Song Jinghong lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the little monk who was standing at a position of more than ten steps, and it was only a glance, but the corners of his mouth were smiling, but his heart was shocked.

But it is more clever than the big red roe deer hidden on the Jinfu Tower, and there is another figure who has stood on a treetop in the distance and sat for a long time, every time he gets up, he sits down again, tossing and turning without hesitation,

He raised his eyes and saw that the monk who spoke was not very old, and he was not too much different from himself, he had never worn shoes on his feet, and his big feet were black, but although the gray robe was white, and a few holes were scraped into the branches, but he was not ordinary when he wore it on the monk.

The monk's face was a little handsome, but he was running all the way, and there was a lot of dust on his face.

Song Jinghong lowered his head and smiled, "It turned out to be a Zen monk, I still remember that when you went up to Jiudu Mountain, you were only a teenager, but now you have become a high monk, you can save people and win the seventh-level floating slaughter, not bad, not bad." ”

This person is a monk of Zen Yi, he was surprised by a few people after he said goodbye to Chu and then tossed and turned on the back mountain of Qingzhou City for a few days, but then he saw a number of rangers on horseback and guns to check on the back mountain, he did not live on the Jiuhua Mountain but ran to Qingzhou City, in fact, he was just an ascetic monk who pursued his original intention, just a practice, just at this time it was the time when Qingzhou would be martial, he just wanted to see which outstanding descendants could come out,

Fahua Temple naturally will not send people to participate in this kind of martial arts, and the protégés and disciples they accept in Fahua Temple are all destined people, and they are all poor descendants, otherwise they can't be monks.

But when he saw the flag stationed in the back mountain flashing, but it was already a hundred miles away from Qingzhou City, this Zen monk may be a quiet character in his heart, but in their Fahua Temple, now he has been regarded as the presiding Zen monk in the past few years, but he has often traveled with the world's great rivers and mountains.

Everywhere he goes, it can make his heart feel better, for example, last month he also went to the mouth of the Li River, which is known as the first world, surrounded by mountains, this little monk has a great understanding, and it is not certain that he may be able to step into another realm in martial arts practice.

But when he walked on the road, he thought deeply, turned around and looked in the direction of Qingzhou, and vaguely seemed to be able to see a few fires, ghostly,

Their practice of Buddhism is naturally higher than the ghost path, especially this Zen monk, not to mention the eyes of a thousand miles, but also the perception of the world's qi has a great experience.

Only then did he turn his head and run, near Qingzhou City, you can see the flames in the distance, although the city gate is tightly closed, but it is difficult to defeat this monk, a breath, between the breath is already a figure and the air flying by,

He turned to look at the wooden buildings that were still steaming in his face, with a little sadness on his face, and took a big bowl from his cuff, and threw it out casually, but the big bowl that looked ordinary was poured out of the air like a stream, and the clear water was poured on the burning wooden building.

Not long after, the wooden building that was still burning inside burst into a white gas, but the fire had been extinguished, and the rouge workshop was full of water flowing all over the ground, and the fire was indeed extinguished, but the black corpses that were pressed on the wooden beams were in a tragic state.

The big bowl flying in the air instantly returned to Zen's hand, put it into the cuff, and kept chanting, "Amitabha, good, good, so it seems that no one has been saved, and on the way to life, everyone is fine." ”

As he spoke, he was already bowing his head and reciting scriptures, closing his eyes tightly, and not glancing at Song Jinghong on the side,

Song Jinghong, who was a little embarrassed, was still sitting on a chair in the courtyard, looked down at the half-dead Yan Hui, and asked in a low voice, "Do you think this monk can save you from this dirt?" ”

Yan Hui, who was also thrown into the dirt on the ground with a palm of his whole body, had already had the idea of death, but this would be a monk who came out, since ancient times, who ate fasting and chanted Buddha who was not a good person, but now the idea of survival was churning in his heart, and he moved his mouth with difficulty, and said in a voice like a mosquito, "Little master, don't chant the scriptures, save me." ”

His right leg was clean with a sword cut by a Taoist priest, and the root of his thigh was originally a spring of blood, which would have breathed the soil, and his whole body pressed into the soil with a mysterious force for the white-clothed man in front of him, and he cried bitterly in his heart, and his whole body was not happy, but he wanted to use some strength, but there was no trace of his body.

Song Jinghong glanced at this Yan Hui contemptuously, but he was not in a hurry to take this person's head, but turned back to the Zen monk and said, "Little monk, you still have to do things for the many wronged people who died in this courtyard, Fahua Temple on Fahua Mountain, how many times have I Song Jinghong wanted to go to that mountain to see it, but I didn't put it aside, now it's okay, your monk has been sent to the front, it is indeed a great opportunity." ”

He is about the same age as this monk, but he shouted out a small word from the monk with a pair of big feet, and there was already a lot of disrespect in his words.

