Chen Yi raised his right arm high, his five fingers slightly bent, as if they were closed, and there were five wheels faintly rotating between his fingers.

From top to bottom, it seems light but heavy, like lifting a mountain, it seems to be slowing down, but it disappears in an instant.

His arms are made of gold, and his fists are like wheels.

Don't know where you came from, don't know where you're going.

In an instant, the light shines brightly.

It illuminated the surrounding monks and lay disciples so that no one could open their eyes and look directly at it.

Tens of feet away, in the empty void, a figure appeared out of thin air, disappeared and then appeared in the air.

The location changes constantly.

But Chen Yi once again raised his golden arm, which turned into a thousand arms, a thousand hands, a thousand fists, and a thousand wheels turning between his five fingers.

Within hundreds of feet, there is boundless light.

The figure that was constantly changing in the sky suddenly rolled down as if struck by thunder.

"Thousand-Hand Cihang...Great Light Fist..."

Here, only the old monk Kong Ji could faintly see Chen Yi's punch.

I couldn't help but feel happy.

"Okay, okay..."

Those Thousand Hands and Thousand Arms are the fifth of the Six Divine Pictures. The Thousand-Hand Avalokitesvara Picture contains the secret skill of Thousand-Hand Cihang!

The golden arm raised high and the punch rotated between the fingers was originally one of Shaolin's supreme techniques, the Great Light Fist.

Ranked first among the seventy-two secrets.

It's better than the golden bell.

In fact, it can be juxtaposed with the two meridians of Yi Jin and Marrow Cleansing.

Legend has it that the World-Honored One Tathagata once raised his golden arm, bent his five-wheeled fingers, and said to the Venerable Ananda: "Can you see me now?"

Ananda said: "I saw the Tathagata raising his arms and bending his fingers, making a fist of light to illuminate my mind."

This is the root of Great Light Boxing.

It is the two phases of movement and stillness arising from the mind of all dharmas, the supreme dharma of Buddhism.

It's a pity that Shaolin suffered a disaster, and part of this boxing technique has been lost. No matter how complete it is, no one can practice it.

Otherwise, this fist alone can be compared with the Tathagata Divine Palm gifted by Taizong, so why seek other methods?

Unexpectedly, this junior fellow apprentice has already mastered this boxing, and depending on the heat, it is extremely advanced.

How can one not rejoice in the emptiness and silence?

Chen Yi didn't have time to pay attention to Kong Jing, who was filled with relief and emotion. He took a step forward and reached the side of the man rolling down from the void.

"puff……"

The man was lying on the ground, still vomiting blood.

This punch was unexpected and caught people off guard.

Moreover, this person knew that even if he had been prepared for it, with the exquisiteness of this punch, the unpredictable movement, the instant follow-up, and the magical magic that turned into thousands of hands and arms in that moment, it was impossible for anyone to defend against it.

The power of the punch was particularly weird.

When it penetrated into his body, it seemed as if it had taken root, coming and going.

It's okay if he doesn't move, but as long as he moves rashly, his body will feel like a drum hammer, Qi and blood will surge, and he will vomit blood.

Very sinister!

Chen also saw that this man had gray hair and beard, but he had a fierce face, especially the fierce light and hatred in his eyes that flashed from time to time.

Two sword handles were exposed behind the shoulders, faintly revealing a hint of fierceness.

Even people with weapons are so fierce...

"Oh it's you."

Chen Yi's mind turned around and he thought of this person's origin.

The man gritted his teeth and said with fierce resentment in his eyes: "Bald Donkey, who is planning a sneak attack? Who are you to be a good man? If I have the ability to unravel your vicious tactics, let's fight again! I won't lose to you!"

He hates it.

Even if Bald Donkey's boxing skills are superb, he still thinks that there are few enemies in the world, and he will never lose to him in a fair and just fight!

"Amitabha, you don't know much about this benefactor. It's obvious that you sneaked into our temple without permission and secretly spied on me."

Old monk Kongji held his cassock and jogged over, curiously looking at the man on the ground.

Well, actually, he was attracted by the two weapons behind this man, and his eyes were almost glued to them.

"..."

The old man has very bad eyes.

Chen Yi curled his lips and looked at the murderous man: "What should come will not come, and what should not come will come."

"Po Jun, I didn't expect that you made a trip to Japan and gained quite a lot. You got Greedy Wolf and Sky Blade, two peerless weapons. You even learned the sneaky skills of Japanese people."

"Bald donkey..."

"boom!"

As soon as Po Jun opened his mouth, Chen Yi punched him again, causing him to vomit blood again.

The fist strength that had just secretly melted away in his body was filled again, making him dare not move at all.

"Amitabha, it's my fault. Brother, this young monk has been receiving Buddhist teachings for a long time, but his six sense organs are still not purified. He gets angry all the time. I'm really ashamed."

The old monk Kongji stroked his white beard and laughed: "It doesn't matter. Junior brother, you are still young. Back then, I was very fiery. I beat more people and got used to it, so my temper will wear off."

"..."

Po Jun's steel teeth were almost broken.

But after seeing how shameless this bald donkey was, he didn't dare to stand up to him.

He is the son of the head of the Sword Sect who has broken the army and is capable of bending and stretching!

"Monk! How do you know me?"

"Hahaha, I am not a talented young monk. Although I cannot know everything about the past and the future, I can still know a little bit about the past and the future."

"Put p..."

Po Jun suddenly heard the shamelessness of this bald donkey and stopped the car.

Chen Yi chuckled and squatted next to him: "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not."

"It just so happens that the young monk is lacking someone to protect the Dharma..."

"Well...you are the son of the Sword Sect. Although your mind is not right, your martial arts skills are quite remarkable. As for your character...I am the most compassionate person in the Buddhist sect. It is my duty to help the world and save people, so I don't have to do it for this little monk."

It’s so difficult, I’ll save you once.”

"You, you...what do you want to do?"

Po Jun looked at this ridiculously handsome monk with a smile on his face, but felt chills in his heart for some unknown reason.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid,"

Chen Yi had a peaceful smile on his face.

"You have lived a miserable life, trapped in the viciousness of greed, anger, and ignorance without knowing it, yet you blame everyone and everything, take lives of others, and harm countless others. You are a humble monk with no talent. I am willing to help you out of this worldly sea of ​​misery."

"It's just that this sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and you must eventually cross it by yourself. The young monk will help you to have a clear mind and sail the sea of ​​Dharma lovingly..."

"No...no! Don't touch me! You damn bald ass!..."

The premonition in Po Jun's heart became stronger and stronger. Regardless of the strange energy in his body, he struggled violently, but his energy and blood flowed out like thunder, and he continued to spurt out blood.

Chen Yi already smiled and pointed towards him.

"All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such..."

As soon as he pointed at the center of his eyebrows, Po Jun's whole body trembled and he calmed down.

The eyes that were originally fierce and malicious gradually became blank and dull.

All over his body and in the pupils of his eyes, electric snakes flickered and flickered from time to time, and he trembled from time to time.

One finger is like a dream,

One finger is like prison,

Just one finger...

It’s up to you to be the first to receive this third finger.

"Junior brother, what did you do to him?"
To be continued...