The bell is singing, the old monk in the yellow robe is kind and kind-eyed, and the green mountains are dressed and the green water is the belt. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info should be a perfect picture of the characters and the scenery reflecting each other, but the artistic conception was shattered under the shocked and frightened eyes of countless people.

Whether it is a ghost, Fan Qinghui, or the four holy monks, when they looked at the small bronze bell suspended in the palm of the sweeping monk, their eyes were full of fear.

This little toy, which has not yet been slapped and let people play with it, will turn thousands of people in the city into ashes in an instant when it vibrates gently?! Am I dreaming or is the world too crazy!

Huang Sheng and Bashi Ba had a tacit understanding and stopped together, and both landed on the ground. In front of the sweeping monk who has mastered the weapon of big killing, no one wants to be a sandpiper mussel who has been profited by a fisherman.

The sweeping monk has already penetrated the appearance of all living beings, and even if the world slanders and adds a thousand evil curses, it will not affect his heart. Chong Lin Daoyuan smiled.

"Master Lin, we meet again. On that day, the poor monk's chess was led away by you with the strategy of diverting the tiger from the mountain, resulting in the loss of many Buddhist sages' codex and exercises.

Now that more than three months have passed, it is expected that the benefactor has already visited the secret collection of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion. Martial arts techniques are just a side matter, but please return those scriptures to Shaolin. ”

Xuan Yan shouted angrily: "I said how can you make Shaolin stunts, it turns out that you were the one who stole the book that day!" No wonder you want to send the evil sword spectrum into Shaolin, it turns out that you have this idea. ”

Xuan Ci also had a bad face, and his treasured scriptures were stolen, and he, the abbot, could not escape the blame.

It is estimated that such a stroke has been left in the records of the Premonition Academy: In a certain year and month, the nth abbot Xuan Ci lost his morality, resulting in the theft of the codex of the sages and monks of the temple, and he was sentenced to a rod to set an example.

Hehe, this is a real "famous history", and many abbots can't enjoy this kind of treatment. How can Xuan Ci endure this?

"Sect Master Lin, please return the scriptures of my temple. The poor monk promised not to blame the past. ”

Lin Daoyuan pretended to be surprised, his acting skills were furious, his face showed the grievances and resentment of being framed, and he stood up and retorted: "Old monk, don't frame good people, how can a good young man like me who talks about civilization and etiquette steal scriptures." If you talk about evidence, with your own strength, will you still spy on your martial arts! ”

Lin Daoyuan refuted it with righteous words, and interpreted the innocent young man who was wronged vividly and exquisitely. Even Xuan Ci and Xuan Nan were confused by him for a while, and muttered in their hearts: Is it really him?

Only the sweeping monk's face was as usual, and he was not moved at all: "Lin Shi's main merit is to participate in the creation, and even when the poor monk investigated, he couldn't find the slightest trace." But ......"

The sweeping monk suddenly lengthened his tone, shook the small bell in his hand and smiled without saying a word.

Lin Daoyuan's heart suddenly chuckled. Damn, shouldn't it be discovered by the Buddha with a full head!

In his heart, he was complaining that the Buddha was idle, and the ghost who had been ignored for a long time did not interject angrily.

opened his mouth and spitted and scolded, listening to the shame and admiration of others: this is the real fierce man, aren't you afraid that the sweeping monk will directly ring the ancient bell and kill him! Commit crimes against the wind, you cow!

After the ghost guy finished scolding, he was still not happy, and pointed to the bald head and scolded loudly: "Old bald donkey, let's compete in martial arts, you suddenly came out and killed people." is so unruly, do you think that you can do whatever you want with that magic weapon, and want to exterminate all our masters of the Six Kingdoms and let Shaolin dominate the rivers and lakes! ”

The Red-Eyed King's face suddenly became gloomy: "Old monk, our Jin Dynasty respects Shaolin is the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism, and I believe that you will act impartially, so you have come thousands of miles to Songshan to hold a conference." Kill my subordinates in front of this king, you must give me an explanation! ”

The situation is good, how could the shrewd Hauma not seize the opportunity. immediately stepped forward to help, and the words revealed the meaning of naked ~ naked ~ naked threat.

