Chapter 494: Bodhisattva Lowers His Eyebrows, Vajra Glares, Zhang Zhiwei Owes a Favor

Wu Man's words made Mrs. Wang and the others stunned for a moment. On the way here, they thought a lot about why the other party did this and what their purpose was, but they never thought it was this reason.

Not only them, but also Yuan Jingui next to Wu Man was shocked. He had been hiding here for a while, and he naturally knew the situation here.

However, Quan Xing never follows any rules when it comes to acting. He only acts according to his will. If he is in a good mood today, it doesn’t matter if I save a few people. If he is in a bad mood today, it’s OK if I just kill a few people to vent my anger. It’s like seeing a group of moving people on the roadside. Just like crushing a few ants casually, there will be no psychological burden at all.

In Yuan Jingui's view, Wu Man's move was like watching an ant move and fidgeting with it a few times. As he was just here to take refuge, it was better for him to have less contact with such an inexplicable layman, so as not to accidentally offend him. He ended up dead.

Therefore, he never talked much, but now when he heard Wu Man talk about it himself, even though he was prepared, he was still surprised. He thought to himself: After this incident, he must stay away from here, just in case he gets a whim and wants to do something good for me. , what should I do if I am saved?

At this time, Mr. Lu shouted angrily: "You are really a monster and thief who treats murder as a punishment. No wonder Buddhism can't tolerate you!"

"It's not that Buddhism can't tolerate me, it's that they are too pedantic. They don't understand Buddhism at all. They are just following the script!"

Wu Man calmed down his somewhat ferocious expression and said calmly: "Buddha once said that Buddhism is in the world and never leaves the world. Looking for Bodhi after leaving the world is like looking for a rabbit's horns. The meaning of this sentence is that if practice is disconnected from life, it will not be learned. No amount of Buddhism is of any use.”

"Don't think that spiritual practice means finding a hut or a quiet place, or saying that I want to retreat. Retreat is about enjoyment. In a certain way, it is the biggest laziness in the world. Live in it, do nothing, and have tea. Reach out and open your mouth. This kind of practice is easy, but it doesn’t make any sense.”

"Those monks have been chanting sutras in ancient temples in the mountains all year round. They don't understand Buddhism or Dharma, and all they can do are trivial tricks that are not worth mentioning!"

Wu Man opened his mouth to talk about Buddhism and kept silent about Buddhism. In just a few words, he degraded Buddhist practitioners to the point where they were not worth mentioning. However, Mr. Lu actually felt that there was some truth in it. He couldn't say anything to refute, so he could only curse in his heart. Then A bunch of bald donkeys don't know how to clean up the house, how can they let such crazy people endanger the world?

However, Mrs. Wang was more knowledgeable and reprimanded: "You open your mouth to talk about Buddhist scriptures and shut up about Buddhist principles. You are being swayed by delusions without knowing it. The people at the bottom of this wooden house area are already struggling in a sea of ​​misery, but they still have a glimmer of hope. And you Their crazy behavior has cut off this chance of life and left them hopeless in this life!"

Wu Man laughed and said: "That's nonsense. In the current world, with wars and chaos and bandits running rampant, even in this wooden house area, after more than ten years of tax collection, how can there be any chance of survival?"

After laughing three times, Wu Man pointed to the crowds of people passing by outside the yard and continued:

"You see how pitiful the people in this world are. They don't have enough to eat or wear warmly. They can't get what they like. Even if they dream, they can only dream about being well fed and clothed. There is no war and there is land. They have no hope. Life is full of regrets.”

"You big family members have always been bossy and arrogant. Why don't you eat minced meat? How do you know their suffering? I am the only one watching them, pitying them, and bringing them the final peace."

"You are possessed, you are possessed!" Mrs. Wang was shaking with anger.

"Become a demon?" Wu Man laughed and said: "The world laughs at me because I am too crazy. I laugh at people who can't see through it. The Buddha said that everything you see is illusion. Since it is all illusion, then the illusion where the body is and where the mind is What difference does it make if it is false? You say what they experienced is false, but they think it is true. So, what difference does it make if it is true or false?"

Wrong theories, all wrong theories... Mr. Wang took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and asked again: "What about their consequences? You keep saying you want to save them, but where are you going to save them, hell?"

"Hell?" Wu Man looked at Mr. Wang: "Old man, tell me, is there a hell?"

"No!" said Mrs. Wang.

"Then I say yes!" Wu Man asked again, "Old sir, do you have a wife?"

"Of course!" said Mrs. Wang.

"I didn't!" Wu Man said.

"What do you want to say?" Mrs. Wang felt that there was something in Wu Man's words.

