But he said that at some point, dozens or hundreds of people from the rivers and lakes came up halfway up the mountain, and surrounded a mountain temple that had been eroded and damaged by time.

The people surrounding the ruined temple were either holding knives, carrying swords, carrying spears, or opening bows, all of them did not say a word, but they were filled with a murderous aura, just waiting for an order.

More than a dozen black-clothed men who looked like leaders were standing a few feet away from the temple gate, confronting the little monk who didn't know where he was coming from and where he was going.

I saw that the little monk was about twenty years old, dressed in a hundred clothes, with red lips and white teeth, and picturesque eyebrows, really more handsome than a young girl.

It's just such a little elder, who turned a blind eye to the sword that was bright and bloodless, sat in front of the door with his eyes slightly closed, and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, looking innumerable and weird.

The group of people in black, one by one, couldn't see through this little monk, you look at me, I will look at you, looking at each other, with a sense of caution, they were stopped for a while.

After a while, there was a man with a long sword on his back and a thunderous face, scratching his ears and cheeks, and became impatient: "The little monk with fine skin and tender meat, don't hurry up and get out of the way of the uncle, be careful of the sword in the uncle's hand, the sword qi is too long, it scratches your face, Guanyin Bodhisattva comes to me at night to trouble." ”

"Guanyin Bodhisattva came to trouble you at night? Lei Gong's face, you want to be beautiful. Someone laughed.

"Don't let people dream during the day, and don't let people dream at night?" Before the Lei Gong-faced swordsman could answer, someone answered for him first, and the Lei Gong-faced swordsman was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.

When the little monk heard this, he no longer chanted the Buddha, raised his head, and said in a compassionate tone: "Amitabha, sweeping the floor is afraid of hurting the lives of ants, and cherishing the moth gauze lamp." Everyone is raised by a father and mother, flesh and blood, and they can't be resurrected after death, so why bother killing each other. ”

The swordsman with the face of Lei Gong shouted loudly: "His grandmother's, uncle's wealth is on them, if you want to stop me, you will cut off my wealth." Cutting off people's wealth is like killing your parents, you are trying to kill my parents, the enmity of my parents is not shared, don't blame the uncle for slashing you with a sword. ”

The little monk's eyes drooped: "Tian Leijia washes his skin and flesh, and burns his heart to refine his muscles and bones." ”

"This bird monk is crooked, what is he making noise?" The swordsman with the face of Lei Gong asked a middle-aged man next to him who was carrying a pair of judge's pens.

"He said that he is not afraid of thunder, fire, and sword, so you can use your sword to cut him." The middle-aged man did not move, and replied with a smile.

The swordsman with the face of Lei Gong listened, the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks squeezed out a cruel smile, and pulled out the long sword behind his back, the sword light was as cold as a silver rainbow washing the moon, and with the blessing of internal force, it buzzed.

"Good sword!" Someone cheered.

A look of smugness appeared on the face of the swordsman with Lei Gong's face, and he pointed flatly: "Little monk, since you insist on cutting off the uncle's wealth, don't blame the uncle for letting you see what blood splashes three feet, and when you get to the king of Yama, you say that you asked for it." ”

"Well said!" Someone cheered again.

The dozen or so black-clothed people glanced at each other, the little monk was too calm, they were suspicious, and they didn't dare to act rashly. At this time, it really takes a reckless man to take the lead and open up a situation.

The swordsman with a face of Lei Gong, who was agitated by the cheers, couldn't hold back any longer, pinched the sword trick, stepped out, and arrived in front of the little monk in the blink of an eye.

"The sword breaks through the sky!" The swordsman with a face of Lei Gong shouted.

He wants to break through the dark clouds and see the blue sky for the imperial court, so the long sword in his hand has not yet fallen on the head of the little monk, and the extremely sharp sword qi that has been forced out has been invaded.

Seeing that the little monk's head was about to be split, the red and white flowed to the ground, but only a pop was heard. The long sword slammed into the bare head of the little monk, and the residual sword qi stirred up the dust of the ground to crack like a blanket, and disappeared into the darkness of the temple.

However, the Lei Gong-faced swordsman didn't see the little monk's liver and brains, his extremely sharp sword did not break the little monk's bald head, and he didn't even leave a trace.

"Iron head work?"

The swordsman with Lei Gong's face was shocked, for fear that he would use his old tricks, and the little monk took the opportunity to hurt himself, and before the long sword in his hand could be withdrawn, he danced a ball of sword flowers to protect himself firmly, and at the same time, his feet flickered, and he instantly retreated to three zhang away.

But when he stood still, he found that the little monk was still sitting there cross-legged, motionless like a mountain.

"The heart is as calm as the mountains, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?" Someone in the crowd shouted.

Immediately after hearing a crash, an arrow roared and went straight to the little monk's chest.

Shoot the sun and draw the bow, and someone will die!

This is the arrow shot by the killer of Yi Shuilou, nicknamed the shooting sun, known as the god of arrows, and it is not a problem to pierce the golden cracked stone.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the arrow feather snapped and landed in front of the little monk.

