Even if it is a quiet place in Buddhism, it can't suppress the evil spirit of fighting ghosts.

Yuan Zheng fell with another sword, and the evil qi rolled into the sky, and the jet-black sword qi fell on the Tiger Formation with a bang, becoming the last straw that crushed the camel.

The conspicuous and dazzling one-word tiger formation collapsed violently.

Several array-eyed elephant realm masters spilled mouthfuls of blood from the corners of their mouths.

The rest of the warrior monks, except for the fact that their faces were a little pale, were fine.

The leader must always protect the small ones under his hands.

Yuan Zheng was still riding on the handle, and he found it very cool to ride on his mount and wave the fighting ghost.

said with a smile: "Where is your host, you must be clear, if there is another sword going down, at least seven or eight little monks will die." ”

The fighting ghost is clearly placed there, and even under the hot sun, the sword blade exudes an eerie evil aura, which makes people dare not look directly.

The little girl Mu Yun covered the eyes of the little yellow horse, she regretted that she came to lead the way for Yuan Zheng, and she also regretted doing business with Yuan Zheng.

But he has already received other people's money, and it is too late to regret it at this time, and he is thinking in pieces, comforting the little yellow horse.

"Childe left people under the sword. A neutral voice came, accompanied by a bit of roar.

is still a warrior monk, but this warrior monk doesn't look very old, but he can wear a pale yellow robe, and this kind of thing is not something that any monk can wear.

This warrior monk, who looks winning and upright, has a high status in the Dizen Temple.

Seeing Hongfu appear, with a bit of coercion in the late stage of the Dao Realm, Yuan Zheng's sword had no intention of stopping.

"I'm here to see the host, but you expelled the guests, and my son couldn't stand this grievance, so he drew his sword, and I hope I don't mind. Yuan Zheng said in a deep voice.

Yuan Zheng does not believe in Buddhism, but believes in connections.

The connections of people in Buddhism are still a little bit different, and some of them have a normal relationship with the local assassin and the county guard.

After a visit, Yuan Zheng found that the Dichan Temple was only high and not low in terms of the foundation of martial arts, and such a Dichan Temple would naturally be valued by many big people.

The occasional grain or two of rat droppings is not unexpected.

Hongfu said: "The host is in retreat, it is inconvenient to meet guests, if there is anything to do, just say it to me." ”

Yuan Zheng snorted coldly and said bluntly: "A few days ago, my son met a wave of assassins in the border of Nanyue, and the one who led it was from the Dizen Temple, and I came to ask for an explanation." ”

The concubine of King Wu has only a lot more rights and wrongs on his body.

After Hongfu heard it, he was indifferent and said: "What evidence is there to prove that the monk is from our Dizen Temple, and the son can stay alive?"

Just one sentence blocked Yuan Zheng's next words.

At that time, he killed that Demoiselle, and there was no proof of death.

sneered: "If I don't have evidence, will I come to your Dizen Temple for no reason?"

Hongfu said: "Please also ask Gongzi to take out the evidence." ”

Yuan Zheng laughed and said: "Since you know that there is no proof of death, then I am afraid that you will have to pay some price in the Dizen Temple, otherwise this matter will not be revealed." ”

Hongfu said: "Since Gongzi has no evidence, it is something out of nothing, disturbing the purity of Buddhism, that is, going to Nanhua to reason with the history of the assassination, and Gongzi will not be able to stand." ”

Yuan Zheng pointed the fighting ghost directly at Hongfu, the evil qi at the tip of the sword flowed, rushing to his face, Hongfu suddenly felt that his face was cold and piercing, and there was a vague tendency to block the true yuan of the meridians, and he secretly used his skills to dispel this strong evil qi.

"As this son, what do you think of the assassin Shi Junshou who can withstand me?"

Wuwang Shuzi, what is valuable is not the word concubine, but the word Wuwang.

Hongfu shouted in a low voice: "Childe, is this an iron-hearted bully?"

Yuan Zheng didn't say a word, the sword came out, and a sword swept the sky, and the powerful and majestic sword qi, like the surging Yangtze River, surged towards Hongfu.

Hongfu's face changed suddenly, and he could no longer put on the posture of a high-ranking monk, so he quickly retreated, flashing a few momentary shadows.

After retreating a suitable distance, he suddenly punched out, and a golden match suddenly collided with Yuan Zheng's sword qi, and then stirred up a strong wave of true yuan qi, which slowly spread out in this front yard.

