Chapter 890: Binding the Rakshasa Woman

As the night wore on, the noise around the temple gradually dissipated, and the vendors closed their doors, and the lights dimmed.

Even in Honganji Temple, in addition to a few ever-bright lanterns, only the candle flame in the Rakshasa Sutra Hall is still lit.

"It seems that after all these years, the spirit is still good. Wang Yong laughed, then picked up the Changxiao he bought, and stood in the forest and played.

In the Xiao Xiao night, the leaves in the forest made a swishing sound, which resonated with Wang Yong's Xiao sound.

There was a strong sense of detachment in the low Xiao voice, like a woman's complaint, and like a girl's whisper in the moonlight.

A little bit, a little bit, a little bit, came out of the wind, straight over the wall, and into the prayer hall.

The female monk in the scripture hall was doing her evening class, and was suddenly awakened by this sudden noise.

She opened her eyes and looked out of the wall, her gaze gradually becoming a little blurred, as if she was attracted by Xiao Sheng.

Suddenly, the sound outside the wall suddenly rose to a tone, the former seemed to be the whisper of the wind, and now it turned into a resounding cold spring.

Bubbling into people's hearts, in this summer night, I still can't help but give birth to a sense of shock.

The female monk only felt that there were pieces of snowflakes fluttering in front of her, falling all over the air, and when the wind blew it, it was like a wave of turbulent propulsion, rippling up a large piece of snow-white powder, swallowing and shattering.

"Who plays the tune is so resentful. The female monk muttered to herself.

Originally, I didn't plan to listen to it anymore, but I wanted to continue doing evening classes.

Who knew that when she was about to give up, Xiao Sheng changed again.

In the melody of resentment, the sound of Jin Ge killing suddenly sounded, and the Zheng Zheng Iron Rider stepped through the air with the sound of Xiao. It's the same cold, but it's the cold of murderous intent, it's the same wind, but it's the bloody wind with blood.

The foreshadowing of the resentment in front seems to have been made for the turning point here.

The female monk seemed to see a Mulan who was in the army for her father, and resolutely put on a military uniform to fight on the battlefield. Iron armor and cold clothes, Jin Ge iron horse, full of cold and slaughtering scenes.

The female monk didn't know which heartstring was touched, and the look in her eyes gradually became hazy, as if she was caught in a memory of the past.

This killing song lasted a long time before it slowly fell, and finally ended with a faint sound, like the wind swirling around the eaves, quiet and indifferent.

The whole piece may not be very skillful, but the truth contained in it is moving.

At that time, the female monk remembered the sentence in a famous Chinese article "Red Cliff Fu": its voice whined, such as resentment, such as crying, such as complaining, lingering, endless. Dancing the submarine of the ravine, crying the wife of the lonely boat.

This whisper can be called this one.

Slowly coming back to her senses, the female monk shook her head and stood up. I don't have the mood to do the evening class today, so I just go to bed.

But after taking a step, suddenly a look of horror appeared on his ugly face.

"This Xiao sound is clearly my life! The mood of the girl in the first section, the killing at will in the middle section, and the green light ancient Buddha in the second section. It's not who I am, who is the player?"

With this thought in the female monk's heart, her state of mind could no longer be calmed.

After hesitating again and again, he suddenly walked out of the scripture hall, jumped out of the temple wall, and followed the direction from which Xiao Sheng came.

Then, she saw a man in white wearing a mask of Prajna in the forest, holding Chang Xiao.

"Who are you?" asked the female monk vigilantly.

Wang Yong saw that the female monk really came out, and couldn't help but smile: "It doesn't matter who I am, the key is that I know who you are." ”

"Impossible!" the female monk's expression changed and she exclaimed.

"What's impossible? The Tie Rakshasa Woman, the head of the Ten Rakshasa Women, actually hid in the monastery as a monk, if this spreads, I'm afraid I'll have to laugh off the big teeth of the killer world. Wang Yong said.

As soon as these words came out, I saw that the female monk's expression became extremely exciting, and she did not retreat but advanced, and quietly took two steps up, and at this time she was only ten meters away from Wang Yong.

If she wanted to, she could strike a blow and kill Wang Yongge first.

When Wang Yong saw the female monk's movements, he didn't care, and continued to expose the female monk's old bottom and said: "The Ten Rakshasa Women were the most famous killer team in Asia in the past. The person in charge of it cultivated ten female killers according to the allusions of the Ten Rakshasas of the Lotus Sutra, and the code names are the names of the ten Rakshasa women in the Buddhist scriptures. And you, the leader of the knotted Rakshasa Woman, have always had an external image of holding a sword in one hand and a scripture in the other, and you are the most powerful existence among the ten women. It's a pity that the Ten Rakshasas offended the United States because of their participation in a coup d'état in a small local country. Surrounded by the elite of the United States in the jungle of the country, nine people were finally killed in the battle, and only the Rakshasa Woman led by the leader escaped, and did not know what happened. ”

Wang Yong is like a few treasures, telling the story of a female monk.

With each word, the expression on the female monk's face changed.

In the end, the female monk's face was extremely ugly, her eyes projected a dignified killing intent, and a monk's robe was hunting in the wind, obviously having a murderous intention towards Wang Yong.

Wang Yong didn't seem to feel the killing intent at all, and said to himself: "But there is one thing that I find strange, it is rumored that the ten Rakshasa women are all bewitching and moving, and they all use their beauty to tempt their opponents when they perform tasks, and then take the opportunity to kill them. The way you look doesn't seem to match the rumors, right? Or did the U.S. military disfigure you?"

