It was a rainy night, and rain and thunder and lightning became the only thing between heaven and earth. Even the bustling Shangjing has rarely calmed down, and even on the streets of the bustling area, there are no pedestrians.

In the Hongluo Temple on the outskirts of Beijing, there is a melodious sound of monks chanting, and the monks in the temple are doing evening classes. Behind the temple are towering trees, and in the middle of the trees stands this two-story wooden house.

The dim light shines through the windows on the second floor of the house, and a dark shadow lurks silently under the windows. Inside the ashram, there are three old monks dressed strangely.

The three old monks were talking in a low voice, but the language they spoke was not Chinese, and outsiders could not understand their words at all.

A few minutes later, an old monk with a face like a full moon reached into his arms and took out a small wooden box. The old monk carefully put the wooden box on the coffee table in front of him, and then opened the wooden box very carefully, only to see a layer of hazy golden mangs suddenly shine out from the wooden box, and three strange vitality fluctuations immediately spread out in all directions.

But seeing that there were three golden crystals the size of a dragon's eye in the wooden box, the expressions of the three old monks became extremely solemn at this time.

Are these three relics left behind by the eminent monks of Tibetan land when they sit down? The relics of ordinary eminent monks simply cannot contain such pure and extremely pure vitality. A monk who can produce a relics with a high degree of condensation of spirit and spirit, in addition to the profundity of Buddhism, must also be a master of ancient martial arts.

Suddenly, the fluctuations of the vitality emitted by the three golden relics in the small wooden box actually changed slightly, like radio waves, becoming stronger and weaker, and the changes between strength and weakness were very rhythmic.

The faces of the three old monks in the room changed, and then they became extremely excited. Like the cultivation of these three old monks, it stands to reason that they have already reached the realm where everything is not in their hearts, even if Mount Tai collapses in front of them, they won't even blink their eyelids.

But when they noticed this subtle change in the relics in the box, they were so excited that it was unbelievable, was there anything else in this world that could move them too?

But seeing that the three old monks each reached out and picked up a relic and held it in the palm of their hands, a magical scene appeared. The relics that glowed with golden light suddenly shone brightly, and the entire room instantly turned into a sea of gold, and the golden qi swirled around the palms of the three old monks, and the vitality fluctuations surged out of the ashram like a torrent. 】

The energy of the relics was instantly induced by the three old monks, and the golden mangs of the Dao Dao rushed up from the relics held on the thin palms, and drilled into the major acupoints on the three old monks like a golden snake. \\\\

The extremely strange scene exudes a solemn atmosphere, and the eyes of the man in black outside the window who saw this scene are about to fall out.

The dazzling light lasted less than thirty seconds before it receded like a tidal wave, and everything returned to calm as if nothing had happened.

The relics held by the three old monks in their palms have disappeared. When the man in black outside the window saw this scene, his eyes flashed strangely, because he felt a vast amount of vitality surging into the bodies of the three old monks.

Could it be that the relics actually melted into the bodies of the three old monks? The Tibetan exercises are indeed extremely mysterious.

At this moment, the sound of clothes breaking through the air could be heard outside the woods, and someone was rapidly approaching from the front hall in the heavy rain. The fluctuation of vitality in the retreat had obviously alarmed the masters in the temple.

At the same time, the lights in the ashram suddenly went out, and three figures shot out of the ashram and disappeared into the darkness outside the ashram in an instant.

There is still thunder and lightning in the sky, and the sky and the earth are still vast. I don't know when the dark shadow outside the window of the retreat has disappeared.

The figures in the forest swayed, and two white-eyed old monks with big sleeves fluttering suddenly appeared in front of the retreat. The two old monks didn't hold umbrellas at all, and the raindrops bounced out a foot outside of them, and they couldn't get close to them at all.

The invisible qi shook the rain, and the cultivation of these two old monks was shocking. Even if you don't reach the innate invincible realm, at least you have reached the acquired peak realm.

Hongluo Temple, this thousand-year-old temple, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!

The two old monks looked at the ashram in front of them, feeling everything around them, and the thunder in the sky and the rain in the forest seemed to cover everything.

The two old monks glanced at each other, and the next moment, they suddenly disappeared where they were standing, as if they had never appeared.

Lao Qian is a taxi driver, after handing over people in the evening, the sky will be dark, and then lightning and thunder, wind and rain, the people who were going to travel also stayed in the house, dispelled the idea of going out, and made him a lot less business.

