath in his body collapsed inward, and his dantian was like a black hole. This was an indispensable process of accumulating power for the Heaven and Earth Slash.

"Since you cheated, don't blame me for cheating!"

Xu Qi'an closed his eyes again, and his mental power collapsed and retracted synchronously, connecting to the blood and qi in his body. Suddenly, a huge qi surged out from deep inside his body, full of a vast and upright breath. This is the righteous qi. When did it enter my body?

When Xu Zisheng attacked Master Du'e, he secretly injected a righteous qi into the golden bowl and integrated it into Xu Qi'an's body, hiding it. Even the supervisor of the first-grade sorcerer did not find it. It was very secretive.

The righteous qi hidden in Xu Qi'an's body revived, and it turned into Xu Qi'an's limbs and bones, turning into pure qi. There was no wind above Foshan, but Xu Qi'an's robe fluttered and rustled. He still closed his eyes, like a sleeping overlord, waking up little by little. The world seemed to tremble and shiver for his revival.

"What's going on? Am I dazzled? Why do I feel like the world is shaking?"

"It's Foshan, Foshan is shaking, Foshan is shaking!"

"Xu Qiyan's aura has shaken Foshan, he's going to draw his sword!"

At this point everyone saw that Xu Qiyan's sword would be earth-shattering, weeping ghosts and gods, and extremely fierce.

"Amitabha!"

Jingsi held the magic formula in his hand, standing still, but the clouds and mist in the Buddha's realm moved, scattering fine golden light, merging into the golden body, and the Buddha's light became more and more brilliant and sacred, blooming with thousands of brilliant lights, like the rising sun.

All the people watching the fight stood up and walked out of the shed. They raised their heads, widened their eyes, concentrated and held their breath, and dared not breathe, for fear of disturbing Xu Qian'an in the golden bowl.

Clang! The sound of drawing the sword was like thunder, resounding through the world. There is no other sword in the world that is so eye-catching and affects the hearts of countless people.

This sword is resolute and unstoppable, with brilliant sword light, violent sword energy, and extremely fast, like lightning, cutting everything and destroying everything.

Everyone outside the field clearly saw the golden body shattered, and saw the layers of golden light being blown away like mist. It was the unparalleled sword intent that drove away the golden light, cut through the flesh and blood, and almost split the young monk Jingsi in two.

On the field, Xu Qi'an stood proudly, the long sword in his hand returned to the sheath, his demeanor was unruly, his edge was exposed, and he was insolent.

The young monk Jingsi fell to the ground, his breath was extremely weak, the fire of life was flickering, the knife marks on his chest and abdomen were deep into the bones, and the damaged organs could be clearly seen. His face was pale, without a trace of blood, and he could no longer maintain the meditation posture. A series of fine golden lights gathered again and merged into his wounds, trying to repair his flesh and blood, but were blocked by the supreme sword energy hidden in the knife marks.

The young monk Jingsi was undefeated in the South City Arena, indestructible, and his body was strong, but now he was cut by a knife in full view of the public, and he almost died.

"I said, I only use one knife!"

Xu Qi'an stood with his hands behind his back and stepped towards the top of the mountain, leaving only an invincible and lonely back to the millions of people in Kyoto, which made the white-clothed sorcerer Yang Qianhuan in the outside world stare with wide eyes, look crazy, and mutter to himself like crazy.

"This glory should have belonged to me. I turned my back on the world, was isolated from the world, and was full of the loneliness of an invincible master, which made people look up to me!"

"Teacher Jianzheng has misled me!"

At this moment, the whole city of Kyoto was silent. After a while, there was an uproar and a bustle of people. Some people screamed, some cheered, and some even burst into tears, sweeping away the frustration of many days.

"My Dafeng is the orthodox of Kyushu, and the best in the world in terms of civil and military affairs!"

Some scholars were unrestrained and indulged themselves. They clenched their fists, raised them above their heads, and shouted hoarsely.

"Xu Shikui is the best in martial arts, the best in the world!"

