Han Xiaoyue and Li Jingxian found the ability of Li Jingxian to never forget the opening chapter of "Jianhua Benji" in the secret room, and after remembering this volume in their hearts, they destroyed it so as not to flow into the rivers and lakes and cause trouble. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Situ Sheng and the Spirit Source Master outside the info door continued to look for their traces, but they didn't find Han Xiaoyue, but they met Mingtong. "Listening to what he said, the old man wants to see how there is no return!" The Spirit Source Master didn't believe what Ming Tong said that there was no return here, and pulled Situ Sheng to turn around and leave.

After the two of them left, Zhao Zhun and Zhao Mo came over. Zhao Zhun was sweating on his face, and his heart was full of anxiety. I see all the roads, but there is no end in sight, and I don't see half a figure. Zhao Zhun, who has been in Rong Ma all his life, finally tasted the fear of loneliness. Seeing his anxious expression, Zhao Mo couldn't help but slow down, reached out to wipe the sweat on his forehead and said, "Husband, I think that not everyone can enter this scripture building." We've been around here for a long time, but we can't find half of us. Zhao Zhun comforted: "Not being able to find half a figure is not necessarily a bad thing." If you and I hadn't found the monk who took Han Xiaoyue away, but found Situ Sheng's two thieves, you and I would definitely not be their opponents!"

Mingtong was still hanging high on the bookshelf, and when he heard someone talking under him, he looked down, and saw Zhao Zhun and Zhao Mo passing by here, so he jumped down. "Two donors, why did you come in?" Mingtong said, giving a deep salute. Zhao Zhun and the others saw Mingtong fall suddenly, and their hearts couldn't help but tighten. Seeing that it was Mingtong, he hurriedly replied: "It can be regarded as finding a high monk! Dare to ask where Han Xiaoyue is now?" Mingtong waved his hand and said: "The poor monk Mingtong is not a high monk." As he spoke, he pointed to the depths of the scripture building and said, "Master Han Shi is now in the secret room, and he is very safe. ”

Zhao Mo's hanging heart fell halfway, and continued: "Thank you Master Mingtong, I wonder if we can see him now?" Mingtong hesitated for a moment and said, "There are not only three of us in this scripture building right now. That Situ Sheng is very good at kung fu, and the Spirit Source Master is very cunning. The poor monk was afraid to lead the two of them, and they would follow them. As he spoke, he clasped his hands together and said, "It's better than this." The poor monk led the two benefactors out of the scripture building, and after the two thieves were trapped and gave up their evil thoughts, it was not too late for you to meet again. ”

Zhao Zhun shook his head and said: "Master doesn't have to, since Ben Shuai and His Royal Highness are here this time, there is no reason to return the same way." His Royal Highness King Zhou's men will arrive soon, and it will be easy for us to take down those two thieves together!" Zhao Mo also nodded and said, "Not bad." Master don't worry about us, if Han Xiaoyue and Long Yan can pass the hurdle, we can also pass it!" Mingtong listened, nodded and said, "Okay, since the two donors insist on this, then please obey the orders of the poor monk." ”

Suddenly, I only heard a loud noise at the dome of the Tibetan scripture building, and a large number of bricks and sawdust fell with a bang. The three of them hurriedly retreated, but they were still spilled with brick and wood chips. The three of them lightly dusted off the dust on their bodies, raised their eyes and looked up, and suddenly saw a huge gap, and suddenly dozens of purple-clothed men holding steel knives and blades poured in. The men, without exception, were dressed in dark purple cloth with purple streamers wrapped around their heads and steel knife hilts. It seems that a few of these dozens of people miscalculated their light strength, and the moment they fell, seven or eight people broke their legs and fell to the ground screaming in pain.

Just when the three of them didn't know why, Li Yanliang flew down from the gap in the dome and landed in front of the three of them. The men in purple surrounded them one after another, surrounding the three of them in the middle. Li Yanliang looked at the seven or eight people who broke their legs on the ground and shouted: "Waste! Something that can't be put on the table at a critical moment!" said, raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Zhun and said: "How is it, I didn't expect it, right? I, Li Yanliang, have already ambushed the disciples of Hansheng Hall outside this dry Zen Temple, and today I see where you Zhao Zhun is going!"

Zhao Zhun shook his head and shouted, "How dare you come again?" Li Yanliang snorted, flashed back, and the disciples of Han Sheng Hall around him surrounded him. A disciple stepped forward and stabbed him, but was blocked by Zhao Zhun. Zhao Zhun stretched out a kick and kicked it to the ground. At the same time, a disciple behind him slashed at Mingtong, who dodged and raised his hand to knock him to the ground. Zhao Mo drew his sword and stabbed at the disciple closest to him, but was blocked due to lack of strength. The disciple slashed over, Zhao Mo raised his hand to block it, but the sword in his hand was cut by this knife, and he secretly said in his heart: "The blades in the hands of these people don't seem to be ordinary!"

