Chapter 430: Prajna Zen Palm

It was Gui Hai, who was at the middle level of Jindan. After a short period of listening to the Dharma and gaining enlightenment, he unexpectedly broke through temporarily and successfully entered the high level of Jindan!

There is a saying in Buddhism that if you put down your butcher knife, you will become a Buddha on the spot. Gui Hai heard the little monk give a lecture, meditated and gained enlightenment, and broke through the bottleneck in one fell swoop, and advanced his cultivation.

Although Gui Hai had just advanced and his cultivation was not completely stable, his strength was far superior to that of the cultivators of the same level. When he was at the middle level of Jindan, he was sure to challenge the cultivators of the high level of Jindan. Now that he has successfully advanced, how could he take ordinary cultivators of the same level seriously? Seeing the fierce light in the eyes of the high-level Jindan cultivator, Gui Hai grinned honestly, and the ghost-head knife was already tightly grasped in his hand, ready to go.

The sophisticated Du Jiu could naturally see that Gui Hai's combat power was much stronger than his, but at this moment he was in a dilemma. If he turned around and left, how could he survive in the future?

But at this moment, Mie Yuan came over.

"Amitabha! My Wanning Temple is a quiet place, how can you mess around at will?"

"What a Wanning Temple! What a quiet place! When this high-level Jindan 'Daoyou' bullied the weak just now, why didn't anyone from Wanning Temple jump out to uphold justice?"

Xiao Mian was already full of anger, and now he saw that the middle-aged monk who appeared was clearly biased towards Du Jiu, and he was even more angry. Thinking about the fact that many Buddhist monks deliberately became demons and ambushed the little monk along the way, Xiao Mian's impression of Buddhist monks can be said to be bad to the extreme. Since the little monk doesn't mind his nonsense, he might as well make a bigger and more severe noise to let these big bald heads remember it for a long time!

"Amitabha! Boy, don't be too arrogant!"

As a quasi-Yuanying monk, especially the head of the Wanning Temple Discipline Hall, people usually call him "Mieyuan Divine Monk" when they see him. When has he ever been treated so contemptuously?

"If the road is uneven, someone will step on it. If things are unfair, someone will say it! I call you a senior because you are a high monk of Wanning Temple, but, senior, don't be too arrogant!"

The monk Mieyuan was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Xiao Mian in disbelief.

But at this moment, Guihai and Tuoba Lan smiled at each other.

"Haha..., Brother Qingyun is indeed my confidant of Guihai! As soon as he opened his mouth, he said what I wanted to say. Since Wanning Temple has invited the little saint monk to give a lecture, is there a clear rule that does not allow monks of different kinds to listen to the little saint monk's explanation of the Buddhist path? If there is, we will turn around and leave, and then we will announce to the world on behalf of Wanning Temple: Buddhist lectures are only accepted by monks who have converted to Buddhism. Other people, please stay away!"

Guihai's words made the monk Mieyuan frown slightly. The Buddha once said: Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot. Even the devil can be converted to Buddhism. He dare not say such a thing!

However, in this way, it was natural for Zhu Yanji, as a ghost cultivator, to listen to the little monk's preaching. Instead, it was Du Jiu who provoked him unreasonably and became the culprit of the incident.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Du Jiu slowly retreated and planned to run away.

He, a casual cultivator, Du Jiu, could retreat, but the landowner, the monk Mieyuan, could not retreat!

After his deep eyes swept over Xiao Mian, Gui Hai and Tuoba Lan one by one, the monk Mieyuan was secretly annoyed in his heart - these three people were obviously outstanding people, and their future achievements were limitless. Why should he offend them for Du Jiu?

But now the arrow was on the string, and he had no choice but to shoot it...

"I see that the three donors are all intelligent, so I will not pursue the matter of disturbing the little monk's preaching today, but there must be an explanation for slandering my Wanning Temple!"

"What do you want, old monk? Why not draw a line!"

It was Tuoba Lan, who was arrogant in an uncharacteristic way.

In fact, the appearance of the Divine Monk Mieyuan looked like a middle-aged man of about 40 years old. At most, he could be called a great monk, but Tuoba Lan deliberately called him an old monk.

Although the Divine Monk Mieyuan was secretly angry, since he wanted to settle the matter peacefully, he did not want to care too much about these trivial matters. However, the rude words of Xiao Mian and the other two to Wanning Temple must be punished, otherwise it would be unpleasant to hear if it was spread.

"Amitabha! If the three little donors can take the three palms of the poor monk, today's matter will be forgiven. If you can't take it, please retreat in Wanning Temple for three years!"