There was no moaning, no blood spatter, the little monk didn't even raise his eyebrows, as before he simply sat cross-legged, his expression was stable, as if he was meditating in the temple, no tricks and no style.

"Divine power to protect the body, invulnerable, this is the thirteen horizontal practice Taibao? Iron cloth shirts? Or the bell jar? Someone exclaimed.

As soon as the scream fell, three more arrows joined together and broke in front of the little monk.

But at this moment, in the eyes of everyone, the little monk has a majestic momentum of abyss.

Everyone was shocked, and the little monk suddenly sighed: "Life and death in the world are all for profit, and I refuse to rest until I reach Wujiang." ”

"Is this irritated and about to make a move?"

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Nie Xiaoqian, who was watching from the sidelines, saw that the martial arts masters who were so vigorous that their qi and blood were in a mess retreated, and there was a gap in the encirclement, and she entered through the gap.

By the way, she glanced at the little monk, she wanted to see what was so magical about the little monk, but she unexpectedly bumped into a pair of eyes as clear as the sky.

"Can he see me?"

Nie Xiaoqian, who floated in with the wind, was stunned for a moment, and then she smiled and nodded when she saw the little monk signaling to her.

"Sure enough, you can see me, but there seems to be no malice." Nie Xiaoqian thought to herself, she had already arrived in the temple.

In the temple, Wang Lin was safe and sound, pressing Cao Yuxuan's shoulder with one hand, standing in the corner guardedly.

In addition, there were several more people in the temple, and they were acquaintances.

Nie Xiaoqian looked over one by one, Yan Changtian, Lu Zhengdao, Yan Li, Zhu Weiming and Siniang, standing or standing, almost everyone was injured.

I haven't seen each other for a few days, and there are only five people left in a huge vaudeville troupe.

Although she was very confused in her heart, Nie Xiaoqian was not in a hurry to show up. There are many martial arts masters outside, and with a rush of qi and blood, she can be seriously injured, but her appearance is useless.

"Buddha Yin also has pride, and the world's martial arts are out of Shaolin."

Outside the temple, Lang Lang's voice suddenly came, the sound was like the Yangtze River rushing, shaking the four fields, loud and bright, as if it had the ability to sweep away all the charms.

"Master Fu, you are mistaken, Shaolin Temple can't produce such an amazing and brilliant person."

As soon as the words fell, someone answered, the voice was flat, but it was like a face-to-face conversation, and the voice was clear to the ear.

Immediately, everyone saw two figures as if they were riding the wind, fluttering in front of them.

"Master Fu has arrived."

"Aomatsu Dao Chief, too."

"Master Fu Zhuang and Daoist Qingsong are needed to preside over the overall situation."

Speaking loudly, the person who is called "Master Fu Zhuang" by everyone is only half a hundred years old, with a scarf, a clear appearance, a modest expression, and looks like a well-educated Confucian.

Known as the "Qingsong Dao Chief", he is dressed in a navy blue robe, with a childish face with crane hair, and a dusty hand in his hand, and his face is smiling when he meets people.

Master Fu Zhuang and Daoist Qingsong glanced at each other, Qingsong Daoist bowed his head, and Master Fu Zhuang nodded.

Master Fu immediately bowed his hands, cleared his throat, and said, "Since this is the case, then Fu Mou will not give in." ”

"Master Fu Zhuang is polite."

"As it should be."

……

In the midst of the echoes, the owner of Fu Zhuang turned to the little monk and asked awe-inspiringly: "Contemptible Fu Chen, why is the little master here?" ”

There were two martial arts heroes floating in, but the little monk's expression remained unchanged, and he talked eloquently: "The monks do good deeds, like the grass in the spring garden, they don't see their growth, and they increase day by day; He who does evil is like a sharpening stone, and he does not see his loss, but he loses day by day. ”

Fu Chen's eyes were scorching, like a bright moon in the sky: "Don't you hear that if you have the intention to do good, although you are not rewarded, if you have no intention to do evil, although you are evil, you will not be punished." ”

"Master Fu's words are wrong, if you have the intention to be good, or good, if you don't have the intention to be evil, you will be evil in the end. The so-called intentionally doing good is not rewarded for good, and unintentionally doing evil is not punished for evil, which is really a ridiculous fallacy that fuels the arrogance of evil. The little monk replied calmly.

Fu Chen, the owner of Zhengqi Mountain Villa, looked stunned, as if he didn't expect the little monk to refute like this.

Others even couldn't believe their ears, and they bluntly scolded the little monk for being bold.

However, it was Qingsong Dao Chief, who stared at the little monk for a few moments, thought of something, and said tentatively with a strange face: "The monk is a bald donkey, a crazy young monk?" ”

Everyone was shocked, although they scolded the little monk, but they only scolded him for being bold and rude, and Qingsong Dao Chang, in front of a monk who has miraculous skills and body protection, scolded him for being a bald donkey, I am afraid that something is not good.

For a while, everyone held their breath and stared, and their swords were on guard, beware of the little monk's anger from the heart to the side of the gall.

But what surprised them even more was that the little elder actually nodded and agreed: "I don't dare to be crazy, the poor monk is called a bald donkey." ”