If Long Wenxuan was present at this time, he would have found that the unknown powder that the group of gray-clothed monks sprinkled on the mysterious compass was the residue of the strange god statue that was smashed by his own hands, and they actually used the residual breath left on the strange god statue to accurately locate the place where Long Wenxuan was.

It's so fast, it's amazing!

The innkeeper hunched his waist and led the group of arrogant gray-clothed monks with an extremely humble expression to the depths of the alley on the first floor, where it was the entrance to the guest room on the second floor.

Just arrived at the entrance of the guest room on the second floor, and was about to go up, Xiao Er looked stunned, and his face was a little incredulous: at the entrance of the second floor, there were still guests savoring the wine and food served in the hotel.

This extremely calm guest, wearing a black hat and carrying a long sword, sat at the dining table by the staircase, looking extremely calm with the chopsticks in his hand to hold the food on the table, and from time to time picked up the wine jug on the table and drank two glasses for himself.

Xiao Er's expression was anxious, and before he saw this group of gray-clothed monks, he hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him: "Guest officer, please leave here quickly, those gray-clothed monks kill people without blinking, don't give your life in vain." ”

The swordsman wearing a gray hat made a slight move, raised his head and looked at Xiao Er, who was extremely anxious to come to comfort Xiao Er, chuckled, ignored what Xiao Er said, continued to drink himself, raised his left hand lightly, and put aside the little two Buddha who was still comforting him and left quickly.

The shopkeeper only felt a shock all over, and an unstoppable force suddenly came out from the swordsman in front of him, but he pushed the shopkeeper away very gently, exposing himself to the gray-clothed monk behind the shopkeeper's field of vision.

"Who are you, why do you dare to block our way, and we can't find death?" the gray-clothed monk in the lead looked stunned for a moment, and then shouted angrily, as if his majesty had been challenged.

"Hahaha, you little novices are really funny to talk about, the road is facing the sky, each side of the road, you don't have to go if you have a way, you have to say that I block your way, it's just a big joke in the world, you and other domineering behavior, no wonder now Buddhism and Taoism have become extremely evil!" The swordsman wearing a gray hat laughed when he heard this, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, and the tears of laughter on the table were about to flow out.

"You're looking for death!" Looking at the mysterious swordsman who was lying on the table laughing, the gray-clothed monk led by him showed murderous intent, and a divine scepter appeared in his hand at some point, and his body moved slightly towards the mysterious swordsman on the table.

"Just now you asked me who I was, then I will tell you that it is the one who killed you!" The mysterious swordsman stopped smiling, raised his head suddenly, revealing the incomparably vicissitudes of life under the gray hat, and drank suddenly.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the mysterious swordsman, and in the face of the oncoming Zen staff, a terrifying sword momentum on his body suddenly rose.

The gray-clothed monk at the head of the group had a frightened look on his face, and the Zen staff in his hand was shattered inch by inch in this terrifying sword momentum, turning into dust and dissipating into the air, and he himself was like a puppet with a broken thread, slamming heavily on the floor, not moving.

"Senior brother?" A gray-clothed monk walked out of the group, and hurriedly stepped forward to help the gray-clothed monk who fell to the ground.

"It's not good, it's dangerous here, retreat quickly!" Seeing this, the gray-clothed monk holding the compass suddenly changed his expression and retreated recklessly.

"Yo, it seems that this generation of gray-clothed novices also has good people, but now I realize that it's too late!" Seeing the gray-clothed monk holding the compass retreating desperately, the mysterious swordsman showed a sneering look under his hat.

I saw that in the eyes of everyone's extreme horror, the gray-clothed monk's body that stepped forward to support him suddenly swelled, and tens of thousands of swords shining with cold light burst out from the gray-clothed monk's body, forming a sword rain, falling from the sky and enveloping the gray-clothed monk not far away.

Dozens of gray-clothed monks struggled to dodge in the sword rain, and every scream took the life of a gray-clothed monk, and for a while, the number of gray-clothed monks plummeted, leaving only a few people who were still supported in the sword rain with great difficulty, and they were all injured.

"Kind of swordsmanship! You are Lin Qinghui, a man of ten thousand swords! It turned out to be you!" The gray-clothed monk holding the compass gritted his teeth, and a trace of blood in his mouth suddenly sprayed onto the golden compass in his hand, and the golden compass soaked in blood suddenly shone brightly, and a silver-gray Buddha statue phantom projected out from the golden compass, lifting the gray-clothed monk out of the sword rain.

The gray-clothed monk who had survived the catastrophe gasped for breath, looked around, and was the only one left among the dozens of gray-clothed monks who were originally traveling with him, looking at the golden compass in his hand with an extremely happy expression.

"Yo, Zhiyi old bald donkey didn't expect your Divine Thoughts Phantom to shrink into the golden compass in the junior's hand, as if your Divine Thoughts Phantom was made into the image of a Buddha, it's really shameless. Lin Qinghui raised his head and looked at the silver-gray Buddha statue suspended in the air, and was amazed, and his face was full of endless sarcasm.

"The donor is in love, we believe in the Buddha, the Buddha keeps it in his heart, why can't he become the Buddha?" The silver-gray Buddha statue suspended in mid-air shook for a while, and slowly descended from mid-air, and what appeared in front of the world was an old monk with no white beard and kind eyebrows and yellow monk robes.

