A green shirt passed through the army.

In an instant, people turned on their backs, and people and horses roared!

The Mongol cavalry in the rear were stunned, completely unsure of what was going on. And the next moment, Wang Chan had already appeared in front of them.

Wang Chan kept walking under his feet and walked slowly forward.

The blood flower bloomed

In the distance, Gongsun Lucao and Fan Yiweng watched in disbelief as this scene unfolded in front of them, all of which was beyond their understanding of the concept of human beings. They had just seen the scimitar of the Mongolian cavalry slash at Wang Chan, and instead of hurting him, they shattered the blade in their hands, is this still something that a human can do.

One man fought against an army, and the opponent was the Mongol iron cavalry, which terrified the whole world, and finally won a great victory. Isn't this really the birth of an immortal?

The two remembered some rumors about Wang Chan three years ago, and they were even more convinced.

From the beginning to the end of the war, perhaps less than a stick of incense, 2,000 Mongolian cavalry were all beheaded by Wang Chan, and none of them survived.

The ground was covered with cold corpses, and the eyes were blood-red.

Fan Yiweng looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, only to feel that his tongue interfered, remembering that he had fought with the other party before, and he couldn't even say a word for a while.

Gongsun Lucao stared at Wang Chan, Wang Chan was very special to her. If Wang Chan hadn't suddenly broken into the Valley of Despair that day, she might still be the Miss of the Valley of Desperation who didn't know anything and had no troubles.

Of course, for Wang Chan, she is grateful. Wang Chan let her see her father's true face, and at the same time let her see her mother, whom she had not seen since birth.

"Why are you here?" asked Wang Chan when he came to Gongsun Lucao's side.

Gongsun Lucalyx's eyes were misty, his nose was sour, and he suddenly threw himself into Wang Chan's arms, crying out heartbreakingly: "Brother Wang, my mother is dead, and those senior brothers and sisters in the Valley of Despair are also dead. ”

Wang Chan carefully calmed Gongsun Lucao's emotions and looked up at Fan Yiweng.

Fan Yiweng understood and said: "Not long ago, a group of monks from nowhere suddenly broke into the Valley of Despair. These thieves are powerful in martial arts, and they are not afraid of death, we resist desperately, but we are still not opponents. The valley lord knew that their target was the eldest lady, and desperately created an opportunity for me to escape with the eldest lady. ”

Although Wang Chan is also not interested in Qiu Qianqi, at least he has a conscience more than Gongsun Zhi, and at least his feelings for his own daughter are still sincere.

"And where are you going now?"

"We've never been out of the Valley of Love, so we don't know where to go for a while. Just go south, and after passing Xiangyang City, it is no longer the territory of the Mongolian Tatars. Fan Yiweng replied.

Wang Chan nodded, gently patted Gongsun Lucalyx's back, carefully separated it, looked at them, and said, "In this way, you go to the Quanzhen Sect of Zhongnan Mountain first, and when you get there, you will say that you are my friend." There is an old urchin in the formation, and it is safe for the time being, and then something will be arranged separately. ”

"Brother Wang, where are you going?" Gongsun Lucao looked up at Wang Chan and asked.

"Go find my lost maid. ”

Wang Chan looked into the distance, looked far away, paused, and then said: "At the same time, let these alien states understand whose territory is here." ”

Gongsun Lucao looked at Wang Chan, wanted to speak and stopped, until Wang Chan left, he didn't say a word.

Looking at his eldest lady's sad appearance, Fan Yiweng couldn't bear to say: "Miss, if you really can't bear the prince."

Gongsun Lucao shook his head and said slowly: "It's good to be able to look at him from a distance like this."

It wasn't until Wang Chan's figure completely disappeared from her sight that she slowly turned around.

"Alright, let's go too. ”

The girl knew in her heart that she would never be able to keep up with the man, and that the only thing she could do was watch him from afar.

For her, that's enough.

Wang Chan traveled all the way north.

came to the place where Li Mochou disappeared last, and the wind and snow hit his face, as if he didn't realize it.

I saw dead men and dead horses everywhere, and among the yellow sand and white snow, there were swords, guns, bows and arrows, and there was no living person in all directions.

