"Why!" exclaimed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You've seen the skills of those black-clothed people, especially the leader Lai Yichen, Uncle Yunfei and the master can't beat them with such high skills, so let's be extra careful. I didn't dare to hunt along the way, let alone rest for a while, for fear of exposing my tracks and letting those people catch up after they noticed it. The fewer people who know about our whereabouts, the safer it will be for us. I'm not sure if those people will chase this place, and if those two monks leak our escape route, then you and I will die. Da Chun said softly.

Erdan's expression was entangled, and he hugged his head and whispered: "But they are all good people, brother, don't kill them......"

Da Chun frowned and was silent.

When he first went down the mountain, Du Jiujiang specially instructed him separately that he should be ruthless and decisive in anything, and he must not have the kindness of a woman, otherwise, he will fall into a situation from which he will never recover.

How could Da Chun have been a vicious person? But for the sake of this younger brother, he is willing to do anything by any means......

The little monk ran in briskly with a huge washbasin in both hands, which was also filled with steaming boiling water, put down the basin, handed the gold sore medicine caught under the armpit to Dachun, and said with a smile: "Senior brother heard that the little donor was injured, and said that he should take hot water to clean the wound first, I don't know how much to use, if it is not enough, you can tell me again, it is easy to boil water anyway." ”

Da Chun took the porcelain bottle, opened the cap and smelled it, a pungent smell full of herbs. He has been injured frequently over the years, and he has been sick for a long time, and he knows that this is the best medicine for gold sores.

Da Chun looked at the little monk's thin body holding a basin weighing more than ten catties, but he didn't feel the slightest effort, his heart was slightly shocked, and he asked calmly: "Do you know martial arts?"

The little monk was stunned for a moment, shook his head and replied, "No." ”

This little monk named Wuqi has a beautiful face, but he is silly and silly, Dachun can see that he has a simple heart, and he will not speak in front of the Buddha, so he relaxed his heart a little, and then asked: "Then why do you have so much strength?"

The little monk scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "Senior brother asks me to chop wood and carry water every day, and if I eat more, my strength will be greater." ”

"Then does your senior brother know martial arts?" Da Chun's tone was unfazed.

Erdan's heart suddenly tightened. He knew that Brother Da Chun was listening to the details of the two monks, and he was deciding whether to do it tomorrow morning.

"Senior brother only studies recipes every day, I don't know if he can do martial arts. The second senior brother often fights with people, and it seems that he will do some. Wuqi replied earnestly.

"Why didn't you see your second senior brother?"

"He was in Pushan Temple in Jingzhou City, and the little benefactor saw it. Wuqi pointed at the second egg.

"Oh......"

Da Chun finished treating the second egg's injury, thanked the little monk, blew out the oil lamp, and lay on the cold bed.

"Brother, are you going to kill them tomorrow?" asked Erdan in a trembling voice.

"Sleep, let's hurry early tomorrow, and if we have more energy, we will have one more chance to save our lives. Da Chun didn't answer him directly, his hands were pillowed behind his head, and his round eyes were full of coldness.

"Brother, don't kill them....... Erdan's voice was mixed with pleading.

"Okay, brother promises you, go to bed early. Da Chun let out a long sigh and reluctantly agreed.

The two of them had their own thoughts, and fell into a deep sleep.

In the quiet of the night, a strong wind suddenly rose.

The sound of leaves rubbing against each other, accompanied by the mournful cry of the crow, was extremely frightening in this inky night.

Outside the temple gate of Shentuo Temple, there were three black-clothed people.

And the one in the middle is the culprit who killed Washington all over the place, the commander of the Donghua Four Guards - come to the dust!

Lai Yichen's face was gloomy, and he repeatedly looked at the temple door with peeling red paint, and said in an urn voice: "Is it here?"

"It should be. A man in black next to him hurriedly bent down and lowered his hand, and replied respectfully.

Donghua Siwei masters gathered, not only martial arts masters, many people are extremely proficient in the side door. This man in black can only be said to be mediocre when it comes to martial arts cultivation alone, but what he is good at is tracking skills, and he can detect the movements of people who need to be tracked by only relying on subtle traces, and he can also be called a skill.

"Should it?" asked Lai Yichen with a smile on his face.

The man in black was in a cold sweat, and because of his judgment along the way, he chased for hundreds of miles only to catch Echan, and slipped through the net the big fish that should be chased and killed. If it weren't for the fact that the Great Commander needed his means of tracking, I am afraid that he would have taken his dog's life. Due to his misjudgment, when he heard the questioning tone of this murderous boss, he hurriedly gave up his hand and replied stubbornly: "I am sure that those two little ones are hiding in this temple." ”

The corners of Lai Yichen's mouth outlined a slight arc, and he stretched out his legs and kicked towards the temple door.

"Boom!"

The sturdy gate was torn apart, leaving only the scraps of wood on the ground.

I saw a young monk running while dressing, and asked stupidly, "Why are you destroying my temple gate?"

"Look for death!"

Lai Yichen was vicious by nature, and without any explanation in the face of this handsome little monk, he stretched out a finger and really pointed at his chest.

