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Luxury cars gather outside Qixia Temple.

There are monks everywhere in Qixia Temple.

For the monks who practiced here, it seemed that it was the first time in their lives that they had seen such a battle.

Abbot Longkong now does occupy an unshakable position in Buddhism, these years has been sitting in Qixia Temple, disciples everywhere, branches, do a lot of bad things have the heart of the Buddha some successful people will often come to visit, but today's scale of visiting, so many years, is definitely the first time.

Nearly twenty luxury cars, mighty, finally stopped at the gate of Qixia Temple, and were neatly photographed in a row.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the famous cars that don't even dare to ask for luxury are parked under the steps of Qixia Temple, silent and arrogant, virtually blocking all the roads of tourists who come to visit!

Clear!

Outside the gate of Qixia Temple, there are also nearly twenty monks dressed almost identically, gray monk robes, holding Buddhist beads in their hands, slowly turning, although the heart is shocked, but the expression has always remained calm, low eyebrows and smooth posture, but there is always a kind of neither humble nor arrogant style.

The monk stands on the steps.

At the foot of the steps, a group of business predators who joined together were enough to turn Jinling City upside down.

Buddhism is pure and noisy to the world!

Although there was no hostility, the two sides were separated from each other, but a subtle but obvious confrontation was formed, and even the atmosphere was slightly solidified.

Tang Qianjun, who was independent of others, squinted his eyes and smiled, not the splendor and warmth of the sunshine together, but a kind of quiet and profound after experiencing vicissitudes.

Have no bottom.

No one even knew what he was laughing at.

More than a dozen middle-aged uncles who have achieved fame and can even be said to have no regrets in this life stood behind him honestly, and Tang Qianjun didn't speak, so they didn't dare to move.

Hongchen vs. Buddhism seems to be an unusually complicated confrontation of grievances.

"Enter the temple."

Tang Qianjun was silent for a while, and finally spoke, slowly spit out two words, and took the lead in taking steps and climbing the steps.

Behind him, more than a dozen people who can drive at least two-fifths of Jinling's business resources are also following suit.

Dozens of steps, step by step.

From beginning to end, the more than ten monks standing at the gate of Qixia Temple did not say a word, silently watching Tang Qianjun approach step by step.

The light of the entire Qixia Temple seems to have been attracted by Tang Qianjun and has become the most dazzling center.

"Abbot Takaku can be in the temple?"

Tang Qianjun came to a group of monks at the gate of Qixia Temple, and asked with a soft smile, gentle and elegant, without the slightest anger, and his tone was casual like a neighbor's visit.

"The abbot is not in the temple at the moment, and everything in the small temple is currently presided over by Master Longxiang."

A monk who was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old smiled, folded his hands, and gave a salute: "Do you want to see the donor?" Master Longxiang said that when you come to the door, you don't need to be announced, you can enter directly through the door. ”

"Takashi?"

Tang Qianjun's eyes suddenly froze, his two sword eyebrows soared, and he subconsciously brought out an almost violent awe-inspiring momentum and aggressiveness, and said with a smile: "It's also an old man." So more than 10 of us bothered. ”

"Amitabha, donors don't have to be polite."

The monk who answered the call said softly, a contented monk posture, waved his hand, and took the lead in getting out of the way.

Behind him, more than a dozen monks seemed to get a signal, and took a step without saying a word, and in less than two seconds, a small-scale pedestrian passage was formed, with agile movements, and more than a dozen people clasped their hands together at the same time, and their voices were low, and they said in unison: "Amitabha." ”

"Buddha?"

Tang Qianjun sneered, his momentum became more and more awe-inspiring, his eyes swept over the audience, awe-inspiring, and walked directly along the sidewalk.

Behind him, more than a dozen Jinling business predators who were turning clouds and rain in their respective fields looked at each other, looking at these monks in front of them with their hands folded like statues, and they broke out in a cold sweat.

Most of them have been to this temple, which is extremely famous in the whole of Jiangnan, but today is the first time they have seen this kind of scene.

There is no low eyebrows, no compassion, no humility and courtesy.

There is not even the most basic hostility and kindness, and the calm and almost dead silence makes people feel bottomless.