He Song Jinghong naturally has a grudge in his heart against the Fahua Temple, and when he killed them on the Jiudu Mountain, there were not a few monks in the Fahua Temple.

Back then, there was a burly monk with a big Zen staff in his hand, called what a monk of the robbery, that person was extremely hateful, every time the Zen staff was swung out, there must be a good head flying into the sky, the monk killed people but never blinked his eyes, it can indeed be called a god-like existence,

Song Jinghong, who was still a well-behaved and timid at the beginning, also took a few looks from afar, then ran down the mountain with him, and looked back, didn't the mountain also burn into ashes?

Isn't the tall and burly monk who followed the small bald head the Zen monk in front of him, time is like an arrow, time passes, and the world is impermanent, but he met in this rouge workshop where there was a big fire, how could Song Jinghong not throb in his heart,

Song Jinghong just sat on the chair and bowed his head to drink, he used to sit alone in the Jinfu Building and drink tea alone, and his mood was practiced, but now when he drinks a sip of spirits, he has a different taste in his heart.

Listening to the Zen Yi standing not far away, chanting in a low voice, so not serious, although the Sanskrit sound that just entered the ear was a little inaudible, but after a while, there was already some comfortable feeling in my heart, but Song Jinghong changed his view of the Buddhist language,

The monk chanted in a low voice for a long time, and then he withdrew his hand, still standing a few steps, but he said very politely to Song Jinghong with his hands folded, "The little monk ran all the way but still didn't save anyone, it is indeed uncomfortable in his heart, this place is desolate, and there are broken walls everywhere, like purgatory, are they all the hands of Lord Song?"

Song Jinghong stretched out his right foot and stepped on the top of Na Yan's head, carrying a wine gourd in his hand, looking up to the sky and laughing, "Monk, let me ask you, if there are thousands of troops and horses rushing up to your Fahua Mountain to wantonly kill the little monk, how do you reason with the other party, or do you turn your head and run to watch your disciples and grandchildren wantonly kill people?"

This sentence stopped Zen Yi, and he pondered for a long time before speaking, "If that's the case, I still hope that the Dharma manifestation can make those people who are bent on killing calm down, but if there are thousands of troops, we can only turn around and run away." ”

Song Jinghong also smiled dumbly, "Chan Yi, back then, your master led a group of people to kill Jiudu Mountain, and the number of deaths on that mountain was no less than today's Rouge Fang, why didn't you dissuade your master from reciting scriptures at that time, why did you want to wave that staff and kill him covered in blood?"

Monk Zen Yi clasped his hands together and couldn't stop chanting, "Amitabha, sins and sins, the master of the catastrophe did obey the words of the Qinglong Dynasty back then, and our Fahua Mountain was even named the Protector Dharma Temple for the Qinglong Dynasty, but the master he also received retribution, after all, he didn't even have a relic, and he was considered to have returned to the evil obstacles on the Nine Degrees Mountain." ”

Song Jinghong was furious when he heard the monk's words, and shouted in his mouth, "Fart, the truth is only called the truth when it comes out of your mouth, the monk himself is not enough to practice, where is there half of the compassionate heart of the Buddhist disciples, he can't come out of the relics, that is because he has not practiced enough, where can he be called to return the past obstacles, you little monk looks at the kind eyebrows, but he is a sharp mouth, so he doesn't hate it." ”

Zen Yi said to this Song Jinghong also blushed a little, his face was full of sorrow, the catastrophe was originally his heir to the master, and his heart was naturally full of respect, but the things that the catastrophe did in his later years will indeed make future generations short, the battle of Jiudu Mountain, he also took it, and the miserable scene all over the mountains is really a little worse than the current Rouge Fang,

Although he has now cultivated to be regarded as outstanding, he has been thinking about this issue for many years and has not been able to do anything, he is very stunned and helpless.

This will be asked to people's faces, and for a while I really don't know what to say.

He looked at the man who stepped on Song Jinghong's head, especially the one who still had a breath, and he couldn't bear it in his heart, the small square of this rouge shop was full of dead corpses, and not far from him were the black horses that cut people into two pieces with a sword, and the cavalry on that horse was even more miserable, and his body turned into two beaches, and he didn't blink his eyes.

At the beginning, he brought the monk to the Jiudu Mountain, accompanied by his own senior brothers, followed by the top two sect members in the Qinglong Dynasty, and the banners on the mountain were all over the mountain, and the rangers sent by the Qinglong Dynasty were tens of thousands.