"There are also people in Tibet, and the national division is unwilling to raise swords. I would also like to ask you to focus on the overall situation. ”

The Eighth Master did not speak, and stood quietly in place and wandered out of the world. But in this situation, not speaking is a tacit acquiescence. Mongolia, the Jin Dynasty, and the Tubo Three Kingdoms want to use the hand of the Demon Gate to attack Shaolin!

The tree is very popular, and Shaolin believers are all over the world, how can such a large piece of cake not be coveted.

Needless to say, Lin Daoyuan has just been swept away, and it is a good thing not to fall into the well. And Fan Qinghui and the four holy monks' eyes flashed twice, and finally took half a step back silently and stood by.

The atmosphere that had just eased suddenly became solemn, and the heavy pressure was pressed on the heart, and the heroes around him did not dare to come out more, for fear that one would accidentally find a catastrophe.

In the face of the oppression of the five countries openly and secretly, even the sweeping monk couldn't help frowning no matter how calm he was. With a calm smile on his face, he clasped the ancient bell tightly in his palm, and shouted in a deep voice: "You really want to ignore the evil sect and start a war with Shaolin!" ”

The red-eyed king coldly glanced at the ghoul double statue, tilted his head, and stared at the sweeping monk with slanted eyes: "How can some evil demons stop the heroes here, only you Shaolin are the big trouble!" ”

At the end of the sentence, the Red-Eyed King suddenly exhaled. Throw out the iron rod in the empty hand! I don't know where he's hiding such a big guy. In the sleeve? Or crotch?

With the tremendous power of the Red-Eyed King, the iron rod almost teleported and rushed in front of him! The air ring left behind by the air can be seen with the naked eye!

The sweeping monk's face sank, his palm pushed forward, and the bronze ancient bell slammed into the iron rod head-on. One is thick and the other is small, and the two magic weapons that form a clear contrast collide blatantly.

The sound of gold and jade vibrates, deafening, and its sound has been transmitted for more than ten miles! In the shocked and unexpected look of others, the thick iron rod was knocked away by the ancient bell!

Suddenly, a golden light flashed in the heart of Gu Mozhi's eyebrows, and a page of scripture flew out through the space, directly taking the head of the sweeping monk! What a Tubo national teacher who judges the situation and assesses the situation!

The sweeping monk is amazing, and his response is so agile. The mind moved slightly, and the ancient clock was immediately enlarged to the size of the purse of two people, and the last hair came first to knock the Buddhist scriptures flying!

Whether it is a Buddhist scripture or an iron rod, it is the important weapon of the country, and it is a rare magic weapon that the Tubo and Jin dynasties rely on. Even if the bronze ancient bell is extremely strong, it is inevitable that two magic weapons of similar level will be a little unstable in shape.

At this moment, Zhao Min showed a sly smile. Bending his fingers and whistling, the goshawk on his sleeve, which was originally just decoration, flew out in response!

The claws are like hooks, and they hold the ancient bell with lightning speed!

Although the bronze ancient bell had the upper hand and broke the claws of the Condor, it couldn't break free for a while, leaving a void mark on the bell's body! It is worthy of Mongolia's hidden backhand!

Everyone present knew that Gu Zhongwei was superior to the Divine Condor. The two fought against each other, and the final winner was definitely Gu Zhong. However, now the situation is not one-on-one, but three-on-one!

At the moment when Gu Zhong and the Divine Eagle were competing, the iron rod carried the momentum of ten thousand jun, and smashed it with a stick!

"Bell~~!"

