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The high walls of blue bricks on both sides of the street collapsed, and the wind driven by Zhenyuan crushed the debris on the street, dust, floating wine flags, and bluestone broken into several pieces and flew towards the surroundings. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The smoke and dust were everywhere and were quickly blown away. The originally cluttered streets became unusually clean, and even the dust in the cracks of the bluestone slabs was blown away, revealing deep roadbeds.

The plaque of the immortal blessed land suddenly fell from the attic and smashed into the street with a bang.

There was more blood on Jiang Liao's clothes, and the side of his calf was pierced by a sharp knife, his face was still calm, but his eyes were even hotter.

Looking at the plaque on the ground, the right fist hanging from his waist suddenly poked out a few inches towards the plaque, and the already quiet streets and alleys roared again, and the mahogany plaque that was more than a foot wide and a few inches thick had disappeared, and the fine wood chips flew like rain, falling from the sky and spilling all over the ground.

The old beggar ten feet away was suddenly stunned, and said softly with an expression of disbelief: "Inch fist intent!".

Hu Niu is not the kind of woman who is tender and soft, looking at her husband's blood standing against the enemy, standing aside coldly, there is no panic in her heart. Looking at the blood dripping from Jiang Liao's body, she raised her eyebrows slightly, but she didn't go over to treat his injuries, because she knew that the battle was far from over, and she couldn't let her husband be distracted by this.

Sure enough, the remaining four butchers still had the strength to fight again, like four jackals, and they were re-encircled from different angles without fear of death.

The five-short butcher had blood flowing down his forehead, his eyes were red from almost murder, and while slowly approaching Jiang Liao, he said boldly: "It's just the middle realm of the Apocalypse, relying on a bit of brute force, Lao Tzu will see how long you can last!"

As if to fulfill his statement, Jiang Liao, who had been standing still so far, suddenly bent his left leg and moved half a step to the right, holding the black staff on the ground with his right hand, shifting the center of gravity of his body to the right. Several fierce men who were blown away by the cane and fist were also limping and dragging their seriously injured bodies closer to this side.

The "Eighteen Butchers" are murderers who have been hidden in the cultivation world for more than ten years, and their realms are all above and below the beginning of the Apocalypse. These people specially did some murderous and disrespectful deeds for the hyena Daomen, because they have always been extremely hidden, and there are not many people among the cultivators who can recognize them at a glance, and they didn't expect to be bumped into by Jiang Liao, who came down the mountain for the first time!

Looking at the few people who came up again, a trace of contempt flashed on Jiang Liao's face, his right hand gently pulled out the tree cane and placed it across his chest, and his left hand was spread out into a palm and slowly brushed from the black cane.

Something miraculous happened, the pitch-black cane, which was originally as dull as a stick, turned into sharp blades, reflecting the cold glow.

A real killing was about to begin, and the old beggar looked calm, quietly swept to Jiang Liao's flank, and counted to suppress the formation for him at the critical moment.

"Amitabha!"

A loud Buddha horn suddenly sounded in the air, and the sound was still a few miles away from this long street. Although the distance is far away, this Buddha horn containing the meaning of compassion seems to sound in the ears of everyone, and people can't help but feel still.

As soon as the Buddha number fell, a young monk wearing a white monk's robe and yellow mango shoes appeared at the end of the long street.

"Good, good!"

Another Buddha horn sounded, and the young monk hurried from far to near, as if he had just paced a few steps unhurriedly and had come to Jiang Liao's side.

When the first Buddha horn sounded, people were still miles away, and only a moment of kung fu appeared in front of them, and this kind of Buddhist supernatural power and ethereal body method are no longer the skills of ordinary practitioners.

The young monk's eyebrows were clear and his face was happy, but his thin lips showed a little snarky. But as long as he smiled, the expression on his face turned into compassion and joy.

There are a few pilgrims who believe in Buddhism in the restaurant on the long street, the monks do not often appear in the world, the pilgrims know that this is the only Buddha place in the world today, the monks who come down from Fanjing Mountain, hurriedly kneel down to the long street, and pray together.

