The old abbot of Lingyin Temple did not say anything. He thought Huo Chenan did it on purpose to protect the treasure of Buddhism, but it would inevitably make outsiders look down on Buddhism in the Central Plains.
He chanted the Buddha's name and said to Huo Chenan: "Amitabha, donor, please go back."
But Huo Chenan did not leave. What a joke. He was still waiting to cross the dojo!
Huo Chenan walked to the middle of the dojo in the surprised eyes of everyone.
He first bowed to the old abbot, and then turned to the foreign monk who had just spoken and said: "You want to end it quickly, right? Then it's as you wish."
Then, under the surprised eyes of everyone, he walked to the foreign monk who had just spoken and said loudly:
"There is no Bodhi tree, and the bright mirror is not a stand. There is nothing originally, so where can dust be raised."
After speaking, he strode down the stage without looking back. Just after this series of actions, he had successfully crossed the dojo.
Quiet, so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.
Huo Chenan walked in front of the crowd, and the crowd even automatically made a way for him to pass.
This is a kind of awe for the strong.
At this time, the monks on the stage were still in extreme shock.
"There is no Bodhi tree, and the mirror is not a stage. There is nothing originally, so where can dust be raised? Good, good. Only those with great wisdom can say it."
This verse can be said to have completely refuted the verse of the foreign monk.
"There is nothing originally, so where can dust be raised." Why do you need to "wipe diligently from time to time, so that there will be no dust."
This can only mean that the foreign monk's six roots are not pure, so he needs to "clean" from time to time.
"Wonderful, wonderful, only those who have great enlightenment can get it." Another monk said.
"Is this person the reincarnation of the Fifth Patriarch?"
"The reincarnation of the Fifth Patriarch is the Sixth Patriarch."
The foreign monks on the opposite side looked very ugly at this time.
Just when they were about to succeed, they never thought that Cheng Yaojin would come out halfway. At this time, they hated Huo Chenan so much.
The foreign monks were racking their brains to figure out how to crack Huo Chenan's verse.
At this time, the leading foreign monk happened to hear the discussion of the monks in Lingyin Temple, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: Humph, let you find the sixth son of Buddhism?
He used the Tantric method to transmit the sound into the secret, and ordered the foreign monks behind him: "Kill the man just now."
The foreign monk took the order and left. Everyone didn't care, just thought he was going to the toilet.
The martial arts of the leading foreign monk seemed to have reached the eighth level. At this time, he had only one idea in his mind, that is, he would rather kill the wrong person than let him go.
On the Lingyin Temple side, everyone was still immersed in the joy of victory from heaven.
The onlookers were also stunned at this time.
Originally thought that he was just a bronze, not bronze, at most a troublemaker, but he didn't expect it to be a king.
"Brother, do you think that the Buddha heard our prayers just now and sent this person to help us?"
"Is it possible that the person is the incarnation of the Buddha?"
Hearing this, the man widened his eyes and looked at his companion in disbelief.
"And the little sister he mentioned may be Guanyin Bodhisattva."
"Amitabha, sin, sin, at first I thought he came to..."
The pilgrims watching around him already admired Huo Chenan so much.
Even the way Huo Chenan called his little sister just now seemed majestic to them.
...
At this time, the situation on the field was completely reversed. The Western Regions monks were dejected and could not think of a way to crack the situation. On the other hand, on the Lingyin Temple side, everyone was frustrated for a day and finally raised their heads and were proud of themselves.
The audience around also started to make a noise:
"Is it okay?"
"Yes."
"Where you come from, you will go back there!"
"Just admit defeat as soon as possible, or you will miss the carriage back to the Western Regions."
The Western Regions foreign monk never expected that his good situation would be instantly destroyed and he would be defeated because of a word from a little servant.
In desperation, the Western Regions foreign monk chose to admit defeat.
They left Lingyin Temple in disgrace amid the cheers of the surrounding crowd.
The old abbot said to the monks at this time: "Let's go find that layman. If he is really the sixth ancestor, he must be converted to Buddhism."
...
Huo Chenan was chasing Chu Xiaomei at this time.
If he knew what the old abbot was thinking, he would definitely be furious and say: "Bald donkey, why are you repaying kindness with enmity."
"Little sister, little sister." Huo Chenan shouted while running.
The whole back mountain was filled with shouts of "little sister".
Although Chu Xiaomei kept walking, she had a smile on her face.
When Huo Chenan caught up with her, Chu Xiaomei returned to her usual cold appearance.
Huo Chenan grabbed Chu Xiaomei's hand and said breathlessly: "Little sister, are you okay?"
"None of your business." Chu Xiaomei said coldly.
As soon as she finished speaking, a sense of danger surged into her heart.
She looked around and suddenly found that in the woods behind Huo Chenan, a foreign monk was holding a blowgun and preparing to shoot.
The next moment, a black iron nail shot out and headed straight for Huo Chenan's back.
Just when Huo Chenan was confused and didn't know what was going on, Chu Xiaomei pushed him away with force.
The next moment, with a plop, Huo Chenan fell directly on the mountain road. At the same time, with a "pop", the sound of metal piercing flesh was buried by the sound of Huo Chenan falling down, and the iron nail pierced into Chu Xiaomei's right chest.
"Little sister, why are you being so petty?" Huo Chenan complained as he got up.
Chu Xiaomei ignored Huo Chenan, and after confirming that he was fine, she pulled out the iron nail from her chest.