Wu Man smiled and said: "You have a wife, but I don't. You said there is no hell, but I said there is. Buddha said that the three realms are created only by the mind, and hell is also created by the mind. If the mind is gone, the hell will be empty. If the mind is gone, the hell will be empty." Hell definitely exists, and the hell in the human world is much clearer than the invisible hell. There are many hells in the human world, and everyone is used to living in hell, and they still think of it as a paradise!"

"You..." Mrs. Wang was speechless.

We can't blame him for this. If Confucianism is the most verbal among the three religions, then Buddhism is the most verbal. They can discuss the scriptures from a high platform and talk about people to death for seven days and seven nights. How could he possibly be better than Wu Man? .

Wu Man said: "You don't need to persuade me. It is said in Buddhist scriptures that enlightened people no longer believe in any thoughts; on the contrary, unenlightened people believe that any thoughts they have are true unconsciously."

"All ideas are built from nothingness, from a mind that has nothing, so Buddhas do not believe in any idea - no matter how reasonable or true a certain idea seems."

"All Buddhas are like this, and so am I. So you can't persuade me, and you don't need to persuade me. Please go back, old gentlemen, and don't bother us anymore."

Old Master Wang said, "The original intention of our trip was not to persuade you. I came to take someone away!"

"Who?" Wu Man asked.

Old Master Wang pointed to Yuan Jingui next to him and said, "This person is just talking nonsense and making up stories. He wants to cause disputes in the rivers and lakes. I want to take him away and settle the disputes. I hope you will agree."

Although Wu Man was a madman in the eyes of the old man, the conversation just now made Old Master Wang feel uneasy. He didn't want to take action if he could avoid it, at least not now.

"Do you want to go with them?" Wu Man turned and asked Yuan Jingui.

"If I go with them, I will die. I hope you will be merciful and save my life!" Yuan Jingui said hurriedly.

"Old sir," Wu Man said, "He doesn't want to leave with you."

"You..." Mr. Lu wanted to take it by force, but was stopped by a look from Mr. Wang.

As an old man, he has an almost perverted intuition about some things. Although he didn't do it just now, Wu Man seemed indifferent when he said some things, but there were some fluctuations inside, which he saw clearly.

This shows that he has not reached the state that Wu Man said "the enlightened people no longer believe in any ideas". In some things, his heart will also be turbulent and restless. He is just deceiving himself.

Or, because he was too deeply possessed by the devil, he didn't realize that he was holding the butcher knife high, but he still firmly believed that he didn't take the butcher knife. There is another possibility that he may have felt it vaguely, but he just didn't want to look at it.

Therefore, he would sometimes feel compassion for the world and sometimes be furious.

When he feels compassion for the world, he is like a Buddha, and when he is furious, he is like a devil.

When he is like a Buddha, he is unfathomable; when he is like a demon, he makes people feel chilled.

A gentleman does not build a dangerous wall. For this kind of madman, Old Master Wang did not want to force it, nor did he need to force it. He brought a lot of people and horses, just to prevent Yuan Jingui from slipping away, and they were arranged around.

He could retreat first, temporarily avoid the sharp edge, and then rush in after gathering people, so that he could be sure of nothing could go wrong.

The four old Jianghu people, after a few glances, understood Old Master Wang's plan. The four of them faced Wu Man and slowly retreated to the outside of the yard.

Wu Man just watched quietly without taking action.

But at this time, Yuan Jingui suddenly said: "Senior Wu, these people are highly respected in the Jianghu. If they leave like this, I am afraid that when they come again, the four families will gather together, and the dragons, tigers and Shangqing will all come. At that time, the beautiful wish of the layman to save people will be destroyed by these hypocritical and high-handed guys!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the four old men changed.

Wu Man, who looked compassionate, also changed his expression. He looked at Old Master Wang, and his eyes fell on the sleeves of Old Master Wang's cloak.

The cloak is a kind of Han clothing, which evolved from the Taoist crane cloak. Its biggest feature is the large sleeves. In some costume dramas, a lot of things are often taken out from the cuffs, and that clothing is the cloak.

This kind of clothing, once the hands are closed, is like a curtain, and no one knows what is going on inside.

At this moment, under the sleeves of Old Master Wang, he was holding the Yin-Yang paper and passing on the message. Although the Yin-Yang paper was very secretive, there was also a flow of Qi between the sending and receiving of the message.

This trace of Qi was sensed by Wu Man. In just a moment, he became furious, his face was ferocious, and he suddenly stretched out his hand towards the direction of the four uncles and slapped them fiercely.

As soon as he made a move, he used the Buddhist handprint. The place where the four uncles stood was shattered like a pile of sand being pushed down. The sharp air wave passed by. Fortunately, the four uncles reacted quickly, otherwise they would have been hit.