Seeing this, Li Yanliang laughed and said: "The weapons of your Central Plains people are not as good as those of our party, so let you see what an authentic black diamond knife is!" Zhao Mo had the heart to resist, but the sword in his poor hand was almost broken in two. Seeing this, Zhao Zhun kicked away the disciple in front of him, ran two steps behind Li Yanliang, and stabbed with a gun. Li Yanliang was afraid that he would be shot in the back, so he put away the plate axe to block it.

Mingtong repelled the attack of three or four people, and turned to relieve the siege of Zhao Mo. The disciples of the Han Sheng Hall injured more than ten people, and the other dozens of people did not dare to step forward. Li Yanliang blocked Zhao Zhun's ghost head gun, reached out to take Zhao Mo, and was blocked by Mingtong. Li Yanliang scolded: "Old monk, get out of the way!" Mingtong ignored it, raised his hand and slapped his face door. Li Yanliang freed up one hand and slashed at Mingtong's palm. Just when he thought he could cut off Mingtong's palm with an axe, Mingtong suddenly turned his hand and attacked his armpit from the bottom up. Li Yanliang was no longer able to dodge, so he was hit in both armpits by Mingtong, and his entire body was knocked out five or six steps away.

Zhao Zhun saw that Mingtong didn't make a killing move, so he shouted: "Master, if you don't kill him, there will be endless trouble!" Mingtong clasped his hands together, looked at Li Yanliang and said: "Amitabha, God has the virtue of a good life, I hope you leave quickly, so as not to fly into trouble!" Li Yanliang put away his double axe, rubbed his armpits and said: "Hand over Han Xiaoyue and take us out of this bird place, Hanshengtang will naturally no longer be the enemy of Kuchan Temple!" Mingtong bowed deeply and said: "Donor, this condition is absolutely impossible!"

The three words "impossible" were loud, Li Yanliang was furious in his heart, and said viciously: "Then don't blame me for demolishing your bird tower!" With a wave of his big hand, the disciples of Han Shengtang beside him suddenly dispersed, waved the black gold steel knife and slashed at the bookshelf. Ordinary weapons may not be able to hurt these bookshelves, but the black gold steel knife made by the party's unique Wujin Jinsha in the hands of the disciples has cut these bookshelves to a broken state. The two rows of beautiful and neat bookshelves around Mingtong and the neatly arranged books on the shelves were destroyed in an instant.

Zhao Zhun and Zhao Mo were dumbfounded, and they didn't know what to do. Mingtong's eyes turned red when he saw it, and his hands folded in front of his chest slowly hung down and clenched into fists. Li Yanliang smiled beside him: "Old monk, if you don't hand over the people, Lao Tzu will demolish your scripture building!" As he spoke, he took out a collection of books and turned two pages, "It's just that I pity that so many books are actually destroyed in the hands of you, a stubborn old monk!"

Seeing this, Mingtong closed his eyes and sneered: "The Holy Land of the Tibetan Scripture Building of the Kuzen Temple, how can you wait for Xiaoxiao to do anything here?" The disciple screamed strangely and hurriedly begged for mercy. Mingtong didn't spare him, stretched out his left hand to support the back of his head, raised his right fist and slammed it into the door in front of him. Before the disciple could scream, he was smashed with a punch and his face was bloody.

According to this method, Ming Tong knocked down seven or eight people one after another, causing Li Yanliang to exclaim again and again: "Old monk, you have killed someone!" The disciples of the Han Shengtang also shouted, "The monk has killed someone", and the birds and beasts scattered one after another, and the weapons were scattered all over the place. Seeing that the disciples were scattered, Mingtong did not chase after them, but slowly stroked the bookshelves full of knife marks and the broken scriptures scattered all over the ground, and recited in his mouth: "Although God has the virtue of a good life, it has not stopped my Buddha from punishing evil and promoting good!" But if you dare to destroy these hundred years of authentic works, the poor monk will not spare you!"

Li Yanliang looked at the corpses of more than ten Han Sheng Tang disciples lying on the ground, and his heart was furious. He had the intention to recall the scattered disciples, but he couldn't make a sound. After a full half a pillar of incense, Li Yanliang finally spoke, pointing to the bright passage: "Okay, you evil monk, you actually went on a killing spree in the temple and heavy land......!" You ......" As he spoke, Li Yanliang's voice began to tremble.

Mingtong stretched out his hands, slowly untied the monk's robe on his body and threw it on the ground. At this moment, Mingtong was wearing only a white underwear and stood on the ground with his feet on ****. The crowd didn't know what he was going to do, so they had to stand by and watch his every move. Mingtong took two steps forward and said, "Li Yanliang, do you know who you provoked?" Li Yanliang looked up and down, but he didn't recognize it. But listening to what he said, it seems that he has provoked some powerful character. Seeing that he didn't speak, Mingtong continued: "I entered this dry Zen temple at the age of twenty-four, and in terms of qualifications, I am higher than Mingjing and Mingde. Now, forty years later, both of them call themselves 'old men', and I'm still just a 'poor monk'......"

