The little dragon king had a wound on his hand, and his movements were slightly sluggish.

When he arrived, King Ren Cheng, Bao Nian, Feng Liang and others had already repelled two waves of offensives, and there were almost no people present who did not have a color.

King Ren Cheng saw that it was the Little Dragon King who came, and hurriedly greeted,

"Have you ever come with Qing Daxia?"

The little dragon king didn't expect the king of Ren Cheng to ask this first, so he just followed and snorted.

King Ren Cheng knew that he was unable to move, so he was not embarrassed, and hurriedly instructed him to go to the inner courtyard town.

The so-called inner courtyard is the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion that is about to be rebuilt - it was originally the residence of the Taoist Datong, and all the important people have been placed in, although it is slightly crowded, but it is convenient for unified care.

However, in the inner courtyard, there are no more guards, only the personal servants of those big people, who are responsible for the corresponding security one-on-one.

The queen has General Pan by her side.

Empress Dowager Feng originally had two shadow attendants, Hua Mulan and Fu Chengzu, but General Hua Siren had passed away, and only Fu Chengzu was left alone to take on the heavy responsibility.

And after the second prince Yuan Ke was seriously injured by Yuan Taixing, he didn't know who else could carry his safety.

The monk entered the inner courtyard and saw that the four meditation rooms on both sides of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion were all brightly lit, and they were all waiting for it.

He smiled slightly, and strode towards the first meditation room on the right hand side of the attic.

"Little Dragon King? Have you ever come with Qing Daxia? ”

The little dragon king was very unfamiliar when he heard this voice, and he was busy looking around, but there was no human figure.

Suddenly, the shouting and killing outside the courtyard started again, and it seemed that the murderous people who attacked at night organized a new wave of attacks, and the little dragon king listened carefully for a long time, and finally stopped, standing in the courtyard with one arm and waist crossed, as if it was a protector of the Dharma Veda to protect the four retreats.

The personal entourage of King Ren Cheng, Yuan Ke's guards, and Lan Ruo's warrior monks were seriously reduced, and the circle of defense could only keep shrinking, and they saw that they were approaching the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

The prince assigned the manpower to the Baoyi leaders and Lan Ruo monks, and asked them to be responsible for the defense of an area and coordinate and support each other.

After all, the temple is not a fortified city, and the design does not take into account the convenience of scheduling required for defensive warfare, so relatively speaking, the defender is in a disadvantageous position, and the strategic choice is not as flexible as the attacker.

Sure enough, seeing that the defensive circle had been compressed, the black-clothed man who was attacking at night suddenly put away his team again, as if coordinating the last attack.

I only heard a snap, and a firework burst from the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and then I heard a loud shout from the Little Dragon King, as if he had already moved his hand.

At the same time, dozens of black-clothed people also appeared out of nowhere at the same time, rushing to the northwest corner of the Scripture Pavilion together.

Guarding there was none other than the first Brahmin master of the temple.

Before the other horses could close the siege, the brahmin had already encountered the enemy, and in the chaos of the battle, he did not know who was struck away with heavy hands, but jumped into the courtyard of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The defense line was instantly broken through a gap, and more than ten figures poured into the courtyard of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion in an instant.

The little dragon king didn't know who he was knocked down, and he had passed out in the courtyard, and a man in black didn't forget to kick it when he passed by, and it was Ji Lou who was annoyed that day.

However, their main target today was the Queen Mother, so he didn't want to waste time helping the Little Dragon King to make up for it, but directly rushed to the farthest Zen room.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!

The bitter sea is boundless, and the shore is back! ”

With a Buddha call, an old monk came out of the shadows with a broom.

He seemed to be walking very slowly, but he didn't know what footwork he was taking, and every man in black felt that the old monk was walking towards him.

When Feng Liang first came here, he had paid attention to this sweeping old monk.

He looks very unusual, but he is ordinary everywhere.

Carefully observing his steps and movements when sweeping the floor, there was no trace of kung fu at all, but wherever his people stood, Feng Liang felt impeccable, and he couldn't find the slightest flaw.

As a senior spy of the Baoyi Army, Feng Liang has always believed that his intuition is not wrong,

In fact, he was still a little wrong.

Because he felt that even if this old monk knew some martial arts, his attainments could not be compared with the first seat of the halls.

But when he led his team to climb over the wall and enter the hospital to support, he saw a shocking scene.

Ji Lou annoyed and chose the farthest Zen room, and there was enough distance in front of him to accelerate the sprint.

Although the muscles of the thighs are not thick, they are firm and firm, and they have explosive power far superior to those of the Central Plains scholars.

Although he can't chase the wind and electricity like Yang Dayan, he can also boast that he can catch up with the galloping horse within 100 meters.

Once he rushes up, no one here should be able to stop him.

The mysterious sweeping monk walked very slowly, so naturally he couldn't catch up with Ji Lou, and he didn't have time to stop him.

The old monk simply stretched out the broom, and swept it twice on the ground seemingly casually, and the broom reached out to the route of Ji Lou's annoying run.

The old monk didn't stop him, but just stirred it lightly.

Ji Lou let out a strange scream, as if he had seen a ghost, because he really didn't see how the old monk floated to his side.

But he was still conceited, and jumped high with his right foot.

No matter how much you stumble, I can fly right in front of you.

Right! His speed is indeed worthy of the word take-off.

The old monk doesn't fly, but his broom does.

It is said that in many Western fairy tales, a broom is a means of flying transportation.

At this time, the bamboo broom in the old monk's hand flew up in the air as if it had been enchanted, and coincidentally poked into the side of Ji Lou's knee.

I only heard Ji Lou screaming in annoyance and fell heavily to the ground.

This was followed by two more snaps, and two round hard objects smashed against the wall and bounced back.

When you look closely, it is two pieces of white bones with a little flesh and skin, and they are the two patellas that Ji Lou is annoying.

There are many muscles around the patella, and there are few blood vessels, this broom is fast and accurate, and it directly lifted off the two corrugated lids, and waited until Ji Lou fell to the ground, and the blood gradually gushed out.

One move abolished Ji Lou's troubles, the old monk rabbit fell up, drew out the remnants of the Dao, and the bamboo broom in his hand shook gently, instantly sweeping down seven or eight black-clothed people.

The black-clothed people continued to pour in, and Ren Chengwang and others also jumped over the wall to help.

The wounded Brahmin master quietly got up, took advantage of the slaughter in the courtyard, turned around and took refuge in a meditation room.

The Brahmins were naturally familiar with the deployment in the temple, and the four meditation rooms were originally the residences of the Empress Dowager Feng, the Empress, the Prince and Feng Liang.

What he avoided at this time was the prince's retreat.

Before him, three or four black-clothed men had rushed into the room, surrounding an old woman outside, ready to pounce.

The old woman had no sword or sword around her, but she held a reed pipe and gently blew a small song, the sound of which was resentful and soul-stirring.

A man in black shouted,

"Don't listen to that song!"

Then he swung his steel knife and pounced.

The big man only took two steps and fell to the ground like an evil spirit.

The other men in black came to their senses and turned over to kill together.

The tune blown out of the reed pipe suddenly turned rapidly, like a Qiang flute complaining about the willows, and the iron rode out of the plug, and there was a faint golden sound of slaughter hidden in every note.

The men in black danced to the music, falling to the ground one by one, and the picture was not weird.

When the music stopped, the black-clothed people who broke into the room were already exhausted.

The old woman put down the reed pipe in her hand and smiled kindly at the Brahmin master,

"How is the Master's injuries?

If you can't fight anymore, you might as well sit here and rest. ”