Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min were anxious to stay, and when they walked closer, they saw a corner of the yellow wall exposed in the shade of the big tree, which turned out to be a temple. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhao Min helped Zhang Wuji get off the horse, turned the heads of the two horses to the west, picked up a thorn branch from the ground, and whipped it on the horse's buttocks several times. The two horses neighed and galloped away. She set up ambushes everywhere, but she wanted to lure away Wang Baobao's pursuers, and it was even more difficult to escape after losing her horse, but she couldn't take care of it much, and she could only do it step by step in front of her.

The two of them supported each other, and when they went to the temple, they saw that the plaque on the gate read: "Zhongyue Temple". Zhao Min lifted the door knocker and knocked it three times, but after a long time, no one answered, and knocked three more times.

Suddenly, I heard a gloomy voice inside the door: "Is it a person or a ghost?" At that time, the twilight was blank, and the man's body was backlit, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but he saw that he was bald and monk's robe, and he was a monk.

Zhang Wuji said: "The two brothers and sisters were robbed on the way and were seriously injured, so I begged to spend the night in the treasure temple, and asked the master to have mercy." The man snorted and said coldly, "It has never been convenient for monks to get along with others, so you can go." He wanted to close the door. Zhao Min hurriedly said: "It is convenient for you to be convenient with others and convenient for yourself, which may not be beneficial to you." The monk said, "What's the benefit?" Zhao Min reached out to his ear and took off a pair of earrings inlaid with beads, handed them over to him, and handed them to him.

The monk saw that each earring was inlaid with a pearl the size of a little finger, looked at the two of them, and said, "Okay, it's convenient for you to be with others, and convenient for yourself." "Get out of the way. Zhao Min helped Zhang Wuji and walked in. The monk led the two of them through the main hall and courtyard to the east wing, and said, "Just stay here." ”

There was no light or fire in the room, there was a black hole, Zhao Min touched it on the bed, there was only a straw mat on the bed, and there was nothing else.

I only heard a loud voice outside, "Fourth Brother Hao, who did you bring in?" The monk said, "Two guests who are staying overnight." He said and strode out the door. Zhao Min said: "Master, please give you two bowls of rice and a plate of vegetarian dishes." The monk said, "The monks eat ten squares, and don't give alms!" Zhao Min said hatefully: "This monk is hateful! Brother Wuji, are you very hungry? We have to get some food." ”

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps in the courtyard, and a total of seven or eight people came coming, the fire flickered, the door opened, and two monks held up the candlesticks, shining on the two of them. At a glance, there were a total of eight monks, some with thick eyebrows and huge eyes, some with a full face, and none of them were good-looking. An old monk with a wrinkled face said, "How much gold, silver and jewelry do you still have on you, take them all out together." Zhao Min said: "What are you doing?" The old monk smiled and said: "The two donors are destined to come here; The gold, silver, and jewels on the two of them were given together. If you are stingy and refuse to offend the Bodhisattva, then you will be in trouble. Zhao Min said angrily: "Isn't that a bandit?" The old monk said: "Sin, sin." Our eight brothers killed people and set fires, and what they did was robbers, but only recently put down the butcher's knife, became a Buddha on the spot, and became monks in a so-so way. The two donors are destined, and the fat sheep is sent to the door by itself, alas, but it is so tired that we can't clean up the six roots of our monks. ”

Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min were taken aback, they didn't expect that these eight monks were thieves and modified, this old monk was outspoken, he was intent on killing, and he would never spit out the secret matter and then forgive each other.

Another monk smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, the female benefactor, our eight monks and robbers are missing a lady of the temple, you are born with such a beautiful face and moon appearance, it is really Guanyin Bodhisattva who descended to earth, and if you come to the Buddha to see it, you will also be tempted." Wonderful!

Zhao Min took out seven or eight ingots of gold and a chain of beads from his arms, put them on the table, and said, "Wealth and jewelry, all here." My brother and sister are also from the martial arts, and you must take care of the righteousness of the rivers and lakes. The old monk smiled and said: "The two are from the martial arts, that is no better, I don't know which faction it is?" Zhao Min said: "We are Shaolin children." "The Shaolin faction is the largest faction in the martial arts, and she only hopes that these eight people are not from the Shaolin sideline, and there are some relatives and friends who have some ties with the Shaolin faction.