On the mountain, he did see a young man of the same age as himself, and he still remembered that there seemed to be a little girl hiding behind the young man who did not dare to see people.

Since he grew up in the Fahua Temple, the little monk is to step on an ant to kill and hesitate for a while, that day is not light, so many years have passed, although the martial arts practice of the Zen monk can be called a peerless dust, and there are a few senior brothers of the same generation in the Fahua Temple who can fight with themselves on the first half of the move,

Looking at the world, Zen monk and martial arts can also be called a different way, now he is only more than 30 years old, not a monk, but he is famous,

But the nightmare-like existence in his heart has been pestering his cultivation for so many years, and he has never figured it out after thinking about it for many years.

Zen Yi, who was the best at reasoning with people, said to Song Jinghong at this time, "The donor still let the one under your feet, you see that he is already out of breath and less in breath, and it is good to kill one less." ”

Song Jinghong raised his head and drank all the liquor in the gourd, and threw his right hand back, but the wine gourd was thrown vigorously and flew straight to the direction of the Jinfu Tower, and a streamer crossed the sky.

A dark shadow sitting on the ridge of the roof upstairs of Jin Fu was busy dodging, only to hear a rumble in the distance,

Zen Yi lowered his head and didn't look at the wine gourd that was thrown out, but his hands were folded, but his qi was secretly circulating.

Song Jinghong laughed and said, "Your master who has practiced Buddhism and Taoism for many years has not crossed the red dust, but he has to be entangled with the Qinglong Dynasty, and now Song Tai has given an order to make this rouge workshop into ruins, and you have to bypass the lives of a few people. ”

As he spoke, he clenched his right hand into a fist, just a pull, but Yan Hui, whose whole body was embedded in the soil, let out a cry of pain,

The figure of Zen Yi monk was already moving, and he saw a handprint in his hand, but it appeared in front of Song Jinghong in an instant, and the handprint even held Song Jinghong's right hand.

From the back of Zenyi's hand, blood suddenly gushed out,

Song Jinghong's right fist wrist pressed against Na Chanyi's arm, but a strong wind in the palm of his hand hit Na Chanyi's arm, and drops of blood dripped down, and it was faintly visible that there was a touch of purple gold in the blood.

It seems that a faint halo of colorful light can be seen,

Song Jinghong raised his head to the sky and roared wildly, and the Jin Fu Tower in the distance where he shook was also trembling, and what was even worse, the hundreds of floating horses standing outside Zhang Xu went crazy one by one, no matter how much the horse rangers shouted and pulled the rope, they couldn't control it.

A group of floating horses had already scattered and galloped out, and there was a sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

The hilt of the long sword held in Song Jinghong's left hand had already been handed over, and it was pointed directly on the chest of Zen Yi Monk, and a golden light shot out in all directions, and the Zen Yi Monk had already retreated more than a dozen steps backwards before stopping.

Monk Chan Yi just wiped his left hand on the wrist of his right hand, but the wound that was originally hit by the strong wind that had given Song Jinghong disappeared all of a sudden, and even the few drops of blood that fell on the ground disappeared by themselves.

There is not a drop on Yan Hui's head, it is indeed incredible,

Song Jinghong held the long sword in his left hand, the blade was just a slight stroke on the ground, a good head had already flown into the sky, a blood arrow gushed out, and he took a step forward, Song Jinghong didn't look at Yan Hui, whose whole body was embedded in the soil, and smiled evilly at the monk Zenyi, "Don't move the golden body, good guy, you have cultivated to such a realm with a physical body, it is indeed a little impressive to me, even the old eunuch with the big red roe deer is also much stronger, interesting." ”

Han Li, who was sitting on a branch in the distance and thought about it, but he was just sitting in the cold wind and looking at the small courtyard of Rouge Fang, but he grinned, he naturally saw the rangers in the courtyard who had already scattered and fled for Song Jinghong, not to mention the crossbow archers sent by Zhongzhou City who were in different places.

The crossbow archers alone have been killed and wounded, which shows how tricky the guy named Song Jinghong is, he looked in the direction of the Jin Fu Tower, and whispered, "Old eunuch, do you also come to see the excitement, now let that inexplicable monk deal with that Song Jinghong, it is best to seriously injure that Song Jinghong, and then I Han Li will step forward and collect that person's head, it is better." ”

This Han Li could watch those rangers die in the fire one by one, or kill that Song Jinghong's strange methods, but he never moved the idea of stepping forward to do it, and he didn't know what this Han Li thought in his heart.