Xu Qi'an, with his ability to copy the text, wrote many amazing works and was praised by scholars as the best in poetry. Xu Zhiping also endured countless insults because he arranged Xu Qi'an to learn martial arts and believed that Xu Qi'an did not have the qualifications to learn literature. He was called Xu Zhiping, who was not a human son.

In the Star Observatory and the Bagua Platform, Emperor Yuan Jing also showed a somewhat relieved smile on his old face and murmured.

"The Vajra Formation has been broken, Xu Qi'an did not disappoint!"

"Jianzheng, you really have a plan. It is right to choose Xu Qi'an. He deserves the court's cultivation!"

Emperor Yuan Jing completely forgot his disgust for Xu Qi'an at this moment, and was sincerely happy. If Xu Qi'an could reach the top of the mountain alone and win the fight, he would not have to put down his face, condescend to ask Xu Zisheng for help.

Jianzheng held a wine glass in his hand. He did not speak after hearing this. He lowered his head and took a sip. A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. Something was wrong.

"Xu Qi'an's performance is not right. He does not have such a strong cultivation. In front of the Buddhist sect, he dare not use the power of the monk Shenshu in his body. Who is the one who secretly made a move and could hide his perception!"

Jianzheng raised his head and looked at the spirit shed below. His eyes suddenly froze and stopped on a calm figure. His performance was different from others. There was no excitement. He was as calm as the abyss, deep and restrained.

"Could it be him? The second-rank scholar should not be able to hide his perception, unless..."

A terrifying thought emerged in the mind of the supervisor. He vaguely guessed the truth, and his eyes widened instantly, filled with disbelief.

"He has entered the realm of the first-rank sub-sage!"

Xu Qi'an shuttled through the misty mountains and forests. After walking for a quarter of an hour, the front suddenly opened up. There were jagged rocks and sparse vegetation. There was a huge Bodhi tree, and an old monk was sitting under the tree.

Xu Qi'an knew that this was the third level. He was not far from the top of the mountain at this time. After passing this level, there should be another level on the top of the mountain, which is also the last level.

Xu Qi'an stopped and stood in front of the old monk, clasped his hands together, and asked sincerely.

"Master, what are we competing for in this level?"

The old monk chanted the Buddha's name, his voice was old, full of the breath of time, his eyes were turbid, but with the light of wisdom, he spoke slowly.

"The donor's mind is not calm."

The old monk's tone was like that of the old monk as soon as he opened his mouth, which made Xu Qi'an complain in his heart and showed an expression of disagreement on his face. He asked back.

"Why should the mind be calm?"

"When the mind is calm, the law will be born. With the law, there is Buddha. With Buddha, one can transcend the sea of ​​suffering."

The old monk looked solemn and majestic, with a faint golden light shining all over his body, like a Buddha, full of wisdom and compassion.

"Why do you want to transcend the sea of ​​suffering?"

"Why not transcend?"

"Why should you transcend."

"Why not transcend."

Xu Qi'an was like a nitpicker, constantly asking the same question, and the old monk was not annoyed. He asked again every time, slowly and calmly, full of a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.

"What are they talking about?"

"They are talking about Zen, and you can't understand it?!"

"You understand? Then tell me what they are talking about!"

"Nonsense, if I could understand, I would be a great monk. But it is because I can't understand that there is a mystery."

"So that's it!"

The people outside were whispering to each other, with different reactions. Some people frowned, chewing on their conversation word by word, trying to understand the Zen from it, while others nodded slightly, or shook their heads, looking like they had realized something.

Xu Zisheng's mouth kept twitching, and his face was full of black lines. According to his understanding of Xu Qi'an, he was uneducated and incompetent. That kid was just talking nonsense and didn't understand Zen at all.

Sure enough, Xu Qi'an's next words made countless people stunned in place, with embarrassed expressions on their faces, wishing there was a crack in the ground so they could get in directly. It was too social.

"Master, let's speak human language. I just talked nonsense!"