is also anxious, as well as Xu Wanzhen in the backyard of Qingliang Temple. She listened intently to the movement, only to hear people arriving one after another at the bottom of the mountain, shouting and shouting, the sound of swords, endlessly.

She also heard the movement of the warrior monk, but the number of them was too small compared to the attacking enemy. In terms of numbers, the warrior monk must have one enemy and three enemies in order to repel the enemy.

But is this possible? Xu Wan's heart is really bottomless. I can only hope that Cheng Jue can send the news to Xiao Caiwei smoothly and bring back reinforcements.

Qingliang Temple was able to take her in and meet the incoming enemy, which had already surprised her. She didn't want to cause these warrior monks to suffer heavy casualties because of her.

But the battle outside started because of her, but it didn't change because of her thoughts.

The sky will be dark, and under Yuan San's hands, hundreds of people have already gathered. Hundreds of people are just a number, but when they gather together, they are a black oppression, and the sword flashes with cold light in their hands, which is terrifying.

Among these people, there are subordinates who belong to Yuan San's henchmen, there are elites left by Ah Da, there are temporarily hired gangsters, and there are also noisy ruffians.

Yuan San lowered his eyes, and in less than a cup of tea, he distributed these people.

Additional manpower was assigned to the back door and side door of Qingliang Temple to prevent Xu Wanzhen from escaping from the chaos. Most of them stayed at the main entrance, huddled around him.

Yuan San gave an order, and the grappling hooks came out, and more than ten people then kicked onto the courtyard wall with the power of ropes. Their task was to climb into the temple and open the gates for them to enter in a big way.

But seeing that more than ten people entered the courtyard wall, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no movement inside.

"Oh no! The other party has been on guard. A thought flashed through Yuan San's heart.

He beckoned, and several people suddenly threw the pine torches in their hands into the temple. At the same time, the people drew their swords and axes and slashed towards the gate.

Tong Hui and thirty-five warrior monks were waiting for them, and at their feet were the corpses of the group of people who had just climbed over the wall. Torches burned beside them, shining like iron on their bodies.

Cheng Jue kept the agreement with Xu Wanzhen, in addition to her true identity, she had already explained it to Tonghui in 1510. Xu Wanzhen is not an ordinary woman, and these thieves are not ordinary robbers.

Tonghui didn't know what was going on or who he was facing. He only knew that the duty of the warrior monk was to guard the Qingliang Temple, and he would never allow it to be a disciple or an enemy.

Listening to the shouts outside, Tonghui's figure was like a mountain, unwavering.

The gate of Qingliang Temple is more than 100 years old and is made of thick paulownia wood. But no matter how good and thick the door is, it can't withstand such an impact.

Finally, after holding out for a quarter of an hour, the gate collapsed. The warrior monk led by Tonghui appeared in front of Gensan.

Yuan San raised his right hand and clenched his fist, stopping the people behind him from moving.

"You see, there are more of us than you. Yuan San said: "If you know the current affairs, hand over the woman, and I will not blame the past." ”

Qingliang Temple is the first temple in the world, a place outside the square. Here, after all, Yuan San still has three scruples.

He and Ah Da's men, as well as the hired good hands of the rivers and lakes, all obeyed the order and lowered their weapons. But those ruffians don't do it, the incense in Qingliang Temple is so strong, it is not easy to take this opportunity to enter the temple and loot it, but you have to give up the opportunity in vain?

Suddenly, the ruffians shouted one after another, shouting that they wanted to enter the temple and search it.

Yuan San's eyes were horizontal, only to see a flash of the knife, and the ruffian who shouted the loudest, "grunt" and his head fell to the ground.

Such a clean and ruthless method of killing, when have the ruffians seen it? Suddenly they were silent and quiet.

"How?" Yuan San slowly wiped the blood stains from the knife, looked at Tong Hui and said, "You can also see my sincerity." Can you commit a crime for a woman who is not related to her?"

Tong Hui's expression remained unchanged, he only raised the long stick in his hand, and with a shout, the monks behind him put on a formation. There are few warrior monks, so they can only set up a formation to resist the enemy.

"Well, in that case, we're welcome. ”

Yuan San waved his hand, and the people behind him raised their weapons and shouted loudly to rush towards the warrior monk. The fastest to rush were the recruited ruffians.

They witnessed the ferocity of Motozo, and the long stick in the warrior monk's hand had no deterrent power compared to the knife in his hand.

"Bang bang bang!" was teased or struck by the long stick of the warrior monk, and the scoundrels screamed and fell all over the ground, lying on the ground and screaming.

The warrior monks did not take their lives, so they lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, no longer coming forward to be cannon fodder.

Blocked by them, Yuan San suddenly came with a real elite master and killed in front of the warrior monks. Tonghui took the lead in the attack, the stick shadow flew over, the cloud, dial, fall, collapse, poke, back, sweep, and showed his skills for decades, sweeping down a large area of enemies.

The monks in the back held sticks in their hands, as if they were practicing in daily sparring, casting spells and carrying sticks, colliding and agitating.

In the face of an enemy several times his size, although the warrior monk is not afraid, after all, not everyone has such skills as Tonghui. Almost all of the hired charlatans are life-fighters. His subordinates' moves are ruthless, with the purpose of hurting people and killing people.

After repeated impacts, the formation of the warrior monks has been chaotic, and almost everyone is bloody, but they are still standing. The people lying on the ground were all people brought by Yuan San.

The sky was white, and the translucent sky light shone in, sprinkling on what should have been the pure land of Buddhism. When the monks who were doing the morning class heard this unusual movement, they were so shocked that they rushed around to tell each other.

In Qingliang Temple, except for the warrior monks in the precept hall, the others are monks who have been ordained and serve the Buddha. As the head of the temple in the world, when have you ever seen such a scene?

Raising warrior monks is just to prevent wars and displaced people in times of war. In the current peaceful and prosperous world, no one thought that there would be a large number of people who would commit it.

Yuan San quickly looked around, half of his people had fallen, but the elite was still there. The combat power of the warrior monk is only more than 20 people when the battle is full.

He smiled, if he continued to fight like this, the warrior monk would die one less by one, but he had reinforcements.

Glancing at the monks who had come to investigate the situation from a distance, Yuan San looked at Tonghui and asked, "If you don't give in, if you keep fighting, you will die." ”

Tong Hui's face was expressionless, and he only raised the bloodstained long stick in his hand.

"I'm for your good, it's still too late to surrender at this time. Once we can kill sexually, those innocent monks behind you will not be able to escape the fate of death. Think about it, is it worth it?"

Tonghui's hand holding the stick trembled slightly.

Yuan San is right, he really can't decide the life and death of the monks in the whole temple on behalf of the presiding officer. It was his mistake, he didn't expect the enemy to be so strong, it seemed that he couldn't stop it.

Sensing that he had loosened up, Yuan San was trying to add another fire to make him give up resistance.

At this moment, a clear voice came, "Don't think about it, I'll go with you." ”