The Rakshasa Woman smiled coldly, and suddenly raised her hand and rubbed it on her face, and the scars on her face fell off one after another, revealing an extremely beautiful face.

It turned out that her ugly face was all disguised.

"Well, that's in line with the rumors. Wang Yong nodded, seemingly satisfied.

At this time, the bound Rakshasa girl had already recognized Wang Yong, who was the photographer who broke into the scripture hall during the day.

No wonder Wang Yong repeatedly used the allusions of the Ten Rakshasas to tempt, and it turned out that he had long been suspicious of her identity.

She worked hard to live in seclusion at Honganji Temple, and although her life was hard, she was also stable. But it is resolute that it cannot be ruined by Wang Yong.

"Originally, I had taken refuge in my Buddha. But today I have to go on a killing spree, and if you want to blame it, you can only blame you for knowing too much!"

The Bound Rakshasa said, stepping forward suddenly. This step, like the Rakshasa recorded in the Buddhist scriptures, was as fast as the wind, and it reached Wang Yong in an instant.

Bang!

The knotted Rakshasa woman punched Wang Yong's head, but she didn't want to keep her hand, and was ready to kill with one blow.

Wang Yong chuckled, didn't dodge or dodge, just stood in place and stretched out a palm.

The palm of his palm spewed out secretly, dissolving the fist strength that bound the Rakshasa woman.

"It's still a master of dark energy!No wonder you're so arrogant!But so what?, you're still going to die today!" said the Rakshasa Woman, her tone full of murderous intent.

She didn't want to know Wang Yong's origin anymore, as long as she killed Wang Yong, it was enough.

"There are so many people who want me to die, you might have to be numbered. Wang Yong teased, and suddenly advanced a punch.

Hearing a sound explode in the air, Wang Yong's fist blade carried a terrifying momentum and directly hit the body of the knotted Rakshasa woman.

The knotted Rakshasa woman's body moved, and it flashed as quickly as the wind.

In the blink of an eye, he reached Wang Yong's side, stretched his five fingers, and grabbed Wang Yong's throat.

This grasp was silent, but Wang Yong suddenly had a surprise in his heart. Don't think about it, immediately the dark energy surged, crazy eruption.

Burst!

Wang Yong and the knotted Rakshasa woman's fists collided together, making a muffled sound like defeat.

Then both of them took a step back at the same time.

Wang Yong's eyes showed a touch of surprise, but more of a surprise.

Because he felt a familiar aura from the fist intent of the Rakshasa Woman!

The Yin Qi contained in the Furnace of Creation!

"Say, where is the Creation Furnace?" Wang Yong's momentum suddenly increased, if he was just a hyena before, now he has become a lion.

The terrifying aura pervades the air, making the bound Rakshasa girl feel afraid.

"What a powerful breath, what is the origin of this person? No, thirty-six strategies are the best policy!" The knotted Rakshasa originally thought that Wang Yong was a soft persimmon and could be pinched to death casually.

Unexpectedly, she provoked a real terrifying beast, just looking at Wang Yong's burst of breath, she was definitely not an opponent.

If you continue to fight, you will either die or be captured alive, and if you don't run at this time, when will you stay?

The Rakshasa shook her fist, and suddenly turned around and fled.

She was originally good at light skills, and she didn't know where she learned her footwork, running fast, like wind and thunder.

I only heard a boom, and the figure of the Rakshasa Woman was already a few meters away.

Wang Yong wanted to chase, but it was a little difficult.

"With such light work, it is no wonder that we can escape the encirclement and suppression of the US military. Wang Yong didn't even move, but stood there and sighed.

And the knotted Rakshasa woman exerted her speed to the extreme, pulling out more than a dozen positions of Wang Yong in the blink of an eye.

At this distance, it is absolutely impossible for Wang Yong to catch up.

The knotted Rakshasa woman secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, but she didn't dare to be careless, and her speed was still at the peak, like a wanderer in the wind, fluttering over the wall of Honganji Temple, and running towards the scripture hall.

There were still some important things for her there, and she had to get them back.

It's just that when she entered the scripture hall, the Rakshasa Woman's hair suddenly stood on end, and a chill rose from her back spine.

"Not good!" the Rakshasa shouted, turning and running outside the prayer hall.

It's a pity that it's too late.

I only heard the sound of bullets repeatedly, and the firepower engulfed the prayer hall, and the dense bullet rain weaved a fire net near the prayer hall, locking every corner of the Rakshasa Woman's escape.

At the same time, beams of aiming lasers shot into the auditorium, like chains that lock souls.

"With such ferocious firepower, it can't be the Oriental police! Who is it? Well, this bullet, 6A2 SA This is the precision shooter rifle of the US military squad, which has the ability to accurately snipe. How could they possibly know that I was hiding here?" Rakshasa picked up a bullet casing, and her face changed dramatically.

If it was the Toyo police or the Toyo Army who surrounded her outside, she might still have a fight.

But the US troops stationed on the island, then there is not much hope. When the U.S. military besieged and killed their ten sisters before, they had an overall advantage with advanced weapons, and in the end she was the only one who escaped.

It is conceivable that at this time, there must have been an unknown number of high-power weapons set up outside, and as long as the situation is not right, the US military will raze this prayer hall to the ground.

The U.S. military is not an Oriental, so they don't care that Nishi Honganji Temple is a famous cultural monument in the East. For the U.S. military, the value of a knotted Rakshasa woman is far greater than the entire Honganji Temple!