The thunder exploded in my mind, the passionate bell rang through the sky, the dark clouds shattered and rang for a long time, and tens of thousands of people in the city were stunned! Even Lin Daoyuan was in a daze, and he couldn't figure out the southeast and northwest for a while.

suffered blows one after another, and there was a little resentment and grievance in the sound of the ancient bell. seems to be asking: What kind of heroes are you who bully more and less, and there is a kind of fighting alone with Ben Zhong!

Obviously, heroes and heroes in the magic weapon world are not popular. Almost at the same time as the iron rod attack fell, the page of Buddhist scriptures silently touched the back of the ancient bell.

The thin piece of paper is thousands of times sharper than the sharpest weapon in the world! Everywhere it passed, the air separated on its own, making people wonder if it could even split the space if it used all its strength!

Besieged one after another, the bronze ancient bell has already left its anger! The sweeping monk's face is also angry, the tiger is not threatening, you and I are a sick cat!

The bronze ancient bell shook three times in a row, one shook the eagle, the second hit the flying iron rod, and the three rings just started, and the Buddhist scriptures rushed back at a faster speed than the momentum! This is the essence of Shaolin?!

Wrong! Lin Daoyuan's eyes widened sharply, and the target of the Buddhist scriptures ...... It's yourself!

Fast, unbeatably fast, faster than lightning and thunder! It's so fast that you don't even have time to teleport!

The golden light in front of him flashed away, and by the time Lin Daoyuan realized that the target of the Buddhist scriptures was himself, the golden light had already flown past him, rushing straight out of thousands of meters before stopping!

Lin Daoyuan slowly lowered his head and looked at his body, and from his right shoulder to his left waist, a blood-red line burst into thin lines. At first, it was just a drop of blood oozing out, and a few scars on its strong body could be restored in a blink of an eye.

But the golden Buddha light at the wound is like the remains of the appendage, constantly eroding the flesh, and even domineeringly expelling the life energy! As long as there is Buddha light left, don't try to recover from the injury!

In the distance, the Buddhist scriptures suddenly shone brightly, and a smiling Maitreya with bare breasts appeared from it, staring at Lin Daoyuan without blinking with his eyes like a rare treasure.

The rich Buddha light illuminates the four directions, but the wounds of all martial arts people who are exposed to the light recover quickly, only Lin Daoyuan is suppressed by the Buddha's light, and the injuries are even more difficult to recover.

Such an amazing Buddhist supernatural power, the person who came was none other than the Buddha of Joy!

Obviously, the greedy desire in his eyes is about to come out, and the Buddha of Joy puts on a compassionate appearance.

"Lord Lin, I haven't seen you for many days, and I miss you very much. Attacked by the Shaolin magic weapon, it is really a sin to accidentally injure the donor.

But donor, please rest assured, you and I are destined, and this seat will send you to the **** day and enjoy the bliss of the West. Good, good, good. ”

Shaolin monks who don't know the truth, jealousy appeared in the eyes of Mongolian lamas, and they couldn't wait to kill the **** lucky boy and replace him.

Only a few people such as Huang Shang and Bashi Ba were awe-inspiring and secretly raised their vigilance.

Lin Daoyuan stared at the half-crippled body for a while, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, laughing until tears were left from the corners of his eyes.

What's going on, this kid's internal organs are damaged, there shouldn't be much strength left, why is the laughter so full of energy?!

Surprised in his heart, the Joy Buddha secretly raised his vigilance, and his expression became indifferent.

"Master Lin, if there is anything funny, tell this seat."

Lin Daoyuan raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, shook his head and smiled: "I laughed at myself for a few days of comfortable life, and my vigilance dropped to such a point, I would actually be hurt by a small character like you." You really deserve it! ”

The more he spoke, the more flat Lin Daoyuan's expression became. Until the end, the cold killing intent that filled the sky and earth was cold to the bone, and the geese flying in the sky were shrouded in killing intent, and their wings fluttered weakly twice and fell straight to the ground, and they were scared to death by the killing intent! (To be continued.) )