Tang Qianjun didn't seem to expect these people to follow him at all times to maintain a posture of advancing and retreating together, and he silently moved forward, entered the temple gate, turned a corner with ease, and his figure disappeared.

It was only at this time that more than a dozen people in the Tang family's business faction suddenly reacted and rushed in.

If you talk about the scenery, even if it is to make people speak with a conscience, Qixia Temple should not be charming, there are pavilions and pavilions, birds and flowers also exist, but every inch of land here, there is a solemn and serious Buddhist charm.

When you enter the temple, you don't look at the scenery, you only look at the wind bones.

Passing through the Daxiong Treasure Hall where every temple exists, passing by the country's largest relics pagoda, the atmosphere is quiet, Tang Qianjun's expression has always been very calm, but his eyes have always been arrogant, Bodhisattva Arhat is full of gods and Buddhas, did not arouse his slightest piety, and never let him bend down.

Eventually enter the backyard where visitors stop.

An old monk in a dirty robe stood quietly on top of a meadow, and beside him, the once thatched hut had collapsed and was in shambles.

The old monk, whose real name is Qin Shengfa Longxiang, always maintained a posture of folding his hands, facing the sun, squinting, as if he was coming out, and he was suddenly unaware of Tang Qianjun who was slowly walking behind him.

"Old man Qin, long time no see. Is your body still strong? Tsk, you can't change your raunchy problem, no wonder you came to be a monk, just your image, don't say seventy or eighty, even if you are dozens of years younger, there is no yellow flower girl willing to follow you. ”

Tang Qianjun squinted his eyes and smiled, put his hands behind his back, and came to stand side by side with Master Longxiang, although his tone was gentle, the content of his speech was unceremoniously.

Qin Sheng's body was motionless, like a petrified statue, standing quietly, his eyelids lowered, and he said unashamedly: "Could it be that Tang Tianyao's old immortal has recently ruined the yellow flower girl of whose family?" He's trimmed, he's clean and looks like a dog everywhere he goes, is this life better than mine? ”

Rumble!

Tang Qianjun's face suddenly stiffened with a smile, and the next moment, a majestic and unparalleled killing intent suddenly burst out from his body, and his eyes, which seemed to be smiling at any time, also became extremely cold, turned his head, and said viciously: "Qin Sheng, have you lived enough?" ”

If you don't agree, you will kill!

Moodiness has always been the hallmark of Tang Qianjun, in a sense, if it weren't for his too brutal character, the current head of the Tang family would not be Tang Qianli, Miss Tang's current father!

Master Longxiang's expression did not move, he was in the center of the murderous aura, and the peaceful and compassionate temperament on his body became more and more mellow, not advancing or retreating, and he lowered his eyebrows and said, "Amitabha." If Master Tang is not accustomed to the words and deeds of the poor monk, although he makes a move, although the poor monk is old, he still has the strength to ask the juniors for a few tricks. ”

"Old thing, are you scolding me for not being big or small? What about you being a generation older than me? After living for such a long time, all of them have lived to dogs, this world is the law of the jungle, how can it be humble? Where does it come from the size? I'm no worse than you old perverts right now, so you're putting you right for me! The butcher of the Qin family became a monk? Joke! If it weren't for the need for you to watch the Huangfu Futu here, where would Master Longxiang come from now? You'd better take off your monk's hat for me, or I'm not sure I'll have such a good temper in the future. ”

Tang Qianjun sneered, the murderous aura became more and more awe-inspiring, constantly climbing, and finally majestic as the sea, surging and rushing, constantly sweeping the body of Master Longxiang, his eyes were cold and piercing, staring at the other party's dirty robe.

He has always believed in absolute strength and his own strength, disdains conspiracy and power, prefers to go straight, what to say, if a person is really strong to a certain point, he will not care about the opinions and statements of bystanders.

The motto of this extremely arrogant third-generation genius of the Tang family is a sentence of eight words that are vulgar to the extreme, but also domineering to the extreme.

Those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me die!

There have never been exceptions!

"What do you want to do here?"

Qin Sheng was silent for a while, and finally spoke, his folded hands were also put down, one hand turned the Buddha beads in his hand, his feet seemed to have taken root, and the old monk settled down, without even the slightest movement.

