Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Qin Xuan stood still when the palm power came, as if the breeze was blowing over the hills. However, Mo Qinglian behind him could not bear the aftermath and was almost injured.

The monk's heart trembled, his sleeves fluttered wildly, and the second palm was blasted out.

Qin Xuan's eyes flashed with a faint chill, as if an ancient beast was awakening in his body.

"Junior Brother Zhikong!"

Suddenly, a light shout came from the front of the mountain gate, causing the monk's expression to change slightly.

The palm power turned into clouds and smoke in an instant, and the monk put his hands in front of his chest, clasped his hands together, turned around and looked.

"Junior Brother Zhiyu!"

The action of controlling and releasing freely and lifting heavy objects with ease shocked Mo Qinglian.

Is this the monk of Pro Temple? Any one of them can actually reach such a realm.

A monk who looked about thirty years old walked out slowly. He nodded slightly to Zhikong and said, "Go!"

Zhikong walked into the temple without any expression on his face.

Zhiyu's eyes fell on Qin Xuan. After seeing the staff under Qin Xuan's feet, he shook his head slightly, "Donor Qin, a man should be treated with new eyes after three days of absence. Congratulations on your great improvement."

He had watched the battle between Qin Xuan and Haiqing in the Sea of ​​Quiet Water, following Xiao Wu.

That battle made his Buddhist heart tremble.

Unexpectedly, it had not been long since he met this Master Qin again. Not only that, the opponent's strength had become even more unfathomable.

Qin Xuan glanced at the monk calmly, "I'm here to find Xiao Wu, can't I come in?"

Zhi Yu smiled, "Xiao Wu hasn't cut off his worldly ties yet, so he's not considered a member of the temple, so of course he can see me!"

"But please forgive me, the Proro Temple has its own rules, and only monks from this temple can enter."

Qin Xuan chuckled, "Since you are practicing Buddhism, where are the rules? Ridiculous!"

After the words fell, Zhi Yu was slightly startled, his eyes fell into deep thought, as if he was in Zen.

After a few minutes, Zhi Yu suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly bowed and said, "Thank you, donor!"

His Buddha heart trembled and was shocked.

Master Qin's simple words made him go a little further.

Since you are practicing Buddhism, your heart is empty, so where are the rules? This rule is not set for outsiders at all, but they imprison themselves in the rule.

He suddenly realized why the great gods set this rule twenty years ago. All along, the monks in the temple thought that this rule was for outsiders, but they never thought that this rule was actually for them.

Qin Xuan didn't care. He suddenly looked up and looked at the clouds above and the mountain top in the inexplicable clouds.

A figure was falling, as if it had jumped down from the top of the mountain.

The Buddhist robes were undulating, and an old monk suddenly appeared in the eyes of several people.

The old monk fell in front of the mountain gate, but did not make any sound, and even the dust in front of the mountain gate was not lifted at all, as if he fell like a feather.

"Donor, please forgive me for laughing." The old monk's thin Buddhist robes did not wrinkle at all. He bowed and shook his head and said, "Such a simple truth, Zhiyu, you fifteen brothers, but none of them understood it."

After that, he shook his head and sighed, ignoring Zhiyu's slightly ashamed expression, and turned to look at Qin Xuan.

"Donor, you stepped on my demon-suppressing stick!" The old monk looked up and said with a smile.

Qin Xuan was unmoved, even though he knew that the old monk in front of him was already a congenital strongman. Not only that, the old monk's strength was even higher than Ning Ziyang.

Seeing that Qin Xuan was unmoved, the old monk shook his head and stopped talking about it, "Donor, since you practice Buddhism, why do you have rules? Then why does Buddhism have five precepts for lay people, six precepts, eight precepts and many other precepts?"

Qin Xuan laughed dumbly and looked at the old monk and said, "Are you going to compete with me in Zen?"

"My disciple lost face here, and I have to get it back, otherwise I will lose face!" The old monk said with a smile.

Zhiyu looked at his master in a bit of surprise, with a puzzled look on his face.

Qin Xuan smiled, "Interesting, your practice of Buddhism is not in vain!"

The old monk was neither ashamed nor angry, and waited quietly for Qin Xuan's answer.

"Because Buddha is afraid. There are too many temptations in the world. Buddha is afraid that his disciples will lose their way, so he set up precepts." Qin Xuan smiled faintly.

Buddha is afraid?

The old monk's pupils trembled slightly, and he bowed and said, "The donor is really talented."

