Zeng Jing's arrival means that the plot of the Sword Rain movie has officially begun. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fang Haoran stared at the package behind the drizzle, which should contain Rama's body. I secretly thought about whether to make a move, but in the end I gave up the idea.

Not to mention that there is only half of Rama's body at this time, it is useless to grab it, and even if he makes a move, it will be difficult to snatch Rama's body from the drizzle.

In the whole movie of Sword Rain, the first master is Lu Zhu, who defeated Drizzle with only four moves with an iron chopstick, and in the end, if it wasn't for falling in love with Drizzle and being willing to sacrifice himself to ignite Drizzle, he would not have died in Drizzle's hands at all.

And after the drizzle was instructed by Lu Zhu, he was the number one master except for the Wheel King, even if he used a gun, Fang Haoran was not sure that he could hit the drizzle, with the speed of the drizzle swordsmanship, it was likely that he would be killed before he could shoot.

Fang Haoran gave up the idea of making a move, and said silently in his heart: "It's better to wait for the drizzle to hide Rama's body in Yunhe Temple before making plans!"

Half a month passed in a flash, and during this period, as the plot developed, Zhang Renfeng's alias Jiang Asheng also moved here. And Drizzle opened a cloth stall next to Aunt Cai's tea stall, did a small business, and lived the life of ordinary people.

The breeze was gentle, and at the beginning of the month, the moon shone a faint light.

Fang Haoran was wearing a night suit, and took advantage of the night to walk all the way out of the city.

It has been more than half a month since the drizzle came to Nanjing City, and Rama's body should have been buried in Yunhe Temple outside Nanjing, Fang Haoran's trip was to steal Rama's body.

As long as this half of Rama's body is in hand, and then find a way to get the half body in Zhang Dajing's hand, Rama's internal strength will be in hand.

Rama's body was the most precious treasure in the entire Sword Rain World, thinking of this, Fang Haoran's heart couldn't help but become hot, and his pace sped up a little.

Yunhe Temple is not big, compared to Shaolin Temple, Xiangguo Temple, etc., it is simply a small temple, and there are few monks in the temple.

The moonlight was shrouded in dark clouds, the night was cold, the fog rose, and everywhere looked eerie.

Fang Haoran came to Tallinn behind the temple, and a new tomb came into view, and a few big characters on it attracted his attention.

"The Tomb of the People's Girl Zeng Jing"

According to the setting of the plot of the movie, the body of the half-body Rama in Drizzle's hand is placed inside

Fang Haoran's eyes lit up slightly, his heart was overjoyed, he took out a sledgehammer from the bronze ring, raised it high, and fell heavily, smashing the tombstone pedestal open.

Under the pedestal was a hole, stuffed with a ball of burlap, which seemed to be wrapped in something.

Fang Haoran took it out, and sure enough, there was a wooden box hidden inside.

He suppressed the joy in his heart, his hands trembled a little, and opened the wooden box, revealing a portrait on his face.

Fang Haoran shook his head secretly, and sighed lightly: "Drizzle is really not the number one beauty in the rivers and lakes, the flower of the killer, this big star who looks far beyond the previous life, it's a pity!"

Although Zeng Jing's appearance is not ugly, it is also the public level, and compared with the portrait, it is very different. I really don't understand the idea of drizzle. Does it mean that if you live in seclusion in the rivers and lakes, you have to look ugly? If you are beautiful, you can't live in seclusion in the rivers and lakes? Fang Haoran scoffed at this.

Since the box is correct, the package below must be Rama's body.

The night was long and dreamy, Fang Haoran didn't delay any longer, picked up the box and turned around and left.

"Boom!"

A muffled thunder suddenly rang out in the silent night sky.

Fang Haoran's face changed drastically, and he only felt as if a big drum was beating heavily against his heart, all his internal organs turned over and over, and the wooden box involuntarily slipped from his hand.

"Boom!"

This time, it was as if a big hand forcibly pressed his shaking heart, and between the stirring of internal organs, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out.

Fang Haoran finally heard the source of the sound, which turned out to be the sound of a wooden fish coming from the temple.

"How can there be such a master in this world, I'm afraid it's stronger than Lu Zhu!"

A faint voice came from the temple: "Donor, there are some things that do not belong to you, you can't take them by force, please go back!"

The voice is like the Buddha singing, and there is a beautiful bewitching sound, which makes people can't help but obey his orders.

"It's the spell of Buddhism!"

Fang Haoran's face changed slightly, his expression suddenly turned cold, and he shouted: "Break!"

