Zen Yi monk is still his hands folded, his eyes are closed, he and his heart is even more thoughtful, in his master's style of robbing the monk, has always been the big problem of the abbot of Fahua Temple, he usually does not think about this problem, but now you Song Jinghong repeatedly mentioned, but it makes him feel depressed,

Zen monks have been studying Buddhism since they came to study the cities, and there are even more false praises of the monks, but this Zen one doesn't know whether he is not old enough, or he has not studied Buddhism deeply, and this problem alone has been sleepy for many years.

Naturally, he didn't want to insult his teacher in other ways, but he had studied the scriptures for many years, but he couldn't find a way to liberate him.

The two black tornadoes hit the body of this tall monk, the two black tornadoes were as thick as an adult's arms, and they rushed into the air, and the wind was wrapped in bursts of thunder and roaring.

Such an ordinary tornado is already a big surprise, and it can only turn around and flee, but this time it is two terrifying whirlwinds of average size,

There is no half of the surrounding area intact, and those huge gravel are blown straight up by the wind, which is the suburb of Qingzhou City, and there are few houses in the surrounding areas.

Qingzhou City out of the city gate is not just a wilderness, the twists and turns of the mountain road continue to spread into the distance, the four are full of wild grass, now it is autumn, even the big tree is yellow branches and yellow leaves, the branches are thin, in this night is to the wind blowing the teeth and claws, pop,

As soon as the two tornadoes wrapped around his body, this Zen Yi still stood still, as if he didn't know that he was in danger, and unconsciously, the two strong winds collided together, which caused the thunder and lightning roar in the two tornadoes in the sky.

Purple thunder and lightning followed the strong wind from a high place to slash towards Zen Yi's monk, and hit Zen Yi's shoulders and head, with a click,

The two tornadoes are synthesized from the middle part, but the place where they meet is where Zenyi's body is, and the tail of the whirlwind left outside is generally a total of four, and it is indeed spectacular from a distance.

The purple thunder slashed on his body, but only a few white smoke were split, but this Zen Yi still closed his eyes tightly, and waves of golden light appeared from all over his body.

The halo appeared from where his hands were clasped together, round and round, as if his hands were holding a pearl of the night, and burst out of the gap in his hands.

The tornado is also more than ten meters high, and several hundred-year-old willow trees around the body are uprooted by this strong wind and hung high in the sky, but this Zen Yi still maintains its original appearance.

He kept reciting what scriptures in his mouth, and the scriptures appeared in the whirlwind one by one, just like when he dealt with Chu on the back mountain before, those golden characters never disappeared, but they remained in the whirlpool, and they rose with the wind, and for a while, among the two tornadoes that swept the sky, they were suddenly overflowing with golden light.

The Sanskrit gold characters visible to the naked eye are surrounded by them, which is strange and extraordinary.

Han Li, who was standing far away in shock, was shocked by this scene, looked at the big red roe deer that was only a few steps away from him, and opened his mouth to ask, "Boss, you should tell me, if that black tornado is imposed on you, how long can you hold on and break free." ”

Guo Shiren also stared at the scene a little confused, and after listening to Han Li's words, he grinned, "How do you know if you don't try, if you are timid, you can quickly turn your head and escape, and when the time comes, on the prince's side, I will say that you have been squatting in the wild grass and diarrhea." ”

In his opinion, this Han Li is a master who does not see rabbits and does not scatter eagles, and what he can do to pick fruits with his hands is to do trivial things that cannot be done to fertilize and turn over the soil.

Looking at the white-clothed figure who was walking forward, and then at the few tornadoes that followed behind the man, the big red roe deer didn't want to be a wall-to-wall watcher, and rushed over with an itch.

Han Li listened to the old eunuch's words and spit a mouthful of thick phlegm directly on the ground, and his right hand stretched out and pointed on his eyes, only to see that his eyes directly showed a green light, but in the green light were two talismans, and then disappeared, his body also trembled, as if he had lost his soul, and turned back all of a sudden,

I couldn't stop spitting, but my face was a little more ruddy,

The method of dividing the soul that was originally withdrawn from him, and a figure sent to the Yongdao to guide those young offspring as martial arts guides disappeared, and suddenly returned to the original body.

It turned out that Han Li, who was standing in the back mountain corridor, had a series of talismans attached to his back body, and he disappeared all of a sudden, but the yellow paper talisman fire that was running in the corridor was still leading the way for those who were running.

He turned around and looked at the little monk who was just fighting on the spot to give the two tornadoes raging on the body, but in his heart he was very yearning for the Zen secret method, and he only glanced at it, and his body was already rushing forward, chasing the big red roe deer.