Qin Xuan sneered, talent is shit, in his eyes, Buddha is also a human, people will be afraid, so Buddha will naturally be afraid. It's just that Buddha doesn't say it, and his disciples don't know, so everyone thinks that Buddha is fearless.

Qin Xuan doesn't understand Buddhism. He has read some Buddhist scriptures, but he hasn't read as much as this old monk, and he understands it more thoroughly.

But why should he understand? The Buddhas in the West Heaven of the Immortal Realm are much more vivid than the Buddhist scriptures.

"I never thought that the donor would have such a keen understanding. I can only ask the donor again with a thick face." The old monk looked up, asked with a smile, "Donor, you said that Buddha would be afraid. I think Buddha can be said to be omnipotent. Since he is omnipotent, how can he be afraid?"

Qin Xuan sneered and asked instead, "If he is really omnipotent, how can he be afraid?"

Even if he was like him in the past, he would not dare to say that he was omnipotent, let alone those bald men who always chanted compassion.

The old monk was stunned and said with a smile: "Donor, you are so talented!"

Qin Xuan was already impatient. He came to find Xiao Wu, not to compete with this old monk in Zen.

The old monk saw it naturally, and did not speak again, but waved his Buddhist robe and said with a smile: "Donor, please, there is a donor in the Proro Temple, and the humble place will be glorious!"

This look does not look like a divine monk who has practiced Zen for more than a hundred years, but more like a restaurant owner in the market.

Qin Xuan jumped off the scepter and strode into the temple with Mo Qinglian.

As for Zhiyu, he was already stunned.

He didn't understand why the usually solemn and dignified master suddenly became like this today?

The old monk looked at his stupid apprentice, shook his head and sighed. He pointed at Zhiyu and said slowly: "Zhiyu, you have been practicing Buddhism for forty-three years, right?"

Zhiyu nodded respectfully and said: "Since the first time I read the scriptures at the age of three, Zhiyu has indeed practiced Buddhism for forty-three years."

"Then do you know what Buddha is?" the old monk asked.

"What is Buddha?" Zhiyu was stunned. There are many Buddhas in the Buddhist scriptures, such as Tathagata, Yinggong, Mingxingzu, etc.... The question is, what is Buddha?

Zhiyu was stunned and stood in front of the mountain gate, his face full of confusion, thinking hard.

The old monk saw it, sighed for a long time, shook his head and walked into the temple.

Under the leadership of the old monk, they walked to a house. The house was still as simple as it could be. It was estimated that the rain inside the house was heavier than outside on rainy days.

Mo Qinglian sat on a shabby stool awkwardly, with a slightly weird expression.

"My disciple has made a fool of himself!" The old monk shook his head and said sadly, "I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Kongwen, the Great Master of Prolo Temple."

"Linhai, Qin Changqing!" Qin Xuan said indifferently.

"So the donor is Master Qin of Linhai. I am honored." The sadness on the old monk's face disappeared, and he smiled and said, "My disciple An Ning was fortunately saved by the donor. The donor is really a kind person."

Mo Qinglian felt even more awkward after hearing this. Kind people... Qin Xuan killed six great masters to save your disciple. Is this considered kind? Mo Qinglian looked at the smiling old monk speechlessly.

Qin Xuan looked up and looked at Kongwen, "I am here to find Xiao Wu."

"Xiao Wu... is not in Prolo Temple, but took my two nephews to the Xiao family in the south." The old monk said slowly.

"As expected!" Qin Xuan sighed. He did not sense Xiao Wu's breath, so he had expected that Xiao Wu would not be in the temple. He stood up and walked out of the house, "In that case, goodbye!"

"Please stay!" the old monk called out hurriedly.

"What's the matter?" Qin Xuan turned around.

"Since you are here, why don't you talk to me?" Kong Wen looked at Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan stared at the old monk, and after a few seconds, he smiled and said, "Okay, then I will talk to you!"

Kong Wen was about to laugh when he heard Qin Xuan's voice again.

"But, to talk to me, you have to pay something as a price, right?"

"For... price?" The old monk was stunned and looked at Qin Xuan in surprise.

"I will lend you the spiritual vein of the Prolo Temple, and three bodhi flowers!" Qin Xuan smiled, and this smile caused a ripple in the heart of the Buddha of the Great Heavens of the Prolo Temple, whose heart had not been disturbed for decades.

He smiled without saying anything for a few seconds, then raised his head and said to Qin Xuan: "Donor, you are so talented!"