One stone into the pool, stirring up layers of waves, rolling up a lot of short streams.

These martial arts people who are through the mysteries and fly on the walls are also mortal bodies; He also eats whole grains and grains, and is disturbed by seven emotions and six desires. Since he is not an immortal, he will inevitably have distracting thoughts. No matter how high the martial arts and how old the qualifications are, the people in the rivers and lakes are also unavoidable from this kind of gossip with a strong impact.

Who is Shen Gui? Who is Jiang Xiaolou? Who is Li Le'an? This triangular relationship, which paragraph to make up is enough to feed hundreds of storytellers and thousands of fast-talking women in the alleys!

However, in the midst of this noise and noise, the furious Zongjing Zen Master opened his mouth and let out a loud shout, his generous and mighty face, and he was also angry and black and purple, without even saying a word about the scene, he immediately turned up a pair of iron palms and went straight to Jiang Xiaolou's front door to shoot!

This scandal, which was only passed on twice, was completely distorted to the original intention, and it can be regarded as a complete hook out of the true fire of the great monk Zongjing!

From a secular point of view, this Zen Master Zongjing does not look like a monk in the traditional sense, and even the shrewd does not look like an old-school Jianghu person! With the delicate and cunning methods of this person's mind, even if he leaves the Buddha and enters the court as an official, he will definitely not be a mediocre and incompetent person!

However, no matter from which point of view, it can only be said that Zongjing is a pseudo-monk who is "pious", but he cannot be defined as an outright scum; As for his choice to join the rebellion of the Qin camp and oppose Jiang Xiaolou in front of the formation, it is only the difference in the positions held by the two sides, and it has nothing to do with good or evil.

And long before the two sides fought, Zong Jing still remembered an old friendship between the two division commanders, and wanted to persuade his prodigal son to turn back and help King Qin set things right. As for the hostility towards Jiang Xiaolou, it is mostly due to the reason of "hating iron does not make steel".

Jiang Xiaolou is famous and decent, and his martial arts have already cultivated to the top of the world, so he should draw his sword to kill demons and set the tide, so as not to disgrace the name of the Qingmang Sword God! Ke Zongjing saw that the descendants of this kendo master were deceived by Shen Gui, and finally became an evil demon and fell into the outer way; It's a matter of course to be furious!

After all, in the eyes of everyone in the Qin army: Emperor Yan Yuanqing has proved his incompetence and stupidity with practical actions; In the course of his reign of several decades, the people of Beiyan were constantly burdened by his mediocrity, immersed in endless exploitation and war.

Even if you Jiang Xiaolou are unwilling to help Qin, then you should return to Shunan, continue to cultivate your sword and ask, why do you have to protect a deaf and unscrupulous king? Coupled with the "final explanation" that he has come up with in private, he has got an even more "absurd" answer! This time, Zong Jing really had a murderous intent!

Even if Jiang Xiaolou cut a sword under his ribs, he didn't know what went wrong; But Zong Jing clearly knew that his Arhat Golden Body Exercises had not been broken by the other party. At this time, he flipped a pair of iron palms, revealing the two scars of the word "swastika" in his palms, stepping on muddy steps under his feet, imitating the ancestor of Shimen who crossed the river with a reed, swinging away the blood and mud under his feet, and instantly came to Jiang Xiaolou's face!

"Hah!"

Zong Jing opened his mouth and let out a loud shout, his palms were crossed, and he struggled forward to push forward a heavy palm! The palm wind carried the blood mud flying under his feet, and slapped it straight towards Jiang Xiaolou's forehead; And a few strands of hair flew in front of Jiang Xiaolou's forehead, but his eyes were still closed, and his demeanor was very leisurely, as if he was in a pure bamboo forest, without any caution and precautions.

However, just as Zong Jing's pair of fleshy palms were about to touch Jiang Xiaolou's forehead, a familiar wind came again, cutting Zong Jing's eyelids with two blood marks! And this time, Zong Jing neither turned his head to dodge, nor did he retreat; With the monstrous anger in his chest, he forcibly passed through the turbulent wind, and vowed to kill Jiang Xiaolou, who had insulted his master, to death under Hedong City with one palm!

However, this time, the power of the turbulent wind was even stronger; His eyelids, which were as hard as jade, were also cut by the strong wind, and two thin pieces of skin fell weakly to the ground. Zong Jing's eyes, which could no longer be closed, really caught Jiang Xiaolou's traces! I saw Jiang Xiaolou, who was speechless with his eyes closed, holding the Spring Rain Sword against him, and lying on his slender arm; In the next moment, his figure spun, drew a white phantom, and quickly turned backwards with Zong Jing's right arm as the axis......

The idlers who watched the battle saw Jiang Xiaolou like a ghost, and he turned around Zong Jing for half a circle! As a result, the sword body of the Spring Rain Sword not only brought out a dazzling spark, but also made a sharp noise of "stabbing lala"! When everyone heard it, it seemed like they were in the lowest blacksmith shop, and they couldn't help but cover their ears and frown......

When the stinging sensation in the ears gradually weakened, everyone raised their heads and looked at it again: they saw that the great monk Zongjing who remained in the scene had been cut open half of his body after Jiang Xiaolou made an understatement! From the right arm to the waist ribs, and even most of the right leg, there is no longer half of the intact skin; The dark red muscles, the white bones, and the blue and purple fascia were exposed to everyone's eyes, naked and uncovered.