"Bang!"

A louder sound came out than the smashing of the temple gate, and the little monk flew out more than a dozen feet like a kite with a broken string, and fell the bluestone slab ground.

Lai Yichen stepped forward, and was about to search Da Chun and Erdan in the wing, when he saw the little monk taking small steps, rushed over again, and shouted angrily: "Why are you beating me!"

Well?!

Laiyichen's face is calm, and his heart is like a monstrous wave!

The finger just now is not to mention this young monk, even if a martial arts master below the Seven Realms is hit, he will have to shed his skin if he doesn't die. But the little monk was like a buttocks, except for a lot of dust on the monk's clothes, he didn't see the slightest sign of injury, and he was even more vigorous than before he was beaten.

didn't wait for a moment to figure it out, and the visions came out one after another.

The Buddha statue in the main hall bursts into a dazzling light!

A huge golden lotus blooms quietly!

The tall statue of Shakyamuni seemed to smile slightly.

Hold out a finger.

Drifting slowly.

Like a merciful hand that enlightens the world.

Come to the dust!

This empty finger made him feel a chill to the bone.

Lai Yichen retreated frantically, and between life and death, he didn't care about the feelings of his colleagues, and dragged two of his subordinates in front of him to block them.

Jin Mang penetrated the three of them and gradually dimmed.

It's like a flash in the pan.

The hard bluestone slabs are broken inch by inch.

The two men in black lay there, without any injuries on the surface, their meridians were broken, and they died instantly.

Lai Yichen covered the wound on his chest and knelt weakly on the cold ground, but the coldness on his body was worse than the bitter cold of this winter night.

The old monk with white hair came in steps, plain, and his cloudy eyes revealed that it was definitely not the compassion of the monks.

"Reincarnation refers to ......"

"The Great Venerable ...... of Buddhism"

"Venerable ...... of No Difficulty"

Lai Yichen looked at the old monk and muttered.

Donghua Siwei has a guard who specializes in collecting information about the four major dynasties, and of course he knows very well about this old monk who is one of the best in Buddhism. Since the death of the living Buddha, the leader of Buddhism, Venerable Wujian has faintly become the leader of the new generation of Buddhism, and is also known as the person closest to the Buddha.

As soon as a Buddhist disciple enters the ten realms, he is called a Buddha. It's a pity that Buddhism has withered in the past few decades, and there is only one master of the Ten Realms, Huiruo, compared to the grand occasion when Buddhism occupied half of the Tianwu list in the Han and Tang dynasties, it is really the most decadent period.

And the plain old monk in front of him is the Venerable Wudifficult, Huiruo's great disciple, the peak master of the ninth realm, "Touching the Gate of Heaven".

As soon as you enter the Ten Realms, you can proudly live in the Heavenly Martial List, in other words, in this huge world, there are only thirteen Ten Realms masters on the bright side, except for the Buddha Huiruo who passed away, there are only twelve people left.

Of course, among the royal families of the four great dynasties and the holy lands that have been inherited for hundreds of years, there may be hidden unknown masters of the Ten Realms, but there are never many. There may be people who do not pursue profits, but how many peerless masters of the rivers and lakes who do not compete for fame can be few?

Looking at the masters in the world who can definitely rank in the top 20, what else can Lai Yichen do besides secretly calling out bad luck?

However, I heard that this Venerable Wu Quan was kind by nature, how could he take his own life as soon as he came up? Could it be that the Buddha had killed too many people over the years and had a spirit and retribution?

I can't figure it out.

It was easy to walk in front of him, and his white beard fluttered.

Lai Yichen spat out blood and asked with a lament: "Master, I just pointed at him, there is no need to lose a life, right?"

Wu Yi explained calmly: "You point to my junior brother, and the old man only returns the finger." Before the master passed away, he only confessed one sentence, those who have murderous intent against my junior brother will destroy the foundation of my Buddhism, and the poor monk will not be able to bear it. ”

Bro?

It is rumored that the Buddha has only accepted two disciples in his life, and except for the Venerable Wuyi in front of him, the rest is the notorious Venerable Wuxian.

The three masters and apprentices are known as the Buddha, the Buddha, and the Venerables.

Besides, isn't Venerable Wujing a master of the Nine Realms who became famous in the rivers and lakes? How did he become a little monk who was only eleven or twelve years old?

The old monk looked flat, and what he said didn't look like a lie.

Lai Yichen collapsed on the stone slab, crying bitterly. Didn't the old monk preach the scriptures in the four dynasties? How could he meet in this mountain where birds don't?

Retribution is coming?......

It seems that this little monk with red lips and white teeth was a disciple accepted by Hui Ruo before he passed away, and he didn't even collect a trace of news about him. How can the little monk be able to make Huiruo Buddha favored?

If you kill anyone casually, you can meet the seventh closed disciple in the world?

Lai Yichen's eyes narrowed, and a dull thing came out of his hand and flew towards the little monk's legs!

It was not difficult to pick up the little monk and flash it aside.

And Yichen himself burst out of the temple gate and disappeared in the night......