The middle-aged man's face sank, and a few words came out of his mouth: "So, you're here to find trouble?" As soon as he heard the word hanging coffin, his face turned ugly.

The young monk standing in front of the mansion replied calmly: "No, no, no. The little monk just came to borrow the coffin. His hands parted and he twisted a string of short beads in one hand, "Please also watch the great real people." ”

"Presumptuous!" The middle-aged man made a move. His hand grabbed directly towards the young monk, and shouted in his mouth: "I regard the Wannian Temple as a thousand-year-old temple, and I have no grievances or enmity with my Longhu Mountain Heavenly Master Mansion, so I will treat you with courtesy." Dare to move the hanging coffin, it seems that I have not been born for too long, and people have been bullied in front of their own door! "The cliff tomb of Longhu Mountain has always been a mystery for the ages. It can be said that the number of years of existence of these hanging coffins is much earlier than that of the Zhengyi Founding Sect.

Now Longhu Mountain is the territory of the Zhang family, and this hanging coffin has always been covered with a mysterious veil by the Heavenly Master's Mansion. Therefore, the little monk proposed to borrow the coffin, and the watchman of the Heavenly Master's Mansion immediately started to do it, not to mention anything else.

The young monk's right hand turned into a fist, and his foot was slightly sideways, directly hitting the middle-aged Taoist priest's hand. The azure monk's robe fluttered, and it was stirred up by a gust of wind. He was unhurried and seemed to push his fist through. Bring up a stronger wind in the air.

The young monk's fist seemed to be slow, but when it touched the palm of the middle-aged Taoist priest, it became as fast as lightning. It's just that in that short moment, his fist was punched out.

Bang!

The fists and palms met, and they hit each other firmly.

The middle-aged Taoist priest's face immediately changed. The whole hand seemed to touch a rock, and there was a feeling that it could not be shaken. As the guardian of the gate, he is also the strength of the Heavenly Realm, so maybe even a young monk can't shake it? He frowned, his pupils suddenly shrank, and a huge force came directly from the young monk's fist, shaking the middle-aged Guan Shou away.

"You dare!" The watchman's eyes were split, and he saw that the young monk had already walked towards the door of the mansion the moment he shook him open. The young monk said coldly: "Since it is so difficult to guard the gate, the little monk has no choice but to break in. I'm going to talk to the real people. And just like that, the young monk entered.

The guard was extremely ashamed and angry, and his own door was actually walked in by a stinky monk. Immediately stood up, picked up the drumstick on the far right, and banged on it.

The entire Heavenly Master's Mansion immediately became alert. There are constantly Taoist priests coming out of the hall. The Xuantan Hall on the east side of the second gate, the Law Seal Bureau and the Lifting Office on the west side, dozens of Taoist priests hold swords. Standing in front of the Yi Gate, he looked at the young monk vigilantly.

The drums sounded, and several red-clothed Taoist leaders stood in the dust, looked at the young monk, and shouted: "Why don't you demon monk, dare to break into my dragon and tiger forbidden land!" ”

"The little monk just came to borrow one thing, and the guards at the gate made it difficult in every way, so he had no choice but to break in. The little monk and monk came to the Wannian Temple and came to ask for something. I also ask a few Taoist leaders to make it convenient. ”

The guards and Taoist boys who came from behind hurriedly shouted: "Don't listen to this person's nonsense, he is here to fight the idea of hanging the coffin." Takedown this person with me, a few viewers! The wounded guard drew his sword and stabbed at the young monk.

Seng Yizhu looked up at the sky and muttered, "Amitabha, I offended today!" He lifted his robe, threw it on his shoulders, stretched his arms, tapped his toes on the ground, and floated forward like a feather. Today, no matter whether the monk is alive or dead, he has nothing to do with Wannian Temple. Today is completely the personal behavior of the little monk, and I hope you don't want to go to the trouble of the Wannian Temple. ”

"Humph! Then let's see the real trick! ”

The red-robed Taoist shook off the dust and shouted, "Formation!" ”

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At the same time, the three of them slowly came up the mountain. Yang Fan was holding a trekking pole, as if he was more tired than Bu Laodao on the side. That's true. Knowing that after Yang Fan entered the acquired realm, two people in a row, Bu Laodao helped him stabilize his foundation "reluctantly" according to what he said, but Yang Fan was tortured to death again, and this person seemed to have been reassembled.

So even when you go up the mountain, you raise your legs and raise your hands. I feel so sore that I can't do it.

"Hey, let's start with three chapters. This time, we can't mess around like we did when we went to North Wudang. "What Yang Fan is most afraid of is that Bu Laodao will kill crazy, and he won't be able to end the game when the time comes, and then he doesn't have the ability to Bu Laodao, so it will be miserable if he is implicated.

Bu Laodao raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you afraid that Lao Dao can't beat him?" ”

Yang Fan paused for a moment, his face sank, and said: "Bu Daochang, your hands and eyes are all over the sky, and your martial arts are world-famous, but we don't have this means." That day was because he was relying on Ling Hebo's identity, but what about going up today? If he is slaughtered, he has nowhere to go. ”

Bu Laodao smiled and said, "That is, you are not capable enough." ”

"This time it's my personal private matter, let's talk about it, don't do it, what do you think?" Yang Fan brought enough silver this time, and sent three dart masters to guard the inn, but there were 30,000 taels of silver inside, in order to buy such a coffin that I don't know what eggs are used for.

"Okay, Lao Dao promised you not to do it." Lao Dao said so on his lips, but he secretly said in his heart, if you propose to buy a hanging coffin, those Taoist priests who are in a hurry with you are not in a hurry, and the name of Lao Dao is written upside down!

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The red robe is embroidered with dragons and tigers, and the breathing of several viewers in front of the instrument gate is a little short, and even the dust in their hands is uneven and messy. One of the red-robed Taoist priests holding a sword left gurgling blood on his hands, the sword trembled, and drops of blood were left from the sword and dripped onto the stone bricks.

The wound on his hand was from his own sword, and he was the only one who bleed. I didn't expect the young monk's strength to be so strong that he could be invulnerable.

"Amitabha, the little monk has offended a lot, please forgive me. Please also let go, the little monk wants to see the real person. The young monk was not unusual, dusted off his robe, and put down the robe on his shoulders.

"Are you going to fight with Dragon Tiger Mountain?" The master of the Xuantan Hall shouted, shook the dust in his hands, and was so angry that his beard was cocked. He thought in his heart that the strength of this little monk was at least innate in the middle realm, so he could defeat four with one. The four red-clothed viewers were helpless.

"Not really. The little monk just said that he wanted to borrow a coffin, and he had no other intentions, and asked you to be accommodating. ”

"Formation! Ring the brass bell, elders, please! The red-clothed master shouted, and dozens of sword-wielding Taoist priests instantly surrounded the young monk, and outside the sword array, the talisman ignited, and wisps of green smoke ignited. The top of the mountain, which was still sunny just now, was instantly shrouded in mountain mist.

A fierce battle is about to begin. (To be continued.) )