The tornado that appeared in this flat land is indeed from the natal martial soul of this Song Jinghong, and because its martial arts cultivation is now at the level of a small grandmaster, if you want to say that a little martial arts master, you have to step through the realm of King Kong, so that you can become a little grandmaster, the number of martial artists in this world accounts for most of the Qinglong Dynasty, but after many years, those who can be called little grandmasters are only a few people who dominated the rivers and lakes more than ten years ago.

As for the sword saint He Taifu, he had already passed the level of a small grandmaster, and he was already able to be a sword saint, although it was also a martial arts evaluation for the Qinglong Dynasty, but the way of heaven has its own origin, and the Qinglong Dynasty can occupy a great river, so how can its own luck be compared to the blessed land of the cave mansion occupied by the sect in the world.

Storm, since this Song Jinghong's natal martial soul is a storm, and because his martial arts cultivation is enough to maintain the inexplicable tornado, as long as his whole body breathes slowly, the wind will naturally not stop, and he can control the most terrible storm in the world, and its destructive power is naturally extraordinary.

Now Song Jinghong, who has a sad feeling in his heart, no longer has any scruples, although he also has a trace of luck in his heart, maybe he is wrong, Ah Mei Changying originally did not practice martial arts, and there was no sense of anger, but his heart continued to cramp, and a feeling of loneliness rushed to his heart, and then he thought of Song Tai's cunning and vicious heart, before he faced thousands of rangers and crossbow archers, if it weren't for his martial arts cultivation, it would be that the rouge workshop was not suitable for cavalry to kill,

Just surrounded by a team of rangers, it is to use human life to consume his true qi, and he will also consume his own fatigue and vomit blood, he thought of Chang Ying in his heart, although he has been in the same place in the past few years, but Ah Mei has also misunderstood herself a little over the years, and the two rarely meet, let alone get acquainted,

He turned around and looked in the direction of the Zen monk, with a move of his right hand, two strong winds came straight to his right arm from a distance, but above his right arm, two dragon patterns appeared, fleeting,

"Zen Yi, you don't have to mix in the muddy water of Qingzhou City, just go to read the scriptures as a monk, wait for me on Fahua Mountain, I will naturally go to Baishan in his year, and you won't let me down when the time comes." ”

After speaking, he glanced back at the two black shadows running in the distance, and looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

Originally, the Zen monk who had opened his eyes in purple gold already wanted to break free from the two tornadoes that swept through his body with all his might, he practiced the golden body of Buddhism, and his body could instantly rise more than ten meters in size, although it was only the Dharma of Buddhism, but he didn't want to release it in Qingzhou City, and when he was in Rouge Fang before, it was just an illusion.

He was very interested in the two appearances in total, but this time it was seven black tornadoes, and he knew it was clearer in his heart, the tornado that wrapped his whole body just now was already a bit of a dragon, and the two things that wanted to tear his body with teeth and claws were actually alive, he originally thought that the tornado that Song Jinghong made all of a suddentime was just the transformation of true qi, but he just took a bite of the thing that kept spitting letters at his forehead, and bit it on his little finger,

What came out of his mouth was the Diamond Sutra, and those verses struck the dragon scroll one by one, and the hoarse dragon chant was indeed in his ears.

Storm martial spirit, but can domesticate the genus of the dragon and the whole body, but also feed it with the natal wind soul, but what Song Jinghong did was a little unreasonable,

He didn't have the strength to catch the two things that turned into tornadoes, it wasn't that he had compassion, it was indeed that this thing was very rare, he had once swam through the lotus lake, but he had seen one in that lake, the Zen monk at that time was just hungry, and went to the lake to find a few lotus roots to eat, but what came out of the heart of the lake was a dragon with a head the size of a table, which startled him.

The thing was about to swallow its entire body with a big mouth, and took out the vajra for him, and smashed it on the skull at once, and then the lake instantly rose a lot.

But the lotus in that pool withered in an instant, and it attracted a sect on the mountain to chase and kill, he still remembered that the mountain was called Lotus Mountain, and the lake was called Lotus Lake, as for the sect, he didn't ask, just one step to another high mountain, which escaped the pursuit of a group of female donors on the Lotus Mountain,

And now I actually met Song Jinghong in Qingzhou City who can control the storm at will, Cheng Longjuan, in fact, it is a dragon, but it is not a climate, according to the age, the few caught by Song Jinghong should be two years old,

Monk Zen Yi retracted his thoughts, pinched a trick with both hands, and just now he was still drenched in a wet appearance, and in an instant, the gray robe was dry again,

He instructed loudly, "Master Song don't want to kill, keep a good heart, naturally happy and tight, my Zen monk continues to walk my way, you say go to Fahua Mountain, I will naturally wait for you when the time comes." ”

He didn't pay attention to the two figures chasing after Song Jinghong, but he took a step towards the ruins, with his means, these blue bricks and tiles can be cleaned up in a short time.