Saying that, Mingtong calmly picked up a black gold steel knife from the ground, slowly walked towards Li Yanliang and continued: "Li Yanliang, your father Li Chenghan is reckless and profitable. single-handedly founded Hanshengtang, and even your own son was almost sacrificed for the benefit of Hanshengtang. For this reason, it seems understandable that you hold a grudge against your biological father. Li Yanliang was shocked in his heart, and said secretly: "How can this old monk know so true?" Mingtong seemed to understand his heart, and continued: "Don't look at me for forty years in this scripture building, I know all the big and small things in the rivers and lakes. As he spoke, the blade pointed at Li Yanliang's eyebrows and said, "Li Yanliang, you killed your father first, even if I want your life today, I won't be wronged at all." What's more, if you do evil in the Tibetan scripture building, it will be even more intolerable to the Buddha! If you know each other, leave quickly, otherwise you will blame me for killing you!"

Zhao Mo heard this, and shouted: "It turns out that Li Chenghan was killed by you! You framed Han Xiaoyue for this matter, it is really ill-intentioned!" Li Yanliang pouted and said: "You don't want to listen to this evil monk's words, my father was indeed killed by Han Xiaoyue......" Before he finished his defense, Mingtong snorted and said: "When Han Xiaoyue came to my Kuzen Temple, he didn't have any martial arts on his body. Li Chenghan is the hall master of Hansheng Hall, don't say that he was victimized, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get close!" said, looked at Zhao Mo and Zhao Zhundao: "Two, this kind of random blame, presumably he Li Yanliang can't think of it." The person who can come up with such a shady trick must be that Situ Sheng!"

Li Yanliang weighed in his heart and said: "This old monk looks like he has great powers. Li Chenghan's affairs are only known to me, Situ Sheng, and Yu Zhengmei, if they didn't leak the news, or this guy would have spread widely on the rivers and lakes. I'm afraid I can't defeat him alone......" Thinking of this, Li Yanliang retreated, nodded and said: "Old monk, you have no evidence, I can't justify you." Why don't you give me ten days, I'll find evidence that Han Xiaoyue killed my father, and then it's not too late to argue with you!"

"Brother, why did you go and come back, and you want to leave again!" With a cough, two people flashed out from behind the corner bookshelf, it was Situ Sheng and the Spirit Source Master. It turned out that the two of them did not dare to go far after leaving. In order to prevent getting lost again, I made marks on the bookshelves along the way. When they heard a loud bang in the dome, they knew something was going on and followed the mark to find it again. Only then did he discover that Li Yanliang led the disciples of Hanshengtang to surround Mingtong, and all kinds of scenes.

Mingtong snorted and said, "It turns out that the two of you didn't leave, but it was my mistake!" The Spirit Source Master laughed and said, "The master said that he was joking! We just made some marks along the way so as not to lose our way." I just listened to the high-ranking monks' talk, it seems that before becoming a monk, he was a well-known figure in the rivers and lakes, and he dared to honor your surname?" Mingtong shook his head and said: "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint Master Quan, and the contemptible people have no name in the rivers and lakes." It's just that the Spirit Source Master is notorious among the rivers and lakes, and it spreads far away in Kyushu!"

Li Yanliang was going to escape, but when he saw Situ Sheng and the Spirit Source Master coming, he became much more hardened, and said with a smile: "You old monk, you don't know the height of the sky if you praise you for two sentences!" As he spoke, he pointed at Situ Sheng and continued, "Situ Sheng saw Han Xiaoyue kill his father with his own eyes, if you don't believe it, you can ask him!" Situ Sheng listened, he only felt that he was too ridiculous, and he didn't want to cause trouble, so he hurriedly said: "Master, we didn't want to make everyone unhappy when we came here. As long as the master leads us out, I promise not to set foot in the Kuzen Temple for half a step!"

After hearing this, Master Lingyuan looked back at him and said, "Why, Brother Situ Xian also seems to want to learn from Li Yanliang, and it will be good to slip away!" Li Yanliang also pouted and said, "Situ Sheng, you are not usually so cowardly!" Mingtong nodded and smiled: "Situ Sheng, it's not too late for you to retreat now." It's not hard to get out of here, as long as you listen to me and make sure you leave safely. You know, your master is looking forward to your safe return to conspire with great things!" Situ Sheng was shocked when he heard this: "What, my master and I are ...... Do you know?" Mingtong squinted and smiled: "You can control the proportions yourself!" After that, he raised the black gold steel knife and said, "So, which one will die first?"