The nearby warrior monks fell to the ground directly, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

On the wall, there were transparent cracks in the front and back, and even the strong pine tree was suddenly broken, and the tiles on the eaves flew somehow.

In the monastery, the wind is blowing.

Sichuan pepper and fennel ride on the five-colored deer with expressionless faces.

At this moment, Mu Yun's heart was beating non-stop, and she realized what it meant to be frightened, she knew that Yuan Zheng had martial arts cultivation, but she didn't expect Yuan Zheng's martial arts cultivation to be so strong.

One punch and the opponent's sword qi collided hard, and the expression on Hongfu's face turned pale, and he retreated one after another, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with subtle blood.

On the fist, there were cracks that were deep and bone-seeing, and they were all injured by the sword qi.

On the realm of cultivation, Hongfu is in the late stage of the Dao realm, Yuan is in the early stage, but there are fighting ghosts in hand, Yuan Zheng is not afraid at all, even if Hongfu is higher than Yuan Zheng a realm, Yuan Zheng is not afraid.

Hongfu was defeated, and for the rest of the warrior monks, it was broken.

Although he is not the strongest warrior monk in the temple, generally speaking, there is only one warrior monk who serves as the façade in the temple.

The rest of the more powerful warrior monks are either in retreat or cultivating, and there is almost no extra time to deal with these worldly things, and only when it comes to the life and death of the Dizen Temple, those warrior monks who have cultivated to a high level will show their heads.

"Childe is too deceitful!" Hongfu said angrily, and the blue tendons on his forehead burst out.

Yuan Zhengdao: "I don't embarrass you, if you cut off your arm, I naturally don't care, turn around and leave, if not, then this son will really go on a killing spree." ”

There are some scum in the temple, Yuan Zheng doesn't know if Hongfu is not, but the warrior monk who assassinated him before may know Hongfu.

In other words, there are warrior monks who eat Yulu in this Zen temple, but they don't appear on weekdays, perhaps, Hongfu is one of them.

Yuan Zheng let Hongfu cut off his arm, that is, to let some people in the Dichan Temple know that the Dichan Temple has been remembered by him Yuanzheng, and he Yuanzheng is definitely not a good person.

The fighting ghost let out an excited sword roar, a piercing sound, piercing the sky, but everyone who heard it was afraid and panicked in their hearts.

The warrior monks who don't smile on weekdays looked at Yuan Zheng's eyes, and they were a little more angry, like a Buddha angry King Kong.

It's a pity that King Kong can't fight ghosts.

Hongfu suddenly changed his temper and asked calmly: "If I cut off my arm, will Gongzi really be willing to give up and leave?"

Yuan Zheng smiled playfully: "Of course, if you want." ”

Hongfu pointed at the knife, and without hesitation, he cut off his left arm, and the current shoulder was bleeding.

"Uncle Shi, we can win against him together, why are you doing this!" a young warrior monk burst into tears.

An older warrior monk immediately stepped forward to seal Hongfu's acupuncture points to prevent excessive bleeding.

Yuan Zheng was also shocked, this Hongfu was so decisive for the safety of the temple.

"Okay, it's a man, Lao Tzu is convinced. "Yuan Zhengdao.

Riding thousands of miles of smoke and clouds, he turned around and left.

Sichuan peppercorns and fennel followed as usual.

At this time, Mu Yun is really empty-hearted, and what Yuan Zheng is doing will make many fellow people in the rivers and lakes despised.

No matter how unhappy you are, you can't find trouble in the quiet place of other people's Buddhism, and you have broken an arm.

If this spreads, I don't know how many Jiangnan martial artists are willing to come and hack Yuan Zheng to death.

Mu Yun said with a weak heart: "The son is so brutal, it is easy to make enemies, the Dichan Temple often helps the victims, opens the road in the mountains, builds bridges in the water, and in the rivers and lakes in the south of the Yangtze River, he is highly respected, which makes many people support. ”

Yuan Zheng said with a smile: "As far as I know, Jiangnan is a rich place, and there is no war at the moment, where are so many disaster victims who need help." ”

Mu Yun didn't know how to answer the words.

The world thinks that the land south of the Yangtze River is a rich land of fish and rice, but there are also many poor people.

Moreover, Jiangnan is not as rich as the world thinks.

If it was really that rich, the northerners would have been cleaned up a long time ago.

Doing business with such a second ancestor, Mu Yun's intestines are repentant at this time.