The old monk was stunned for a moment, then his eyes flashed fiercely, and he said: "Is it a child of Shaolin? It's really a coincidence! You two dolls have to blame yourself for the wrong sect." He reached out and pulled her wrist. Zhao Min withdrew his hand, and the old monk pulled into the air.

Zhang Wuji saw that the situation in front of him was extremely critical, he and Zhao Min were seriously injured, and it was difficult to resist the enemy, how many famous people in the martial arts would have been in the past few years, but could it be that he died at the hands of eight third- and fourth-rate thieves today? No matter what, he couldn't watch Zhao Min being humiliated, so he said: "Sister Min, you hide behind me, and I will take care of these eight thieves." ”

Zhao Min is full of wisdom, and he is helpless at the moment. She knew that these eight evil monks were more dangerous than those two stragglers, and Li Shuchong obviously made up his mind that he would not be saved, or did he think that it was not yet a matter of life and death?

The old monk said: "We are traitors expelled from the Shaolin Temple, and when we meet the people of other factions, we will show mercy to our subordinates, but if we meet the children of Shaolin, we must kill."

Little girl, this brother originally wanted to keep you as a lady of the temple, but now that we know that you are a Shaolin disciple, we can only rape first and then kill, and we can't stay alive. ”

Zhang Wuji said in a low voice: "Wow! You are Yuanzhen's disciples, yes or no?" The old monk sighed and said, "This is strange, how do you know?" Zhao Min said: "We are going to go to Shaolin Temple, meet with Brother Chen Youliang, and elect Master Yuanzhen as the abbot of Shaolin Temple." The old monk said, "Good, good, good! My Buddha is like a Buddha, and I will purify all sentient beings." Zhao Min said: "Yes, let's just work together to achieve a good deed." ”

As soon as she said this, the eight monks laughed at the same time. It turned out that these eight monks were indeed the party of Yuanzhen and Chen Youliang, who were introduced by Chen Youliang and worshiped under Yuanzhen. In recent years, Yuanzhen is very anxious to seek the abbot's seat, and he has recruited talents everywhere. It's just that the Shaolin Temple has strict precepts, and every disciple who accepts them must be interrogated in detail by the temple supervisor who is in charge of the precepts to find out the origin of the precepts, and it is really difficult for Yuan Zhen to do whatever he wants. So it was designed by Chen Youliang to attract heroes from all walks of life and Jiangyang thieves to apprentice outside the temple, as a disciple of Yuanzhen, but he did not enter Shaolin, just waiting for the time to come and raise big things together. Yuanzhen's martial arts are so profound, just one shot, it will make the Jianghu heroes subdued, these martial arts characters admire the prestige of Shaolin's famous and decent families, and see Yuanzhen's magic skills, they are all willing to apprentice. There were a few who were unwilling to betray their own sect, and Yuan Zhen immediately got rid of them, because he had been treacherously operating for a long time, but he was not exposed. The old monk said that "my Buddha is coming, purifying all sentient beings", but it is the secret word for their party to meet, if they are members of the party, they only need to answer "the flowers bloom to see the Buddha, the heart is the spiritual mountain", and they will know each other. As soon as Zhao Min heard that the old monk revealed that he was a disciple of Yuanzhen, he deduced Yuanzhen's intention to plot the position of abbot, but how did they know the code they had agreed?

A short and fat monk said: "Rich brother, why did this little girl recommend my teacher to be the abbot of Shaolin Temple, where did this information come from? Although these eight people have fallen into monks, they are still commensurate with each other as "eldest brother" and "second brother", and they do not get rid of the habits of the green forest in the past.

As soon as Zhang Wuji heard the laughter of the eight of them, he knew that it was going to be bad, and he couldn't condense his true qi after being seriously injured, so he had to work hard to restrain his mind and forcibly gather his qi. I saw that the old monk's five fingers like a bird's claws grabbed Zhao Min, Zhao Min was powerless to block the frame, shrunk and avoided the inner bed, Zhang Wuji was anxious, but at this time, he could only cross his knees, and only hope to recover two or three successes, and he could send these eight thieves.

