Chapter 434: High Monk

The wind was bitter and the snow was flying. (Net)

The monks, dressed in gray monk's robes and holding arhat sticks, surrounded Lu Heng and Agui in the center as soon as they came up.

"Good thief!" The monk with gray eyebrows at the head should be the presiding officer of the Precept Academy. When she saw the Empress Dowager Shi who was supported by the female disciples on the side, her face changed palely. With a snort, he raised the arhat stick with one hand, pointed at Lu Heng and the others, and said to the other warrior monks in a deep voice: "Array!" ”

Brush brush brush.

As the monks stepped on the snow, the footsteps gradually became rapid. Eighteen monks held sticks in both hands, and with trembling ends, they pointed to Lu Heng and Ah Gui, who were surrounded in the center and stood side by side.

"Luohan Formation?" After seeing the monks' formation, Agui just frowned and said lightly. It seemed to be talking to himself, as if he was asking the presiding officer of the Precept Academy.

"My Buddha is merciful, the two donors should be captured!" The white-eyed monk looked at Lu Heng and the others who were surrounded by it, clasped his hands together, and said with advice.

"Master thinks we're going to lose?" Lu Heng looked at the white-eyed monk, smiled slightly, and asked curiously.

The white-eyed monk nodded slightly: "The time and place are favorable, and we have taken the advantage." Does the donor still think that the two of you alone can defeat so many of us? ”

"That might be!" Lu Heng laughed, and looked at the white-eyed monk with a smile in his eyes. After glancing around at the monks who were getting closer and closer, Lu Heng said lightly: "Agui! ”

"In!" After hearing Childe's voice, Agui hummed and replied.

"Accompany a few masters to make a few moves!" Lu Heng said, but his eyes kept staring at the white-eyed monk, and he never moved away: "Don't hurt anyone!" ”。

"Yes!" Ah Gui snorted, casually raised the long sword in his hand, and thrust it into the ground hard. Then he strode forward.

With a bang, the long sword was forcefully inserted into the ice and snow under his feet. (Net 7*

The sun shone on the past, the sword edge was awe-inspiring, and the cold light flickered.

Seeing that the big man actually gave up the long sword, the monks were not only solemn, but also looked much better.

Wutai Mountain is a sacred place of Buddhism, and it is a great blasphemy to use knives and guns here. This person can understand this truth and take the initiative to abandon the blade, obviously, to give them face.

After getting the nod from the Baimei host, the eighteen Arhats automatically released Lu Heng. Eighteen people used sticks in unison to point at Agui who was bare-handed in the center.

They were puzzled, since they had discarded their blades. I have to hold an arhat stick for myself! It's just that the host didn't say it, and they didn't dare to put it down at will. I had to continue to hold the stick and stare at the big man who walked over.

The white-eyed monk on the side looked slightly condensed after seeing the long sword that was inserted into the ground more than a foot deep. Look at that burly, extraordinary-looking man. Look at his side again, the scholar with a calm face. The white-eyed monk suddenly seemed to think of something, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Slowly pacing Zen steps, he walked to Lu Heng's side. The white-eyed monk turned his face sideways and glanced at the scholar in front of him. I saw that his expression was calm, and his heart was as calm as water. The speculation in my mind was a little more certain. Afterwards, the white-eyed monk looked at the situation in the field and said lightly: "Poor monk Fajing, the presiding officer of the Wutai Zen Academy!" I don't know ...... guests."

Lu Heng smiled and didn't answer him directly. His eyes were still observing the situation in the field, but after thinking about it slightly, he asked, "Who is Fahai yours?" ”

"Ahem, that's the poor monk's uncle!" The corners of the white-eyed monk's mouth twitched, his hands folded, and he said respectfully.

"Uncle Shi?" Lu Heng was stunned for a moment, then thought about it in his heart, and counted Fahai's age. Curious, he asked, "How old is he?" ”

"Uncle Shi was born in the year of Qingli, and now he is one hundred and thirty years old!" Fa Jing clasped her hands together, bowed slightly, and said in a deep voice.

"One hundred and thirty?" Hearing this age, Lu Heng was shocked. The net turned his head and looked at the white-eyed monk incredulously. The first reaction was that this guy couldn't be lying.

"Master, monks don't speak!" Lu Heng stared at him and said word by word.

"Monks don't speak!" Fa Jing's eyes drooped slightly, and after reciting the Buddha's name with his hands folded, he looked at Lu Heng with clear eyes, and said affirmatively: "The poor monk is telling the truth!" ”

Having said that, Fa Jing has basically been able to confirm who this scholar in front of him is. Therefore, when he spoke, his tone was much more respectful. Not to mention that he is a courtier, it is his friendship with his uncle and ancestor. It's not something that one of my juniors can comment on.

"Heh......" Seeing the look of affirmation in Fa Jing's eyes, Lu Heng was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

"Why are you laughing?" Fa Jing was puzzled and asked suspiciously.

Lu Heng thought of Fahai's appearance as a flower monk, and he couldn't connect him with the legendary monk in his heart.