The old beggar looked at the young monk coldly, his eyes were shining, and he quietly took another step closer to Jiang Liao.

"Amitabha! This benefactor has such a murderous aura at a young age, it is really a sin and a sin!" said the young monk with a light smile on his face, and then looked back at the eighteen large vat in the hall of the restaurant, and suddenly seemed to have found something very interesting, and said happily: "Okay, okay, I want to have a meal in this restaurant, what are you stunned by with a sharp knife!"

There are 10,000 temples on Fanjing Mountain, most of them are dry cultivation that will never be born, as long as a few monks will go down the mountain to walk, and the monks who eat meat and drink wine are only one of the temples.

The butchers who surrounded Jiang Liao were confused, and finally seemed to be persuaded by the young monk, so they really put away the boning knife and walked towards the hall of the restaurant.

"Don't be in a hurry, settle the sparrows' money first. The old beggar looked at the butchers' backs and said calmly.

The young monk didn't expect that there would be people in the audience who would dare to oppose him. Turning suspiciously, he glanced at the old beggar.

The temperature in the air seemed to have risen a lot, and the wood chips on the ground seemed to have been roasted by the scorching heat, and you could smell the mushy smell of burning firewood. Sandwiched between the monk and the beggar, Jiang Liao felt that his mind was boiling fiercely, as if he was tempted by something, and he was about to lose control.

An extremely slight sound sounded, as if a crepe on a soldering iron had fried a flower. With this soft sound, the smell of burnt flesh and skin suddenly came from the air, and the nine ring scars on the young monk's head actually emitted several faint streaks of green smoke.

The monk changed color, looked at the old beggar, and asked in exclamation, "Who are you?!"

"You are the monks of the Prajna Temple!" the old beggar looked at the butchers and said indifferently, "Even such wicked people dare to shelter, are all the elders of your Discipline Hall dead!"

The young monk was shocked by the revelation of his origin, and exclaimed loudly again: "Who is the predecessor!?"

The old beggar looked a little lonely, as if he remembered some things in the past, and said coldly: "I'm just a sparrow." ”

The young monk was very dissatisfied with the old beggar's answer. Pranya Temple is one of the few authentic Buddhist practices today, just by virtue of the word Buddhism, all the sects in the world have to look at three points of thin noodles, not to mention just asking each other a name. The history of the origin of Buddhism is even longer than that of the Sanqing Daomen, and there are very few monks who are born to walk, once there are monks who practice going down the mountain, the government or the state and county will send someone to take care of it, not to mention their status in the temple, how can ordinary monks compare.

This handsome young monk is known as Chen, a rookie who has risen in the entire Buddhist sect in recent years, and is also the reincarnated prodigy of the presiding officer of the Prajna Temple. Originally, he chanted in the Dharma Hall of the Pranya Temple, but on a rainy night two years ago, he suddenly had an epiphany in front of the Buddha and became a practitioner of the Pranya Temple. The so-called practitioner is to walk on the earth on behalf of the Prajna Temple, spread good karma, and promote Buddhism.

Once he had an epiphany, his wisdom was boundless, and Buddhism even overwhelmed a group of monks who had been famous for a long time. After only two years of entering the Tao, his Buddhist attainments have reached the cultivation of the first state of life, and he has made a name for himself in the entire Dharma discussion conference on Fanjing Mountain. It's just that for some reason, although this young monk also has the bearing of a famous monk, he lacks some of the uprightness of the Buddhist sect of Prajna Temple, and there is an indescribable smell on his body.

Lichen had a secret trick with the old beggar just now, although he suffered a little loss, but the Buddha's heart was not shaken at all, and he had not encountered such a setback when he became famous, and he would easily admit defeat there. With another shout of the Buddha's name, a great virtue and majesty was slowly released from the monk's robe, and the young man in the white monk's robe seemed to suddenly become countless times taller in the eyes of everyone, like a compassionate Buddha looking down at all living beings, stretching out a palm and ruthlessly pressing the old beggar.