"There are only two characters in Jinling who can make me cast a rat trap, one is you, and the other is Huangfu Futu. Treat the master of the same level as himself, even if he is passing by, he has to come to visit, Huangfu Futu is not there, which is exactly what I want. At least it's a lot less troublesome. ”

Tang Qianjun smiled, the curvature of the corners of his mouth was cold and mean, full of a cruel and bloodthirsty taste.

"Who are you going to kill? Wang Fuxing? Or the Emperor's Spirit? ”

Qin Sheng frowned slightly, and said straightforwardly.

"Kill them all. That little bastard treats my niece like that, does he still want to revive his so-called bullshit family alive? Someone in the family is obsessed with ghosts, and wants to use the Huangfu Lingxi as a forbidden body to hide and play with himself, which is not impossible. But that girl has grown up too fast, and like Wang Fuxing, she is a threat, so she can't stay. Let's just die together. ”

Tang Qianjun said with a smile, his eyes flashing with excitement, and his heart was full of a sense of accomplishment that was about to kill the genius.

It's his favorite thing to do.

"Old man Tang, can't wait? Yes, his patience has always been bad. ”

Qin Sheng said lightly, his low-eyed and kind posture was slightly restrained, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was a little sneering.

Tang Qianjun didn't answer, his murderous aura suddenly subsided, and the whole person instantly regained his calm, this murderous aura was released and retracted, without warning, if it was an ordinary person, it was enough to make people vomit blood, he raised his head, stared at Qin Sheng's old face, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and said coldly: "I just came to ask you, the Tang family and the Xia family are currently cooperating, I will kill the king and revive, do you dare to have an opinion?" ”

How dare you?

I have to say that this is indeed a character who is so arrogant that he doesn't take anyone in his eyes.

What's more, such a character has absolutely strong strength.

"Amitabha."

Qin Sheng read a sentence softly, his voice was calm and deep, and it seemed that he had regained his identity as a master of Longxiang in an instant.

Tang Qianjun got a satisfactory answer, didn't say anything more, turned around and left.

Master Longxiang stood still, hesitated, and when Tang Qianjun took the tenth step, he finally spoke leisurely: "The Nine Swords are currently in Jinling. ”

Tang Qianjun's footsteps suddenly paused, Huo Ran turned around, looked at Monk Longxiang, and was silent for a while before laughing and said, "Nine swords? How many of those wastes are left today? Haha, what is cultivated by a waste person, what is it if it is not waste? ”

The dirty robe on the Longxiang monk instantly drummed!

The old monk, who did not have the slightest exaggeration in the whole conversation, turned around suddenly, his eyes were cold, and the corners of his mouth had an undisguised mocking look, and said lightly: "Waste?"

"Isn't it? You know how to respect your opponents, I don't. To me, that's bullshit. He is your opponent, not mine. A dead man, is he worthy to be my opponent? Don't say he's dead, even if he's not dead, now I can easily press him to death with one finger, believe it or not? Well? ”

Tang Qianjun sneered again and again, full of anger, and seemed to have a tendency to have an imminent attack.

"Get out!"

The complicated look in the eyes of the monk Longxiang flashed, there was awe, happiness, and a trace of sadness, and he said in a deep voice.

Tang Qianjun laughed, turned around, and really didn't have any nostalgia.

The Tang family, who was airborne to Jinling, decided to be a master, and he really didn't have the slightest scruples and went out of the temple to kill people.

Monk Longxiang stood in place, stunned for a long time, before laughing at himself and muttering, "Waste? What a waste. ”

He remembers it vividly.

That year, that night, the wind and snow filled the capital.

After the extremely powerful force came to an end, the three major families now worked closely together for the first time, and the decision masters of the major families were exhausted, just to kill one person!

That night was full of wind and snow, and a wasted man brazenly drew his sword, fighting the price of serious injuries and disability, and produced thirteen swords in a row!

Thirteen absolute masters were all slashed that night!

Murderous. Sword intent soars into the sky!

That night, which had long been extinguished in the long river of history, became a nightmare for the three major families and even the entire capital!

And Qin Sheng, the butcher of the Qin family, was the only survivor of that battle.

The current monk Longkong closed his eyes, then opened them, sighed softly, and finally turned to leave, muttering, "The dead are great, it's a pity." ”