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"Artistic conception master?"

On the eighth day of the lunar month, the Songshan faction was full of joy, but Shaolin inexplicably ushered in three people, it was Ling Hu Chong, Xiang Wentian and let me go.

The three of them went to Shaolin to rob people, that is, Ren Yingying, who was trapped in Shaolin for some reason at this time. Fang Zheng led people to obstruct it, making a mess in the front yard of Shaolin, but in front of the door of this secluded scripture pavilion, the ghost yin was blocked, blocked by a person carrying scriptures.

"It seems that the donor is also a person with roots, and he still knows the theory of artistic conception, if so, how about discussing it with me on an equal footing? Why do you want to come to my scripture pavilion and make people panic? ”

"On the way? I'm not interested, I just want to know, if the aura is drying up day by day. To that evidence, it is said that the realm is not low, but it is much worse than the original empty means. And you, I look at the face, you are only fifty-six seven, right? How can the meridian dantian be filled with true qi, and then comprehend the truth of heaven and earth, and reach the artistic conception? Brute force is difficult to cultivate, and it is sad to go to the sky, this is not plain to say. ”

On crutches, Ghost Yin saw that the other party was holding the scriptures and walking towards the Scripture Pavilion, and he followed slowly, and the other party may have slowed down in order to take care of his inconvenient legs and feet.

"The donor is wrong, the poor monk is two thousand years old"

After comparing the scriptures in his arms, he took out a copy and placed it on the bookshelf, and the old monk slowly opened his mouth to the ghost yin, but these words made people not believe it.

"Don't believe the donor?"

Sensing that the ghost yin did not speak, the old monk who carried the scriptures asked rhetorically.

"I don't believe it, but I know a little"

After living for two thousand years, Ghost Yin is confident that this is just a piece of cake for him, but for an old monk with a mortal body, it is impossible. Moreover, since the construction of the Shaolin Temple, it has been less than two thousand years, so it is naturally impossible for him to live for so long. And the only explanation is that generation after generation, passed down from generation to generation, from Shaolin to the present, I don't know how many people have been empowered for future generations, to this generation of Tibetan scripture people, the life span of all generations of monks has been two thousand.

"The master lives a miserable life, and the last wishes of so many ancestors are pressed on you, don't you feel tired?"

"It's good to have a good heart, and everything is just as you like. The benefactor is a person with wise roots, and the old monk is willing to pass on his life's skills to you."

"Excuse me, not to mention that I don't like it, it's just the last wishes of so many ancestors, it's enough to make me breathless"

In the void, Ghost Yin took out cans of fierce fire oil as he walked, preventing a can every few steps where the old monk walked, and at the same time coping with the old monk's words.

"Alas! It seems that the donor is a villain."

Sensing the act of retreating, the old monk sighed, still unhurriedly placing the book.

"Well, you're so smart, why don't you stop it? So confident in yourself? Placing a jar of fire oil under a bookshelf again, Oni Yin asked with a smile.

"The donor's means are magical, presumably this is the rumored flower and a world, and it must be a ring, right?" Without answering, the old monk just glanced back at the ring on the ghost yin's hand and asked with some curiosity.

"It's about the same, but it's not as big as a world, it's only half the size."

"That is also a treasure that is difficult for the legendary immortals to have, half of the world, just like half of the universe, since the donor has such a thing, why bother Shaolin?"

"What are you doing when you're idle, it's the so-called rain to beat the child, and being idle is idle, it's better to burn a Shaolin to play." Ghost Yin talked nonsense, and put a jar of fierce fire oil on the ground as he spoke, so that the old monk in front of him almost didn't fall to the ground, and he never dreamed that Ghost Yin would answer like this, Rao is old monk's heart is as wide as the sea, but he was also in a daze.

Putting the books in his hand on the bookshelf, the old monk finally couldn't help it, after the ghost yin took out the fierce fire oil again, put his hands together, and after reciting the Buddha's name silently, he persuaded the ghost yin: "Donor, stop it, the poor monk only didn't come when the donor didn't come, I think the donor doesn't practice martial arts, only medicine and poison, it must be the ghost yin rumored by the outside world, right?" It is not easy to cultivate, and it is necessary to pity yourself. ”

"I have known for a long time that this one is inevitable, I originally thought that everything is empty, what temple and what cultivation, in your eyes it is just like a cloud of smoke, it turns out that it is not?"

Oniyin placed the oil under a bookshelf and laughed mockingly.

"If it was true that everything was empty, wouldn't the old monk have already committed suicide?"

