Based on this story, a monk created the unique skill "Lion's Roar Kung Fu", which is listed as one of the 72 unique skills of Buddhism.
The original intention of the eminent monk was to hope that the younger generation could use the Lion's Roar Kung Fu as a springboard to further cultivate supernatural powers, not to aim too high but to make gradual progress. It must be said that the original intention of the eminent monk was good.
It’s a pity that as the reputation of Lion’s Roar Kung Fu grows, more and more students only pursue the unique skills of Lion’s Roar Kung Fu, but forget to make further development on this basis.
Fayan is a convicted monk at Jinshan Temple. As the information about the canonized extraordinary people is kept confidential, Zhang San doesn't know much about his experience, so it's not convenient for him to comment on whether he's good or bad.
However, when it comes to martial arts, Fayan has an innocence that makes others feel ashamed. After all, he has the Lion Roar Kung Fu as an example. Who can practice silent meditation day after day for twenty years?
Especially after personally feeling the impact of the law of cause and effect of the six-word mantra of Buddhism, let alone what Fayan had done in his life, this perseverance alone is enough to make Zhang San admire him.
"Om..."
The Buddha's heart defined the earth, wind, water and fire. The balance that was originally broken by the two was restored to peace again. Zhang San's power was imprisoned, and only the human-skin ghost was extraordinary!
"Mani..."
Baobu's heart, all his wishes come true, the sound waves are like waves and tides, just like the Milky Way in the sky falling into the mortal world, under the resonance, the water flows back and the bluestone breaks.
Even the Golden Light Spell of the Eight Divine Spells of Xuanmen could not block this wave of attacks. After a brief confrontation, it turned into starlight and scattered around Zhang San's body.
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Zhang San could no longer control himself. In a moment of carelessness, he and his body were blown away by the sound waves.
The human-skin ghost saw from afar that Zhang San was bleeding from all seven orifices. As the balance that had been broken before was re-imprisoned, Zhang San could not even maintain the third level of reverse life.
Perhaps it was because he had not practiced the silent meditation enough, or perhaps it was because the ghost was suffering from the negative energy and could not use the magical powers of Buddhism, but after two shouts, the human-skin ghost on the opposite side was no longer able to continue, and because of the violation of the rules in using the magical powers, the human-skin ghost would never be able to speak again in his life.
If God wants to take something, he must first give it. This is the terrifying thing about supernatural powers! "Boom~~"
Accompanied by a loud bang that resounded through the sky, half of the buildings on Zhuqiao Street collapsed because the sound waves destroyed the sewer weighing columns.
Fortunately, Zhang San had been blown away before this, otherwise, even if he had taken the attack from the human-skin ghost, he would probably have been crushed to death by the falling building.
As if feeling grateful for Zhang San's good luck, the human-skin ghost, having lost its voice, could no longer maintain its usual calmness. It picked up the fallen stone and, regardless of the scorching sun, leaped onto the ground.
Fortunately, the sun was setting in the west at this time, and the remaining buildings in Zhuqiao Street were still quite tall. Otherwise, even if Zhang San did not take action, the human-skin ghost would not be able to withstand this heavenly punishment.
Although Fayan made mistakes during his lifetime, he did good deeds to make up for it. Even when he became a ghost, he tried his best not to kill people wantonly. He thought that he could put down his butcher knife through practice and become a Buddha right away.
But after today, he no longer has the qualifications to practice. (Silence Zen, you can only keep your mouth shut if you can speak. If you can't even speak, can you still be considered silent?) It's all because of Zhang San. It's all because of Zhang San. Didn't he just kill a few people? Compared to those human-skinned ghosts, he killed much less. Why should he ruin his practice?
Compared to the damage he caused to himself, the sound waves were too light after all.
So, even if it means facing the merciless burning of the sun, Zhang San must die!
Crossing the ruins and the sewage, the more the negative energy around the human-skin ghost evaporated, the clearer Zhang San's miserable figure became.
Closer, closer, ten more steps... no, nine more steps...
Finally, when the human-skin ghost carrying a bluestone wall saw Zhang San clearly, Zhang San's playful eyes were also looking at him.
Three points of disdain, seven points of arrogance, and the remaining ninety points are all filled with eccentricity!
It's that annoying look again. You've fallen to this point. What right do you have to show that look? If the human-skinned ghost could still speak, even if it violated his subconscious thoughts of abstaining from anger, he would yell at Zhang San: "What a bullshit you are!"
But unfortunately, he now has lost the ability to vent his anger. After realizing his own powerlessness once again, the human-skin ghost can no longer suppress his anger. After raising the bluestone wall high, he is ready to smash it towards Zhang San.
However, in the blink of an eye, a huge force attacked the human-skin ghost from behind, and before he even had time to react, the human-skin ghost's burly body fell back into the ruins like a cannonball.
After a long time, the smoke and dust cleared, and the human-skin ghost slowly got up. However, judging from his twitching movements, the previous attack was obviously not so easy.
Even though the one who attacked was his teammate, the human-skin ghost, who had just been beaten by Zhang San to a state of real anger, was obviously not ready to give up. As soon as he crawled out of the ruins, he was ready to give a cordial greeting with his finger of picking flowers.
But when he turned his attention to the battlefield, the human-skin ghost's originally defiant expression couldn't help but change again and again, especially when he saw that his eldest sister's unique skill of "refining bones into soldiers" was unable to withstand, the human-skin ghost actually revealed a trace of relief in his heart.
No wonder this madman had such a look in his eyes before. If I had rushed up to him rashly like that, I would have been pierced by the spear in his hand.
In just a moment, a feeling of joy of surviving a disaster surged into the human-skin ghost's heart. However, before he could last long, a gentle female voice brought him back to reality!
"Monk, come and help!"
When the raging rage in his heart was forcibly suppressed, the human-skin ghost's heart returned to its former clarity. The best manifestation of this was that his fighting style was no longer as reckless as before.
After hearing the woman's cry for help, the human-skin ghost did not choose to throw the boulder in his hand. Instead, he circulated the little Yin energy in his body, pinched his fingers, and smiled at Zhang San.
There is a saying that "Buddha picked up a flower and Kasyapa smiled". The flower-picking finger is a soft skill with a strong appearance and a feminine force. It is rumored that after practicing it to perfection, one can even cut a river across the air.
Let alone the human-skin ghosts of today, even Fa Yan of the past has not reached that level of cultivation.
Broken River is indeed a bit exaggerated, but if it is only about piercing through fine iron, the human skin ghost is still quite confident. Don’t you see that even Zhang San, who used the third level of Reverse Life, his arm was pierced by the Flower Picking Finger? However, just when the human skin ghost was planning to attack Wei to save Zhao and then reunite with the eldest sister, Zhang San in the distance was not moved at all.