"Did you see this wooden house area when you came? The people here are full of numbness and despair. It was me who brought them the peace and joy from the bottom of their hearts. I thought that even if you didn't understand me, you wouldn't want to destroy it all, but it seems that I was wrong!"

Wu Man sighed: "The Bodhisattva can't save you with a lowered brow, so I have to be angry with the Vajra."

Wu Man's originally thin body began to grow, and his thin clothes were stretched open. In just a blink of an eye, the whole person suddenly grew from a person of about 1.7 meters and a uniform body to a bronze man of nearly 2 meters tall, shining with golden light all over his body.

His skin became as if it was cast in brass, with scattered golden scriptures flashing on it. Just one look at it, and it seemed that bursts of Sanskrit sounded in his ears.

I couldn't understand what the Sanskrit sound was singing, but it just gave me a feeling of devilish sound filling my ears.

"What a powerful force, is this the Golden Bell Cover of Buddhism?" Old Master Lu was shocked: "It's much more powerful than the Eighteen Bronze Men of Shaolin Temple."

"No, the Golden Bell Cover doesn't have this kind of power, this is the Vajra Indestructible Body of Buddhism, this should be a secret that is not passed on, its status in Buddhism is equivalent to the Yin Yang Five Thunders of the Tianshi Mansion, he actually knows this!"

Old Master Wang's heart tightened, the intelligence in the inn didn't have this news, those bald donkeys concealed the other party's means.

Seeing the other party open the golden body and rushing towards him and others, Old Master Wang stretched out his hand, and a pen holder appeared in his hand. He shook it violently, and the ink at the tip of the pen shot out like a bullet, leaving white shock waves in the air.

Wu Man rushed forward, but unlike Zhang Zhiwei, he didn't take all the attacks head-on because he was indestructible. He slightly tilted his head to avoid the ink spots, and swung his arms as thick as tree trunks and fists as big as sand glass to attack.

With a "puff", bright red blood burst out, blurring the vision of Old Master Wang. His pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw Old Master Lu next to him, facing the aggressive Wu Man, rushed out in a panic and hit him hard.

As a result, Old Master Lu's shoulder was broken, his bones exploded, and the sharp bone fragments pierced his flesh and blood, which was horrible.

"Old Lu!"

Faced with this sudden scene, Old Master Wang attacked with hatred, and the color of Danqing gathered in his palm. He slammed Wu Man's face hard with one palm. The air trembled violently, and Wu Man was slammed back to the yard and fell beside Yuan Jingui.

However, he had a golden body to protect him, so the palm didn't hurt him. He started with a ricochet and rushed forward again.

"Let's go together. The message has been sent out. The troops are coming!" Old Master Wang shouted. He did not choose to retreat. As an experienced old man, he judged that retreating at this time would only lead to being defeated one by one. It was the hard truth to join forces and wait for the reinforcement of the large army.

The old men were all wise men. In just a moment, they attacked Wu Man without reservation.

For a while, the whole yard was in a battle, the air waves were flying, and huge pits appeared one after another. This was caused by the aftermath of their battle.

Yuan Jingui was worried about being injured by mistake, so he quickly hid outside and watched the battlefield. He couldn't help showing a look of surprise on his face, and then he was ecstatic. He knew that Wu Man was very strong, but he didn't expect that he was so strong. The four elders of the four families couldn't take him down, and they were even at an absolute disadvantage.

Wu Man was seen using his power, and his body was covered with golden light. His facial features could be vaguely seen, like a golden sculpture.

"This strength is probably stronger than that little Taoist priest!" Yuan Jingui sighed inwardly.

At this moment, in the yard, the two sides were fighting fiercely. Wu Man was protected by a golden body and her moves were simple and unpretentious, but a casual blow was a huge force, as if the clouds were collapsing.

Even though the old men were experienced and cooperated well, because Mr. Lu had one hand broken by a face-to-face encounter before, he was at an absolute disadvantage.

In the end, Mr. Lu, whose injury worsened, was hit in the chest by Wu Man's big handprint. Half of his body exploded, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he was barely breathing. It seemed that he would not survive.

With his close friend dying, Old Master Wang's face dimmed. Knowing that he was no match for his opponent, he shouted that it was difficult to fight, and asked the other two old brothers to run separately from him, and whoever could run was one.

Hearing this, the other two old men turned around and fled in two different directions.

But strangely, Old Master Wang, who shouted to run separately, did not run.

He stood there, took a look at the body of his old friend, and sighed inwardly.

This time he came here to repay a favor, but he didn't expect...

However, being able to buy some time for a few old friends, and to ask for a favor from the little Taoist priest for my precious grandson, it was a worthy death.

Old Master Wang glanced at Wu Man, who looked like a golden arhat, holding a wolf-hair brush in his hand, but his heart was surprisingly calm.