"Wrong, wrong, everything is empty, and there is still life and death? A piece of nothingness, walking or walking, all are at a loss and ignorance, Master, what do you think of my Zen principle? Is it profound? ”

"High, high"

I've seen shameless, but Xiang Ghost Yin is so shameless, it's the first time I've seen it for the old monk. It's just that even though the ghost is shameless, but what he says is reasonable, of course, don't think that what he said is crooked.

"Donor, let's do it"

"Think beautifully, I won't make a move" Ghost Yin arranged a jar of fierce fire oil again, at this time the matter in the Zangjing Pavilion has been finished, and the next thing is the other places, tonight he wants to burn Shaolin, Shaolin will be burned to the ground, even if this old monk appeared is an accident, but he can't stop him.

"Donor, let's do it"

The road to the outside was gambled to death by the old monk, and he had to force the ghost yin to make a move, so he did it, and this temper was a must.

"Maybe? I said, Master, don't you just get it first? Why do you want to set up a memorial arch? Anyway, there is no doubt that this fight will be fought today, why are there so many twists and turns? "I couldn't get out of the main gate, and Oniyin walked to the wall. The medicinal qi was swirling, and immediately eroded the wall into a hole more than a foot in size, and the ghost yin also jumped out from there, making the monk over there face black to death.

"Donor~!"

"Okay, okay, isn't it just fireworks? By the way, fireworks, I remember that Master got me a lot of bombs, missiles, or whatever, and I was so fucking stupid. ”

took out three cubic meters of high-concentration explosives from his backpack, and Ghost Yin laughed, there is already gunpowder in this era, so it's not a violation to do it yourself, right? Presumably, God will not smash himself to death with a thunderbolt.

"Boom!"

The old monk felt threatened in the three-cube explosives, and finally took the lead, and the Buddha's palm was hitting the ghost yin a few meters away.

This is also a helpless move, the ghost yin has medicine and poison on his body, once he is close to him, the old monk is now in the artistic conception, and most of them will lose both. And he, after seeing that the ghost yin had no martial arts, he started to think about controlling people in the air.

It's just that at this time, watching Ghost Yin actually use his iron crutch to scatter all his skills, which made him lose his mind for a while.

"Absolutely, absolutely?"

"I don't know, I haven't used my spiritual power for half a year, who knows what level I've reached now" Ghost Yin shook his head, but then approached the old monk little by little with a cane.

This is a good person, and the ghost yin killed him with some uneasiness in his heart, so he let him strike first, so that he would have an excuse for self-deception and feel less guilty for himself.

"Pinch the flowers!"

The ghost yin pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger, but the old monk couldn't sit still, his fingers pinched gently, silently, and a wisp of true qi broke through the air and wanted to cross the ghost yin, but after the ghost yin turned sideways, it hit the pair of gunpowder, making the ghost yin twitch the corners of his eyes.

An iron crutch hit the old monk's head, and in an instant, he didn't know how much oil he left, and then he fled to the ground.

"Boom! Rumble~! ”

The old monk was self-inflicted and couldn't live, so he hit the pile of gunpowder without dying, it was strong gunpowder, how could it not explode?

The front foot of the ghost yin had just escaped to the ground, and before all of them had time to leave, the gunpowder exploded, and the two places connecting the surrounding areas of the fierce fire oil exploded immediately, and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was instantly turned into ashes, and the entire temple behind Shaolin also became a sea of fire. Even the main hall in front of it was also shocked and collapsed, and everyone in the martial arts arena at this time, except for a few monks with profound skills, as well as four late-night guys who were breaking through, no one could survive this explosion.

And most of the monks actually died under the flying bricks, and many were smashed to death by pillows, quilts, and books! Who told you to hide only from the bricks and stones, not from that thing? That's the IQ problem, the big problem!

"Scripture Pavilion, Scripture Pavilion!"

Fang Zheng dodged the flying things, looked at the gunpowder behind him, and hurriedly ran to the back, but as soon as he entered the sea of fire, there was an explosion again, and his figure did not appear.

"Wow!"

Watching Fang Zheng leave, Ren Yingying ordered the fox to spit out a mouthful of blood at the four of them, and although she was a little puzzled, she still took advantage of the chaos to run, but she didn't know that the ghost yin in the dark slowly ran up from the ground.

"Phew!" It was pitch black, but the ghost yin didn't even burn his eyebrows a little, and when he watched the four of them leave, he laughed slowly, laughing very happily.

This backstabbing man is too timely.

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