Out of the woods, down the hill, there is still a muddy path eroded by the torrential rain in front of you, on both sides is a rolling mud flow, the thick fog is still filled, the path in front of you is like a zigzag bridge across the mud, the slightest carelessness, you may fall down, buried in the mud. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The mounts could not be used, and the group had to follow the gloomy path until dusk, when they saw a temple in the distance.

Yue Wutian asked the slave, "You said that you live in a small country, why did you walk for so long and not see the city, did you take the wrong path?" ”

Nunu looked around, "The road has been destroyed by the torrential rain, and this path is paved with stones, so it is not broken, and it stands to reason that it should be a good road." Childe, you're tired too, seeing that it's getting late, there's a temple in front of you, so let's go there and spend the night. ”

Yue Wutian nodded, "I don't feel tired carrying you on my back, the problem is that there is only one sheep intestine path here, I think it is better to go to the temple to stay for one night, and wait for tomorrow when the road is dry, and then we will send you home." ”

"That's very good." Nunu smiled: "Thank you, Childe." ”

Mu Yun and Mo Mo followed from a distance, and they both felt that this was not appropriate, but this road could only accommodate one person, and there were no other buildings around except the temple, so they had to rest at night, and they couldn't sleep on this path.

A few people had no choice but to follow Yue Wutian and the slave, and when they arrived at the door of the temple, they saw that it was an abandoned ancient temple, and they thought that there was no one, and the temple door opened, but an old monk and a warrior monk came out, Yue Wutian put down the slave, "Oh, there are really monks." ”

"Amitabha, what's the noise?"

The warrior monk replied: "Abbot, there is a group of travelers who have suddenly arrived, please ask the abbot to decide." ”

As soon as the words fell, a lightning bolt in the sky struck a big bell at the entrance of the temple.

The abbot looked at the bell and saw that it was no longer repairable, sighed and said, "Maybe it's the will of heaven." The hundred-year catastrophe is coming today, Xuanji, please let them go. ”

Mu Yun's heart moved, and he stepped forward and asked, "Master Abbot, dare to ask what the hundred-year tribulation in the temple means?" ”

The old abbot looked up at the cloudy sky, it seemed that a storm was coming again, and sighed, "Don't ask, a few of you, please take care of yourself, let's go back ......"

"Wait a minute," said the slave suddenly, "Master, it's getting late, and seeing that there is a heavy rain coming again, and we have nowhere to stay, why don't you leave us here for the night?" ”

The abbot didn't look back, but said, "The Buddha Gate is quiet, please leave." With that, he walked through the door.

The mysterious monk said: "Did you hear that?" Our master told you to leave as soon as possible, and not to linger here! ”

The slave asked, "Why, don't you see that we have nowhere to go?" ”

Xuanji snorted coldly and said: "There are many ghosts in the mountains, and the demons around are raging, such as today the thunder broke the giant bell at the door again, what else is there to say, this matter must not be done, leave quickly, otherwise don't blame the poor monk for being ruthless!" ”

The slave didn't care about it, and rushed in: "Why do you beat people, if you don't keep us, you are bad people!" ”

"Then don't blame me for being rude!" Xuanji stepped forward to stop him, and hit Momo on the shoulder with a stick on his head and face, and the slave couldn't dodge and was beaten to the ground by him. There was a click, and it seemed that the shoulder bones were shattered, and the slave screamed, and then the tears fell.

Seeing this, Yue Wutian said angrily: "How can this be reasonable, you can also do it to such a weak woman?" ”

Xuanji sneered: "If the abbot doesn't allow it, I will kill you laypeople, what?" Not convinced? Those who have the ability to break in from under the stick of the poor monk! ”

System prompt: Break into the mountain, yes, no.

Yue Wutian nodded yes without hesitation, and then he took seven or eight steps back, "I'm a long-range attack shooter, I'll leave the melee to you!" ”

There was no strange fight along the way, Tong Jingang couldn't hold it back for a long time, and before anyone else could speak, he had already taken a step, "In this case, I will teach the master's high moves." ”

"I can't help myself!" Before the mysterious monk's voice fell, the whistle stick in his hand had already reached Tong Jingang's chin, and the speed of the shot was really incredible. It stands to reason that the other party only has this trick, and the superior has already been distinguished, Xuanji shouted. "Don't get out of here!"

He didn't expect that Tong Jingang was the master who didn't abide by the rules, and the stick was in his throat, so he should bow down and admit defeat. The one who knew that the big man did not care about it at all, and cried out, "Go and die! "I actually used the weakest throat of my body to push the other party's stick.

Xuanji was shocked, I didn't expect this group of people to be a shameless master, they dared to do it even after they had lost, and they were angry for a while, and concentrated the strength of their whole body on the stick in their right hand, Tong Jingang's throat was pushed forward, and he also followed forward, bending a whistle stick in half.

"So you have the martial arts of the Golden Bell Jar?" Xuanji exclaimed.

Tong Jingang laughed, "What kind of golden bell jar, silver bell jar, Lao Tzu doesn't understand!" Then there was a loud roar, and he pulled the whistle stick, and the arms wheeled away, click, click, two crisp sounds, and the whistle stick had broken into three. As a samurai with the highest defense, a stick where will he put in his eyes. Taking advantage of the momentary momentary moment, Tong Jingang rushed forward, swung his knife and directly cut the gable, and then rushed in.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

Dozens of monks stopped him with sticks, Tong Jingang didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, the golden knife danced like the wind, and a powerful wall of qi rose from the ground, pushing dozens of monks into the door. The gate of the temple was also knocked down along with the gables on both sides.

Yue Wutian knew that Tong Jingang was powerful, but he didn't expect this guy to be so powerful, so he couldn't help but applaud, "We've already won, why don't we hurry up and clean a thousand meditation rooms, and call my slaves to live and recuperate!" ”

There is Tong King Kong, who else dares to stop him, Xuanji shouted: "You ...... What a guts! As he spoke, he snatched a ring knife from the monk next to him, and slashed at the back of Tong Jingang's head, and the slave sat on the ground and shouted, "Childe, be careful." ”

Tong King Kong can't dodge this lightning like the knife technique, but his armor King Kong is not bad, even if Xuanji slashed him, it was just a sound, Xuanji was stunned for a moment, Tong Jingang turned around and grabbed his wrist, and then threw it against the gable on the other side, using a little more strength, but also the gable had been cut by him a little before, Xuanji's back fell on the wall, and the entire wall of the second gate was hit.

The gable wall fell, but the third door inside was exposed, only to see that there was a temple in the dilapidated second gate, which was diametrically opposed to the dilapidated scene outside, the temple inside was splendid, the eaves were painted, it was very luxurious, the blue bricks were built into the colorful cloud wall, the green tiles were pretended to be the glazed hall, the Buddha statues were also gilded, and even the steps of the treasure hall were made of white jade. The gold paint on the mountain gate is painted into three big characters - Zhenhai Temple. (To be continued.) )