"Damn, which bastard the hell? How dare you tease us? ”

In the snowy night, a shiny bald monk drank violently, and his voice was resentful, like an angry King Kong.

His image at this time is not very good-looking, the clothes on his body seem to be burned, with slight scorched black marks, and even some skin parts seem to have been burned, blue and red.

The other person was not much better, but he looked peaceful, and put his hands together and said "Amitabha".

"Pure junior brother and don't be manic, the thunder energy in the cave is not simple, it seems that there is a master who calculated us once, and now the breath of dust is difficult to track, I am afraid it is already more than auspicious."

The person who proclaimed the Buddha's name was a warrior monk with a gray face, and in the end, his expression was already very solemn.

The tall and strong warrior monk who was called Jing changed his face when he heard this, "How should this be good?" Lichen held the evil slashing sword entrusted by Uncle Juehui before his death, and some important inheritances, but he had already turned his back on my Buddha and fallen into the devil's path.

I chased him several times and he escaped, and now he fell into the hands of the left Dao, but how to recover the evil ring knife and my temple? ”

The gray-faced warrior monk said solemnly, "I'll tell Uncle Juexin about this matter immediately." Our Shaolin relics have been in a state of collapse since they were killed by the magic knife that should go to hell and there are only a dozen small fish left.

Uncle Juehui trusted Chen so much, and entrusted him with the evil ring knife, but unexpectedly he fell into the devil's path again and did not know how to change, now if the evil sword falls into the hands of the gangsters, I am afraid that you and I will become sinners. ”

Hearing this, he said, "Let's tell Uncle Shi as soon as possible, we have tracked down the dust from Nanling Road to this point, but it is still a waste of all our efforts, and now I don't know which Jianghu master robbed the dust, this matter has exceeded your budget."

Other things are just that, the evil ring knife is one of the three sharp weapons in our temple, and there are precious storage bags, but they must be recovered. ”

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On the second day, the heavy snow was clear, the heaven and the earth were reflected brightly, and the scenery on both sides of the mountain road was like a relief on the white marble, which was beautiful.

Some of the birds chirped, and as soon as they fell on the branches of the silver trees, they fluttered and sprinkled a snow.

Bang Bang Bang –

The sound of horses' hooves gradually came from afar, and the snow on the mountain road splashed and mixed with the mud, like ink being splashed on white paper, and soon mixed into mud on the beach.

Zhai couldn't wear a monk's robe, white warrior monk leggings and black shoes, and sat still like a nail on a sweaty horse.

Rushing in the cold and snow, sweaty horses can't stand the cold.

However, Zhai couldn't ventilate in his body, and poured into the body of the sweaty horse all the time, but it was easy to drive away the cold and increase his leg strength.

This morning, he rode his horse and galloped for five or six hundred miles, until the sweaty horse also felt tired, and Zhai couldn't rein in the horse and slow down.

Male, but he is not tired.

Don't look at the non-stop operation for half a day to instill the sweat and blood horse, in fact, for Zhai Wu, this consumption is nothing at all, and it can be maintained by running the "Three Deaths into a Divine Formula" all the time, and it can be regarded as a different kind of practice.

On the way, the speed of the horse slowed down and drove into the official road, but there were also more pedestrian caravans, and some people from the rivers and lakes galloped past, which was clearly distinguishable from the caravan, and both sides had their own rules and boundaries.

"Thirty miles ahead, there is an inn, called Dengyun Inn, Senior Sister Liang, let's go there for a while."

A few horsemen rushed by, and one of them, a young man in blue with an extraordinary temperament, smiled freely, and said to another woman riding a black horse beside him.

When Zhai couldn't look sideways, these horses had only left him with a few backs, and he didn't see what those people looked like.

"Look at it, those young heroes seem to be the disciples of the Allure Sect, tsk, I have heard that the disciples of the Allure Sect are all handsome and beautiful, and their appearance and temperament are all the best among the people, and those few just now are really handsome and extraordinary......"

In the convoy on the side, I suddenly heard someone whispering, and the tone was very excited, causing some people around to echo and discuss.

"Allure?"

Zhai couldn't be indifferent, the few people who rode past just now were indeed not mediocre people in his spiritual sense, and the blue-shirted man was even a little master of the Dragon Realm, but he was only a disciple of the Allure Sect.

The sect forces in this world are indeed extraordinarily powerful.

Zhai couldn't secretly say it in his heart, and he also rode his horse in the direction of the Dengyun Inn.

He was wearing a warrior monk's robe, and he was a monk's head, which was quite eye-catching, and it also aroused the prying eyes and speculation of some people in the Tao.

But after all, the Bloody Hand Demon Buddha has been silent in the rivers and lakes for more than half a year, and has been hiding in Miao He Cottage, and there are not a few small characters like the Bloody Hand Demon Buddha on the rivers and lakes, but no one recognized his identity for a while.

However, those who have excellent eyesight can see that the style of the monk's robe he wears is not simple, and the authentic warrior monk is dressed, guessing that he may be a warrior monk raised by a high temple temple, but he didn't pay too much attention to it.

In this world, there are not a few monks who become monks, and there are not many temples that believe in Buddhism.

Belief in Buddhism is a belief culture spread to many planes in the lower region by the extremely high civilization "Buddha Realm", and the penetration is extremely strong, even here in the Jiuli Dynasty cannot be avoided.

Although this world does not have the grand occasion of the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasty, there are many Buddhist temples, which are the same as many sects, and naturally a large number of martial arts masters have been cultivated.

People who believe in Buddhism do not believe in martial arts.

However, practicing martial arts to strengthen the body is a method of protecting the Tao and is indispensable.

Just like in Buddhism, there is also the Dharma Protector Vajra.

Therefore, among the many temples, there are still a lot of warrior monks, all of whom are cultivated to protect the Tao, but under the pressure of the powerful court in this world, they still have to be restrained by the court and offer to the court.

Zhai couldn't disguise himself as the Bloody Hand Demon Buddha at this time, so he swaggered to the Dengyun Inn, threw the reins of the horse to the shopkeeper, and entered the door of the inn.

Entering the inn, it is a completely different feeling from the outside world.

The inn is naturally warm, mixed with the smell of some people's sweat, feet, and charcoal burning.

Occasionally, a gust of wind blows through the window to dispel the smell, and you can smell some of the aroma of food.

Zhai couldn't take a look, but found that the food and meals operated by this inn were also good.

The rice is crystal round and mellow, not to mention the variety of dishes, it actually exudes a kind of aura taste, which is much better than the food cultivated on a large scale by science and technology during the period of the Human Federation.

"Huh? Guest, are you sharpening or resting? ”

A guy threw the wool felt over his shoulder, walked towards Zhai Fu with a pair of elbows bare, and said with a sincere smile......