The so-called medical and martial arts are not separated, and all the martial arts people present are also familiar with medicine; There is also the clutch lang of the Medicine King Palace-Lu Yuan Lu Daochang; and the red-blooded red clothes of the Ghost Hand Gate - Jiang Yuelu; These two martial arts celebrities are a man and a woman, a doctor and a poison; Looking at the entire Huayu Continent, only under Lin Siwei, the holy hand of rejuvenation, can be called the top medical master.

At least in the eyes of these two people: the injuries of this Pure Great Monk look extremely terrifying! But putting aside the bloody and brutal extensive wounds, and only looking at the injuries themselves, they are only more serious skin injuries, at least for a short time, and there is no danger to life.

However, there was a lot of talk in the crowd, and they thought that the battle was already understood; And the old head of the Divine Fist Sect, Bai Changyou, has already taken a few steps in the queue, ready to ask for an explanation for the great monk Zongjing who was skinned by Jiang Xiaolou......

"I am also hundreds of billions of dollars, and it is convenient. or have a good root, ask and believe; Or there is a good fruit, diligent persuasion to achieve; Or there is dullness, and it will return after a long time; Or there is a heavy karma, and there is no admiration. If it is a sentient being of the same generation, each has its own differences, and its own body is free. or in the form of a man, or in the form of a woman, or in the body of a celestial dragon, or in the body of a god or a ghost; Or the mountains, forests, rivers, ponds, springs, and wells are beneficial to people, and they are all free from ......"

Everyone suddenly heard the direction of the battlefield, and someone was whispering; I just had to take a closer look, but I saw that the two people who had already decided the winner were turning their backs to each other: Jiang Xiaolou, the third son of the sword pool in white, was standing on the ground, closing his eyes and dancing with his eyes as if no one was around, his expression was leisurely and quiet; And the great monk Zongjing, who had already removed half of his skin, also asked the Buddha with one hand, sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by stumps and blood and mud, and chanted the scriptures in a low voice.

Monk Zongjing chanted sutras extremely quickly, and his voice was also very low; But every word, every musical scale in the scriptures, echoes leisurely on the battlefield; It was clear that even Zhou Changan and Zheng Qian, who were standing on top of the Hedong City Tower, heard it clearly and clearly.

The Zhou family firmly believed in the Xuanmen Taoism, and naturally did not know much about the classics of Buddhism. At this time, Zhou Chang'an frowned tightly and asked Zheng Qian, a disciple of Prime Minister Wang Fang:

"Mr. Zheng, what kind of scripture is this great monk reciting?"

"The student is dull, and he only knows a little about the Buddha's scriptures; It sounded as if he was reciting a "Jizo Sutra"; In a superficial explanation, this scripture talks about the process of the Buddha's purification of sentient beings, and the need to make it possible to turn into formless and all things, so as to enlighten and enlighten all sentient beings in heaven and earth. ”

"Oh...... I see. However, isn't this Minjiang warrior monk who has always only practiced his own body and does not pay attention to purifying sentient beings? ”

"That's about that...... The students are also not very clear. However, I had the privilege of hearing Mu Beigong preach, and his old teacher said that this "Dizang Sutra" is not attributed to the interpretation of the Dharma Patriarchal Law, nor to the Zen Method, but to the self-contained Dharma! As for the deeper problem...... The student is a disciple of the Confucian school, and he is also not very clear, so please ask the four princes not to blame ......"

Just when Zheng Qian racked his brains and carefully searched for all the memories of this scripture; Zhou Changan suddenly pointed to the great monk Zongjing who was sitting cross-legged under the city, and shouted:

“…… You see! ”

Zheng Qian looked down and saw that Monk Zongjing's half-terrifying "Fa Xiang" had stood up impressively; But the chattering chanting in his ears still showed no sign of stopping, but became more and more deafening!

The great monk Zongjing, who seemed to be seriously injured, suddenly moved! From his eyes that could not be closed, two golden rays of light suddenly shot out; Raised his right hand alone, towards Jiang Xiaolou with his back to him, and suddenly pushed out a single palm, and the surrounding air seemed to be squeezed by the strength of his palm, revealing the distortion and nothingness visible to the naked eye!

"The poor are empty, they have been born and they have perished; And in silence, the subtlety is not complete! ”

Before hitting Jiang Xiaolou, the great monk Zongjing suddenly opened his eyes angrily and shouted violently! And his left palm, which was raised horizontally, also launched a "swastika" that could be recognized by the naked eye, and along the way, he was wrapped in blood and mud and stumps scattered on the ground, as if he was chasing the wind and waves, and went straight to Jiang Xiaolou's vest!

Jiang Xiaolou turned around unhurriedly, raised the Spring Rain Sword in his hand, and moved forward with three swords; The slowness of the movement forms a strong rhythmic contrast with the "blood dragon" that is chasing the wind and chasing the sun. However, it was this understated Void Three Swords that actually forced the visible energy to stop, making it impossible to advance half an inch!

Subsequently, Jiang Xiaolou also opened his eyes; That pair of faint and quiet eyes sowed a spring breeze and rain towards this Shura hell. He raised the long sword in his hand sideways, as if holding the love of his life, as gently as he held the love of his life, and walked slowly but firmly towards Zongjing......

Every step of Jiang Xiaolou seems to have stepped on the hearts of all the people in the rivers and lakes! The death battle between him and Zen Master Zongjing, whether it was the realm and cultivation shown by both sides, or the cruel picture of Zongjing being cut off half of his skin by the Spring Rain Sword, was much beyond everyone's expectations!

Everyone on both sides of Qin Yan held their breath and waited for their last fight......