But he never left, but he stood in the same place as the city wall, and began to clean up the ruins of your place, and did a ritual with him, which can be regarded as a good result for these soldiers who stoned to death with blue bricks.

Song Jinghong lowered his head and strode forward, but the three tornadoes behind him waved his sleeves and were already in the cuffs, and he took a few steps forward, but he stood down directly,

The big red roe deer Guo on the opposite side smiled at the corners of his mouth, put his hands in his sleeves, and looked at Song Jinghong with a smile.

"I also recognize you when you take off that weird mask, Song Jinghong, hehe, our family fought with you on that Sandingkou last time, if it weren't for you, your Fu wouldn't have escaped all year round, but now someone wants your life, our family just saw that you were fighting with that nameless monk very tightly, and it was indeed very itchy. ”

On the other side, Han Li's footsteps were slow for a while, but he stood on the side of the big red roe deer, and the distance was only seven or eight steps, he stood still, bent his waist, and said with a miserable smile, "Old eunuch, don't say that your hands are itchy, even my Han someone is itching, look at this young man who looks like a scholar in white is indeed handsome, not to mention, there is really a similarity between you and today's saints." ”

He said this sentence at once, but Song Jinghong, whose long sword had never been sheathed, was also in a daze, but in an instant, a murderous aura surged into his heart,

Song Jinghong, who had never been relieved of his anger when he had fought with that Zen Yi monk, was a little paler at this time, but it was not a lack of qi and blood, but it was for the atrophied appearance in front of him, especially the pair of mouse-like small eyes staring, which aroused his anger.

He originally wanted to go to the Chu family's mansion to take a look, but he was even more anxious about Chang Ying's situation in his heart, and this time the road ahead was blocked by these two old immortals, but the anger was a little uncontrollable.

Even if he was paired with that Zen before, he and the Zen monk did have some grievances, but that was also calculated from the previous generation of monks, this Song Jinghong was originally an emotional and unspoken character, but when he saw Han Li's face, he was completely bored,

"The one in red is the chief eunuch Guo Shiren, and this sharp-beaked monkey is surnamed Han Lao Immortal, you two and I have indeed heard of the wind name, the last time Han Li went to the Rouge Workshop, didn't you still have some dodge, but now you are a dog bolder, and even this body has changed a little, isn't it because this old eunuch is your helper that you dare to run in front of me?"

Song Jinghong waved his right hand, but the wind whirlwind mask appeared on his cheeks, and suddenly covered his face, the wind whirlwind did spin on his cheeks, like a living thing,

When he said this, Han Li's face changed three times in a row, and his chest couldn't help but rise and fall, even if others didn't know the identity of Song Jinghong, but he and Guo Shiren on the field were clearer,

This little wild seed left by Emperor Yu Qing was so rude, he even said that he dared to come forward and shout because of the old eunuch's appearance?

This is originally cause and effect, just like the apple tree that I have planted for more than ten years, and today it will blossom and bear fruit all of a sudden, and now I am very different from before, that is, Guo Shiren is now facing himself, and it will take a lot of effort, and the old eunuch will not dare to deal with himself.

Han Li's right hand shook a few times in the air, but in an instant, more than a dozen flickering talismans appeared on his right hand, and he didn't see how he drew the talismans, but the talismans were like a long landscape painting, one by one flashing with ghostly brilliance, hanging in front of his eyes,

Ji Ji smiled and said, "Hey, hey, little guy, last time I Han Li did go to the front of the Jinfu Building and shook around a few times, then the prince didn't say to take your life, and now, even the rouge workshop has been burned to ruins, since you Song Jinghong wants to be surnamed Song, our prince naturally wants to take it back, just like your sister, this surname Song is not so easy, especially your hard-working brothers and sisters, come on, let me, an old immortal, send you to see Liumen 300 people to reunite, hahaha." ”

What he said was indeed vicious enough, but it was the fact that Song Jinghong never wanted to believe in his heart, but it really happened, and there was a sharp pain in his chest, and he didn't look at the dozen or so talismans that you Han Li made in an instant, but his body retreated quickly, and the two fingers of his right hand stretched out, and he burst into a loud shout.

"The two old men are not ashamed, even half of the Zen monk can't compare, but to be this yellow finch behind, the Qinglong Dynasty does raise a group of wine bags and rice bags, isn't Song Tai in Qingzhou, just by virtue of the two of you, you can't protect him!".

As he spoke, the two tornadoes were already attacking the two opposite,

The Guo waiter smiled slightly, and there was a wave of excitement on his face, but he muttered in his heart, not to mention the two of us.