Three minutes later, she glanced through the air and saw four familiar figures in a dark forest. They were Jueyuan, who was sitting cross-legged, Zhang Junbao, who was kneeling beside him, Xiao Maozi who was standing on one side with his hands folded, and a person who surprised her - Wu Zhengfeng.

"Jiao Niang?" Hmm, Yang Qi fell to the ground: "What's the matter?"

"Yang Qi?" Wu Zhengfeng was also surprised: "How did you make it like this, how did you look like a big cat?"

"Eh?" Yang Qi realized that her head and face were covered with ash, and her hair was also gray and dull, just like a clay figure: "Don't talk about this, what's the situation here?"

"I also just arrived, and I was already like this when I got here. Also," Wu Zhengfeng glanced at Jueyuan, and said to Yang Qi: "There is no help." ”

Yang Qi took two steps forward and looked at Jueyuan, who couldn't stop muttering something, and there was a blue-black palm print on the heavy acupoint on his chest. The cyan palm print was deeply imprinted in the flesh, and a large piece of the chest was sunken, exuding an ominous poisonous aura. The great monk's internal cultivation is very strong, and the ninety years of pure yang breaking skill is not in vain, but the blue-black aura does not show weakness. The two sides fight for each other, and no one can help anyone.

And this kind of instinctive scramble is meaningless, because Yamato is really as Wu Zhengfeng said, his heart has been broken, his heart is broken, and he is already hopeless.

He whispered something to the scriptures, as if he wanted to finish them. Yang Qi subconsciously listened to it and found that it seemed to be some kind of internal strength. She knew that this was probably the scripture of Jiuyang Divine Skill, but Jueyuan would definitely not be able to finish it. When she went to Shaomu Mountain today, there was no incident of Shaolin monks forcing Jueyuan to death as in the original plot, and she felt relieved. I thought that in a few days, I would find an opportunity to exchange my experience with Jueyuan about the pure yang internal strength.

But now it seems that people are not as good as heaven, and Jueyuan still died on this day.

"Master, a high monk gave me a pill, saying that it was for life-saving purposes. When life and death are at stake. It can be used to save lives. The little hairy boy took out a jade bottle and handed it to Jueyuan: "You can take it, it may be useful." ”

Jueyuan didn't answer or reply, but shook his head solemnly, and the sound of chanting in his mouth didn't stop. He knew his condition, he was still alive, and he was only holding his last breath by will. The purpose he held on. It's just that he wants to pass on as much Jiuyang Divine Skill as possible to his apprentices. But his last breath was still too short for him to finish.

There is a deficiency in the way of heaven, and if you can't finish talking about it, you won't talk about it.

Jueyuan stopped chanting and raised his eyes to look at Yang Qi: "Layman." The poor monk has something to ask for. ”

Jueyuan's eyes were very similar to the Golden Sword King's gaze when he was dying, but it was clearer. Yang Qi understood the meaning of that glance: "You say, if it's easy, I can do you a favor." ”

"The scoundrel is still young, and this boy is too young, the rivers and lakes are sinister, and it is difficult to live on his own. Although the thief was repulsed by the poor monk, it was a pity that the poor monk's skills were not successful. The thief is not badly wounded, but may come again. His skill is poisonous in the yin, and only the power of the yang to the strong, the righteous and the mighty can be restrained. Layman. The poor monk is cheeky, please take care of Junbao and them for some time. ”

Yang Qi glanced at the little monk and the little hairy child, the little monk was already six gods and no master, the little hairy boy was unexpectedly calm, and then nodded: "Okay." ”

"The poor monk thanked the layman. Jueyuan bowed slightly to Yang Qi, and then raised his hand and touched Zhang Junbao's head. Wen Hou said: "Junbao, the rivers and lakes are dangerous." Take care of yourself. Don't go back, there will be no Shaolin after that. ”

"There is no Shaolin to take care of yourself? What about you, Master. This...... What does this mean, Master, Master, Master?!!" Zhang Junbao grabbed Jueyuan's shirt in a panic and shook it, asking again and again, but Jueyuan didn't respond.

He couldn't respond anymore.

"Master, Master, ahh

The little monk who wailed and cried bitterly, the great monk who passed away and sat down, made this night bleak. Injuries and deaths are painful, even if there was no intersection before, Wu Zhengfeng's expression was slightly gloomy, and he sighed softly.

But compared to the painful Zhang Junbao, who couldn't help himself, the little hairy child looked like an adult.

He just folded his hands, bowed slightly to Jueyuan, and recited a scripture: "Nam no Amitabha Night ......"

Yang Qi couldn't help but glance at him, she was very familiar with this sentence of "Mantra of Death", and it was also the only Buddhist scripture she knew.

A long time ago, Yang Qi had recited the exact same scripture to someone.

It doesn't mean much, but she feels like she's not far from the truth.

Wu Zhengfeng glanced at Yang Qi, and the two walked away a few steps, giving the little monk a time to express his grief. At the same time, the two also have a lot to say.

"About four minutes ago, the Flying Shadow Department came to report that the nearby Mongolian army was transferred to Songshan. You left a note and disappeared, I waited for two moments and felt irritable, so I came to Songshan to look for you. But as soon as I arrived nearby, I felt a strange atmosphere. As soon as you arrived, you arrived on your hind feet. Wu Zhengfeng's expression was stern: "You came here earlier, do you know what happened here?"