After dropping off a guest to a certain hotel, Lao Qian parked the car at the taxi drop off next to the hotel. He stared at the rainy curtain outside the car window, and shouted in his heart: Bad luck!

But his heart was still full of luck, maybe the rain came and went suddenly, maybe after a while, it would stop!

Lao Qian drove the car out of the taxi pick-up and drop-off point, drove on the road in the city, and walked around the busy roads in the city. However, after two or three hours, the rain and lightning and thunder did not show signs of abating, but became more violent and intense.

The rain line that connects the sky and the earth has been falling and falling! Continuously, the lightning in the sky is constantly splitting, flashing, violent, ringing, in the face of such a power of heaven and earth, Lao Qian is a little frightened even when he is sitting in the taxi, and he is terrified.

At this time, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, and Lao Qian parked the car on the side of the road, and it seemed that there was no business to do tonight. After an extra hour, Lao Qian only carried less than ten customers, and he planned to finish work early tonight.

He pulled out a cigarette case, pulled out a lighter, smoked a cigarette, and called it a day. At this time, the car door was suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man in a black robe got into the car.

"Boss, this car won't be carrying people tonight. Old Qian frowned and lit a cigarette.

The middle-aged man in the long shirt took out a stack of money from his pocket and put it on the steering wheel, and said lightly: "Send me to the western suburbs." ”

Lao Qian looked at the stack of money, swallowed his saliva, and finally didn't say anything to drive the middle-aged man out of the car. That stack of money is thousands to say the least, which is definitely as low as half a month's salary.

More than 20 minutes later, on the highway in the western suburbs, in the midst of thunderous and rainy nights, a taxi came. Perhaps because of the heavy downpour, on the road in the western suburbs of Beijing, there are few people tonight, and under the dark night sky, only a lonely taxi is driving on the road.

In a thunderstorm, the headlights couldn't shine far, and the speed of the taxi was not so fast, and at this time, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the car.

Lao Qian was taken aback, and hurriedly stepped on the brakes, and at the same time shook the steering wheel and violently changed the direction of the car. The car suddenly sprang out of the road, and with a bang, the front of the car crashed into a big tree on the side of the road.

"Damn, it's a big loss this time!" Old Qian lay on top of the airbag, wanting to cry without tears. The middle-aged man in the black robe didn't know when he was no longer in the car.

A few miles away in the taxi, four figures sped across the wilderness, and the wind broke through the rain curtain and cut through the night sky like four water dragons, extending into the distance. The lightning that reflected the heavens and the earth flashed from time to time, and the four figures in the wilderness revealed their true faces under the lightning.

One escape, three pursuits. The person who fled quickly in front was a man in a black robe, and behind him were three elderly monks wearing big red robes with Buddhist beads around their necks.

The cultivation of these four people seems to be comparable, and their bodies are like wind and lightning. The wind swayed by the four of them kept the rain out, and the rain did not get a drop in the heavy rain.

"The thief king Zhuo Fan quickly returns the holy relics to us. One of the red-robed old monks said loudly, and his voice spread far away in the heavy rain, full of energy.

The old monk opened his mouth to speak, his anger was slightly discharged, and his speed immediately slowed down, and he was surpassed by the other two old monks beside him.

The person who fled for his life in front was actually the thief king Zhuofan, and the three old monks in the back wearing the robes of the big red Tibetan monks must be the three ** kings of Tantra.

"Offended. One of the three old monks raised his sleeves, and a golden wheel of light shot out from the bottom of his sleeve like lightning, and flew straight towards the black-shirted middle-aged man who was running in front.

The golden wheel of light that flew at high speed tore through the air, and a thrilling whine resounded through the four fields. A palm-sized golden wheel of light could emit such a might, and the cultivation of the tall and thin old monk was extraordinary.

"Damn!" The golden light wheel shot behind the thief King Zhuo Fan in the blink of an eye, and Zhuo Fan, who was running at high speed, swept his right hand backwards violently from top to bottom.

Is Zhuo Fan crazy? He actually used his flesh and blood to block the golden wheel of light? At the moment when Zhuo Fan's arm was about to smash on the golden wheel, the golden wheel suddenly flashed to the side, avoiding Zhuo Fan's blasted arm, and cut towards his waist.

The golden wheel rotated at high speed, and the sharp-edged sharp blade on the edge still hit Zhuo Fan's waist, and a tingling lightning passed into the nerve center of Zhuo Fan's brain.

"Damn!" Zhuo Fan was suddenly shocked, and death seemed to have beckoned to him.

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