Obviously, there was an inspiring battle here not so long ago. Although Li Mochou's martial arts are not weak, he will definitely not be able to withstand the encirclement of so many Mongolian officers and soldiers.

Fortunately, Wang Chan did not see Li Mochou's body, nor did he hear the news that she had fallen into the hands of the Mongol soldiers.

Wang Chan just stood here and slowly closed his eyes.

A divine consciousness that was invisible to the naked eye centered around him and spread out in all directions. In the whole heaven and earth, at this time, it was as if a stone had fallen into the calm lake, and the invisible ripples were one after another.

Pictures that were clear or confused came to his mind.

A few months ago.

Li Mochou suddenly felt that she was being targeted by the Mongolian Tatars, she was not a good talker, and she fought with those Mongolian soldiers without saying a word.

Not only did the Mongol soldiers kill more and more, but she fought and fled all the way here.

was originally a mortal situation, but in the end, she didn't know where the strength came from, but she fought her way out of the encirclement, and finally fainted to death.

"Found it!" Wang Chan quickly found it, and locked on Li Mochou's breath.

It's just that when he saw the specific direction clearly, his face immediately became extremely cold, and the whole thing turned into a streamer and flew directly through the air.

The steppe, the snowy mountain that is known as a sacred mountain by local Mongolian herders.

A temple was built here, like a small town. Outside is clearly windy and snowy, but inside is warm as spring.

At the entrance of the temple, two monks guarding the door looked at the snow blowing outside, and chatted boredly.

"When do you think the monk will be able to hold the beauty?" said one of the monks.

"It's been two months, and there are really women in this world who can resist the invincible charm of the monk. Another monk replied.

"Guess how long. ”

"A month at most, you don't know the methods of the monk king. ”

"That's right. ”

As soon as the conversation left the temple, it was swallowed up by the howling wind and snow, and completely dissipated from the world.

This temple is where the Buddhist Tantric Huanxi Temple is located, and the monks in the temple are completely different from the monks of Middle Earth, not only did not shave the hair on their heads, but they also did not want to get married.

Therefore, when the two monks talked about the love between men and women, they did not shy away from it, where did they look like they were half out of the family.

At this time, in the temple, on a richly decorated pavilion.

A woman sat at the dressing table, looking at herself in the bronze mirror in front of her, stunned.

She is in her thirties, her skin is still white and pink, there is no wrinkle on her face, and she still looks like a young and beautiful girl in her early twenties.

It's just that at this time, her beautiful face is as cold as a snow-capped mountain that has not melted for thousands of years.

This beautiful woman is Li Mochou, after she fainted that day, it was the monk king of Huanxi Temple who saved her. After that, the monk king was even more considerate to her, and constantly showed love, if it was any other woman, I am afraid that she would have accepted the other party's love a long time ago.

But in her heart, that figure never lingered.

Since the man asked her to wait for him.

Then Li Mochou will wait until he is old.

At that moment, a voice suddenly sounded outside the door, interrupting her thoughts.

"Miss Li, Lord Monk is invited. ”

"I know, you say I'll be right away. Li Mochou glanced at himself in the bronze mirror, didn't make up, slowly stood up, and walked towards the door.

Under the leadership of the maid, Li Mochou once again met the presiding officer of Huanxi Temple, known as the reincarnation of the living Buddha, the monk king of Yangcuo.

I saw a white-clothed monk standing on a stone bridge not far ahead, his facial features were handsome, and there was a faint laziness between his eyebrows, which looked indescribably chic from a distance.

It did give birth to a good skin.

Feeling that someone was coming, the white-clothed monk turned to look at Li Mochou, folded his hands, and said with a smile: "Mochou, you are really getting more and more beautiful." ”

His eyes were sincere, not the slightest desire, and although his words were a little abrupt, they were not offensive.

Li Mochou's face was still cold: "The monk and the king praised it falsely, the poor way is a monk, the skin is ugly or beautiful, what difference does it make to me." ”

"I don't know if the monk called me this time, what's the matter?"

Regarding Li Mochou's reaction, the monk king of Yangcuo did not care at all, and he still had a warm smile on his face. I saw him glance at the stone bridge under his feet, and slowly spoke: "There was such a little story in our Buddhism. One day Ananda said to the Buddha that I liked a woman, and then the Buddha asked Ananda how much he liked this woman.

