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The meaning of entering, resigned and joined the master of the Guochang Temple in the house to become a monk. Its satirical recitation of the group scriptures is easy to share. The whole law is ritualistic, and the bandits are greedy.

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…… After living in Caoxi for several years, he searched for famous sites......

――"The Legend of the High Monks: The Legend of the Divine Association of Tang Luojing Heze Temple"

When the chubby man was hit in the temple by the old monk of the Shenhui, the whole assassination was completely over.

The two coolie killers were captured by the boatman and eventually fell to the spot by the oars. The killer who slaughtered innocent civilians like cutting melons and vegetables finally came down to the fate of being cut melons and vegetables.

The boat that was originally used to restrict the old monk's escape finally restricted the withdrawal of the Jintang killers.

Annihilated.

Li Ping leaned against the side of the boat, watching the end of the battle, feeling his energy and physical strength gradually recover. I have to say that Li succeeded with one blow, and there are too many elements of chance and luck.

However, the death of the mallet is death.

The so-called rivers and lakes are just a place to see the results.

Li Ping's footsteps in the cabin and his various reactions to the assassination all show that Li Ping is a person who does not know martial arts or is a person who does not practice martial arts, and it is not enough to work as a caretaker in a small rich family.

Until, Li Ping sent out a stab without any fireworks.

Li Ping's shot was just one of the many straws that crushed the Jintang killers. Of course, it is also a very important one.

However, no matter how much luck and accident there is, it is the mallet head that dies after all, and the gavel head of the Jintang killer who is famous for its tyranny in the rivers and lakes.

Another important straw is the old man who splits the crops by the boatman.

If Li Ping didn't solve the mallet head in an instant, the poisoned god would be a two-on-four monk and a boatman, at most a stalemate until the boat docked, and then make a plot.

As soon as the gavel head died, everything was different.

The old man of the crop died, and the fat man was isolated and helpless. The head of the mallet is dead, the coolie killer on the bow of the ship, and the dragons are leaderless.

Waiting for all the assassinations of Jintang, after careful calculations, there were variables that Li himself did not know about his strength, and finally the six killers of Jintang on the ship were all wiped out.

The boatman threw the disposed killer's body into the boiling river.

The disposal of the corpse is just to prolong the investigation time of the Golden Hall as much as possible, and to disturb the results of the Golden Hall's assessment a little. Unless all the remaining passengers on the ship are killed, otherwise, Jintang will still be able to find out the details of the assassination on the ship today.

The boat docked.

The passengers who had survived were so frightened that they couldn't wait to get ashore and flee in all directions, and the cabins seemed spacious.

The blood on the lower part of the cabin was still red, but it was no longer as glaring. Blood is still blood, red is always red. It's just that this blood and redness have nothing to do with the winner.

The monk looked curiously at the young man standing by the boat, watching him turn to calm in a panic, and a hint of approval flashed in his eyes. The gods will know that the mallet is famous in the rivers and lakes. Such a murderer finally died on the Han River under the simple stab of the young man in front of him. It has to be said that fate is impermanent.

"The poor monk god will thank the young man for his righteous action. This is my friend Sima Yuantu. The old monk of the Shenhui staggered a few steps, walked up to Li Ping, put his palms together, and introduced Li Ping.

"The master of the Divine Society is good, and the senior Sima is good." Li Ping heard the word Shaoxia, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, only to understand that this was his name for himself. Unexpectedly, once he went out of Xiangyang City, he would become a young hero. hurriedly searched his stomach and came up with the word senior, and saluted the old monk and the boatman, so as not to fall into the limelight of the "young man".

"Boy Li Ping, the word is Chunfeng. It's not a young man, he can't afford to say righteousness, and he was forced to take action. I don't dare to talk about the word "grace". The Master Twists - Your face? Li Ping exclaimed.

During Li Ping's salute, he happened to see a trace of gray appear in Shenhui's eyes, and there was only one line of gray, stretching out from the corner of his eye to the pupil like a small snake. In just a moment, the gray filled his eyes in a blink of an eye, and in the snap of his fingers, the gray had covered the old monk's entire face.

The whole face is gray.

Looking at Li Ping's frightened eyes, God would touch his cheek.

……

The trail winds from the ferry head into the mountains.

Sima Yuantu carried the monk of the Shenhui on his back and walked up the stairs quickly. Li followed closely with flying steps.

