The shirtless man was slowly walking out of Xu's house......

"Look at the roof!"

Someone shouted.

Everyone looked and saw that Xu Han's head was already hanging on the room!

Everyone suddenly gasped, hundreds of people defended, and the front was tough, but in a few seconds, Xu Han was already in a different place.

How can this not be terrifying?

At that moment, instead of taking pictures, everyone put down their cameras, because the person's previous attitude was that they were not allowed to shoot!

Journalists, who have never been afraid of death, are scared at this moment.

The next day, all the major news outlets were dominated by a piece of news.

"Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion, Yu Zhe, kill strongly!"

The comments below also fryed.

"Oh my God! Facing the siege of hundreds of masters, in less than three seconds, Xu Han's head was hung on the room......! Isn't that scary?"

"Martial arts are so terrifying?"

"After today, I'm afraid that no one will dare to challenge the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion anymore, right?"

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At the same time, some people are clamoring at home and abroad on the Internet.

"The one who jumped up before, said that the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion is not good, what about the people who want to challenge the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion? Come out, don't accept it!"

"Tsk, didn't you say that the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion was all special effects? kneel down and beg those masters to challenge the special effects artists. ”

"What about people, don't be cowardly!"

On this day, those so-called masters and masters at home and abroad collectively silenced themselves.

If it is said that the ringing finger opened the cloud before, and saw a sword dividing the river, it can be said to be a special effect.

Then the scene of crossing hundreds of meters in these three seconds, killing people, hanging people's heads, and drifting away is too shocking.

This is beyond the perception of human speed.

And there are so many people present, there is no way to fake.

The most important thing is that Xu Han is not an ordinary person.

Y City may not be big, but as the eldest son of the four major families in Y City, he is not a cat or a dog, and he is not someone who can kill if he wants to.

If the eldest son of such a family is willing to use his head to cooperate with the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion to act, then they will admit it.

Therefore, at this moment, everyone woke up, knowing that the people of the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion were really powerful against the sky.

At the same time, there are people shouting, arrest the murderer.

Unfortunately, there were very few responders.

When everyone turned all their attention to Jiang Zhe's murder.

A big face came to Yundang Mountain and respectfully handed over a card to Zhou Heng.

Ma Kun said respectfully: "Mr. Yuzhe asked me to help sell some ginseng, this is the money I got after selling ginseng, and he asked me to hand it over to you." ”

Zhou Heng took the bank card and watched Ma Kun leave.

Then the gate of the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion was closed again......

At the same time, in the mountains of Nanyue, there are two peaks leaning on each other and rising from the ground, like two big stone pillars, all the way to the sky, so it is named Shuangshifeng.

Because of this peculiar landform, coupled with the remote location, although there is a small temple called Jingxin Zen Temple, there are almost no tourists, and the incense is also ten days and half a month...... It can be said that it is very bleak.

This small temple is divided into two courtyards, the two courtyards are located on two mountain peaks, and there is a stone bridge in the middle, which is also unique.

The temple is not big, but it has all kinds of organs, there is the Tianwang Hall in front, there is the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and there is a preaching hall, the abbot's room and an Arhat Hall with only one wall left.

On the belly of the Luohan Hall, there is a Bodhi tree, the old Bodhi tree has long since died, the black branches point to the sky, open their teeth and claws, as if they are fighting for their lives, but unfortunately, they are dead after all.

At this moment, a man stepped on the dilapidated steps and walked up to the top of the mountain.

A little monk sitting at the gate saw a tourist coming to the door, and immediately patted his ass and stood up, scratching his head, thinking for a long time and not remembering what to say.

When he walked in, he remembered and said, "Amitabha." ”

The man nodded slightly, and then walked into the Buddha hall.

The little monk followed, and he noticed that this man was different from the others.

Others are either believers or tourists.

Believers worship the Buddha when they see it, offer incense, and donate money without hesitation.

Tourists, some worship Buddha, some hang out, but none of them resemble this one.

Since this man entered the Heavenly King's Palace, he hadn't looked at the statues around him.

Instead, he walked all the way into the Mahavira Hall, and then he didn't bow down, just stood there and looked up at the Buddha in front of him.

Originally, it was nothing, but this stop is a day.

The little monk couldn't stand like this, so he ran to play early.

But to the surprise of the little monk, this person came every day, and every day he walked into the Mahavira Hall and looked up at the Buddha.

He arrives in the morning when the rooster crows, and he goes when the sun sets......

This strange behavior is not for the little monk to pay attention to him.

He always felt that this person was trying to steal things while people were unprepared, but thinking about his broken temple, the Buddha statues were a little broken, what else was there to worry about?

However, he still went to the abbot of the puja and asked what to do.

The puja just glanced at the man from afar, shook his head, and said, "Don't disturb him, let him go." ”

The abbot said so, and the little novice didn't care about the man.

And just like that, a month passed.

The man finally changed, and he walked out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall with a disappointed face and came to the Dharma Hall.

The Fatang is said to be a hall, but it is actually a small grass house with five futons in it.

Every day, there was a great monk who was talking about the Dharma inside, and three little novices sat there dozing and listening.

He listened only for three days and then left.

He did not stop in the abbot's room, and passed through the abbot's room to the Luohan Hall.

The so-called Luohan Hall is only one wall left, this wall is leaning against the edge of the cliff, and under the wind and sun, the Arhats above are not clear. Moreover, some arhats have obviously been destroyed and broken, and they can no longer be seen in their original appearance.

However, this man did not dislike it, but as always, he came every day, stood in this place every day and watched the Arhat Wall, and the clouds and birds behind the wall.

On this day, a Buddha horn suddenly sounded.

"Amitabha. ”

The man didn't reply, but said lightly: "Master, is there something?"

"Donor, the poor monk has a Buddhist scripture here, would the donor be willing to read it?" the abbot asked.

The man turned around, took the Buddhist scriptures, and said, "Thank you." ”

The abbot of the festival said, "Donor, why don't you go to the meditation room to watch?"

However, the man shook his head and said, "No need, just be there." ”

The man pointed to the dead Bodhi tree, and then went straight to the Bodhi tree and sat down facing the tattered Arhat wall.

He looked at the Arhat Wall and asked, "It's a pity that the paintings on this wall are ruined." ”

The abbot of the festival said calmly: "This is a mural in the Tang Dynasty, which has experienced thousands of years of immortality, but when the Great Xia Kingdom suffered, this Luohan Hall was destroyed at that time......"