The Monk King looked up at Li Mochou and asked, "Mochou, how do you think Venerable Ananda will answer?"

Li Mochou was speechless.

The monk king of Yangcuo smiled and continued to speak: "Ananda said that I would like to incarnate on the stone bridge, and be blown by the wind for five hundred years, the sun for five hundred years, and the rain for five hundred years, just ask her to pass over the bridge. ”

Willing to incarnate as a stone bridge, by the wind of the five hundred years, the sun for five hundred years, and the rain for five hundred years, I just want the woman in my heart to pass by the bridge. Li Mochou couldn't help but tremble in his heart, but his face remained calm.

The monk king of Yangcuo looked at Li Mochou, and then said: "When the Buddha heard Ananda's answer, he sighed and said how much he would like it? But he fell in love at first sight and fell in love for a lifetime? But he waited for the woman to pass by the bridge one day, and then he just passed by, and at this moment you have turned into a stone bridge, and you are destined to only stay with the wind and rain." You know all this, and you are still willing to suffer from creation only for that encounter. Ananda, how much do you like the woman who passed by the bridge, and made you give up your life and suffer from love?"

"For the sake of Mo Chou, I am also willing to incarnate as a stone bridge like Venerable Ananda, give up my life and abandon the way, and sink forever. The monk king of Yangcuo looked at Li Mochou's beautiful face, and his eyes were burning.

He could clearly feel the vibration in Li Mochou's heart after hearing the story of "Stone Bridge Zen", but what he didn't know was that the person who made Li Mochou feel shocked was not him.

Wang Chan broke through the sky, passed through the snow, and came to the front of Huanxi Temple, and happened to hear the conversation between the two monks guarding the temple outside the door.

"Alas, the woman that the monk king fancies, we can't enjoy it. One of them sighed.

"Don't daydream anymore, the woman that the monk king fancies, when the time comes, her body and mind will be completely swallowed up. Let's think about other things, by the way, it's about to be the time to supply, I hope there will be good goods this time. ”

"Well, when our Mongolian iron cavalry sets foot on the whole world, then the women of the whole world are from our Huanxi Temple, even the Great Khan can only pick what we don't want. The monk's face was full of pride.

His face couldn't help but become more and more cold, and his killing intent erupted.

Talent is divided into yin and yang, and people are divided into men and women.

Huanxi Temple, as an evil branch of Buddhism, enshrines the Huanxi Buddha, and all the monks in the temple cultivate the way of yin and yang. For these ordinary monks with shallow skills, they are naturally just simply collecting women's Yuan Yin. And when the cultivation has reached the step of the Monk King of Yangcuo, if he wants to make another breakthrough, it is not something that can be done simply by supplementing the female Yuan Yin.

In order to comprehend the Joy Zen, it is necessary to achieve ** unity, that is, the person who is being supplemented by it must fall in love with him from the bottom of his heart. If it was an ordinary woman, the monk king of Yangcuo would make up for it, but Li Mochou was the most mellow woman in Yuanyin he had seen over the years, and he didn't want to be so violent. That's why I've endured it until now, but now, my patience has finally been almost exhausted.

On the stone bridge, the monk king of Yangcuo looked at Li Mochou and said slowly: "Mochou, I really love you and hope to be with you forever." ”

His voice is full of magnetism, and at this time, there is an indescribable energy in his words, which makes people listen to it like being immersed in a hot spring in winter, indescribably comfortable and relaxed.

Li Mochou's expression began to become a little dazed when he heard this, and he was about to speak subconsciously.

The two monks guarding the temple finally noticed Wang Chan's existence at this time, and just wanted to speak, but found that they couldn't open their mouths, and at the same time they saw that their bodies were constantly moving away from him.

Only then did they realize what had happened, and their faces were full of horror, and this was the last expression they left in this world.

Two huge human heads flew up, and blood stained the temple of Huanxi Temple.

Wang Chan stepped out and walked into the temple full of filth.

I saw that the temple was full of Buddha shrines and Buddha statues, but the style of these Buddha statues was very different from the temples in the Central Plains, which made people feel weird and inhuman.

The king of Zen scattered and enveloped the entire temple.

Just listen to the foul language everywhere in the temple, this is not so much a holy place of Buddhism as a place of obscenity. To be continued.