I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

The old man went all the way to the west, and then saw from a distance, in the wilderness, there was a faint golden glow rushing towards the sky.

When he got close, he could see thousands of soldiers charging in formation.

And it was not someone who blocked their way, but a forest.

Bodhi tree.

The trees are dense, the roots are thick, and the iron trunks and branches cover the sky and the sun, surrounding a battalion of officers and soldiers of the left leader of Chang'an.

People want to pass, but there is no place to step down.

The soldiers cut down one forest after another, but immediately more linden trees grew up, always blocking the way of the army.

Outside the forest, a gray-clothed monk sat cross-legged on the ground, clasped his palms together, and chanted scriptures silently.

The monk's clothes were shabby, and he looked young, but his face was weathered, and he had traveled a long distance for an unknown amount of time.

The golden glow that the Chen family members saw from afar was pouring out of him.

The soldiers of Chang'an surrounded by Bodhi Forest bent their bows and set up arrows one after another, and then shot upwards outside the forest.

The rain of arrows flew over the bodhi forest, and then fell towards the young monk.

The monks just closed their eyes and chanted sutras.

And those arrows rained down on his head, as if encountering an invisible barrier, they lost their strength and fell to the ground by themselves.

Then he saw piles of arrows falling on the ground in front of the monk, but he himself was safe and sound.

The monks did not fight back, and the bodhi forest just blocked the way of the army, causing no harm to everyone.

But the army was stopped here, unable to move an inch.

The elders of the Chen family looked at the young monk from a distance, thinking in his heart that he was really a Buddhist practitioner.

It has been heard before that Buddhist practitioners start by cultivating the mind and tempering the soul, and then the soul is manifested outside, affecting the physical body and the outside world.

When the practice reaches a certain level, everything is empty, free from dust, breaks through illusions, and is not disturbed by foreign enemies.

Although it does not hurt anyone, it is difficult for the enemy to hurt him.

As a result, the arrows rained down in front of the young monk, and they fell to the ground automatically.

And that Bodhi forest is a means to create a wonderful existence in a vacuum, similar to the Taoist method, the inner spirit affects the outer world, the precious tree blooms, and something is created out of nothing.

Offensive is not strong, but more than enough to defend itself.

Right now, the young monk set up the Bodhi Forest, and in turn surrounded thousands of soldiers, making it difficult to escape.

The old five fingers of the Chen family clenched into fists and walked towards the monk.

He has only heard about Buddhist practitioners, and has never fought face to face. He does not know the details of the other party's Buddhist supernatural powers, so he is extra vigilant at this moment.

Sensing his gaze, the young monk opened his eyes and turned to look over.

The old Chen family's feet suddenly accelerated, and his figure flew forward. In just one breath, he threw himself less than three feet away in front of the opponent.

He raised his hand and punched, which was the ultimate move of Zhanlong Fist.

The sharp and fierce air of iron and blood strikes the monk in an instant.

Since the beginning of practicing Dragon Slaying Fist, external training has an internal effect. Everyone in the Chen family has practiced diligently, and basically their cultivation strength has improved.

This old Chen family member was originally at the fifth level, but after nearly half a year of painstaking practice, he successfully broke through years of bottlenecks and reached the sixth level of martial arts.

At this moment, with one punch, the air between the two sides was squeezed to both sides.

The young monk seemed a little surprised by such a sharp punch.

Especially the bodhi tree he stood in front of was chopped off by his opponent's punch.

The fist force did not stop, and continued to fall on the top of his head.

The young monk sat still, clasped his palms together, and shouted the Buddha's name:

"My Buddha is merciful."

The faint golden glow on his body suddenly condensed into a solid body, turning into a towering mountain.

This pale golden mountain enveloped the monk and isolated the opponent's fist.

The Chen Clan's old Dragon Slaying Fist struck Jinshan, Jinshan only shook slightly, not even the slightest crack appeared.

Instead, he himself was sent flying backward by the huge counter-shock force.

The old man took a few steps back when he landed, regained his footing, and looked at the young monk with a solemn expression.

The monk folded his palms together and said, "The old man's boxing is too fierce and murderous, and the poor monk has no choice but to offend him. Please forgive me."

The elder of the Chen clan said in a deep voice: "Who is your honor? Why do you want to help the Eastern Tang Dynasty?"

The young monk replied: "The poor monk's Dharma name is Huiming,

I traveled all over the world under the order of my family teacher. When I first arrived here, I saw two armies fighting, and there were many casualties, so I intervened, hoping that the two sides could stop the fighting. "

The Chen family kept staring at him for a long time.

Many soldiers surrounded by Bodhi forest, unable to see the outside scene, fired arrows again.

These arrows fell on the golden mountain covering the monks, and all of them were shattered into powder on the spot.

Seeing this, the elders of the Chen clan twitched their eyelids: "I also want to thank you for showing mercy to our soldiers?"

"The poor monk just hopes that the two sides will stop fighting, and has no intention of helping one side to hurt the other."

The young monk said: "The poor monk blocked the way of the army, and it was only for a while. When the people who fled before have gone away, the poor monk will not block you again."

The Chen clan snorted: "This old man is incompetent, he is not your opponent, you can say whatever you want!"

The young monk Huiming shook his head slightly: "The monks are compassionate, and the poor monk really has no intention of becoming an enemy of the old man. I just hope that all sentient beings will do less evil."

The elders of the Chen clan stopped talking and stared at the young monk coldly.

A disciple of the Chen family who had come with him had seen it from a distance, and hurriedly reported to him that more masters of the Chen family had come.