"Poor monk Zhiyi, I have seen all the donors. The old monk Zhiyi looked around, smiled, and slowly gave a Buddhist salute to everyone.

"I've seen Master Zhiyi!" Everyone present hurriedly returned the salute, and the downstairs was so lively that the guests in the guest rooms on the second floor had already been alarmed.

The old monk Zhiyi greeted him with a smile in return, and then turned to look at the gray-clothed monk who was seriously injured and the only one remained, a pair of white eyebrows were furrowed, and his kind face had already changed to an extremely stern look, and he slowly spoke in the gray-clothed monk's extremely frightened gaze: "This is the case, go to the Rakshasa Department of the Buddha Hall to receive the punishment, and you need to bear the serious consequences of what you have done, do you understand?"

The gray-clothed monk looked defeated, and he held on to prevent himself from falling, and his face was extremely bitter and he slowly spoke: "Disciple understands. ”

This Master Zhiyi was indifferent to Lin Qinghui's slaughter of the disciples of the Buddha Hall, as if a group of gray-clothed monks in this Buddha Hall were discardable pawns in his eyes.

"Hypocrisy!" Lin Qinghui touched the hat on his head and muttered quietly with disdain on his face.

"This little benefactor, you have something on you and my Buddha Hall unfortunately lost, and I hope that this little donor will return it as soon as possible, and the poor monk is grateful. Zhi smiled on his face, ignored the words in Lin Qinghui's mouth, and raised his head towards Long Wenxuan, who had just come out of the guest room, and asked.

Long Wenxuan looked confused, huh, who am I? Where am I? What happened? Why am I me?

"Since the little donor can't return it to the poor monk, the poor monk has to take it himself, and he hopes that the little donor will forgive his sins. The smile on Zhi's face gradually turned cold, and he folded his hands together and said coldly.

Long Wenxuan continued to be confused.

"Zhiyi bald donkey, I will protect this kid, you can give it a try!" Lin Qinghui glanced up at Long Wenxuan, chuckled, the terrifying sword momentum behind him was condensed, and his eyes stared straight at Zhiyi Shennian in front of him.

"Lord Lin really thinks that there is no one in my Buddha Hall, so it's easy to bully, you slaughtered my Buddha Hall disciples, and the poor monk hasn't settled accounts with you yet!" Zhiyi looked at the looming giant sword phantom behind Lin Qinghui, his expression froze, and his originally kind expression completely cooled down, and he shouted in a low voice with a cold face.

"Yo yo, come to me to settle accounts? I thought you, the old monk, didn't care about me anymore, come on, I'll wait." Lin Qinghui plucked his ears, and the sneer on his face was even stronger.

"Gray novice, come here. Zhiyi looked at Lin Qinghui in front of him, his expression was extremely jealous, and he called out to the gray man standing on the side in a low voice.

If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the Tower of Heaven in the center of the world, the body had no time to take care of it, how could it be so aggrieved, thinking that wherever I go, all living beings are extremely respectful, and how can I ever be treated like this, just an ant in the realm of washing the spirit, the body can be pinched to death at will.

Thinking of this, Zhiyi couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"The disciple is here!" The gray-clothed monk glanced at Zhiyi, who suddenly sighed, in confusion, but he didn't dare to raise his head and ask more, so he could only bow his head and stand aside with great respect, waiting for Zhiyi's order.

"I'll give you a chance to make up for your mistakes, continue to complete your unfinished tasks, if you successfully take this person down and bring it back to the Buddha Hall, you can not only make up for it, but also drag the body of the novice and promote the position of a young monk, can you be sure that you can do it?"

Hearing this, the gray-clothed novice raised his head, staring at the dragon and Wen Xuan with his eyes, trembling with excitement, and slowly said, "The disciple will not live up to the master's expectations. ”

"That's good. Zhiyi shook his head when he heard this, and suddenly said to Lin Qinghui: "Since Lord Lin wants to fight against my Buddha Hall, the poor monk has to do a few battles with the donor, even if he gives up this divine thought." ”

"Don't fix those high-sounding reasons, you want to fight, I will fight with you, life and death don't matter" Lin Qinghui laughed, with a look of disdain, and the phantom of the giant sword behind him became more and more condensed.

"Please!" As soon as Zhiyi's hands moved, the golden compass in the hands of the gray-clothed monk involuntarily flew up in the air, and Zhiyi took it into his hand, smiled slightly, and made a gesture of invitation to Lin Qinghui in front of him.

"I'm afraid you won't succeed, a battle in the sky!" Lin Qinghui glared, his eyes became more and more excited, his body moved slightly, and he took the lead in flying towards the sky.

Zhiyi nodded towards the gray-clothed monk, and his figure flickered, and it also appeared in the sky above Pranya City, followed by a burst of terrifying fluctuations, which erupted in the sky above Pranya City, but everyone present couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the feelings of the weak are also taken into account, otherwise the aftermath of their battle like Lin Qinghui will destroy everything affected, and none of the people present can be sure that they can stop it, for them, it is a mortal existence.

"Shameless thief, I advise you to be arrested and return the things in my Buddha Hall, otherwise you will not be able to stay. After the two left, the gray-clothed monk suddenly erupted, and the phantom of the immovable king suddenly appeared behind him, and he rushed towards Long Wenxuan!

Long Wenxuan finally came back to his senses, and helplessly showed a wry smile on his face, what did I do wrong?

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