The mana surged, gushing out from the center of the eyebrows, mixed with the sound waves, like the rolling waves of the sea, instantly crushing the other party's bewitching sound.

Fang Haoran doesn't know internal strength, the other party's internal strength is profound, if he attacks with internal force like just knocking on a wooden fish, Fang Haoran is definitely not an opponent. But the other party didn't know that Fang Haoran was a cultivator with mana to protect the soul, and he wanted to use the means of Buddhism to subdue demons, which was simply wishful thinking.

The people in the temple seemed to be interested when they saw that Fang Haoran was able to break his Sanskrit sound.

The temple door opened, and a voice came out: "Donor, please come in and see!"

Fang Haoran pondered for a while, and then walked into the temple gate. The opponent's martial arts are unfathomable, and if he really wants to be unfavorable to him, it will be difficult for him to escape.

In the temple gate, there is no imaginary monk, only a wooden rocking chair, on which lies an old monk with a tattered pu fan in his hand.

Fang Haoran knew that the more inconspicuous the monks were, the more terrifying they were, and the Living Buddha of Jigong and the sweeping monks all belonged to this category.

The old monk pointed to the stool beside him, invited Fang Haoran to sit down, and asked, "The donor's drink just now should be the Taoist Qingshen mantra, I don't know which sect of Taoism it is?"

"Maoshan!" Fang Haoran asked, "May I ask the master's number?"

The old monk poured a cup of tea, smiled faintly, and said, "I don't deserve the name of a master, just call me an idiot monk!"

"It turned out to be you!" Fang Haoran said in surprise.

"The donor has heard of me before?" the monk was amazed, he lived in seclusion here, and his reputation did not spread outside.

Fang Haoran nodded, in this world, there are not many people who have left their names, except for Lu Zhu in the Buddhist sect, there is the infatuated monk in front of him.

In the movie, it is not so much that the drizzle is lit by Lu Zhu, but that it is lit by the infatuated monk, what Lu Zhu does is just move the drizzle with emotion, and it is the words of the infatuation that really ignite the drizzle and let go of the past.

Although Lu Zhu is known as the number one master of Buddhism, in Fang Haoran's opinion, there is no better than an obsessive monk.

The reason why Drizzle buried Rama's body in this Yunhe Temple was also entrusted by Lu Zhu.

Rama's body has set off a bloody storm on the rivers and lakes, once the news leaks out, it will definitely attract masters from all walks of life, if there is no strong man with extraordinary strength, he will definitely not be able to protect Rama's body.

It stands to reason that Lu Zhu should put Rama's body in the Shaolin Temple, after all, he grew up there. And there are many masters in Shaolin Temple, which is definitely a good place, but Lu Zhu chose Yunhe Temple.

Fang Haoran finally understood why Lu Zhu asked Drizzle to hand over Rama's body to the infatuated monk, because the infatuated monk is the best master, and if the obsessive monk is there, even if the wheel king comes, then he doesn't want to take Rama's body.

"The donor is also here for the internal strength in Rama's body, right?"

The obsessive monk sighed slightly: "The rivers and lakes have recently set off a bloody storm, everything comes from greed, since the donor is a cultivator, when he is quiet and inactive, why be obsessed with this?"

Fang Haoran said: "The Buddha has clouds: the body is a Bodhi tree, the heart is a mirror platform, always wipe diligently, don't make dust." Whether it is cultivating the Tao or practicing martial arts, it is a process of constantly improving oneself, and it is natural to seize every opportunity to strengthen oneself. Although I know Taoism, I don't know martial arts, and there are many dangers when I encounter strong people, so I naturally want to learn a profound martial arts to protect myself. ”

"The donor's words are wrong!"

The idiot monk shook his head and said, "Patriarch Huineng once said: Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. Why should the benefactor be obsessed with external things?"

The two of them played meditation, and Fang Haoran gave an example of a poem by Shenxiu Zen Master, which means that cultivation is a process of entering the WTO, and you need to constantly improve yourself, which is similar to the Confucian "Three Provinces of My Day" and "My Body". The obsessive monk retorted with the example of Patriarch Huineng, which means that a practitioner should not be troubled by the worldly world and be detached from external objects.

"Hahaha......"

Fang Haoran looked up to the sky and laughed, "If there is no Bodhi tree, where does the Buddha come from?"

Seeing that the infatuated monk's expression stiffened slightly, his heart seemed to suddenly explode a thunderbolt. The thunder was rolling, and he kept asking, "If there is no Bodhi tree, where does the Buddha come from?" If there is no Bodhi tree, where does the Buddha come from......