Now, I heard the confirmation of the monk Fajing.

In Lu Heng's heart, he thought of the words that Monk Fahai casually recited when he was in Chengdu, Sichuan: A pious Buddha heart is in this red dust. One thought becomes a demon, one thought becomes a Buddha, all in the human heart. Purifying sentient beings is not transcending for them after they die. It's about giving them a better life while they're alive.

Today, Fahai is still in Sichuan, with the heart of helping the world and saving people, and is busy running for the people of Sichuan.

Isn't this what the Buddha did?

Turning his head and looking at the inquiring look of the white-eyed Fajing, Lu Heng smiled faintly and said, "I thought of your uncle and ancestor!" ”

Seeing that there was still a puzzled look in Fa Jing's eyes, Lu Heng smiled slightly, and said with a hint of admiration: "He is a high-ranking monk!" ”

Hearing this, Fa Jing raised his head and looked at the proud son of heaven in front of him, with undisguised admiration in his eyes. I was still puzzled.

Uncle Shi.

Thinking of Shi Shuzu's raunchy appearance, Fa Jing smiled, very helpless.

At this moment, in the field, eighteen Arhats suddenly moved.

The sticks in his hands suddenly stabbed out in unison, stabbing directly towards Agui's upper, middle and lower three ways.

At the same time, there were also four sticks, which were inserted between Ah Gui's legs.

However, when the warrior monk led by the leader saw the two sticks that stabbed Ah Gui's eyes, they were actually pinched by Ah Gui. The two monks with sticks couldn't pull them back. After the face was flushed. I felt bad in my heart, and shouted loudly: "Get up!" ”

At the sound of an order, the seventeen monks exerted their strength in unison, trying to lift Ah Gui up and throw him into the air.

It's just that Agui smiled slightly, took a deep breath, and bent his legs slightly. Slowly squatted down a little.

With a snap, he squatted down with Agui's body. The floor under his feet turned out to be snapped, and countless cracks were cracked.

"Jack pendant?" The warrior monk at the head shrank his eyes and shouted in dismay.

"Press!" When the plan failed, the warrior monk led by him hurriedly ordered.

At the same time, eighteen sticks were raised in unison and rained down on Ah Gui's body.

It's just that when those sticks with a whining sound fell on Ah Gui. But in an instant, it crackled and broke into two.

In the sawdust flying, Agui's body remained motionless.

"Iron Shirt?" The warrior monk led by him looked at the half-cut wooden stick in his hand, and then looked at Agui, who was not panting and his face was not red, and he was about to cry. For a while, an iron cloth shirt with a Shandong accent blurted out.

The other warrior monks, after seeing their sticks hit Ah Gui's body, crackled and broke into several knots, their eyes were full of horror.

Raising his head, he looked at the burly man in the center, and slowly turned his head to look at him. The warrior monks were horrified and hurriedly took a few steps back.

"Is it my turn?" Agui stretched out his hand, picked off a piece of sawdust stuck to the neckline, and threw it away, grinning his teeth.

Suddenly, Agui moved.

The burly body, like a ghost, suddenly disappeared, and quietly appeared in front of the leader of the warrior monk.

Call......

A master is a master, and Agui's shot has no tricks. A simple straight punch went straight to the warrior monk's chest.

On the fist, there was a touch of dark blue air. It exudes a chilling chill.

"Agui, it's almost there!" Just when the punching bag-sized fist was about to hit the warrior monk's chest, behind him, a faint sentence made Agui, who was galloping, suddenly stop.

Whew......

Although the offensive stopped, the wind brought up by the fist was still imprinted on the warrior monk's chest. In the blink of an eye, the warrior monk's face turned pale, and the blood in his chest surged, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

After Ah Gui's fist left, the warrior monk squatted down like the rest of his life, his face was pale, he covered his chest, and gasped.

Returning to Lu Heng's side, Agui bowed his hand: "Childe!" ”

"This is the Ximen Blowing Snow who is known as the Sword God in the rivers and lakes!" The white-eyed Fajing glanced at Agui with a smile and asked kindly.

Seeing Agui nodding, Fa Jing smiled and praised: "It's really good kung fu!" ”

When Ah Gui heard this, his heart was happy and he grinned. Raise your head, nostrils facing the sky, triumphant.

Seeing that the tense atmosphere in the field finally became invisible, Fa Jing breathed a sigh of relief. Let those warrior monks clean up the mess. Then, he personally walked up to the injured Shitai, hesitated, stood on the spot and said, "Senior Sister Mochou, you are mistaken." This son is not the prince of Jin. He is the emperor of the dynasty, Lu Heng, Lu Yongzheng! ”

"Him?" When Mrs. Shi heard this, she looked at Lu Heng in disbelief. coughed, raised his sleeve and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gasping and said, "You are Lu Heng, Lu Yongzheng?" ”

When Lu Heng heard this, he nodded slightly, and arched his hand: "It's Lu Heng below, has the master heard of Lu Mou?" ”