The two sides confronted each other, and the arrows of the Chang'an soldiers in the Bodhi Forest were almost exhausted.

After a while, monk Huiming stood up from the ground.

The bodhi forest surrounding everyone suddenly withered and gradually shrank.

Thousands of soldiers rushed out of it.

They stepped forward to surround the monks, and the young monk Huiming calmed down and saluted everyone, "I just offended you."

After saying that, he flew into the sky and flew away across the crowd.

The elders of the Chen clan were chasing after Feiqi, when they suddenly heard a voice from afar: "Since the little master is here, why bother to leave?"

Chen Jiezhi's figure appeared in the distance, and he slapped the little monk Huiming with a palm from afar.

Huiming clasped his palms together: "The poor monk has no intention of being an enemy of anyone."

The golden brilliance condensed and once again manifested the Buddhist Sumeru Golden Mountain, covering the whole body of the young monk.

Chen Jiezhi's Wind Cloud Palm created a fiery storm and bombarded Jinshan.

Jinshan just shook, but it didn't hurt at all.

The monk Huiming was in it, and said with palms together: "If the benefactor has resentment in his heart, the poor monk would like to receive a few palms for the benefactor to vent. I only hope that the benefactor will spare other people and stop killing evil."

He didn't fight back, he only relied on the Sumeru Gold Mountain to resist Chen Jiezhi's palm strike.

Chen Jiezhi said quietly: "The little master has survived."

After all, his fingers clenched into fists.

It was just a boxing air, before the move was made, little monk Huiming's heart shuddered.

Sure enough, Chen Jiezhi's next move was no longer Dafengyun Palm, but the same Dragon Slaying Fist as the old Chen family just now.

Moreover, his realm is higher, and his boxing skills are more advanced.

With one punch, the strength of the punch seems to be able to kill dragons and phoenixes.

Huiming's Xumi Jinshan didn't shake anymore after being punched.

But in the sound of "click", a tiny gap appeared on the golden mountain.

Chen Jiezhi made a series of fists, and the dragon-slaying fist hit the opponent's gold mountain continuously.

I saw more and more cracks on the Sumeru Gold Mountain, and they continued to expand.

"The benefactor has such a violent punch." The young monk admired him sincerely.

But he still didn't fight back.

The young man sat cross-legged in mid-air, folded his palms together, closed his eyes and chanted scriptures silently.

Then, inside the golden mountain, golden lotus flowers appeared, flying non-stop, making up for the damage of Mount Sumeru.

Although Dragon Slaying Fist was strong, but the opponent defended with all his strength, Chen Jie couldn't smash Jinshan for a while, the two sides fell into a stalemate, and competed for endurance.

This is not the director of Chen Jiezhi.

However, he was not in a hurry, and he didn't need the help of the elders of the same clan.

After a while, a large number of people approached from afar, following Chen Jiezhi.

Little monk Huiming didn't care at first, but when the crowd got closer, he was startled suddenly and opened his eyes.

It's not because there are still masters in the opposing team.

It was because the army that came with Chen Jiezhi still escorted some prisoners.

These captives were soldiers of the Tang army, and they were the same group that had been rescued by the young monk Huiming.

He blocked the Chang'an soldiers and horses who were chasing the defeated Tang army, but after these people escaped, they crashed into Chen Jiezhi's pocket again, and finally failed to escape.

Seeing this, Huiming let out a long sigh: "Conqueror, he will also be injured, why should the two sides kill each other?"

"Little master came to Dongtang for the first time, since you don't know the truth of the matter, then don't get involved." Chen Jiezhi said.

Huiming clasped his palms together: "The poor monk meddles in his own business, I just hope that fewer people will die."

Sadness appeared on his face: "The poor monk indeed came to the precious land for the first time, but along the way, he has seen many people displaced by the war, and many people have been killed or injured."

"If you can't break it, you can't stand it."

Chen Jiezhi said: "Eastern Tang was tyrannical, if they continue to rule, the people will only suffer more.

The little master now sees that they have suffered heavy casualties, but he doesn't know that if they gain power, we will have no way to survive. "

"Using violence for violence is not a good strategy..."

Before Huiming could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Chen Jiezhi: "Little master, why not rely on his advanced cultivation to intervene in the war between the two sides?"

He stared at Huiming: "Seeking truth from facts, Chen admits that the little master has a strong cultivation base.

If we continue to fight, my odds of winning will be smaller. If you want to leave, I won't be able to keep you.

However, it's not enough for you to meddle in this nosy business today! "

As Chen Jiezhi said, he raised his hand.

The Chang'an soldiers who were guarding the prisoners of the Tang Army suddenly raised their knives in unison, aiming at the prisoners.

"The poor monk never has the idea of ​​bullying the weak." Huiming said, "I just hope that the benefactor will be merciful and don't commit murder."

"Buddhism praises compassion. I heard there are stories about Buddha saving pigeons, cutting off the meat to feed the eagles, and saving the pigeons so that the eagles would not starve to death."

Chen Jiezhi said coldly: "I don't know, little master, do you really believe in the compassion of the Buddha, or like Chen, just listen to it as a story?"

Huiming's childish face showed a smile instead: "Monks don't lie, I just hope that the benefactor is also trustworthy, and don't lie to a poor monk or a monk."

After all, the Sumeru Gold Mountain that enveloped him actually slowly dissipated.

Everyone present, including those soldiers of the Tang army who were under the knife, were also taken aback when they saw this.

"Little master sacrificed himself to save others, admire, admire."

Chen Jie looked at each other up and down, and waved his hand one last time: "Take it!"