"Don't worry, don't worry, don't run so fast, wait for Li Ping. Life and death are fate......" Behind Sima Yuantu, the confused god would keep babbling in his mouth.

"Shut up!" The old boatman had a fiery personality, and he stopped drinking, which made the Shenhui temporarily close his mouth, and also shocked Li Ping's feet to speed up a little.

After about a cup of tea, a temple appeared in the valley in the shade of trees.

The temple was small, smaller than Li Ping had imagined. Cooper is very old and clumsy.

In front of the temple, there is a book on the small door, and the words "Lumen Temple" are written. The red walls outside the temple are mottled.

In a small open space in front of the temple, a chubby monk of the same age as Li Ping was hanging his head and sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the door. Sima Yuantu shouted from afar, "Yishi, quickly call your master to save people." ”

The little fat monk heard the shout, and suddenly looked up and saw the three of them. I was stunned for a moment, and then I turned around neatly, and when I passed by the temple gate, I was in the air and put the broom at the door.

Li Ping watched from afar and was stunned by the beautiful hand of the chubby monk.

Sima Yuantu threw off Li Ping, rushed into the temple with an arrow step, and went straight to the main hall. The people were still on the steps, and a tall middle-aged monk in a black monk's robe had rushed out of the main hall.

"God? God will. Which one hurt you? ”

The black-robed monk followed closely behind. One of them was Li Bai in white clothes, and the other one strode with three long beards in his hands, although he was also tall, but he looked like he was a person who was not proficient in martial arts.

Li and Li Bai met here, and they were pleasantly surprised, but they had no time to greet them, so they had to nod their heads.

The black-robed monk placed the near-unconscious god on the stone platform in the main hall. After reaching out to take the pulse, his brow furrowed. Motioned to the people to wait outside the temple.

Everyone came out of the hall and introduced themselves to each other. The person with three strands of long hair with Li Bai is Meng Haoran, who lives in seclusion in Lumen Mountain. The presiding monk of Lumen Temple is the black-robed monk in the main hall who drives away poison with the monks of the Shenhui. The little monk who was called a stone by Sima Yuantu was a disciple of idleness.

The Shenhui monk and Sima Yuantu were originally small and grew up together in Xiangyang City. Although the idle monk and him are more than ten years apart, they have also known each other since childhood, and they are also very convinced of the Zen principles of the Shenhui monk.

The surname of the Shenhui layman is Gao, he has studied literature since he was a child, read through the four books and five classics, studied Zhuang Lao, was extremely intelligent, was ambitious as a young man, and wrote articles with songs. At the age of fourteen, he traveled to Guochang Temple with everyone, coinciding with the Obon Festival, and heard that Master Hao Yuan personally rang one hundred and eight morning bells, and after standing quietly outside the temple gate for three days, he entered the temple to worship Master Hao Yuan to study Buddhism.

Later, Shenxiu opened the Zen method in the Yuquan Temple of Dangyang Mountain, and the monks and laymen from all over the world heard the wind. The Divine Association also went to listen to the lectures of Shenxiu and the monks and laymen outside the door every day for several years. Later, Her Majesty the Empress summoned Shenxiu into the palace to preach the Fa, and all the believers gathered to send each other. The god will stand under the camphor tree, look at it in the rain, break the branches and sigh, "It is nothing more than that." "It is to go south to Caoxi. From Huineng, he still learns Buddhism as a novice. After worshipping Hui Neng as a teacher, he practiced non-thinking Zen. After Huineng passed away, he had to pass on the mantle.

Today, between Chang'an and Luoyang, both are beautiful. This time the gods will come to the north, and it should be inherited by Zhenghui. Along the way, assassinations continued. He set up a situation with Sima Yuantu and tried to solve many assassinations in Xiangyang. Although the bureau was set up, unexpectedly, when the golden hall came, the god would be highly poisonous, and the combat power would be greatly reduced. Fortunately, Li Ping appeared and solved the gavel, so that the situation came to a successful conclusion.

Sima Yuantu's family was poor when he was young, and he was taught by the monks of the nursing institute in Guochang Temple, learned martial arts, and later entered the northern Xinjiang battlefield. For decades, he lived in seclusion on the Han River, ferrying between Xiangyang City and Lumen Mountain, carrying passengers and occasionally fishing for a living. Sima Yuantu himself is a boatman, and even if Jintang prepares in advance, it is normal that he has not been able to find out the flaws.

