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Chapter 968

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    In Shaolin Temple, in a quiet room, Kong Wen sat upright with his eyes closed, two white eyebrows protruding from his cheeks, drooping down, still thinking about the mysterious dharma body that passed by before.

    Who is he, where is he from, and why does he have no memory at all?

    I have been certified as the golden body of Arhat for more than a hundred years. I have seen many rising stars achieve the dharma body, and I have seen many talented juniors encounter difficulties and stagnate.  Looking to the extreme north, wandering around the world, looking for other worlds with living creatures, but the image of a man in green robe and a woman in light yellow dress never appeared in his mind.

    And this is unless they have never walked in the rivers and lakes, or they are old monsters who have been reclusive before they broke through Tongren Lane?

    Could it be a hermit sect, like the Lanke Temple that has been gone for decades?

    Thinking of Lanke Temple, Kong Wen¡¯s heart palpitates for a while. Not to mention the adventures he encountered when he was young.  I can't find Lanke Temple anymore, and according to the nature of the Pure Land of the Saogakaya, it should not disappear inexplicably, unless it is completely broken, or there are other reasons. Like it, other dilapidated pure lands that remain are also missing.

    Reminiscent of the mysterious collapse of the inheritance of the true meaning of Zhenpai's magical skills, and all kinds of weird things 40 years ago, the answer seems to be coming out, but I can't see through the fog, as if I have forgotten something, but what is certain is that the truth will be very  Horror, enough to break the mind.

    "Namo Amitabha Buddha." Kong Wen chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, and decided to go on a fugue again. He suspected that the mysterious dharma bodies before came from the pure land or cave heaven that disappeared strangely. Maybe they reappeared in the world!

    If you still haven't found it, go back to the temple and look through the classics of the previous generations to see if they are old monsters that have not decayed in time.

    His body became transparent, the glass was like gold, and his spiritual consciousness came out, traveling between heaven and earth.

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    Outside the Daxiong Palace, several handyman monks carried brooms and other things, held their breath and pushed open the half-closed door, intending to clean up the place.

    As soon as the door was opened, they saw two glazed lamps burning quietly in front of the Buddha, exuding a dim light. The statue of the golden Buddha statue was solemn, compassionate and merciful.  In front of him stood a figure in a green shirt. He was wearing a cloud fan crown, his temples were gray, his hands were behind his back, bathed in the warm light of the lamp, he raised his head slightly, and looked at the statue of Buddha, leisurely and contented. Beside him, there was another  A woman in light yellow clothes stood in a dimly lit place, concealing a bit of brilliance and adding a lot of tranquility.

    Someone is in the Daxiong Palace!

    Someone quietly broke into the Daxiong Palace!

    The servant monks were no more unresponsive than real disciples, and it took a long time to recover, stumbled and ran out, some shouted loudly, and some looked for the chief elders who were nearby.

    In a short while, the Shaolin Great Formation was hidden and opened, and there was a glazed luster in the mid-air. The first seat in the Bodhidharma Court was empty, the first seat in the Bodhi Court was Wusi, and the first seat in the Precepts Court was Wujing.  , with a solemn expression, quietly surrounded Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei in the center.

    Meng Qi kept his composure, looked at the familiar chief elders, pacing with his hands behind his back, unrestrained, and every step he took not only did not affect the momentum of the monks who were ready to go, but stepped on their inner world.  In terms of cardinal rhythm, the momentum that allowed them to gather was always interrupted, making them very uncomfortable and unable to make a move.

    After a few more breaths, Abbot Kongwen, who was awakened by Xuan Bei, stepped into the Daxiong Hall holding a nine-ringed tin stick, looked at Meng Qi, raised one hand, and said a Buddha's name: "I don't know why the benefactor came to my Shaolin?"

    He had long recognized that it was the mysterious Dharma Body who passed by just now, and he did not accuse him of sneaking in rashly, and pointed directly at the goal.

    At the same time, he preliminarily judged from Jiang Zhiwei's breath and saber refining characteristics that she is from the Xijiange lineage, but her strength is far superior to Zhou Taichong, the strongest Xijiange.

    Could it be that he is an outstanding person who has been closed for one or two hundred years in Xijiange and can still successfully step out of the death test?

    But the mysterious dharma body is not like the person who cleans the sword pavilion

    Meng Qi smiled slightly, and asked back with his left hand: "Abbot Kongwen, let's change positions. It's a bit of a reverse of subject and guest at present."

    At this time, Meng Qi was standing in front of the statue of Buddha, while Kong Wen was in the place of entering the hall, it seemed that the former was the host and the latter was the guest.

    Kong Wen saw that Meng Qi's posture was peaceful and showed no hostility, so he raised one hand again, saluted, kept vigilant, and crossed Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei.

    After the host and guest were divided, Meng Qi still seemed to have returned to his own home, and said calmly, "Everyone, sit down and we'll talk."

    Without waiting for the Shaolin monks to agree, he himself sat cross-legged on the futon in the hallExclusive!  "

    ?The grand sound enters the ears, and the Kurong Bodhi blooms with a clear light of glass, both dry and prosperous, pointing directly to the bottom of the heart, with a long Zen flavor.

    Kong Wen seemed to have realized something and wanted to grasp this idea, while the other monks were already intoxicated, intoxicated by the Dharma, and intoxicated by the slapstick of "I am the only one".

    Then, Kong Wen saw the man in the green robe with gray sideburns slowly get up, walk out of the Great Hall with his hands behind his back, leisurely and contented.

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    Living Buddha Hutuktu first came to Shaolin, and Kongwen was one of the most important enemies.

    "Not only am I healed from my injuries now, but I also have further opportunities to challenge powerful enemies one by one, defeat them, and accumulate momentum and confidence." Hutuktu walked up the stairs, his momentum restrained, and his mind was full of high-spirited thoughts.  Feeling.

    At this time, he saw a man in green robe and a woman in light yellow clothes coming down from Shaolin, he didn't care much, and passed them by.

    They lived in peace with each other and walked a few more steps. Suddenly, Hutuktu's heart moved, and he turned his head and smiled at Jiang Zhi:

    "I haven't been in the rivers and lakes for many years. I didn't expect such talents to be poured out of Xijiange. Zhou Taichong is safe now?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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