"Stop!"

At the moment when the masked old sword talisman was just thrown out, a desolate and majestic voice came from far and near, and the word "stop" was like a thunderbolt rumbling through the sky, which made people's hearts turbulent, especially the last "hand", which has been endless, echoing between the mountains and forests, and seems to have a sense of soothing people's hearts, which can calm the anger and resentment in people's hearts, followed by this voice, a black thing flew out of the woods, Straight to the sword talisman thrown by the masked old way.

With a strong muffled sound, the sword talisman exploded in mid-air, burning a huge firelight, and then I saw a black oval thing still making a buzzing sound, spinning and falling from mid-air.

After hearing the words "stop", the masked old man's body was obviously shocked, and his narrow and slender eyes looked towards the source of the sound.

After a while, a burly monk with white eyebrows and white beard walked out of the dense forest, followed by two old and one young monks, three of whom looked the same age, about sixty or seventy years old, all wearing yellow monk robes, only the old monk in the front was wearing a red robe, holding a seemingly heavy Zen staff in his hand, and walked quickly towards this side.

The youngest monk, who was in his early twenties, with long eyebrows and clear eyes, red lips and white teeth, tall and thin, should be about the same age as Wu Feng, followed behind the three old monks, and looked at the masked old man with a calm face.

The big monk who walked in front stretched out his hand and caught the oval thing that fell down in mid-air, it turned out to be a bowl for karma, the bowl rotated in the old monk's hand, and it fell silent for a while, and the buzzing sound never stopped, lingering in everyone's ears.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" The great monk who walked in front pronounced a Buddha horn and saluted the masked old man.

This great monk is burly, with white eyebrows and white beard, holding a heavy Zen staff, without a trace of expression on his face, but it gives people a solemn meaning of Buddhism, and people can't help but have a little respect.

"The kung fu of this Buddhist lion's roar is not bad, who do you think Poor Dao thinks, it turns out to be a few wild monks, which temple are you from, why do you come to care about the idle affairs of Poor Dao?" The masked old man said in an unkind tone.

"Amitabha...... The poor monk is thirty miles west of Kaihua City, the monk of the Dakong Temple, the poor monk is called Huikong, late this night, a few officials rode fast horses to inform the poor monk that there are evil things here, killing countless people, the poor monk is a Buddhist person, can not bear to see the evil things killing, so he hurried here with a whip, and did not intend to disturb the Taoist ......"

The masked old Dao snorted coldly, and said unhappily: "The demonic things have already been cleaned up by the poor road, and the poor road is just dealing with some private matters here, since you don't want to disturb the poor road, then get out of the way quickly, otherwise, don't blame the poor road for turning his face!" ”

"Phew!" A big monk suddenly flashed out behind Monk Huikong, with a more burly figure, also holding a Zen staff in his hand, pimples all over his body, a mouth of beard, a long fierce face, and a string of big Buddha beads hanging on his chest, which was somewhat similar to the flower monk Lu Zhishen in the Water Margin, and said angrily: "This old Taoist is so rude, my senior brother is talking to you, why are you so ignorant!" ”