"I don't know, I just went around the temple and somehow fell asleep, I don't know how long I woke up. Before closing my eyes, I was fine, but when I opened my eyes, I changed. ”

The two looked in the direction of Shaolin, and on the hill that blocked the view, the fiery red halo became brighter and brighter. The thick clouds in the sky were illuminated in an ominous dark red, a scene that had been seen not long ago, and the same was true when the "Jia Teng Eagle" burned down the Qingxu Temple. But this time, it was not the bold "Jia Tengying" who did it, there must be other people who are strong enough, ruthless enough, and vicious enough to attack this thousand-year-old faction at night.

Thinking about it carefully, since entering the Scripture Pavilion, many of the things encountered tonight have a deliberate and strange taste.

"Let's go, let's take a look. Yang Qi turned around and grabbed Zhang Junbao, and Wu Zhengfeng also picked up the little hairy child. The two of them temporarily put Jueyuan's body here, used their light skills to exert their strength, and rushed to Shaolin as fast as chasing the wind and the moon. In the hurry, Wu Zhengfeng found that Yang Qi had even made a breakthrough, and asked suspiciously, but Yang himself couldn't say why.

The rugged mountain road could not cause any trouble to the two of them, one was the light work of heaven and earth. One is the heroic power of the rocks that collapsed the mountain, and after a while, the two of them returned to Shaomu Mountain. From a distance, the thousand-year-old Buddha soil of Shaolin Temple has turned into a fire. The blazing fire was blazing and the wind was howling. But no voices can be heard anymore.

No shouting, no screams, no groaning, nothing.

Yang Qi frowned and took two more steps, and the two grabbed the two children and landed from the sky into the Shaolin Temple. The large square, which I have visited once during the day, is a clean place that is always cleaned without causing dust. Now there is blood all over the place, and the stumps are everywhere. Fingers, broken legs, severed heads, and various parts of human bodies were scattered everywhere, and the Buddha land was transformed into demonic land.

Take a closer look, among those corpses, there are even a few shadows of the eighteen old bronze figures of the Zen Heart Hall.

Zhang Junbao was already stunned. The little hairy child, who has always been very calm, is also a little overwhelmed, with a pair of big eyes with horror, and finally looks like a child.

"Huh?" Yang Qi suddenly discovered something, put down Zhang Junbao, and rushed into the Daxiong Treasure Hall with a fit under his feet. In the treasure hall, the Buddha statue collapsed, the fire was endless, and the air was extremely hot, but Yang Qi was surprised to find that he did not feel any discomfort at all. Although the body is strong on weekdays. But there's always a little bit of effort to fight it. Now, naturally, it seems to be unaware.

She flew straight through and landed in front of the statue. Here, a fat monk is sitting cross-legged. It was the monk Nale. Monk Le folded his hands, but the index finger of his right hand, the finger of Zen, disappeared at the root.

Looking at the wound, Yang Qi's mental power worked, and instantly restored the situation at that time: a powerful hand grabbed his fingers. snapped and snapped, and then tore it off directly. This person's martial arts are extremely high. Otherwise, it would be impossible to grab the finger of the laughing monk.

When Monk Le saw Yang Qi, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again. But he only whispered: "There is no peace in the Three Realms, just like a house of fire, full of suffering, very terrifying. There are often birth, old age, sickness and death sorrows, such as waiting for the fire, blazing endlessly...... Haha, one finger Zen, one finger Zen, put down one finger, there is Zen ......"

The voice decreased and weakened, and the laughing monk's head sank and passed away. Not long ago, the great monk who was playing hide and seek and raising pigs suddenly died in front of his eyes. It's as if those pleasant teases have never existed. But until he died, he had a smile on his lips. This smile is free and easy, and I don't know what he understood before he died.

"Come on, come here!" Wu Zhengfeng heard in her ears to bring her back to her senses, and Yang Qi picked up the body of the laughing monk and rushed out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall. With a click, the burning hall finally collapsed, and the sparks flew like a splash of death.

And in the midst of the raging fire, Yang Qi saw what Wu Zhengfeng asked her to see.

In an open space at the front gate of Shaolin, someone wrote a few big characters in blood. These big characters were too unexpected for Yang Qi, and she was stunned for a while.

It's [Murderer Flower Thief Jia Tengying]!

Ten bloody characters, and even stumps and broken internal organs and dragged intestines on the handwriting, made everyone who saw it feel creepy and disgusting. Zhang Junbao was stunned for a long time, then suddenly clenched his fists and raised his head to the sky and let out a terrible roar: "Jia Tengying-! I am inseparable from you, and I don't share it."

Bang, Yang Qi smashed his last word back with a brain collapse, and said angrily: "What are you yelling about, how do you know that it must have been 'Jia Tengying' who did it? This is clearly fake!"

She took two steps, looked around the burning and collapsed Shaolin Temple, and suddenly raised her foot and stomped on the ground. With a loud bang, the stone slab on the ground with the words "Jia Tengying" burst violently, and the gravel flew, scaring the two children into trembling.

"Dare to deduct basin on Lao Tzu's head?" Yang Qi was really angry, and the scarlet light in her eyes lit up again: "Okay, no matter who you are, wait for Lao Tzu!" (To be continued)

ps: This is the third update promised last night, which should have been written early in the morning, but I didn't expect that today was also the day when I made my results. Although I'm not young, I'm stable, and I'm not too nervous, but I'm still a little concerned, and I'm a lot slower to write. Fortunately, the result is still successful, and Shou is as smooth as curing old constipation~~ I went to my grandmother's place for dinner in the evening, and I don't know when I will be able to come back, but we should write today and try our best not to owe ~~R580