The short and fat monk saw that he was meditating with great luck at this moment, and shouted angrily: "This kid doesn't know whether he lives or dies, Lao Tzu will send him to the west first, so as not to get in the way here!" Seeing the danger, Zhao Min screamed in exclamation, but saw that the short and fat monk had punched him, his right arm hung down weakly, his eyes were wide open, but he stood still and didn't move.

The old monk was taken aback, and stretched out his hand to pull him, but the fat monk fell down in response to his hand, and he was already dead. The rest of the monks were shocked and angry, and shouted one after another: "This kid has demon magic and evil magic!"

It turned out that the fat monk was strong in his arm, slammed Zhang Wuji's chest, and hit the "Jizhong Acupoint". Zhang Wuji's Jiuyang Divine Skill was not enough to attack the enemy, but it was more than enough to protect himself, not only rebounded the enemy's punch back, but also because of the opponent's blow, he attracted the Jiuyang True Qi in his body.

The old monk said that Zhang Wuji's chest was filled with poisonous arrows, poisonous stingers and other things, so that the fat monk was highly poisoned, and immediately slapped his palm and hit his right arm exposed outside his sleeve, and he was going to discount his arm first, and then slowly clean it up. The fierce palm force of this move hit Zhang Wuji's arm, causing the Jiuyang True Qi in his body to burst out. The old monk crashed out of the way, and his momentum was like an arrow, and with a loud click, he broke through the pane and hit a big locust tree in the court, and his brain burst.

Yu Seng shouted loudly, a monk smashed his fists into Zhang Wuji's temple, a monk stretched out his fingers to gouge out his eyeballs with the trick of "double dragon grabbing pearls", and another monk flew up his right foot and kicked his dantian. Zhang Wuji lowered his head to avoid his eyes and let him poke his two fingers on his forehead, but he heard several bangs, bangs, and pops, and the three monks were shocked to death one after another. The third monk kicked violently, the force was very strong, and his right leg was violently broken. Zhang Wuji suffered this leg in the dantian, his true anger was agitated, and the veins in the right half of his body actually ran through, and he was secretly happy: "It's a pity that this evil monk died too early, if he kicks a few more kicks on my dantian, it can help me recover my strength early." It seems that although I am seriously injured, it is not difficult to recover, and it only takes ten days to half a month to rest, and I will be able to recover all my martial arts. ”

Five of the eight monks died, and the remaining three evil monks were so frightened that they rushed out of the door, and went straight to the temple gate. One said: "This kid must have evil laws." Another said: "I don't think it's an evil law, this kid has great internal strength, and he comes out to hurt people." The third man: "Yes, we have to avenge our dead brother." The three of them discussed for a long time, and one of them suddenly said: "This kid is obviously very injured, otherwise why don't you chase after him?" The other person said happily: "Yes, most of the time he can't move, the five brothers beat him with fists and feet, he can fight back with internal strength, let's cut him with a blade and stab him, does he really have copper tendons and iron bones?"

The three monks discussed and decided, one raised a spear, one carried a knife, and the other held a sword, and walked into the courtyard.

I saw that the east wing was quiet, and there was no sound. The three monks went to one of the broken panes, and saw that the young man was still sitting cross-legged, looking extremely tired, and his body was staggering, as if he was about to fall down at any moment. The girl was wiping sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. The three monks looked at each other, and they always didn't dare to rush in. A monk shouted: "Stinky boy, if there is a seed, come out and fight with the master for three hundred rounds." Another monk scolded: "If this kid has any ability, he will only make the demon law harmful." That's a trick of the next three people, despicable and indecent, and shameless. Seeing that Zhang Wuji neither answered nor got out of bed, the three monks became more and more emboldened, and the abusive words became more and more dirty.

Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min were not angry when they heard this, what they were most worried about was not that the three monks would come to seek revenge again, but that they would be so frightened that they would never return. Not far from the Songshan Shaolin Temple, the three monks went to inform Cheng Kun, and it was a big deal. Zhang Wuji's injury is less than ten days away, and it is difficult to heal, and there is no need for Cheng Kun to be there in person, as long as one or two second-rate masters come, such as Chen Youliang and other figures, they will not be able to resist. Therefore, when I saw the three monks go and come back, I secretly like it. Zhang Wuji was attacked by five monks in a row, and there were several places in his body where the Jiuyang True Qi gradually condensed, although it was still difficult to hurt the enemy, his heart was not as frightened as before.

Suddenly, with a bang, a monk kicked open the door and rushed in, the blue light flashed, the red tassel trembled, and a spear was held in his hand. Zhao Min shouted, "Ahh Zhang Wuji shook his head and complained: "I don't have any strength in my hands, even if I have a blade, how can I resist the enemy? Before he could do so, the enemy's spear rolled up a spear flower, and the red tassels spread out, and the spearhead had pierced the chest.

This spear came quickly, but Zhao Min's thoughts also turned quickly, reaching out to Zhang Wuji's arms and touching out a piece of holy fire order, aiming at the way the spearhead came from, blocking Zhang Wuji's chest, when it rang, the spearhead just poked at the holy fire order. With the advantage of the Heavenly Sword, he still can't cut off the Holy Flame Order, and the spearhead will stab him, and he will not be damaged at all. This stabbing energy excited the Jiuyang Divine Skill in Zhang Wuji's body, and it rebounded out, but he heard a long scream of "Ah ......", and the spear shaft was plunged straight into the monk's chest.

Before the monk fell, the second monk's single knife had slashed at the top of Zhang Wuji's head.

Zhao Min was deeply afraid that a Holy Flame Order would not be able to block the blade of a single blade, so he held a Holy Flame Order in each hand and hurriedly put it on top of Zhang Wuji's head. This moment was really inadmissible, and it was a sound again, the single knife rebounded, and the back of the knife smashed the forehead bone of the evil monk, but Zhao Min's left little finger was also cut off by the blade, and when it was critical, he didn't feel pain.

As soon as the third monk entered the door with his sword, he saw that his two companions had died almost simultaneously, and he screamed and ran out. Zhao Min shouted, "Can't let him escape." ”

A piece of holy fire was thrown out of the window, and it was very accurate, but it had no power at all, and it fell to the ground before it touched the man's body. Zhang Wuji hugged her body and shouted, "Throw again!"

The true qi condensed in her chest came from her vest. The flame order in Zhao Min's left hand was thrown again. The monk only had to run two more steps to hide behind the wall, but the flame was castrated so quickly that it hit the vest and died with blood.

As soon as Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min took off their hands, they fainted at the same time, hugged each other and fell out of bed. At this time, six monks died in the wing, two monks died in the court, and Zhang Zhao and the others fainted in a pool of blood. The barren mountain and small temple, the cold moon and the breeze, there is no sound in an instant.

After a long time, Zhao Min woke up first, and in a daze, he first stretched out his hand to probe Zhang Wuji's snort, only to feel that although his breathing was weak, it was long and steady. She stood up with her support and was powerless to lift him onto the bed, so she pulled him up, lifted his head, and rested on top of a dead monk. She sat in the pile of dead people and gasped. After another half of the hour, Zhang Wuji opened his eyes and shouted, "Sister Min, you ...... Where are you?" Zhao Min smiled, the cold moonlight shone in through the window, and the two saw that each other's faces were covered with blood, and their expressions were very terrifying, but for the rest of their lives, they felt indescribably handsome and cute, and they each opened their arms and hugged each other.

In this dramatic battle, Zhang Wuji didn't spend half of his strength to kill the seven monks before, and he used his strength to fight, but it was beneficial and unharmed, but in the end, he threw the eighth evil monk with the Holy Fire Order, and the two of them were greatly injured. At this time, both of them were unable to move, so they could only lie in the pile of dead people, waiting for their strength to recover. Zhao Min bandaged the wound on the little finger of his left hand and fell asleep again in a daze......