In the eyes of the Divine Monk Mieyuan, his solution was very reasonable. Even if Xiao Mian and the other two couldn't take his three palms, he would not make it difficult for them. He only asked the three to stay in seclusion in the back mountain of Wanning Temple for three years to show the style of the great sect of Wanning Temple.

Unexpectedly, these words attracted three cold snorts in the ears of Xiao Mian and the other two.

Xiao Mian, Gui Hai, Tuoba Lan, these three are more arrogant than each other. Although Tuoba Lan is usually gentle and elegant, once he becomes cold and arrogant, even Xiao Mian will feel inferior to him.

However, although they are arrogant, they are not stupid.

With Gui Hai's cultivation level just advancing to the high level of Jindan, it is not difficult to take the palm of Mieyuan from the quasi-Yuanying cultivator, but Xiao Mian and Tuoba Lan are only at the initial stage of Jindan after all. How can they face the monk Mieyuan head-on? I think Mieyuan dare not kill them in public, but if he can't take it, the face is a small matter, and the three-year confinement is a big matter!

Thinking of this, the three looked at each other and smiled.

"The elder's gift, don't dare to refuse! Since this old monk wants to teach the three juniors' cultivation, we naturally dare not disobey. However, the three of us brothers have always been of one mind and one heart, and we walk together and sleep together. How about we three join hands to take the three palms from the elder?"

"Hehe..., it's okay! It's okay! But I have something to say in advance: since the three little donors are so close, if one of them fails to take my palm power later, the three little donors will have to practice together in my Wanning Temple for three years!"

"That makes sense!"

"Then, the three little donors, be careful!"

Having said this, Xiao Mian and the other three were ready.

The next moment, Mieyuan seemed to casually wave a palm.

This palm was not a name, but Mieyuan was just trying to test the strength of the three.

But as a quasi-Nascent Soul cultivator, even a casual attack between his hands and feet was enough to make Xiao Mian and the other two very nervous. Because of the constant exchange of ideas during the past few days, the three knew each other's strength very well, and therefore, they had already divided the work.

Xiao Mian raised his hand and used three Ice Soul Finger, intending to freeze the opponent's palm power, but the palm power emitted by Mieyuan was extremely condensed and thick. Although the Ice Soul Finger hit the palm power, it did not stop the palm power's offensive. Seeing this, Xiao Mian raised his fist and slammed into the palm print. At the same time, the wind wings and ghost-headed knife also turned into two dragon shadows.

For a moment, the golden fist shadow, the blue wind dragon and the black ghost dragon were in a trinity, hitting the palm print in the air, unable to move forward.

Although the palm power contained the pure true essence of the monk Mieyuan, after the palm power left the body, the true essence would eventually be exhausted. After a long time, the palm print shattered.

The first palm, the three people were unharmed, and the palm print was broken without success.

Everyone at the scene talked about it, but the monk Mieyuan didn't care.

Then, the monk Mieyuan raised his right hand, concentrating and calming his mind. It was obvious that he was launching some secret technique. However, as time went by, the monk Mieyuan's right hand did not show any abnormality. Finally, the monk Mieyuan gently pushed out a palm.

This palm has a name, it is one of the 72 unique skills of Buddhism-Prajna Zen Palm!

Prajna Zen Palm, colorless and invisible.

After the palm force left the body, it was clearly possible to feel the overwhelming pressure, but no matter how Xiao Mian and the other two observed, they could not see the specific existence of the palm force.

Xiao Mian and the other two also knew that this was the highlight, and they all used their true skills.

Gui Hai's ghost-head knife and Tuoba Lan's wind wings mixed together, turning into a huge half-black and half-green flying dragon, rushing forward.

With a bang, the void in front was hit by the black-green flying dragon and paused for a moment, but then the black-green flying dragon was pushed away. The black-green flying dragon persevered and bombarded the giant palm in the void again and again. After each bombardment, the black-green flying dragon would shrink a little, obviously constantly consuming its own spiritual energy. But even so, the place where the black-green flying dragon hit was getting closer and closer to the three people. Obviously, the colorless and invisible Prajna Zen palm was slowly and firmly approaching Xiao Mian and the other three.

At this time, another five-colored sword dragon flew up from Xiao Mian's hand and joined the offensive. Under the control of the three, all the spiritual energy was twisted together, turning into a seven-color dragon, roaring and crashing forward, finally pushing the Prajna Zen palm away a little.

But even so, the situation is not optimistic.

If they were to engage in a protracted battle with the Mieyuan Divine Monk, the three people's true energy would be greatly consumed. How could they still take on the third palm that the Mieyuan Divine Monk had not yet released?

Even with my knees, I could imagine: that third palm would definitely be more powerful than the second palm!