One Piece: Flowing Blade-Like Flame

Zhang Yang glanced at everyone and saw everyone looking forward to him.

"To be honest, I don't know which of the two of them will win. The difference between the two of them is not big. Although they are more open-minded in terms of cultivation base, Duguxin's combat experience is relatively rich. Many, so the outcome is between five and five."

"Don't think about it now, let's watch their competition, it will start soon."

Sure enough, both people on the stage had signs of movement.

Dugu Xin slowly pulled out his "broken sword". And Huaikong also prepared for the attack with the long stick in his hand.

Duguxin's sword looked very broken, but when the sword was drawn out of the sheath, a cold light flashed, and everyone in the flashing stage was a flower in front of them.

Dugu's heart moved first. He raised his sword and stabs directly. There is no magnificent move, just a simple straight stab, but it is a simple move that seems to have a strong coercion, except on the stage. Those old guys and others felt a strong chill, even in such a sunny day, many low-powered people shuddered unconsciously. And I can't help but think of:

"What would I do if something stabbed me."

Although this sword is very direct, fierce, and abrupt, but I am still calm because I face the long stick in my hand and fend off the stabbed sword with great strength, and then use the momentum to sweep the tail of the stick towards Dugu Heart. , Du Guxin dodged the swept stick in the air with an somersault, but she didn't give him a chance while carrying the stick and continued to chase away. The two of you have come to me for nearly fifty rounds, and there is no difference between them, and the two of them are getting more and more interested in the battle. They retreated with one blow, but they fought together just after they touched the ground.

Probably more than fifty rounds of fierce fighting, both of them were a little tired, and fell on the ground and took a deep breath. Dugu heart yelled:

"Look at my Dugu Nine Swords."

Then he attacked straight towards Huaikong. Huaikong was able to catch the three moves more and more strenuously, and finally failed to withstand the fourth move when Du Guxin pointed his sword at his throat.

"you lose!"

"Thank you for your mercy."

"I feel so happy to fight with you today." He said, he jumped off the stage.

"Dugu's heart wins. For the last game tomorrow, Zhang Yang will be against Dugu's heart."

Then everyone gradually dispersed.

The competition was over, and the people in the stands gradually dispersed. Zhang Yang and several people walked at the end of the crowd. Some of the people in front were talking about today's martial arts competition, and some were heading down the mountain.

"You go back first, I want to walk around alone."

The other people didn't say anything, they just walked away quietly. Everyone knows that no time when Zhang Yang said that he wanted to walk alone, it was because he had something to think about, and he couldn't bother him at this time.

The scorching sun in the sky is still like fire, and occasionally a little wind is also suffocating heat. Zhang Yang walked quietly alone, with no direction and no goal. Unconsciously, the number of pedestrians on the road gradually increased, but the publicity at this time did not notice. At this time, his head was blank and there was nothing like it. It seemed to be a walking corpse without any thoughts. on the way.

"bump!"

Suddenly he felt that his body was touched, and he woke up from that kind of muddle-headed state.

"Don't you have eyes, haven't you seen anyone? Would it be great to think you are a martial artist? Humph!"

Then walked towards the hall.

Zhang Yang didn't get angry either, just smiled slightly, as if the things just didn't happen at all. The others around him sighed slightly when they saw him doing this.

Ignoring the opinions of the people around him, he only slightly raised his head to realize that he had already arrived at the Great Hall of the Great Heroes.

There were a lot of people in the hall at this time, and there were still people who were constantly coming in and out. Zhang Yang also raised his foot and walked towards the hall, quietly took the three sticks of incense, and bowed to the Buddha statue.

Zhang Yang does not believe in Buddha, but when he is standing under the Buddha statue and looking at the Buddha statue, he feels that he seems very small. It seems that an invisible aura is constantly emanating from the Buddha statue, giving him a kind of surrender. feel. Withdrawing his gaze, he turned and walked into the side hall next to him. After entering the side hall, he discovered that there were waves of Zen sounds in front of him. He walked in the direction in which the sounds came, and soon he came to Zen. The source of sound. A simple plaque hung on the lintel, with only two simple characters on the plaque-Zen room. It's just that the word "Zen" gave him some unspeakable taste, shook his head, he was no longer tangled, and walked into the monastery. The monastery is very large, neatly arranged with hundreds of futons, but most of the futons are sitting on them. Everyone, without exception, wore monk robes and shaved their heads too much. Everyone was singing the sound of Buddha seriously.

Zhang Yang walked in gently, found a futon behind and sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and sat there quietly listening.

Although he couldn't understand what it was, listening to the Buddhist sound gave him a very relaxed and comfortable feeling. After listening to it, he began to sing along with other people's singing. I don't know how long it took, he just sang quietly.

Suddenly he felt that the surrounding sounds disappeared. He stopped singing and opened his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he saw a monk standing in front of him.

The monk saw him open his eyes and folded his hands together: "Donor, the monastery is about to close."

He stood up, "Sorry master, I just fell into a fascination."

"Haha! It doesn't matter, I think the donor seems to be a good Buddha."

With a wry smile, "But the master laughed, I just came here by accident and was attracted."

"Then it seems that the donor's Buddha nature is very high."

"Master, I don't know what scripture the one just chanted."

"Just now it was the "Bodhisattva Heart Sutra" also called the "Heart Sutra"."

"Then I don't know if the master can give me a copy!"

"Okay, please come with me, the donor."

Then the monk brought Zhang Yang to a room, and the monk handed him a scripture.

"This is the "Duoxin Sutra". The front is Sanskrit, and the back is compiled Chinese. If the donor has any questions, he can come to the poor monk."

"Thank you, Master, I haven't consulted the Master's name."

The road was very quiet, without anyone, Zhang Yang quickly returned to his room. He didn't look for other people, but sat quietly under the lamp, and opened the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra. The Chinese part is written in correct lower-case letters, and the characters are written very smoothly and squarely. It can be seen that the mood of the copyist is very peaceful and relaxed. ..