Meng Haoran Mountain lives not far away, and he is a friend of the idle monk Fang, and he also has several relationships with Sima Yuantu. After Li Bai arrived, the two of them had been preaching Zen with the idle monk in this Lumen Temple for several days, and they seemed to have been friends for many years.

That Sima Yuantu told everyone about the battle on the Han River, among which Li Ping's bravery was abnormal, and the young hero was very good. Even with Li Ping's cheekiness, his face was flushed when he heard it.

Li Ping heard Li Bai's introduction, and knew that Meng Haoran's name was Meng Hao. In addition to being amazed, I couldn't help but sigh that I had read too little in my previous life.

While the people were talking, they were worried about the inside of the hall. After most of the incense, the door of the hall opened, and the idle monk pushed the door with a pale face and walked out. The black monk's robe was already soaked with sweat.

"Ash ash, the ash of the Golden Hall, has been temporarily suppressed by me." The idle monk had a gloomy face, and said directly without waiting for everyone to ask.

....... everyone was speechless. Only Li Ping and the little monk Yishi were confused, and they didn't know why.

Ash and ash, waiting for the poison refined by the Golden Hall.

The gray one, the color of the eyes and face is gray, and the middle one will eventually turn to gray.

At the beginning of refining, it was a killing weapon used by Jintang. Colorless and tasteless, there is no solution for those who are in the middle, and those who smell in the rivers and lakes are discolored. After somehow it was rumored to the rivers and lakes. The various forces in the rivers and lakes have lifted the veil of poison. The reason why Ash kills people invisibly is because the poisoning attack is three days later. At the beginning of poisoning, it is very easy to solve, and small gangs with a little power will prepare an antidote. However, the poisoning is extremely difficult to detect, and the onset of the poison is slow, and the onset of the poison occurs three days later, and the eyes and face turn gray. The seizures were not violent, they only disturbed the breath. If you use your true qi at this time, this poison will be extremely difficult to solve. After the true pneumatic, this poison acts on the internal organs, and after the internal breath is exhausted, the internal organs are directly ruptured, and the poisoned person is finished. This poison is colorless and tasteless, and the poisoned person relies on his own internal force to suppress the effect is very small, and another person needs to seal it with internal force to delay the poison. Because, later, the ash spread to the rivers and lakes, and the Jintang used it less and less, but I didn't want to reappear this time.

Since they met on the ship, Sima Yuantu has been very fond of Li Ping. Seeing that he was puzzled, he explained the gray ash in a few simple words, and said with a miserable smile: "This Jintang is ruthless in the end, using the gray ash as a means, this is to eliminate the relationship between the gods and the north in one fell swoop." ”

After listening to this, Li couldn't help but think of the tactics of snipers in later generations to kill rescuers. In this way, it seems that Wait Jintang really did not go all out to assassinate the Divine Society, but only used this ash to fish out all the people who saved him.

Idle monks, whose strength is difficult to recover in a short period of time, are the first.

Sima Yuantu will be the second.

Is there a third one?

……

"If you want to save people, even if it's a trap, you have to jump." Sima Yuantu was full of murderous aura, and said sharply, "Anyway, the first wave of killers is dead, so let's transfer people over to see who moves fast and who is ruthless enough." ”

"I heard that Doctor Sun was in Xiangyang City, and another strange person cured the Wang family's colic. We go and ask them, and the ashes are not incurable for such miracle doctors. The monk sat on the stone steps and said.

"Okay." Several people shouted at the same time.

"This ......." Li hesitated, attracting everyone's attention, "I am the one who cured the Wang family, but I don't know how to drive poison at all." However, I have had a good chat with Dr. Sun recently, and I went to ask for help, and he was most likely able to agree to the treatment. ”

Li Ping, a former surgeon, didn't even know what internal force was, so how could he treat poison that directly acted on internal force. However, let him go to Doctor Sun, thinking that Doctor Sun would not refuse.

When he killed the mallet as a young man, everyone already looked at him differently, and who knew that he was the one who treated colic, and they were all surprised.

"The fate of the gods will be entrusted to Chunfeng." The idle monk got up, folded his hands, and saluted Li Ping, and the anxiety that could not be hidden between his words. Sima Yuantu also clasped his fists and saluted, and his old body stood upright like a pine at this moment.

Li Ping smiled and nodded to Li Bai, responding to his expression of wanting to speak and stopping.

"Masters, seniors, don't be polite. Are we going now? ”